Chapter 34

   Ning Zhi was born with stunning beauty. As a teenager, he was sold into a brothel by his indebted father. Fortunately, his first customer was Marquis Zhongyuan.


  When Marquis Zhongyuan saw him, he was amazed by his extraordinary appearance. He redeemed him from his servitude, brought him into the Marquis's mansion, and showered him with favor.


  This servant, Dongxi, was someone Ning Zhi had serving by his side when he was working at the brothel. Ning Zhi took pity on him and had the Marquis of Zhongyuan buy him so that he could serve Ning Zhi.


  Dongxi always regarded Ningzhi as his benefactor.


  Lady Zhongyuan had harmed his benefactor and master, so Dongxi naturally despised her. Now, seeing her faint from anger at the hands of her own son, on whom she had placed so much hope, he was naturally pleased.


  Ning Zhi lay lazily on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, his expression indifferent. He gazed at the bright red plum blossom outside the window, lost in thought, and murmured, "She's just a pitiful person after all."


  To love someone but not be loved in return is the greatest tragedy for that person.


  Ning Zhi would only retaliate against the various provocations and schemes of Lady Hou when pushed to the brink; he ignored the minor squabbles in ordinary times. It wasn't that he couldn't defeat her, nor that he pitied her; Ning Zhi simply wanted a place to live in peace, and he didn't care about anything else.


  "By the way, how's A-Yuan doing lately?" Ning Zhi asked casually.


  When Dongxi mentioned his young master, he was quite proud. In his eyes, his young master was much better than that young marquis in terms of knowledge and interpersonal skills. Didn't he see that the marquis also doted on his young master more?


  Dongxi quickly told Ningzhi about Meng Xiangyuan's recent situation in great detail.


  Ning Zhi's eyes were half-closed, and he seemed rather lazy, not particularly interested, but he was listening attentively.


  "...Gongzi, why don't you go and see the young master more often?" Dongxi asked hesitantly. He could tell that his gongzi cared about the young master, but the two of them were not close.


  Normally, the young master would politely come to greet him, but his gongzi rarely took the initiative to approach the young master.


  Ning Zhi slowly opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes showing little light and little emotion: "Knowing that he's doing well is enough."


  He knows his child.


  A Yuan disliked his father, who was a concubine, because he couldn't give him a good status; he could only be a lowly illegitimate son.


  In this way, I don't need to get in his way. Ning Zhi has already given all he could. As for the rest, I'll leave it to him. I just hope he can keep his heart and not be blinded by power and wealth.


  "Gongzi, the Marquis has arrived."


  "Ah Ning, how have you been feeling lately? Don't get up, just lie down quietly." Marquis Zhongyuan quickly pressed Ning Zhi, who was about to get up, back down onto the chaise lounge.


  Touching Ning Zhi's hand from under the blanket, he frowned: "Why are your hands so cold? And your face is so pale. Did you secretly pour out the medicine again?"


  Ning Zhi did not pull his hand away. He gave a faint smile and said, "After being caught by the Marquis last time, how could I dare to spill the medicine again?"


  Just then, the medicine brewed in the kitchen was brought over.


  Marquis Zhongyuan told Dongxi to step aside and personally brought over the medicine: "Here, let me feed you."


  Ning Zhi, accustomed to this, replied, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."


  Ning Zhi was already beautiful, and with his obedient appearance, he was very much loved by Marquis Zhongyuan.


  After feeding him the medicine, Marquis Zhongyuan held his hand for a short while, leaving behind some novel trinkets he had brought back on his journey, as well as some brocade clothes, silks, pearls, and agates, before reluctantly departing.


  “Young master, the Marquis is so good to you. Every time he comes back from a long trip, he brings you so many precious things. The other one doesn’t have any.”


  Ning Zhi lay on the chaise lounge, still covered with a blanket, lazily basking in the sun, his emotions seemingly unaffected, as if the arrival of Marquis Zhongyuan had no effect on his interest.


  He said, "Pick a few items to give as gifts to the people in the courtyard, and put the rest away."


  Ning Zhi glanced at the precious items indifferently, then looked away.


  Even the most beautiful woman will eventually grow old.


  Even the deepest feelings for an old flame may not be able to compare to those for a new flame, let alone someone with whom there isn't much affection.


  -


  The sound of porcelain shattering rang out one after another.


  Lady Zhongyuan had just woken up when she heard that Marquis Zhongyuan had returned to the manor. She immediately went to Tinglan Garden, bringing not only many things but also personally feeding that wretched ger medicine.


  In her rage, she knocked a vase to the ground again, leaving it shattered.


  "Madam, you mustn't get angry, or you'll fall into that vile ger's trap," the old nanny beside her advised.


  "Granny, go tell the young marquis that since he is unwilling to sever ties with that foolish boy, let him be his mistress, but the child must be sent away. If the young marquis still does not agree, I will sever his mother-son relationship with him and kick him out of the manor. I want to see whether the young marquis's position is more important or that father and son are more important."


  "Yes, Madam, I will inform the young marquis immediately."


  Inside the room, the old woman who had cleaned up the broken pieces and all the maids withdrew.


  She looked around. As the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyuan, even if she was not favored, she was still treated very well.


  The house was magnificent, yet she was all alone, day and night, utterly isolated and cold. It seemed devoid of life.


  She sat blankly on the bed for a long time, then collapsed onto the blankets, sobbing uncontrollably despite her usual strong personality.


  She just wanted to love someone, what's wrong with that?


  -


  Meng Xiangbei moved out of the Marquis's mansion and returned to his small home with Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er.


  In fact, confessing to Meng's mother and trying to annul the engagement and bring Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er back to the mansion was just a very slim hope.


  Given Meng's mother personality, she would never agree to his request under any circumstances.


  So he moved out.


  Qiao Qingjun was very happy that her husband would be able to spend the nights with them from now on, and An ge'er would occasionally blink his big eyes and secretly look at him, as if to make sure that he really wasn't leaving.


  With the help of medicinal diet and Qiao Qingjun's meticulous care, An ge'er's health gradually improved. The one-year-old child, who used to only walk unsteadily and fall from time to time, can now occasionally run around. His personality has also become much more lively and cheerful. He especially likes to rush towards Qiao Qingjun like a little firecracker, hug his daddy's leg with his little arms, and then giggle.


  Meng's mother sent people to persuade him several times, but Meng Xiangbei refused to see them.


  That day, Meng Xiangbei, Qiao Qingjun, and An Ge'er were having dinner at a restaurant when they unexpectedly encountered someone.


  The man was around forty years old, tall and strong. His appearance was slightly fierce, and he seemed unapproachable at first glance. He was dressed in black, and a knife at his waist amplified his already fierce and imposing aura.


  His arrival quieted the atmosphere in the restaurant.


  The man's gaze swept over them, finally landing on Meng Xiangbei, then glanced at Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er beside him, his tiger-like eyes narrowing slightly.


  The person who arrived was Qian Zheng.


  He said he wanted to speak with Meng Xiangbei alone.


  "Aqing, you and An ge'er wait in the room. I'll be right next door." Meng Xiangbei opened a private room for Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er to eat, and then went next door with Qian Zheng.


  "Husband, you must take good care of yourself." Qiao Qingjun tugged at Meng Xiangbei's sleeve and whispered. He secretly glanced at Qian Zheng, frightened by the latter's fierce appearance. He was afraid that this man would hurt his husband.


  "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be back in a bit."


  "Um."


  The atmosphere between Meng Xiangbei and Qian Zheng in the private room was somewhat tense.


  Qian Zheng sat there with an air of authority, his face expressionless, his tiger-like eyes scanning Meng Xiangbei up and down, as if he were assessing something.


  Meng Xiangbei sat upright, composed and calm, letting him scrutinize him.


  After a long while, Qian Zheng spoke. His voice was rough and loud, and his tone was authoritative without being angry.


  "Do you know who I am?"


  "Junior Meng Xiangbei greets General Qian. The Qian family has protected our country for generations, and General Qian is the God of War of our Great Sui Dynasty. I'm sure no one is unaware of General Qian's fame." Meng Xiangbei nodded slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, showing no deliberate attempt to flatter, but simply stating the facts.


  Meng Xiangbei politely addressed Qian Zheng as General Qian, but in reality, Qian Zheng was Meng Xiangbei's uncle.


  However, the Marquis of Zhongyuan's mansion and the General's mansion were not close, and Qian Zheng was stationed at the border year-round. Only the Marquis of Zhongyuan's wife and Aunt Xiao of the General's mansion occasionally had contact.


  Qian Zheng's expression didn't change. He wasn't surprised that Meng Xiangbei knew him. He asked, "Then do you know why I came to find you today?"


  "Please enlighten me, General Qian."


  Qian Zheng glanced at him and gave a heavy, cold snort: "This general will ask you first, what is your relationship with that young man and child just now?"


  The way they looked like a close-knit family of three made Qian Zheng suspicious.


  According to his concubines and daughters, Meng Xiangbei was a virtuous man who had no concubines, mistresses, or mistresses. Yet, upon their first meeting, he was seen to be intimate with a young man.


