Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“It’s the New Year! How could I not come back? Besides, I’ve heard from Leng Shuang and others that Grandmother is pregnant, so of course, I have to come back.” She smiled, with both eyes squinted to half-moon. She took his hand and said, “Grandfather, I also bring you a New Year’s gift.”
“Hahaha, good, good. I know you’re a considerate girl.” He nodded happily and patted her hand.
“You immediately forgot your father after seeing your grandfather, didn’t you? Why didn’t I hear you bring me a present?” Feng Xiao’s voice came from behind. Although it was solemn, it still carried an unconcealed smile.
“I got presents for all of you. ” She started laughing. When she looked back, she saw the little guy standing beside her father was staring at her. She laughed, “I also have one for Little Hell’s Lord.”
“Little Hell’s Lord? This child is?” The Old Patriarch’s gaze fell on the Little Hell’s Lord’s face that resembled Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s. His eyes shrunk. “Has Mohan married? How old is the child?”
His face darkened. Seeing such a child, he instinctively thought that Ling Mohan might have married. Otherwise, how could this child look exactly like him?
“Grandfather, I’m his little brother, not his son. He hasn’t married her yet! Where’s the son from?” The little guy made a salute to the Old Patriarch Feng like a small adult. While speaking, his gaze fell on Feng Jiu.
When he heard his explanation, Old Patriarch Feng’s expression relaxed. “Little brother? It’s good as long as you’re not his son. If he’s been out concealing the fact that he’s stealthily married from us, don’t expect me to marry my granddaughter to him.”
“Don’t worry, Grandfather. That won’t happen.” The young and tender voice gave him assurance. When the crowd listened to him, they had different thoughts in their minds. They couldn’t help staring at him.
However, he stood upright with a serious look. Set off by the low-key but luxurious small black robe, nobody was able to find any fault in him. He was so elegant and noble that everyone got convinced.
“Come here, let Grandpa hold you.”
He bent down and tried to hug him, but the little guy stepped back and shook his head. He said with a straight face, “I don’t need to be hugged.”
Everyone who heard this, except for the Old Patriarch, looked slightly shocked and then laughed.
Its’ that he didn’t need other people to hug him, not that he didn’t need to be hugged, right?
The party walked while chatting toward the Old Patriarch’s palace. When they reached his palace, they finally saw Su Xi carrying a big stomach and radiating a motherly love.
“Grandmother.”
Feng Jiu gave her a salute with a smile and her eyes fell on her stomach. “Grandmother is about to give birth?”
“Little Feng is back!” Su Xi pulled her hand urging her to sit down and said with a smile. “It should be born after the New Year.”
“Then I’ll stay until Grandmother gives birth to my little uncle.” She said with a smile.
“If you are not in a hurry to go to the academy, you should stay at home for extra days. Your grandfather always talks about you, saying that you would stay away for a year. You’ve never tried to go so far from home before and he is always worried that you will not have enough to eat and will be bullied outside.”
Feng Jiu laughed loudly when she heard this. “I’m always the one who bullies people. Who can bully me?”
“The boy is really good-looking. He must be only three or four years old?” She looked at Little Hell’s Lord, standing quietly at the side. Since she was soon to become a mother, she particularly loved seeing little kids.
So, she picked up a small red fruit on the table and handed it to him. “Here, it’s for you.”