Chapter 197 Happy Ending Part 3

Fu Huaian walked slowly in the night, entering the courtyard, and seeing the lit candles all around, he paused, then ran directly into Pei Qinghuan's room.

Arriving at the door, Fu Huaian pushed lightly, and the door opened directly.

Pei Qinghuan had already finished bathing, her pretty face bare, without a trace of blemish.

She wore a plain white inner garment, kneeling before the tea table, her full, shapely buttocks slightly tightening her thin trousers.

Pei Qinghuan glanced at him, then indifferently withdrew her gaze.

Fu Huaian silently closed the door.

He came to Pei Qinghuan's side, squeezed in, and sat directly on her couch.

Pei Qinghuan's pretty face showed displeasure, and she glared at him angrily!

Fu Huaian didn't care, sitting down comfortably, his large hand silently caressing the plumpness beneath Pei Qinghuan's waist.

Pei Qinghuan's pure face suddenly flushed crimson, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she changed from kneeling to sitting upright, firmly suppressing the mischievous large hand.

Her eyes sparkling, she lifted a porcelain cup with her jade hand, took a small sip of tea, and said in a slightly sour, faint voice, "You have so many little wives, why come looking for me?"

Fu Huaian moved even closer, the tip of the suppressed large hand nimble, but his expression was serious: "There is only one Master."

Pei Qinghuan hadn't seen Fu Huaian for two months, and her longing had long since surged; now, with Fu Huaian's slight teasing, she found it difficult to maintain her resentful jealousy.

Her jade hand trembled slightly, she put down the porcelain cup, bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, and her face glowed like a red sunset.

Fu Huaian was in no hurry to Cultivate with Master, intending to chat quietly first.

He poured a cup of tea with one hand, slowly drank it, and smiled, "Master, you don't know how many great Cultivators wanted to take me as a disciple during my trip to Great Min City."

Pei Qinghuan frowned upon hearing this, turning her pretty face towards Fu Huaian, her eyes, moistened by water, looking directly at him: "You want to join another sect?"

Fu Huaian chuckled, gently pinched her pure, exquisite nose, and shook his head, "How could that be? I only have one Master in my heart, before, now, and always, it's you."

Pei Qinghuan was startled; other than in bed, Huai'an rarely spoke sweet nothings to her, so at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a wave of shyness.

Fu Huaian tilted his head and pondered for a moment, his expression unchanged, as his hand sank into a crevice.

Pei Qinghuan's pearly teeth bit down hard on her red lips, blood-red showing through her lips.

Her voice was faint, and she clutched Fu Huaian's arm with her jade hand, murmuring softly, "Huai'an, don't tease Master."

A strange glint flashed in Fu Huaian's eyes, and his other hand caressed her beautiful face; the warm jade was hot to the touch, yet very gentle.

Pei Qinghuan's eyes were slightly hazy, and she uncontrollably rubbed her cheek against Fu Huaian's large hand, like a cat craving affection.

The candlelight could not illuminate the silver curve beneath her plain white garment, and Fu Huaian's expression was playful.

Pei Qinghuan's jade hand gripped Fu Huaian's arm even tighter, her finger bones translucent, her slender neck already tinged with a clear pink, and her heart pounded rapidly!

"Huai'an!"

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with water, and she softened her body, looking up at him痴痴地.

Fu Huaian was exceptionally tender, gently stroking her eyebrows with his thumb, and said softly, "Master, I won't tease you anymore."

He finally picked up a cup of tea, drank half of it, and then poured the rest out, forming a noticeable water stain on the soft couch.

Fu Huaian embraced Pei Qinghuan's delicate body, and the two disappeared onto the soft couch, the bed curtains gently swaying…

…

Yangzhou also had much rain, pouring down in torrents.

The fish-scale roof tiles crackled as they were struck, and the sound of water gurgled.

A night's rain made Fu Huaian feel the air was exceptionally fresh when he woke up in the morning.

The weather was slightly cool, and Fu Huaian carefully helped Master cover herself with the quilt so she could rest peacefully, then he quietly left.