  Mentioning Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er, Meng Xiangbei's gaze softened a bit, and he didn't hide anything: "Those are my wife and children."


  "How dare you!" Qian Zheng slammed his hand on the table, which made a jarring sound and cracked several large cracks, as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch.


  "You say those are your wife and children, then what's the deal with you and my Jiaojiao? Are you trying to make my Jiaojiao your concubine?"


  Only the principal wife can be called a "wife," and there can only be one wife. So, if Qian Jiaojiao wants to be with Meng Xiangbei, wouldn't she be a concubine?


  Qian Zheng stared intently at Meng Xiangbei with furious eyes. If Meng Xiangbei failed to give him a satisfactory answer, he would surely vent his anger on Meng Xiangbei.


  Meng Xiangbei pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, even if General Qian hadn't come to see me today, I was planning to go to the General's Mansion in a few days to explain things to my cousin."


  "More than a year ago, I accidentally ended up in Jiangnan. After losing my memory , I met and married my current wife, Qiao Qingjun. Aqing gave birth to a child for me. Later, when we went to the capital, I regained my memory and learned that I was the young marquis of Zhongyuan Marquis's Mansion.


  My cousin is beautiful and has a good personality. My mother wants me to marry her. I didn't want to go against my mother's wishes, so I started dating her. But I later realized that the only person I loved was A-Qing, and I only wanted to spend my life with him and his son. If I were to be with my cousin, it would be unfair to both A-Qing and my cousin, since I already had someone I loved.


  My cousin is a good girl; she deserves a better husband."


  Meng Xiangbei's words were sincere and heartfelt, expressing his deep feelings while also praising Qian Jiaojiao.


  Only the Nightmare Beast itself felt that these words sounded incredibly awful.


  You said you only have Qiao Qingjun in your heart, so why did you go and provoke Qian Jiaojiao? Now that her father has come to see her and is looking for a son-in-law, you say you no longer love her daughter.


  This is just asking for trouble, like getting beaten up.


  The Nightmare Beast also expressed his helplessness. He was forced to take the blame for the original owner's mistakes, and he couldn't very well renege on his debts, since the original owner and Qian Jiaojiao had already ambiguously expressed their feelings for each other when he arrived.


  Fortunately, the so-called "arranged marriage" was just a verbal agreement between Meng's mother and Aunt Xiao, which was more like a joke. There was no marriage certificate or tokens. It was just casual conversation between the two wives in the back courtyard. In fact, it was not a real marriage.


  It was only after all these years that Meng's mother finally accepted this marriage, hoping to find a wife from a powerful family to support her son. In the end, even the original owner of this body believed that she and her cousin had a legitimate marriage agreement.


  Judging from Qian Zheng's appearance, he probably doesn't realize that if there were a real marriage agreement between the two parties, Qian Zheng would be ready to slice him to pieces the moment he says these words.


  Qian Zheng narrowed his eyes and glared at him, "So you were having an affair with Jiao Jiao while you had a wife and children?"


  "This matter was indeed my fault, and I should apologize to my cousin."


  "Apologize? Ha, does my daughter care about your apology?" Qian Zheng was so angry that he didn't care about being polite anymore and even blurted out the word "my".


  "Do you know that my daughter Jiaojiao's heart is now with you? You were the one who provoked my daughter back then, and now you're saying you don't want her anymore for a ger? Do you really think my General's Mansion has no one to rely on? Do you really think my daughter, Qian Zheng's daughter, is so easy to bully?!"


  The table shattered completely when Qian Zheng slammed it down again.


  Qian Zheng gripped the knife at his waist, wanting to finish off the troublesome young man in front of him with a single stroke, but when he thought of his daughter's shy expression when she mentioned him, he held back.


  My dear Jiaojiao has feelings for this person. If he really did something to this guy, Jiaojiao would be heartbroken.


  He's quite old, a rough old man, and he only has this one daughter. He has to love and pamper her, and not let her suffer the slightest grievance or shed a single tear.


  After a moment of contemplation, Qian Zheng quickly made a decision.


  "Meng Xiangbei, I'm giving you a chance. Break off your relationship with that ger and his son, marry my daughter, and you'll be the son-in-law . I'll also guarantee you a successful career in the government. Otherwise, I'll show you what I'm capable of."


  Qian Zheng offered a sweet treat while simultaneously threatening him. He had always been an upright man and disdained such despicable tactics, but now, for the sake of his beloved daughter, he had also resorted to such underhanded methods.


  Meng Xiangbei remained unmoved: "I'm sorry, General Qian, please forgive me for not being able to agree."


  "you……"


  “Father, since he has no feelings for me, why force him and create more resentment between you?” Qian Jiaojiao suddenly pushed open the door and came in from outside. It’s unclear how long she had been listening.


  Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she didn't shed a tear; her face still held an arrogant expression.


  "Jiaojiao, what brings you here?" Qian Zheng stood up abruptly. Seeing Qian Jiaojiao's reddened eyes, he immediately felt sorry for her and drew the knife from his waist, pointing it at Meng Xiangbei.


  Qian Jiaojiao quickly stopped him.


  "Father."


  Qian Jiaojiao turned to look at Meng Xiangbei.


  The man was as handsome as ever, and even possessed a unique and attractive charm. However, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was devoid of the adoration and affection he once had. His dark eyes were clear and devoid of any tenderness.


  At this moment, Qian Jiaojiao finally understood that the man in front of her really didn't like her anymore.


  In fact, she had noticed Meng Xiangbei's refusal to see her and his indifference these past few days, and she felt anxious and uncertain. However, because of her feelings for him, she suppressed her unease.


  She learned by chance that her father was coming to see Meng Xiangbei today, so she secretly followed him.


  For a moment, she couldn't explain why she had come along. Was it to hear Meng Xiangbei admit to his father that he liked her and was willing to go to the General's Mansion to propose marriage, or was it because of the unease of being in a new place, fearing that something unexpected might happen?


  So she came, and she overheard their conversation, hearing Meng Xiangbei's deep affection for another person.


  Qian Jiaojiao slightly raised her chin and looked at Meng Xiangbei. Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed any tears: "Meng Xiangbei, I'm asking you, do you really not like me, Qian Jiaojiao, anymore?"


  Meng Xiangbei nodded without hesitation: "Yes."


  Something in Qian Jiaojiao's eyes seemed to shatter completely after Meng Xiangbei said the word "yes".


  She gave Meng Xiangbei a deep look and said, "Fine, since you, Meng Xiangbei, have no feelings for me, I, Qian Jiaojiao, will not presume to be affectionate. I'll just consider myself blind, and you should never appear in front of me again."


  As the daughter of a general, Qian Jiaojiao has always been proud. Although she is spoiled, she is also clear about her likes and dislikes and acts decisively. She would never do anything like crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide to win back a man's heart.


  That's why, in the original world, Qian Jiaojiao resolutely divorced Qiao Qingjun after learning of his heartlessness towards her.


  "Father, let's go back."


  "Jiaojiao, let Daddy kill this brat first." Qian Jiaojiao could swallow her anger, but Qian Zheng couldn't.


  "Father, your daughter is so wonderful, and she's the daughter of a general of the Great Sui Dynasty. Why would she worry about getting married? Besides, I, Qian Jiaojiao, don't want a man who has someone else in his heart." In the end, Qian Zheng was pulled away by Qian Jiaojiao.


  Before leaving, Meng Xiangbei finally apologized to her.


  Actually, Qian Jiaojiao is a good girl.


  In this matter, he was indeed in the wrong.


  After thinking it over, Meng Xiangbei made some changes to the dream he had woven, promising to give Qian Jiaojiao a suitable husband in the future.


  With Qian Jiaojiao's matter finally resolved, Meng Xiangbei breathed a sigh of relief. Given Qian Zheng and Qian Jiaojiao's personalities, they shouldn't be capable of any revenge.


  Now, Meng's mother was only the hurdle remains.


  Meng's mother arrived even faster than he had imagined.


  -


  That day, Meng Xiangbei went out, Qiao Qingjun was reading medical books in the house, and An ge'er was playing with building blocks that his father had made for him.


  The little boy used small wooden blocks—triangles, squares, rectangles, and circles—to build a miniature figure.


  An ge'er really liked the building blocks that Meng Xiangbei made himself, which earned him a hug.


  "Daddy, Daddy." An ge'er's voice was soft and sweet, a child's voice, and if he said anything, it would sound like he was being spoiled.


  Qiao Qingjun looked away from the book.


  An ge'er pointed his little finger at the building blocks on the ground.


  Qiao Qingjun got off the bed, squatted down to take a look, and his eyes lit up: "Is this a person?"


  Ange'er pointed at him and repeated, "Daddy, daddy..."


  Qiao Qingjun thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "This person is me?"


  When An ge'er saw that his father understood what he meant, he immediately smiled.


  Qiao Qingjun was also very happy. Holding An Ge'er's soft little body, he said in a light tone, "An Ge'er is so amazing. Daddy is very happy."


  After he finished celebrating, he discussed with An ge'er, "An ge'er, shall we build another one, this time for your father?"


  Qiao Qingjun had always wanted to foster a relationship between Meng Xiangbei and An Ge'er, but An Ge'er didn't seem very close to his father.


