Chapter Ninety-Nine: Hey, Huang Aotian, Are You Getting Anxious Already?
“No worries, Xiao Yu. It’s all that Yun Zhonghe’s fault. We shouldn’t argue about him!”
The conversation finally came to a close, Mu Jixue felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, grateful that the secret of Yun Zhonghe’s “thorough knowledge” wasn’t exposed.
A cute smile crept back onto her face.
“Mm, but Xue’er, Brother Yun has been so nice to us. Let’s not talk bad about him behind his back.”
“I… I understand, I’ll think carefully about it!”
Lin Zhongyu also flashed a slight smile.
On the surface, they seemed to have moved on from the matter.
But in reality, both were still preoccupied with their thoughts.
…
It was unclear how much time had passed when the Spirit Boat finally arrived at Cangzhou City.
As Yun Zhonghe and his group disembarked from the boat, they saw their father and mother anxiously awaiting them at the dock, along with Yun Zhongtian, Lady Chen, and Tao Jiu’er.
They had received an urgent Spirit Message from Master Youyue, informing them of Yun Zhonghe’s experiences in Qingzhu Town, causing them to worry and fret over his safety.
Although the message assured everyone of no immediate danger, there was fear that he might be injured. Seeing Yun Zhonghe walk down the boat unscathed made his dad emotional, but he held back tears for the sake of maintaining his family head facade. However, considering his feelings, Lady Chen couldn’t help but leap forward and smother him with excessive affection, giving him a heartfelt but messy greeting.
“Huange! Huange! You’re safe, thank goodness! Mama was so worried!”
Despite having raised children like Yun Zhonghe, Lady Chen looked remarkably youthful—like a twenty-year-old girl, except for the looming thunderclouds above their heads!
Judging by appearances, Yun Zhonghe must have inherited his formidable presence equally from his father and mother.
No one else present could outdo Lady Chen in age, which must be the power of being a capitalist!
But Yun Zhonghe wasn’t feeling too happy about being mobbed. He found the situation embarrassing.
“Mama, stop… Everyone’s watching, it’s quite awkward.”
“No, I don’t care, I need to hug my son.”
Even though she was usually strict with Yun Zhonghe, Lady Chen wasn’t a rigid disciplinarian. She showed him affectionate moments, especially in public. But being stared at made Yun Zhonghe really uncomfortable.
And… pfft! Pfft!
Thunder even came with its own sound effects now.
Walking behind, Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu were stunned. They’d seen Lady Chen interact with Yun Zhonghe before, but never this openly affectionate. While Mu Jixue was just surprised, Lin Zhongyu started imagining scenarios.
No wonder Brother Yun likes big-chested women. With such voluptuous relatives, naturally, he prefers curvy ladies.
She began worrying about her own chest size. A chest that couldn’t satisfy a kid? This filled her with slight despair.
I must grow, otherwise, Brother Yun and Xue’er will stop involving me in fun stuff. What will I do?
[Miss Lin, sorry, your chest is too small; it’s hard to get excited about it. Miss Mu brings me much more joy.]
Thoughts flooded Lin Zhongyu’s mind.
She imagined Yun Zhonghe and Mu Jixue in a tight embrace, with Yun Zhonghe teasingly looking at her while Mu Jixue leaned into his arms with a mischievous laugh.
Ah!!! Please don’t exclude me from your play, I’ll do anything.
Bashful Lin Zhongyu couldn’t suppress her fantasies.
Meanwhile, Lady Chen showered her affection. Yun Zhonghe then managed to calm down Lady Chen, only for Tao Jiu’er to storm up.
Tao Jiu’er seemed furious since that day, Yun Zhonghe left after barely saying hello and ended up doing something dangerous. Her eyes were still swollen, clearly indicating she had been crying. Yet, Tao Jiu ‘er wouldn’t tell Yun Zhonghe, instead confronting him aggressively, raising her fist.
“Niu, Niu’er…”
Yun Zhonghe instinctively stepped back. He feared Tai Jiu’er deeply, being subjected to her strict rules since childhood.
Seeing her raised fist, Yun Zhonghe braced himself for impact, eyes shut.
Yet, no pain came. Instead, he noticed a waft of perfume. When he opened his eyes, he found Tao Jiu’er buried herself into his embrace.
“Dunce, you made me worry. From now on, never go alone into dangerous places…”
At that moment, something deep inside Yun Zhonghe stirred.
“Niu’er…”
Spotting the scene, Yun Zhongtian and Lady Chen snickered softly, not interfering.
Or perhaps they had expected this bond to develop. After all, as patriarchs, they wouldn’t overlook crucial details.
Tao Jiu’er’s placement was meticulously considered and officially approved.
However, the interaction between Tao Jiu’er and Yun Zhonghe didn’t last long. She immediately pulled away, playfully mocking him.
“Lesser Master encountered danger; a personal maid ought to show emotion properly in such situations. I’ve already given you face, so prepare for your due compensation later.”
Yun Zhonghe twitched. It appeared he and Tao Jiu er’s relationship revolved around trouble.
“Tomorrow, go shopping with me; you know what I mean.”
“Uh…Fine…”
Yun Zhonghe resigned, knowing his wallet would suffer. Despite this, he realized Tao Jiu’er genuinely cared—they only needed minimal words.
These interactions felt routine to them, yet standing aside observing these developments, Mu Jixue and Lin Zhongyu felt a mix of emotions.
This bond seemed to transcend simple master-servant dynamics.
Lin Zhongyu had sensed this earlier, keeping it quiet, but noticed Mu Jixue acting a bit restless.
“This yellow hair has so many women around him.”
“Why the proper young master act? From how he smiled when embraced by his maids, it shows his true colors.”
“Irritating… Why am I bothered?”
Mu Jixue muttered to herself.