Cultivation knows no time, and when Fu Huaian arrived at the door and looked up at the sky, he suddenly remembered that in half a month, it would be the New Year.

This year, he could stay in Yangzhou and have a reunion New Year.

He stood tall and straight under the eaves, the gentle breeze stirring his long hair, his stern expression particularly captivating.

Xu Qingyao leaned against the eaves, her small face foolishly looking at him.

Fu Huaian, with his hands behind his back and his jade-white robe spotless, noticed Xu Qingyao, who had already woken up, and was surprised.

He turned his head and smiled, "Qingyao, can you, my little lazybones, also get up early?"

Xu Qingyao came back to her senses, her face slightly flushed, and she ran over with a giggle, comfortably throwing herself into his arms.

Fu Huaian dotingly smoothed her full head of dark hair.

Xu Qingyao wrapped her small hands around his waist, clinging to him and refusing to leave, explaining softly, "I couldn't sleep."

Fu Huaian looked down at her, wondering if even this carefree little girl had something on her mind?

Xu Qingyao's large eyes moved, and she said seriously, "Last night, Pei Sword Master cried so terribly, and I live right next door, so I worried all night long!"

Fu Huaian was startled, looking at the little girl who was feigning ignorance, and pulled her tender white cheek with his large hand, revealing a glimpse of her clean back teeth!

Xu Qingyao's delicate eyebrows curved, and she cried out in pain, looking miserable.

Fu Huaian loosened his grip, Spiritual Qi flowed, and her clean cheek showed no trace.

Xu Qingyao giggled again.

With nothing to do in the morning, Fu Huaian simply held Xu Qingyao and sat under the eaves, chatting.

She didn't know what to talk about, sometimes speaking of Fu Mu (Mother)'s gentleness, sometimes asking about Fu Huaian's childhood, and finally, she talked about Medicine God Valley and Zhang Qingyuan, who had been kind and caring to her since she was a child.

She was found and raised by Zhang Qingyuan; she was a little girl of only four or five years old at the time, abandoned for some unknown reason.

Now, she couldn't even remember the face of her birth mother.

Finally, her voice slightly choked, she nestled into Fu Huaian's arms and whispered, "Huai'an, I was really happy when I called Mother yesterday."

Fu Huaian gently embraced her, smiled, and nodded, "After the New Year, we can go to Medicine God Valley to see your Valley Master Grandpa."

Xu Qingyao gave a charmingly naive hum.

Soon after, Fu Mu (Mother) came over, and Xu Qingyao, like a little girl, shrank into Fu Huaian's arms, afraid of being laughed at, then quickly got up and giggled, eagerly going over and sweetly calling her Mother.

Fu Mu (Mother) was extremely fond of the sweet-mouthed Xu Qingyao; among the other women, each with extraordinary temperament, only the Spiritually Qi-filled Xu Qingyao truly felt like an immature Junior to her.

Fu Huaian sat in place, watching the two of them with a faint smile, and he suddenly felt a bit tired of traveling around.

Once the Ching Du was resolved, he would return here and live a simple life.

He did not plan to move his parents to Taiyi Sect; it might not be suitable for them there.

As long as he made meticulous arrangements around them, his parents would clearly live more peacefully in Yangzhou.

Having to constantly see those Cultivators flying around at Taiyi Sect might not necessarily be an interesting life.

Fu Mu (Mother) and Xu Qingyao chatted and laughed for a while, then Fu Mu (Mother), in front of Fu Huaian, pulled Xu Qingyao into the house.

Fu Huaian didn't care what secrets the two were whispering, lowering his head to watch the ants moving house at his feet.

Pei Qinghuan had already woken up when Fu Mu (Mother) arrived; she disregarded her fatigue and busily rushed to tidy the room, only coming out with a calm expression once it was spotless.

Fu Huaian sat bored in the corridor at the entrance.

She slowly walked forward and gently twisted his ear: "Mother came and you didn't even know to go in and tidy the room!"

Fu Huaian looked up and smiled faintly, innocently pinching her jade hand: "Whoever made the mess cleans it up."

Pei Qinghuan huffily spat at him.