  Ange held a small, round building block in his little hand, his little mouth pouting, and his face clearly showed his frustration.


  His daddy still thinks about his father all the time.


  Just then, there was a knock on the door.


  Qiao Qingjun's eyes lit up: "Is my husband back?"


  He tilted his head and looked at An ge'er: "Is it your father who has returned?"


  "Let's go open the door for him."


  As he spoke, Qiao Qingjun got up, took An Ge'er's hand, and the two of them, one big and one small, happily went to open the door.


  So excited that he didn't have time to think much, the knocking seemed much more urgent than usual.


  "Husband, welcome..."


  As soon as the door opened, a graceful and elegant lady stood before them, followed by a group of nannies and maids.


  The lady's face darkened, her gaze fixed on him and An ge'er. Her obvious displeasure, even disgust, made Qiao Qingjun swallow back the words he was about to say.


  Qiao Qingjun was frightened, fearing they might hurt An Ge'er, and quickly hugged the little guy.


  Mother Meng looked Qiao Qingjun up and down, her gaze lingering on his face for a long time. She sneered and said, "You're the one who seduced my son and made him want to break off our relationship. You really do look like a vixen."


  Qiao Qingjun held An Ge'er tightly in his arms, bewildered and not quite understanding what the woman in front of him meant. After a long while, he finally mustered up his courage and choked out a question: "Who are you?"


  "He's still a fool." The disgust in Meng's mother's eyes deepened.


  Meng's mother led her entourage directly past Qiao Qingjun and his companion, entering the small courtyard.


  Her critical gaze fell on the dilapidated courtyard, her face growing increasingly grim: "You certainly have some tricks up your sleeve, managing to coax a dignified young marquis into living with you in such a run-down place."


  Mother Meng turned her head, her malicious gaze falling on Qiao Qingjun, and she mocked him mercilessly: "What makes you think you can enter my Marquis's mansion? Is it because of your seductive face, or because of the little ger you gave birth to? You are just a lowly ger. Who gave you such audacity?"


  At this moment, Qiao Qingjun finally understood that the lady in front of him should be his husband's mother.


  But she was so fierce, it seemed like she also disliked him.


  "I've come here today to tell you that I want you to leave my son's side and take this bastard child you gave birth to with you."


  "No." As soon as Meng's mother finished speaking, Qiao Qingjun immediately denied it.


  “I won’t leave, Aqing won’t leave her husband. An ge’er isn’t a bastard, not at all.” Although he didn’t know what a bastard meant, he knew it wasn’t a good thing.


  Qiao Qingjun was very angry, his face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists to retort.


  Author's Note: Recommending my friend's "Revisiting My Dad's Years When He Collapsed" by Meow Girl


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Chapter 33

  "Unbeknownst to me, the servants were actively dividing up their master's property and wantonly insulting him. They've really dared to climb over his head! Who gave you such audacity?"


  The chilling words were like knives frozen in winter, slowly cutting into their hearts.


  "Young Master, we were wrong, we were really wrong." The two trembled with fear, struggling as if their fragile necks were being choked. They never imagined that the young master, who had ignored Qiao Qingjun and his son for the past year, would suddenly become angry and stand up for them.


  If they knew that the young marquis still cared about this father and son, they wouldn't dare to do it even if they had ten times the courage.


  "Aqing, take An ge'er inside and close the door. Leave these two ungrateful bastards to me."


  Qiao Qingjun was simple-minded and kind-hearted. An ge'er was just a child, so naturally they couldn't be allowed to see that bloody scene.


  Qiao Qingjun's lips moved, but he didn't plead for him. He carried An ge'er back to the house. He was angry because An ge'er had been sick last night, but they refused to help him find a doctor.


  He has a gentle personality, like a harmless and silly rabbit, but when it comes to An ge'er, even the soft and cute rabbit can stretch out its claws and fight with everything to deliver a fatal blow to the person who hurt his own cub.


  Holding An ge'er, Qiao Qingjun sat on the bed. Soon, he heard the sound of whips and the two men's pleas for mercy and screams. Qiao Qingjun immediately covered An ge'er's ears with his hands.


  An ge'er blinked his big, clear black and white eyes at him, thinking that his father was playing a game with him. He also stretched out his two short little hands and covered Qiao Qingjun's ears.


  Qiao Qingjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and the two foreheads, one big and one small, touched each other gently.


  "An ge'er is so cute, An ge'er is so good."


  “Daddy, good boy, good boy.” An ge’er imitated him very well, making a giggling sound.


  -


  Meng Xiangbei gave the two treacherous servants a beating, tied them up, and threw them aside. He planned to call a slave trader later to sell them and buy two honest servants to take care of Qiao Qingjun and his son.


  Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er also came out of the house.


  Together, the two of them arranged the purchased items and placed them in their respective places. An ge'er sat to the side, holding a piece of pastry in his little hand and nibbling on it with his little teeth, his eyes fixed on them as he watched them work.


  "Husband, what should we do with the clothes?" Qiao Qingjun touched the clothes that were torn in two, feeling regretful and heartbroken. These were clothes that his husband had bought for him, and he liked them very much.


  "If it's ruined, I'll buy you another one."


  "Yes, I will definitely protect them well from now on." Qiao Qingjun clenched his little fist and made a solemn promise.


  Meng Xiangbei gently patted his head and smiled silently. This guy, who uses protection for clothes? However, he didn't correct him. As long as Qiao Qingjun was happy.


  "Oh, right, these are the medical books for you." Meng Xiangbei handed him several medical books.


  Qiao Qingjun's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it, flipped through a few pages, and then hugged it like a precious treasure, giving Meng Xiangbei a smile: "Thank you, husband."


  Meng Xiangbei pondered for a moment, then leaned closer and asked meaningfully, "So, how does A-Qing plan to thank me?"


  Qiao Qingjun was clearly surprised by Meng Xiangbei's question, and his eyes were blank.


  "Should Aqing cook for her husband?" he suggested, but shook his head a few seconds later. "No, Aqing's cooking is not good."


  With the two servants doing nothing, Qiao Qingjun had to cook for himself so that he and An'er wouldn't go hungry. But how could a rich young master who had never lifted a finger cook? He almost burned down the kitchen.


  To this end, Qiao Qingjun secretly went to the house next door to see how they did it, and then came back to learn how to do it himself. It took him a long time to be able to cook properly. Even so, the food was terrible in both appearance and taste, and sometimes it was not even cooked through.


  Even so, they still had to sit, otherwise they would starve to death, and the money had to be saved for An ge'er's medical treatment; they couldn't go out to buy food.


  What's remarkable is that Qiao Qingjun does a very good job of making rice cereal for An ge'er.


  Hearing this, Meng Xiangbei felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but take his hand. His fingers, which were originally as slender and soft as scallions, were covered with a thin layer of calluses and faint scratches, probably from when he was accidentally cut by a knife earlier.


  There is a long, noticeable scar on the palm of his hand.


  "How did you do that?"


  Qiao Qingjun frowned, his handsome face still deep in thought about how to thank his husband, when he heard Meng Xiangbei ask, his cool fingertips stroking the scar on his palm.


  "I was chopping wood and got cut. It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore," Qiao Qingjun replied casually, as if the matter was over and didn't need to be taken seriously, even though it hurt a lot and he bled a lot at the time.


  Meng Xiangbei pulled Qiao Qingjun into his arms and buried his face in his neck: "Qing, I won't let you and An ge'er suffer anymore."


  "AQing isn't suffering," Qiao Qingjun replied, somewhat bewildered, though he sensed that his husband seemed quite distressed.


  People cry when they are sad, just like him and An ge'er. They cry when they are upset, but Qiao Qingjun doesn't want Meng Xiangbei to cry.


  He gently patted Meng Xiangbei's back to comfort him.


  His clumsy attempts to comfort only intensified Meng Xiangbei's guilt.


  Qiao Qingjun and his son should be cherished and protected; they shouldn't have to suffer like this.


  He would not let them suffer in the future.


  In the end, Meng Xiangbei still failed to get a "thank you gift".


  For the next few days, Meng Xiangbei stayed with Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er during the day, and returned to the Marquis's residence at night to avoid attracting the attention of the people in the Marquis's mansion.


  The two servants had already been taken away by the slave trader, so he bought two more honest servants to take care of Qiao Qingjun and his son.


  On this day, the family of three went out shopping again. After spending several days together, Meng Xiangbei and An ge'er had become much closer, and Meng Xiangbei finally got the privilege of taking An ge'er out for a walk.


  An ge'er held a rattle drum that Meng Xiangbei had just bought for him, turning it curiously and listening to the "dong dong dong" sound. He was very happy and even took it to Qiao Qingjun to show him.


  Good things should be shared with Dad.


  "Hey, Xiang Yuan, isn't that Meng Xiangbei?"


  On the second floor of Laifu Restaurant, there was a private room by the window. The window was open, and you could see the flow of people on the street outside.


  Inside the private room, three young men in brocade robes were leisurely drinking when suddenly, the man in purple casually glanced out the window, saw a familiar face, and said to the man in blue opposite him.


