066 Choosing Between the Two

Mo Feiyuan parted from her lips, his hand gently brushing her cheek. Although his face was always that cold, stern mask, it seemed much softer now.

“Wait for me.” He spoke those same two words once again.

“Of course, I’ll wait for you till the end of time, until the world ages a million years,” Yun Feiyue replied with a raised brow and a smile, gazing at Mo Feiyuan.

Mo Feiyuan pressed his lips together, released Yun Feiyue’s hand, and finally turned to leave.

Yun Feiyue twisted around, cradling little Mumu in her arms, his taste still lingering on her lips. She curled her tongue, licking her lips—quite a pleasant flavor…

“Mother, what does it taste like?” Little Mumu blinked his big eyes, looking up at Yun Feiyue expectantly.

“Children, you shouldn’t be so curious. You’ll understand when you grow up,” Yun Feiyue said earnestly, instructing Mumu as she headed home.

“Beautiful sister, now that you’ve used me, you’re just going to toss me aside?” Mo Twelve followed Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue turned with a cheerful smile, “How could I? Handsome men are what I love, and I adore ice-cold types too. If I must choose, you’ll have to bear with it for now. Once I’ve settled the hardest one, I’ll come back for you!”

Mo Twelve could no longer keep his composure, “Beautiful sister, why don’t you make Mo Feiyuan wait?”

Mumu piped up, “Isn’t it obvious? My mother always likes to eat her favorite things first, and only afterwards the things she doesn’t like…”

So, according to Mumu, Mo Twelve was what Yun Feiyue didn’t like.

“I won’t accept this, beautiful sister! You promised to marry me and stay together.”

Hey, he was the twelfth master of the Mo family, truly talented! He was at the peak of the seventh level in martial arts! He was handsome too—why wasn’t she interested?

Yun Feiyue gently rubbed her forehead, “That might be a bit tricky. If you don’t mind being secondary, we can discuss further. But if you do mind, you’d better step aside.”

With that, she delivered a solid slap toward Mo Twelve.

Mo Twelve, experienced as he was, dodged lightly. “I won’t accept it! Once the Heavenly Martial Rankings are over, I’ll go to the Yun family to propose marriage. This time, a proper proposal. Parental approval and a matchmaker’s words are necessary.”

Yun Feiyue tilted her head, looking at Mo Twelve as if he were a stubborn child.

“Do you believe I’ll tell your parents?”

“Mo Twelve is an orphan. The Eye Wheel Realm has long since lost its kin. Otherwise, why do you think I left the Hidden Mo family?” Mo Twelve grinned brightly. “What’s this, sister—seems you care about my private affairs?”

Yun Feiyue said nothing, merely gazing at him for a long moment before withdrawing her attention.

“You say you want to marry me, so I must learn about you!” Yun Feiyue smiled at him.

Mo Twelve tossed his hair in a flamboyant gesture. “Though I’m an orphan, I’m quite wealthy. Supporting you wouldn’t be a problem. Tell me, where else can you find such a rich and handsome man?”

“Mother, Mo Twelve seems like the legendary golden bachelor, no, diamond bachelor. Mumu thinks he could be a candidate for father,” Mumu mused to himself.

Yun Feiyue shot her son a look as if he were blinded by money. “You believe everything people tell you? You haven’t seen any money—how do you know he’s rich? He might be a pauper. Have you noticed if he’s ever changed clothes since you met him?”

Mo Twelve’s face darkened several shades at Yun Feiyue’s teasing.

He really was rich!

“I don’t change clothes because these are Red Blossom Battle Robes. No need to wash, every day they’re as good as new.”

It did sound quite high-end! Yun Feiyue knew this world had many marvelous things, but such items couldn’t be bought—they were earned through battle or life itself.

In short, they were either stolen or inherited.

Mo Twelve noticed Yun Feiyue’s covetous gaze and took two steps back. “Beautiful sister, if you want them, marry me. Anything you desire will be yours…”

“I prefer the feeling of wearing new clothes every day.” Yun Feiyue smiled, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll be on my way now. If you’re truly rich, bring your private stash before me. If it’s more than the Yun family’s, I’ll marry you.”

Mo Twelve flashed a seductive smile. “If beautiful sister says so, it’s settled. You can’t go back on your word.”

Yun Feiyue nodded. Even the patriarch of the Yun family didn’t know exactly how much wealth they had—it was beyond counting. Mo Twelve couldn’t possibly surpass it.

Though she was certain, a faint unease lingered in her heart. Mo Twelve looked so relaxed, not troubled at all.

Hm, he’s young, surely just naive. It’s just a game…

After sending Mo Twelve away, Yun Feiyue joyfully returned to the Yun family residence with Mumu.

At dawn, Yun Feiyue stretched lazily upon waking, considering whether to find her elder cousin to ask about her grandfather and the Crimson Lotus token.

Standing at the door, Yun Feiyue heard voices from within.

“Brother, no, it’ll hurt…” Murong Shengqing’s fearful, youthful voice, soft as a cat’s paw, made Yun Feiyue shiver, goosebumps rising as her mind conjured a vivid scene full of ambiguous tension.

“Brother, be gentle, don’t go in…”

“It’s alright, I’ll go slowly. Once the filth inside is cleared out, you’ll feel much better…” Murong Fenghua’s voice was gentle.

Oh, her elder cousin never spoke so tenderly to her. A pang of jealousy hit Yun Feiyue, but then she realized—ha! She’d caught her cousin’s secret.

Without hesitation, she pushed the door open with a loud creak.