Chapter 51 When I grow up, you are not old yet, and you plan to marry me

Thump thump.

Fu Huaian knocked on the door obediently.

Qin Fengwu, inside the room, put on her outer robe and walked towards the door, puzzled.

Soft footsteps reached Fu Huaian's ears.

Creak.

“Eh, Huai'an?”

Qin Fengwu's beautiful eyes were moist and captivating, as she softly glanced at the handsome Fu Huaian, her mind beginning to wander.

A strange shyness and embarrassment arose in her heart, and a blush gradually appeared on her charming face.

The night was already very deep; why would Huai'an be looking for me at this hour?

“Aunt Qin, we’ve been busy every day recently and haven't had a proper talk. Now I happen to have some free time to spend with you.”

Fu Huaian's expression was serious, like a sensible junior showing filial piety to an elder…

Qin Fengwu cautiously glanced at the other rooms nearby, a nervous look appearing on her captivating face.

She let out a slight sigh of relief and led Fu Huaian into the room.

Creak.

Fu Huaian closed the door.

Qin Fengwu's graceful figure was curvaceous. Hearing the sound of the door closing, her steps, as she walked elegantly forward, paused, and her heart trembled inexplicably.

She continued walking calmly, but a tempting pink flush appeared on her neck.

The two sat at the table. Under the flickering lamplight, Aunt Qin, beside him, slightly lowered her head, her earlobes faintly red, and her unbound black hair made her appear even more beautiful.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Huaian's cheek, his eyes clear.

“Aunt Qin, has this journey, constantly moving east and west, been too tiring?”

Qin Fengwu raised her eyes to look at him, shaking her head gently.

“No, you’ve taken good care of me along the way, and I can usually find Jin Yu to pass the time, so I don't feel bored.”

Qin Fengwu pursed her red lips, then looked up at Fu Huaian, sighing softly.

“If I could, after finishing these miscellaneous tasks, I actually prefer the time we spent at Taiyi Sword Pool.

I would cook you three meals a day, occasionally chat with you, and you would practice your swordplay in front of me…

Life was quite peaceful and pleasant.

Alas, although you haven't left now, I often only see you for a short while throughout the entire day. It's even been a long time since I fed you…”

Qin Fengwu's emotions were complex; she herself didn't understand if she was feeling wronged or complaining.

Fu Huaian gazed at Aunt Qin, recalling their past days, and a sense of nostalgia couldn't help but surface in his heart.

“Aunt Qin, do you remember when I was three years old and my foster father brought me back to the Fu family?”

Qin Fengwu was startled, lost in reminiscence, a smile gradually appearing on her face as she murmured softly.

“At that time, you were a precocious child, not at all like a three-year-old, truly a little adult.”

When Fu Huaian was reborn, his consciousness was that of an adult. Although his body was small in his youth, his mind was mature.

Qin Fengwu's charming and captivating face turned towards Fu Huaian, her beautiful eyes curving into a smile.

“I remember when Uncle Fu came to the Qin family to visit, he smiled and handed you to me, and I looked at you with full curiosity.

I was only ten at the time, and it was quite difficult for my small frame to hold you. And you even had a look of disdain!”

Fu Huaian's expression was awkward; at three, he could already walk, and with his mature mind, how could he let a little girl hold him!

Recalling this, Qin Fengwu's mood improved significantly. She couldn't help but reach out, her eyes hazy, and gently stroked Fu Huaian's cheek.

“You are very clever, full of tricks since childhood, always coming up with many ingenious ideas.

Although after you acted on them, you basically didn't achieve much.

But Aunt Qin grew up with you, and my heart has always gone from admiring your talent to being proud of your martial arts when you practiced.

I have always liked you in my heart, and that has never changed.”

Fu Huaian's expression was gentle. He gently held the jade hand on his face, a smile gracing his features.

“Aunt Qin, do you remember something from when I was ten?”

Qin Fengwu's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed, and she feigned confusion.

“I don't know. So many years have passed, how could I remember?”

In truth, Qin Fengwu had always remembered, often recalling it, but for her to speak it aloud, she couldn't help but feel shy.

Fu Huaian held Qin Fengwu's jade hands in his own, his voice soft.

“At that time, you were eighteen, and the Qin family began arranging marriages for you, which you were very unwilling about.

But in this world, at that time, you were indeed of marriageable age.

Do you remember when I came from the Fu family to the Qin family to play with you, and I was standing quietly to the side, you pulled me close.

You said that when I grew up, and you weren't old yet, you planned to marry me.”

Fu Huaian inexplicably chuckled, remembering that Aunt Qin was still a vibrant young girl then, with bright, large eyes and a pointed oval face.

Her small face, filled with indignation, looked at her father, embracing a helpless Fu Huaian, declaring repeatedly that she wouldn't marry!

Qin Fengwu glared at Fu Huaian in annoyance, pulled her hand back, and gently patted him.

“I was young then, I was talking nonsense!”

Fu Huaian chuckled softly, then suddenly embraced Aunt Qin.

“Aunt Qin, I took it seriously!

We grew up as proper childhood sweethearts. Now I am twenty, and you are twenty-seven.

We can properly marry. After these miscellaneous matters are concluded, I will make time to go to Yangzhou.

Let my foster father lead me to propose marriage to the neighboring Qin family!”

Qin Fengwu's face flushed, her heart filled with joy and shyness, and her eyes immediately became misty.

Fu Huaian looked at Aunt Qin in his arms, a smile on his face, and slightly bowed…

…The next morning.

Fu Huaian opened his eyes. He turned his head slightly, and the beautiful Aunt Qin was curled up in his arms, her sleeping face charming.

He smiled softly, placing his large hand on her waist.

Last night, the two had only a brief encounter, and he had not taken Aunt Qin's body…

Fu Huaian sighed, feeling that he still needed to give Aunt Qin a better memory.

After all, the women with whom Fu Huaian had relations were all due to accidental love poison…

Unless absolutely necessary, there was no need to be so hasty.

[Mainly, I was afraid of Heavenly Dao suppression, otherwise I would have taken her decisively in Changyan City! Readers who see this chapter should notice that Aunt Qin's character setting has changed, and I also changed the previous text… The protagonist became the adopted son of the Fu family, and Aunt Qin became a member of the Qin family next door to the Fu family in Yangzhou.

Remember: The protagonist is the adopted son of the Fu family, and Aunt Qin is the legitimate daughter of the neighboring Qin family. They grew up as childhood sweethearts, one is twenty, the other twenty-seven, and they can freely fall in love!]

[If this still doesn't work, then she can't be an 'Aunt'; she can only be Feng Wu, a childhood sweetheart who is a few years older… So difficult Q_Q.]

Fu Huaian pondered for a moment, then Qin Fengwu's eyelids flickered, and she slowly woke up.

Her jade hand rested on Fu Huaian's chest, and her jade leg was wrapped around his waist…

Qin Fengwu's pretty face flushed, and she subtly withdrew her leg, glanced at Fu Huaian, and softly said:

“Time to get up.”

Fu Huaian smiled and pinched her pretty face, then got out of bed.

Fu Huaian put on his clothes, returned to his room, and continued writing novels for his teacher's wife and baby.

He hadn't written many words yet, and Fu Huaian wouldn't feel right going to Shen Jinyu to suppress the love poison until he had written well.

Fu Huaian activated his human AI mode, ideas flowing like a spring, specifically putting great effort into certain special plot points!

Striving for detail, specificity, from shallow to deep, then from deep to shallow, madly circulating eight thousand words…