  Upon hearing this, Meng Xiangyuan took in the entire scene.


  “It really is him,” he said.


  "Why is Meng Xiangbei carrying a child, and there's a young master beside him? I haven't heard that the young marquis of the Marquis's mansion is getting married. Could it be a concubine?"


  “I think it’s a mistress,” another young man in black said. “What’s wrong with a young marquis playing around with a ger? I just didn’t expect that he would actually have a child.” He scoffed, then glanced at Meng Xiangyuan, whose face didn’t look good, and immediately shut his mouth.


  The term "ge'er" (哥儿) refers to a lowly status, often associated with servants or playthings. However, the person who gave birth to Meng Xiangyuan was considered a "ge'er." As a result, even though Meng Xiangyuan was well-liked among the young masters of the capital, he was still considered inferior because of this. What he hated most was when others mentioned the word "ge'er" in front of him.


  Seeing Meng Xiangyuan's gloomy face, the man in black immediately changed the subject: "By the way, A-Yuan, I heard that Meng Xiangbei went missing in an accident and only returned a year ago. What exactly happened back then? Could it be that he was with that young man during that time? The child looks about a year old. But, Madam of the Marquis's Mansion, could your stepmother really allow Meng Xiangbei to give birth to the eldest grandson from a concubine?"


  Meng Xiangyuan's gaze remained fixed on Meng Xiangbei on the street, the family of three walking happily into the distance.


  He lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.


  He naturally knew why Meng Xiangbei had disappeared, but he never expected that he would be so lucky as to return.


  However, he actually had a mistress and a child with him.


  He knew that because his father had stolen the Marquis's favor, his stepmother hated the young master the most. He simply couldn't believe that she could tolerate the existence of that young master and his father.


  Meng Xiangyuan was calculating something in his heart, and a smile appeared on his lips.


  -


  During the Sui Dynasty, the land was vast and rich in resources. For hundreds of years, the people lived in peace and prosperity. The emperor was wise and virtuous, treated scholars with respect, and promulgated many policies that benefited the country and its people. Soldiers defended the country, and the people were able to live in peace.


  But this generation is somewhat different.


  Emperor Jin'an, in his early twenties, loved beautiful women. Since ascending the throne at the age of fifteen, he had expanded his harem and selected batch after batch of concubines, including not only women but also boys.


  The most favored imperial concubine in the palace today is a boy.


  In the current imperial court, the most powerful person is General Qian Zheng. The Qian family is a family of loyal and virtuous people who protect the country and its people. Every general in the family has a large army in their hands.


  Qian Zheng married a wife and took two concubines.


  The general's wife gave birth to two sons, Aunt Lan gave birth to one son, and Aunt Xiao gave birth to one daughter, Qian Jiaojiao.


  Qian Zheng did not favor his three rough sons, but he doted on his illegitimate daughter, Qian Jiaojiao, the most.


  Once, Emperor Jin'an, fearing that Qian Zheng might have ulterior motives, wanted Qian Jiaojiao to enter the palace, but Qian Zheng directly confronted him in court.


  He only has one precious daughter, so naturally he wants to find her a husband who is the one she loves.


  Recently, he heard that his daughter is getting quite close to the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhongyuan's family.


  At this moment, Qian Zheng was in Aunt Xiao's room discussing Qian Jiaojiao's marriage.


  "I have met Xiang Bei before. He is a good boy. He is handsome, gentle, and virtuous. He has no concubines around him."


  “Jiaojiao has been spoiled by us and has a rather spoiled personality. I used to worry that if she got married, she would inevitably be tormented by her mother-in-law. But if my sister were to become her mother-in-law, I would be at ease.”


  Consort Xiao and Lady Zhongyuan were sisters. However, Lady Zhongyuan was more straightforward and assertive, while Consort Xiao was gentle and kind. Even so, the two sisters had a good relationship.


  Qian Zheng sat there with a commanding presence, his tall and imposing figure exuding a sharp and iron-blooded aura.


  He seemed to be deep in thought.


  Aunt Xiao continued, "I think Xiang Bei is also interested in our Jiao Jiao, so I'm sure he'll treat her well in the future."


  Qian Zheng nodded: "Yes, I'll go see him another day. If he's really good, he'd be a good match for our Jiaojiao."


  Although Qian Zheng loved his daughter dearly, he had no intention of keeping her by his side forever. A daughter is meant to leave home once she grows up and eventually get married.


  Because of her wealthy general father, Qian Jiaojiao had many suitors even before she came of age, including princes and dukes. Qian Zheng rejected them all. Firstly, he didn't like them, and secondly, these men were promiscuous and already had many women in their households, and he didn't want his daughter to be bothered by them. As parents, they simply wanted to find her a reliable family so she could be happy for the rest of her life.


  Not long after, a girl dressed in a peach-colored dress entered. She was pretty and had a bright and outgoing face. She looked just like Aunt Xiao, but her personality was exactly like Qian Zheng's. She was lively, active, and had a clear sense of love and hate.


  "Jiaojiao is here."


  "Father, Aunt, what are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" Qian Jiaojiao asked with a smile, her arms linked with Aunt Xiao's, looking curious.


  Aunt Xiao and Qian Zheng exchanged a smile.


  Aunt Xiao said, "They're talking about your marriage. Your father said that if you really like Xiang Bei, then your marriage will be arranged."


  Even though Qian Jiaojiao has a carefree personality, she is still just a young girl who has only recently come of age. Now that she is talking about the person she likes and her marriage in front of her parents, she can't help but blush.


  She practically buried her face in Aunt Xiao's arms, and said coquettishly, "Father, Aunt, what are you talking about? Your daughter wants to stay with you for a few more years."


  “I know you’re filial, but you’ll eventually get married. How are things going with your cousin lately? If you really think he’s a good match, we can arrange the marriage.”


  "Yes, Jiaojiao, give your father a straight answer."


  Qian Jiaojiao bit her lower lip lightly, remaining silent for a moment, a hint of loneliness in her eyes.


  In the past, Qian Jiaojiao had never liked anyone, let alone thought about getting married. Especially when she thought about sharing her husband with many women and men, she had no desire to get married.


  Until she met her cousin Meng Xiangbei, his gentle and refined nature, his self-discipline, and his vision of spending his life with his wife won her heart and awakened her first love.


  She could also sense that her cousin had feelings for her.


  If she really had to get married, she hoped to marry her cousin.


  However, her cousin seems to have been quite cold towards her lately. In the past, he would always find various reasons to invite her to the Marquis's mansion or to go out for a stroll, but he has been nowhere to be seen in the last few days. Especially yesterday, she couldn't suppress her longing and sent him an invitation, but he refused.


  For a moment, Qian Jiaojiao felt somewhat agitated.


  "Jiaojiao, what are you thinking about?"


  Qian Jiaojiao snapped out of her daze, and the burning heat on her face from shyness subsided somewhat due to her earlier annoyance.


  "Everything is up to my parents to decide."


  -


  Meng Xiangbei was unaware of what was happening with Qian Jiaojiao.


  Since he was going to devote himself to Qiao Qingjun and his son, he naturally had to break off his ambiguous relationship with Qian Jiaojiao and stop inviting her or flirting with her whenever he wanted.


  He was thinking of finding a time to talk to Meng's mother about Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er, and that he wanted to break off the engagement with the General's Mansion and bring the father and son into the Marquis's Mansion to take care of them nearby.


  However, it was very difficult to persuade Meng's mother.


  Before he could come up with a proper solution, the nanny beside Meng's mother summoned him.


  "Young Marquis, the Madam requests your presence."


  -


  When talking about the Zhongyuan Marquis's mansion, people talk most about the Marquis, his wife, and his concubine, the young master.


  The position of Marquis Zhongyuan is hereditary. When the previous Marquis Zhongyuan, who was Meng Xiangbei's grandfather, was alive, the Marquis Zhongyuan Mansion was not at its peak, but it still held a significant position. However, after Meng Xiangbei's father inherited the position of Marquis Zhongyuan, it quickly declined.


  The Marquis of Zhongyuan's mansion is now nothing more than a name that is neither high nor low.


  Now, Marquis Zhongyuan's mind is entirely focused on his concubine's son, and he dotes on Meng Xiangyuan, the son born to him. He even had the absurd idea of ​​demoting his wife to a concubine and elevating the concubine to a wife.


  Lady Hou, also known as Mencius' mother, deeply loved Marquis Zhongyuan, to the point of being almost obsessive.


  Therefore, she went to great lengths to marry him, even if it meant marrying down.


  She married into the family as she wished, but still could not win the love of the Marquis of Zhongyuan.


  For this reason, she hated that concubine, and by extension, all ger.


  Ger has the blood of a demon, which is why he is so beautiful and seductive.


  That is why there wasn't a single ger among the servants in the Marquis's mansion.


  She valued her son Meng Xiangbei and longed to raise an outstanding son who would attract the attention of Marquis Zhongyuan and bring him back to her side.


  She had always been satisfied with Meng Xiangbei's performance, but she never expected that her good son would do such a thing.


  "Kneel down."


  As soon as Meng Xiangbei stepped in, his mother, who was sitting at the head of the table, slammed her hand on the table and said sternly with a stern face.


  Meng Xiangbei frowned but did not kneel down. He glanced at her and said, "I don't know what I did wrong to make Mother so angry." Although he said that, Meng Xiangbei had a vague guess in his heart.


  Mencius' mother scoffed coldly: "Don't you know why I'm angry? What, as your mother, am I not allowed to scold you? Do you even respect me as your mother?"


  "I don't know, please enlighten me, Mother."


  "You didn't know? You raised a foolish ger to be your mistress outside, and secretly had a son with him. If someone hadn't told me, were you planning to keep it a secret forever? Meng Xiangbei, have you forgotten everything I taught you since you were little?" Mother Meng raised her voice, her tone filled with barely suppressed anger.


  Meng Xiangbei stood up straight, showing no sign of guilt or panic despite his mother's scolding. However, a flash of anger crossed his eyes when he heard the word "idiot," but he quickly concealed it.


  He spoke calmly: "Actually, even if Mother doesn't say it, I will eventually have to. I did have a child with a ger. A Qing is indeed intellectually disabled, but he is kind-hearted. An ge'er is also a well-behaved and lovely child.


  Aqing is not my mistress, but my lawfully wedded wife whom I married when I was wandering in Jiangnan. I intend to bring him and his son to live in the Marquis's mansion, and I will need to trouble my mother to cancel my engagement to the General's family."


  "Outrageous!" Mother Meng stood up abruptly and shouted, "Have you lost your mind, or have you been bewitched by that vixen outside? How could you say such a thing? I painstakingly planned for you, arranging your marriage with the General's family when you were young. And now, you actually want to break off this engagement for a lowly ger and his child, defying your mother! I never expected you to be so bold. It seems I have been too lenient with you, which is why you want to do whatever you want."


  "Mother, please be careful with your words. Aqing is not a lowly person. He is the one I love and will be my only wife in this life. Please do not insult him." Meng Xiangbei remained calm in the face of his mother's anger, but he could not accept the insults she hurled at Qiao Qingjun.


  Meng Xiangbei's words were like adding fuel to the fire, enraging Meng's mother. She stared intently at the so-called son in front of her, feeling a sense of estrangement and alienation.


  She suddenly realized that her son, whom she had always controlled since childhood, had changed; he had learned to rebel against his mother.


  This feeling of being out of her control left her momentarily speechless.


  She narrowed her eyes slightly, the light in them shifting unpredictably.


  After a long while, she slowly sat down, her emotions seemingly much calmer.


  "Fine, you can have that ger if you want, but you must marry your cousin Jiaojiao. As for that ger, it's absolutely impossible for him to be brought into the Marquis's mansion. I can allow you to keep him as a mistress outside, but you must keep it a secret and not let your cousin know.


  Furthermore, regarding that ger's child, send him away and pretend he never existed. A dignified young marquis's legitimate son must be the heir of his principal wife, and certainly not a ger."


  Based on her recent observations, she believed that her son had feelings for his cousin, Qian Jiaojiao. Besides, Qian Jiaojiao was beautiful, and once she entered the family, she would naturally win her son's heart. As for the other man, she would deal with him later.


  While keeping this in mind, Meng's mother also made the biggest concessions on the surface.


  But Meng Xiangbei did not compromise.


  “Mother, your son has made his words very clear. I will not marry my cousin. My only wife in this life is Qiao Qingjun, and I will never do anything like giving away my own child.”


  Meng's mother's chest heaved violently as she pointed at Meng Xiangbei, her face turning ashen: "You, you unfilial son."


  As soon as she finished speaking, she fell straight backward and fainted from anger.


  "Lady."


  -


  "I heard that the Lady of the Marquis fainted on the spot and hasn't woken up yet."


  The Marquis's residence, Tinglan Garden, is well known to be the residence of Ning Zhi, the beloved concubine of Marquis Zhongyuan.


  The silver charcoal burned, making the room warm, and incense burned in the incense burner, filling the air with a calming fragrance.


  On the chaise lounge, a person dressed in blue lay with a blanket covering them, in a languid and leisurely posture.


  The young man on the couch was strikingly beautiful, with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, skin as smooth as cream, and black hair like a waterfall. However, his face was pale, and he coughed occasionally, like a sickly beauty.


  "Young master, please wait a little longer, the medicine will be ready soon."


  “It’s all because of Lady Hou. If she hadn’t pushed you into the water back then, you wouldn’t have been entangled in bed every winter. Her intentions are truly too wicked.” The servant boy spoke up for Ning Zhi, his expression indignant.


  Author's Note: 6000-word update, and another 6000-word update tomorrow. Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-02-28 18:16:02 and 2020-02-29 17:54:06!


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Chapter 32

  "An ge'er, are you awake?" Qiao Qingjun pulled the little guy who was snuggling in his arms out of his arms.


  Seeing those clear, bright eyes, he smiled and touched his forehead.


  "An ge'er is awake, his fever is gone, husband, An ge'er is all better, he's all better." Qiao Qingjun sat up excitedly, holding the little guy and looking him over from head to toe. After confirming that he was really alright, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled down.


  "Daddy, hug me." An ge'er was already a little annoyed by Meng Xiangbei, and now that his father was checking him over and over, he became even more annoyed.


  "Okay, Daddy will hold you." Qiao Qingjun tucked the little guy into his arms, and the two rubbed their cheeks together. An ge'er let out a soft, giggling laugh.


  Meng Xiangbei felt both envious and frustrated; he seemed unable to fit in.


  "An ge'er, this is your father. Let your father hold you." After a while, Qiao Qingjun finally noticed Meng Xiangbei, who was alone and grieving.


  An ge'er is precocious. At one year old, he can speak simple words, such as "Daddy" which Qiao Qingjun has repeatedly taught him, and he can say it very well.


  At this moment, Qiao Qingjun turned him to face Meng Xiangbei and pushed his soft little body towards Meng Xiangbei. An ge'er could probably understand what his father meant.


  But……


  An ge'er held Qiao Qingjun's neck with both hands, looking timidly at Meng Xiangbei, without moving.


  "An ge'er, that's your father. He will love you just like your daddy would." After receiving Meng Xiangbei's assurance last night and experiencing the warmth of Meng Xiangbei's embrace, he also wanted to let An ge'er enjoy his father's hug.


  Meng Xiangbei smiled, opened his arms, and said gently, "Come here, An ge'er, let Father give you a hug."


  An ge'er stared at the hand extended in front of him for a while, then slowly stretched out his little hand.


  Is this finally letting him hug him?


  Meng Xiangbei was instantly excited; his blood was boiling.


  However, the truth came back to haunt them very quickly.


  The next second.


  With a "smack," the little hand slapped the big hand hard. After slapping, An ge'er shrank back and buried his face in Qiao Qingjun's neck, his little bottom facing Meng Xiangbei.


  Well, it seems I won't be able to get close to the little guy for a while.


  But thinking about it, it seems normal.


  An ge'er was personally cared for by Qiao Qingjun, and they slept together at night. Whenever Meng Xiangbei went to Qiao Qingjun to satisfy his needs, he would have the servants take An ge'er away, and he would ignore An ge'er's crying and fussing.


  Seeing An ge'er cry, Qiao Qingjun felt sorry for him, but Meng Xiangbei's attitude was firm, so he had no choice but to spend time with Meng Xiangbei early before going to spend time with his son.


  Sometimes, when Meng Xiangbei came during the day, Qiao Qingjun would ask Meng Xiangbei to hold An ge'er.


  However, Meng Xiangbei refused with various excuses.


  He originally intended to get rid of the child, but it was born anyway. Even so, he had no feelings for the child.


  He only threw in a few more silver ingots when Qiao Qingjun said that An ge'er was weak and constantly sick.


  Moreover, not long ago, when he was unilaterally cursing Qiao Qingjun, An ge'er happened to witness it.


  It's perfectly normal for An ge'er to reject this fierce and unfamiliar "father" who would steal his daddy.


  It seems that getting closer to his son is a long and arduous journey. Meng Xiangbei thought dejectedly.


  When the old imperial physician saw that An ge'er had woken up, his complexion finally improved. He took his pulse again and prescribed a new formula.


  "The child's illness is over. He was premature and weak, so remember not to let him get cold. If he gets sick, find a doctor in time, otherwise a small illness will become a big one that is difficult to treat."


  "I will prescribe some dietary recipes that are suitable for children to nourish their bodies. You can use them to prepare food for your child."


  "..."


  The old imperial physician wrote down some prescriptions while giving instructions and mentioning many precautions.


  Qiao Qingjun held An ge'er, somewhat anxious. The old imperial physician's words contained too much information for him to remember in a short time.


  Meng Xiangbei squeezed Qiao Qingjun's hand, who was visibly anxious, and reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll remember. I'll tell you in detail when we get back."


  Qiao Qingjun's eyes lit up, and he nodded.


  -


  The family of three thanked the old imperial physician, and Meng Xiangbei brought Qiao Qingjun and his son to the clinic to get medicine.


  Thinking they hadn't eaten yet, Meng Xiangbei, carrying the medicine, led the family of three to the restaurant.


  "Are you hungry? I heard this place has really good wontons, let's go in and eat." Meng Xiangbei pulled Qiao Qingjun, who was holding An ge'er, and walked inside.


  Qiao Qingjun stood there, looking at the obviously high-end restaurant in front of him, and began to have the idea of ​​leaving.


  "Husband, let's go home to eat." Qiao Qingjun tugged at Meng Xiangbei's sleeve.


  "Why?"


  Qiao Qingjun bit his lower lip and uttered a sentence: "Expensive, it costs a lot of money."


  Meng Xiangbei was taken aback, understanding the situation while also feeling a pang of heartache.


  Once upon a time, the Qiao family was a wealthy family in Jiangnan. As the only child of Qiao's father and mother, even though he was a ger, he enjoyed an extremely good life from a young age, and his food, clothing and daily necessities were always the best.


  He have been to restaurants that were much more luxurious and expensive than the one now.


  But now, even though it's just an ordinary restaurant, Qiao Qingjun doesn't dare to go in because he has no money.


  Yes, he gave all his assets to Meng Xiangbei. The money he kept was what Meng Xiangbei had given him as charity, and he had to save it for An ge'er's medical treatment.


  Meng Xiangbei's eyes felt hot, and his chest felt tight.


  "It won't cost much money. Besides, we're not short of money. Your money is all kept safe with me. We can afford to eat at this restaurant for the rest of our lives."


  After Meng Xiangbei persuaded him for a while, Qiao Qingjun finally agreed to go in.


  After finding a seat, Meng Xiangbei ordered two servings of wontons.


  With his big eyes, An ge'er looked curiously at the people coming and going in the restaurant. Since birth, he had been confined at home with Qiao Qingjun and had never been to such a lively place before.


  He still didn't want to be held by Meng Xiangbei, just staying with Qiao Qingjun.


  "What is A-Qing thinking about?" Meng Xiangbei asked, seeing that Qiao Qingjun seemed hesitant to speak.


  Qiao Qingjun bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then finally clenched his small fist, mustered his courage, and whispered, "Husband, may I go to the bookstore to buy books later?"


  "A book?" Meng Xiangbei raised an eyebrow in confusion.


  "Yes," Qiao Qingjun explained, "I want to buy medical books."


  Meng Xiangbei was somewhat surprised.


  "I want to read medical books, become a doctor, and treat An ge'er." Qiao Qingjun's thoughts were not that far-reaching, and he did not have the grand ideal of saving lives. He just wanted to become a doctor so that he could treat An ge'er, who was weak and sick.


  Qiao Qingjun was probably frightened by the fact that he had been desperate to find a doctor last night.


  Meng Xiangbei thought for a few seconds and then agreed.


  In fact, Meng Xiangbei did not believe that Qiao Qingjun could become a doctor. Putting aside his intellectual disability, he sometimes had difficulty understanding large amounts of information when talking to people. Not to mention, becoming a doctor is not something that can be achieved simply by reading a few medical books.


  If Qiao Qingjun wants to see it, then let him see it.


  Although Qiao Qingjun is intellectually disabled, he can still recognize words, but he has some difficulty understanding them.


  "That's wonderful, thank you, my husband." Qiao Qingjun was very happy to receive support, and his eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents with laughter.


  An ge'er blinked as he watched the two talking and interacting. Although he didn't understand what they were saying, he was happy to see his daddy smile.


  He stayed quietly in Qiao Qingjun's arms, looking so adorable that Meng Xiangbei couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Unfortunately, he wouldn't let anyone else hold him except Qiao Qingjun.


  Before long, the steaming hot wontons were served.


  Qiao Qingjun lowered his head to smell it, then smiled at Meng Xiangbei: "It smells so good."


  "Then let's eat quickly."


  "Um."


  Meng Xiangbei tried to feed An ge'er, but the little guy just wanted to stay by Qiao Qingjun's side. He could only watch as Qiao Qingjun ate his wontons while keeping an eye on the little guy beside him.


  This restaurant is famous in Beijing for its wontons. It is said that the chef who makes the wontons was a descendant of a royal chef in the palace. People come here to eat wontons in an endless stream.


  Qiao Qingjun's eyes crinkled with delight as he ate.


  Qiao Qingjun is an easily satisfied person. Back in Jiangnan, he didn't feel the need to eat delicacies just because he became richer, nor did he indulge in extravagance. Simple side dishes and ordinary, delicious snacks were enough to make him content.


  This bowl of wontons was clearly to his liking, and he ate it with great relish.


  An ge'er clearly liked the wontons too. He already had teeth, and as the small wontons were stuffed into his mouth, he chewed them with his little teeth, his cheeks puffed out, and his bright black and white eyes shone, like a little hamster foraging for food.


  Now, he had just finished another wonton and was staring longingly at Qiao Qingjun next to him as he fed him, his eyes saying, "I want to eat, I want to eat, hurry up and feed me!"


  Qiao Qingjun didn't notice it immediately, but it happened that Meng Xiangbei sat next to him.


  After thinking for a moment, he picked up a small wonton from his own bowl, blew on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then handed it to the little guy.


  “Here, Father has some, eat.”


  An ge'er waited for a long time but didn't get fed by his daddy, and was a little disappointed. Then he saw the white and round wontons in front of him.


  He followed the gaze and his eyes met Meng Xiangbei's.


  “Come on, eat,” Meng Xiangbei said again.


  "An ge'er, this is what your father is feeding you, eat it quickly." Qiao Qingjun had never seen Meng Xiangbei feed An ge'er on his own initiative before, and he was both surprised and delighted to see it now.


  An ge'er clutched his father's clothes with one small hand, looking timidly at Meng Xiangbei, but did not make any move.


  Meng Xiangbei tried to coax him twice more, but the little guy just wouldn't cooperate.


  Meng Xiangbei was completely disheartened. Oh well, he decided not to feed him anymore. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth ruining the little guy's appetite for a meal.


  Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he saw the little guy, who had been motionless, slowly open his pink mouth, lower his head, and swallow the small wonton.


  Before Meng Xiangbei could react, the little guy was finally willing to eat the wontons he had picked up.


  Meng Xiangbei was so happy that he almost wanted to pick up the little guy and give him a good squeeze, but he managed to restrain himself.


  "My little An ge'er is so great." Meng Xiangbei encouraged him generously and tried to continue feeding him, but the little guy turned his back on him and only ate the wontons that Qiao Qingjun fed him.


  Meng Xiangbei stuffed the wonton that he was going to feed into his own mouth. Oh well, one is fine too. It's just a small improvement, isn't it?


  Two bowls of wontons were enough to satisfy the family of three.


  However, when Meng Xiangbei accompanied the two out of the restaurant, he saw the figure of a girl in pink from afar.


  Meng Xiangbei frowned slightly, and subtly led Qiao Qingjun and his son in another direction to avoid running into the girl.


  That girl was the original owner's cousin, with whom he was betrothed to since childhood, and also the illegitimate daughter of a general.


  Meng Xiangbei's mother had a twin sister who married General Qian as a concubine and had a daughter named Qian Jiaojiao over the years.


  General Qian was fond of this concubine, and consequently, of all his children, he loved Qian Jiaojiao the most.


  Qian Jiaojiao has a good personality; she's someone who dares to love and hate.


  After regaining his memory and returning to the young master's residence, Meng Xiangbei began to frequently interact with Qian Jiaojiao. He was handsome, elegant, and talented, and his gaze towards Qian Jiaojiao was full of love, which made the young and innocent Qian Jiaojiao fall in love with him very quickly.


  In front of Qian Jiaojiao, Meng Xiangbei concealed his true nature very well, which made Qian Jiaojiao even more devoted to him. Later, after Qiao Qingjun froze to death, Qian Jiaojiao willingly took several concubines for him and even had several children.


  However, after learning about Meng Xiangbei's affair with Qiao Qingjun, Qian Jiaojiao suddenly realized her mistake and resolutely divorced Meng Xiangbei.


  Meng Xiangbei had already taken over the position of Marquis, but he did not accomplish anything, focusing all his attention on women. Under the intentional or unintentional suppression of the General's Mansion, the Marquis's Mansion eventually fell into rapid decline.


  Now, things have progressed to the point where Meng Xiangbei is frequently asking Qian Jiaojiao out, and the latter's feelings for him are growing stronger.


  Now that he, the Nightmare Beast, has come as Meng Xiangbei, he naturally won't marry Qian Jiaojiao, so he needs to break off their engagement as soon as possible. However, if he wants to be with Qiao Qingjun openly and legitimately, there will be difficulties. The first person to disagree is Meng Xiangbei's mother, now the Marquis's wife.


  After leaving the restaurant, Meng Xiangbei took Qiao Qingjun and his son to a clothing store and bought them some thicker clothes. In the dead of winter, their clothes were still too thin, especially Qiao Qingjun, who gave all the things to An ge'er and didn't care much about himself.


  Besides clothes, he also bought a cloak.


  A white cloak completely enveloped Qiao Qingjun, and An ge'er was also held by Qiao Qingjun and wrapped in the cloak, with only a small head peeking out.


  White, pure, and clean, suits Qiao Qingjun perfectly. He is a clean and pure person, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.


  The cloak kept the cold wind out and brought warmth, which warmed Qiao Qingjun's heart as well.


  He looked at Meng Xiangbei and smiled, thinking to himself: My husband is so good.


  Meng Xiangbei thought back to what his little home with Qiao Qingjun was missing, and upon reflection, he realized that many things were missing.


  So, they bought some of this and some of that, and finally had them delivered directly to their home.


  Considering that An ge'er's health was not yet fully recovered, the two did not plan to continue shopping and the family of three returned to their home.


  Looking at the dilapidated little house in front of him, Meng Xiangbei rubbed his forehead. It seemed that the housing problem was the most urgent issue to be resolved.


  Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er are his wife and child; he can't keep them outside like a mistress who can't be seen in the light of day.


  Furthermore, the family of three would have to live together.


  "Husband, we forgot to buy medical books." Qiao Qingjun only remembered when they reached the door.


  "Why don't you and An ge'er go in first and start brewing the medicine for An ge'er? I'll go buy you a medical book and come right back," Meng Xiangbei suggested.


  "Okay, sure."


  Qiao Qingjun gazed longingly in the direction Meng Xiangbei had left until he could no longer see his back before entering the small house.


  "What are you doing?"


  In the very center of the small house, on the ground, were the things they had just bought and delivered. At this moment, the things that were originally packed were being unpacked by two servants, who seemed to be discussing and dividing the things.


  There were two servants. One was a middle-aged woman who was originally bought by Meng Xiangbei to take care of Qiao Qingjun, who was pregnant. Her main duties were to cook and clean for Qiao Qingjun.


  The other one was a young man who ran errands for Qiao Qingjun.


  At first, the two treated Qiao Qingjun with utmost respect. After all, although Qiao Qingjun was a young master, he was still the mistress of the young marquis and was pregnant. However, as Meng Xiangbei became increasingly indifferent to Qiao Qingjun, and even disgusted with him, their thoughts began to stir.


  They've been lazy and haven't done anything. Now, whenever they see something good from Qiao Qingjun, they want to share it without hesitation. They don't care whether Qiao Qingjun will give it to Meng Xiangbei or someone else.


  Firstly, in their eyes, Qiao Qingjun was a fool. How could a fool complain if he was bullied? Secondly, even if he did complain, the young marquis wouldn't care.


  As Qiao Qingjun became increasingly submissive, the two of them also became increasingly demanding.


  Sure enough, even before Qiao Qingjun returned, they were already dividing up the things.


  The rice, flour, and other grains were all sorted out and placed behind each other. The two were pulling at a piece of clothing when Qiao Qingjun returned.


  "Oh, the idiot's back. What are we doing? Can't you see? An idiot is an idiot." The young servant rolled his eyes and continued to tug at the garment with the middle-aged woman, shouting, "This is my clothes. What do you, a woman, want with this? Give it to me."


  “I can’t wear it, but I can sell it. The quality of this dress is not bad, it’s worth some money.” The middle-aged woman pretended not to see Qiao Qingjun and continued to pull at the dress.


  "The clothes, mine."


  Seeing the two of them grabbing at the clothes without any regard for their own safety, Qiao Qingjun put An ge'er down and ran over, saying, "You can't take the clothes that my husband bought for me, you can't take them."


  Qiao Qingjun was anxious to retrieve his clothes, but the two people's faces darkened upon seeing them. The impatient servant pushed Qiao Qingjun, who was caught off guard, to the ground.


  At the same time, the clothes were torn in two by the two of them.


  Qiao Qingjun, who had fallen to the ground, watched helplessly as his clothes were torn, his eyes reddening.


  The two threw their torn clothes on the ground, cursed, and then began to divide up the other items.


  Qiao Qingjun picked up the clothes, hugged them to his chest, and his eyes welled up with tears.


  Looking up, Qiao Qingjun saw them dividing up An ge'er's clothes again and stopped them once more: "No, these are An ge'er's clothes, you can't have them."


  The middle-aged woman glared at Qiao Qingjun, her face hard and fierce. She smiled insincerely and said, "Fool, you'd better stay put and not bother us, or I'll deal with your son later."


  She knew that Qiao Qingjun's weakness was An ge'er, and she didn't hesitate to use it to threaten him.


  Without thinking twice, Qiao Qingjun was so frightened that he quickly hugged An ge'er.


  "Ha, you fool." The middle-aged woman was very pleased and continued to divide the food.


  "Why did this idiot suddenly buy so much stuff?"


  "They probably used the money they had hidden away to buy it."


  "He actually has so much money to buy these things. I wonder where he keeps his money. I secretly went to look for it last time, but I couldn't find it."


  "You actually went to steal his money."


  "What, you can't steal it? Ha, you make it sound like you're so good to him, but you still often sneak away to sell the grain here."


  "Anyway, he's just an idiot. By the way, last night that idiot kept knocking on the door, saying his child was sick and asking us to go get a doctor for him. Ha, does he really think we're idiots like him? It was so cold, and it was raining heavily. Going out in the middle of the night? I'm not crazy."


  "Exactly, the child seems perfectly fine to me, why all the fuss? Besides, he was just a premature baby boy who wasn't valued by the young marquis. If he dies, he dies. There are so many women who want to bear children for the young marquis, why would they care about him? Ah..."


  Before the middle-aged woman could finish her rambling, a whip suddenly lashed out, whistling through the air, and struck her face directly. Her screams echoed throughout the entire house.


  "Which reckless brat..."


  She roared and glared at the man, but when she saw his face, her body suddenly stiffened. Not only her, but also the young man next to her dropped what he was holding.


  "Young, young marquis."


  Meng Xiangbei's face was gloomy, his eyes were as black as ink, as if a storm was brewing. He stared at the two of them expressionlessly, holding a long whip in one hand.


  Meng Xiangbei himself knew some martial arts; otherwise, Qiao's father wouldn't have made him Qiao Qingjun's bodyguard back in Jiangnan.


  However, his weapon was not a sword or dagger, but a long whip.


  Meng Xiangbei bought medical books for Qiao Qingjun as quickly as possible and rushed back.


  Unexpectedly, he saw this scene as soon as he walked in, and his anger immediately flared up.


  He remembered that these two servants were no good; they usually bullied Qiao Qingjun and his son. Last night, when An ge'er was sick and desperate, they were sleeping soundly without a care in the world.


  Meng Xiangbei raised his eyes and swung the whip again, this time landing solidly on the servant boy.


  After letting out a scream, the two people knelt on the ground in terror, their faces filled with fear, and kept kowtowing.


  "Young Master, spare us! Spare us!" The two kowtowed so hard that their heads hit the ground with a crisp sound.


  "Husband, they stole my clothes, and they're ruined." Qiao Qingjun sadly showed the clothes to Meng Xiangbei.


  "It's alright, I'll buy it for you when I have the chance." After comforting Qiao Qingjun, who was holding An ge'er, Meng Xiangbei took the whip and walked step by step toward the two kneeling on the ground.


  The sound of boots hitting the ground was neither loud nor soft, yet it felt like it was striking their very hearts. They trembled with fear, their bodies shaking with apprehension.


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Chapter 31 (World Two)

   "You were a hooligan when you were young, and you're a hooligan now that you're old. But I still like you."


  Meng Xiangbei felt relieved.


  The two chatted for a while longer. After a few seconds of silence, Lin Zhibai said calmly, "Brother Meng, my time is almost up."


  Meng Xiangbei was stunned.


  Lin Zhibai grasped his hand.


  “Brother Meng, do you know what? Last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that you didn’t want me anymore, that you married the village chief’s daughter, that I didn’t take the college entrance exam, that I couldn’t get into Capital University, that I couldn’t become a teacher, and that I committed suicide in the river.


  This dream felt so real, so real that I almost thought I had actually experienced it. Thankfully, thankfully you were there when I woke up. I achieved my dream, and you've been with me ever since.


  I love this marriage certificate. It's proof that we're together, it's proof of your love for me. Brother Meng, I'm so happy to have met you in this life, and so happy that you've been with me all my life. I'm content."


  Lin Zhibai's voice grew weaker and weaker until finally fell silent.


  The old man closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He held one hand with Meng Xiangbei's fingers intertwined, and with the other hand he tightly clutched the two marriage certificates to his heart.


  Meng Xiangbei leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead.


  The entire world was filled with magnificent colors at this moment. The world slowly condensed and finally became a beautiful bubble-like thing.


  This is a dream, and also Lin Zhibai's beautiful and fulfilling life.


  [The first world is complete]


  After Meng Xiangbei devoured Lin Zhibai's dream, he returned to the underworld and waited at the Meng Po soup place.


  A short while later, another person appeared—to be precise, a teenager holding a child who was about a year old.


  The boy seemed disoriented, muttering incoherently, "An ge'er is sick, save him, don't die, don't die..."


  Meng Xiangbei accepted Qiao Qingjun's (the boy's) commission and began weaving a dream. The boy said he wanted to give his son a happy home.


  -


  In the capital city, in the dead of winter, the night was pitch black, and torrential rain drowned out all sounds. Occasionally, lanterns hung under the eaves of houses, but the light was dim.


  As night approached, in such terrible, cold weather, everyone was staying at home, huddled in their blankets for warmth and a good night's sleep.


  The biting wind felt like a dull knife cutting into your face; the utter cold froze your hands and feet, and your blood almost solidified.


  The rain continued for a full day and night without stopping, leaving deep puddles on the roads.


  Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared ahead.


  A boy wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat was running forward, carrying a lantern in one hand and seemingly protecting something in front of his chest with the other. His feet waded through the water.


  The water was up to his slender ankles, and the rain splashed up as he ran, soaking his robe, but he paid no attention, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort and cold.


  He carefully protected what was on his chest, with almost two-thirds of his raincoat draped over his chest, leaving most of his back soaked by the rain.


  In the cold rain of the night, he shivered and tightened his grip on the child he had tied to his chest.


  Indeed, the boy was carefully protecting a child, about one year old, but the child's condition did not seem to be very good; his eyes were closed and his face was flushed.


  The boy could feel the scalding heat emanating from the child in front of him.


  The child was probably uncomfortable, as he kept squirming.


  "Good boy, Daddy's going to find a doctor. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore," the boy said clumsily.


  He was so anxious that he cried, and tears fell from his eyes.


  Carrying the lantern, he quickened his pace, but unexpectedly tripped over a pebble on the road and fell forward.


  He quickly shielded the child with his hands.


  The child was protected and didn't get wet, but he was soaked to the bone after falling into the water, looking like a drowned rat. Even as he stood up, rain was still dripping from his clothes.


  It got much darker around us.


  The lantern rolled into the water beside it and had long since gone out.


  The boy paused for a moment, then walked over and picked up the lantern. He shook it, and rainwater fell from the lantern, but it would never light up again.


  "It's not working, it's not working, what should I do?"


  The boy murmured in fear.


  "My husband, my husband, where are you? An ge'er is sick, sick."


  Tears streamed down his face. In the cold night, only the wind howled and the sound of heavy rain fell on the ground echoed his presence. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the road except for him.


  The lantern fell to the ground, and the boy reached out to wipe away his tears: "Aqing, don't cry, don't cry. We need to find a doctor, find a doctor."


  The choked-up boy once again protected the child in his arms and walked forward.


  Without the illumination of lanterns, relying on the occasional faint light from lanterns under the eaves of other houses, it was difficult to see clearly.


  Fearing he would fall again, the boy dared not run anymore.


  Is this the place?


  "Still here?"


  "No, no, there are small flowers engraved on them."


  They finally arrived at their destination, but in front of a row of almost identical houses, Qiao Qingjun couldn't tell which one was the doctor's house.


  His husband, Meng Xiangbei, once brought him here to see a doctor. Later, his husband became very busy and stopped accompanying him, so he came by himself, but he always made mistakes.


  After that, he found a small knife and secretly carved a small flower in a corner of the doctor's house.


  The light was too dim, and Qiao Qingjun couldn't see anything at all, so he could only feel his way around with his hands.


  The baby in his arms squirmed uncomfortably. Qiao Qingjun wanted to pat the baby's back to comfort him, but then hesitated because his hands were wet.


  "Don't cry, don't cry, my dear An ge'er, Daddy's here."


  He comforted him while continuing to explore.


  He couldn't find it no matter what he did, and his already reddened eyes reddened even more. He was extremely panicked: "Why can't I find it? What should I do? Little flower, where is the little flower?"


  Fortunately, after his prayers, he finally managed to touch the rough little flower he had carved.


  "Doctor, doctor, open the door! An ge'er is sick, he's sick!"


  Please open the door, please.


  Qiao Qingjun shouted loudly at the door, but whether it was because the rain was too heavy and drowned out his voice, or because he was sleeping too soundly, no one heard him. He shouted for a long time but no one came to open the door.


  Qiao Qingjun pounded on the door with all his might, his palms turning red, but he continued pounding tirelessly.


  There was no sound from inside the door.


  "What to do, what to do?"


  Qiao Qingjun looked down at the child. The child's face was even redder than before. The child was no longer wriggling. The little bundle looked listless and lifeless, as if it might stop breathing at any moment.


  "Waaah, what should Aqing do? An ge'er is burning up, he's in so much pain."


  "My husband, I'm looking for my husband."


  Qiao Qingjun straightened his raincoat and straw hat, which were already mostly wet, and ran in one direction following his memory.


  After a quarter of an hour, they finally arrived at the back gate of a large mansion, with four characters hanging on the gate: Marquis Zhongyuan's Residence.


  He kept banging on the door, crying out, "Husband, husband, An ge'er is sick, there's no doctor, An ge'er is in so much pain."


  "My lord, my lord."


  On a cold, rainy day, the gatekeeper, having locked the bolt and wrapped himself in a blanket, was dozing off when he was startled awake by the howling and wailing outside.


  The man's wailing continued unabated. Enraged, the servant put on his shoes, jumped out of bed, and violently pushed the man away, shouting, "Who is it? What are you doing, wailing like this in the middle of the night?"


  Seeing the door open, Qiao Qingjun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "An ge'er is sick, there is no doctor, please find my husband, husband."


  Qiao Qingjun has a mental disability, and his speech is often illogical. Now that he is nervous, his words are incoherent.


  The servant glanced at him irritably.


  He wore a wet raincoat and a bamboo hat. His face was quite handsome, but it was hard to tell whether the liquid on his face was tears or rain. He seemed to be holding something tightly in his arms, which was hidden from view.


  The servant looked at him with disdain. He didn't recognize the man, and he seemed to be a fool.


  "Get out, get out! What kind of doctor or husband is here? Don't cause trouble here. This is the Marquis of Zhongyuan's residence. If you mess with me, I'll make you regret it."


  The servant closed the door behind him.


  Qiao Qingjun rushed forward to block it, but his hand was pinched and he cried out in pain.


  "What, you still want to come in? No way! What kind of idiot are you? Get out of here, or I'll beat you to death." The servant shoved Qiao Qingjun out and picked up a stick, pretending to hit him.


  The door slammed shut.


  Qiao Qingjun sat on the steps, holding the child in his arms, sobbing.


  What should he do?


  -


  In a magnificent courtyard of the Marquis of Zhongyuan's residence, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.


  He paused for a few seconds, then seemed to realize something. He quickly got up, put on his outer robe, opened the door, put on an oilcloth, and strode into the pouring rain.


  He arrived at the back gate of the Marquis's residence as quickly as possible.


  "Young Marquis."


  The servant, who had just closed the door and gone to the outhouse, was startled when he saw Meng Xiangbei.


  It's so late at night, shouldn't the young lord be resting? Why is he here?


  "Roll."


  Just as the servant was about to step forward to greet him, he was immediately kicked to the ground by Meng Xiangbei while blocking the doorway.


  Meng Xiangbei suddenly opened the door and saw a dark figure sitting on the steps.


  Hearing the door open, the person looked back and immediately saw Meng Xiangbei.


  "My husband, my husband..."


  Qiao Qingjun thought he would never see Meng Xiangbei again, but unexpectedly he reappeared.


  He stood up and walked towards Meng Xiangbei, crying like a child, tugging at Meng Xiangbei's sleeve, revealing the child in his arms.


  “An ge'er, An ge'er is sick, and we can’t find a doctor.”


  His once fair and delicate face was now completely flushed, his eyes were closed and he didn't move.


  Meng Xiangbei reached out and touched his forehead.


  Even though he was mentally prepared, the scalding temperature still startled him.


  High fever! No wonder they all died from the fever in the end.


  "Don't be afraid, your husband is here. I'll take you and An ge'er to find a doctor right now."


  The child's condition couldn't be delayed. To save time, Meng Xiangbei led the horse, carried Qiao Qingjun and the baby An ge'er in his arms onto the horse, and draped the oil from his own body over Qiao Qingjun.


  "Aqing, hold me tight, we're going to find a doctor right now."


  The sound of horses' hooves pounded through the water, splashing up layer upon layer of water droplets.


  About fifteen minutes later, they stopped in front of a house.


  This is the residence of a retired imperial physician.


  He didn't go to the doctor that Qiao Qingjun had originally found; it was a third-rate doctor who couldn't cure An ge'er's illness.


  After carrying Qiao Qingjun and An ge'er down, Meng Xiangbei immediately went up and knocked on the door.


  Upon learning that the visitors were the young master of the Zhongyuan Marquis's mansion, the steward welcomed the family of three inside.


  The old imperial physician, who was about sixty years old, hurriedly got out of bed.


  Meng Xiangbei sought him out for two reasons: firstly, he was an imperial physician, whose medical skills were certainly better than those of ordinary doctors; secondly, this old imperial physician had once been acquainted with the deceased Marquis, who was Meng Xiangbei's deceased grandfather.


  "How did the child get such a high fever?"


  The old imperial physician exclaimed upon seeing the child in Qiao Qingjun's arms, "This child is almost burned out! How could you, as the father, not take good care of him? Quickly, bring him in, bring him in!"


  The old imperial physician couldn't stand seeing children get sick.


  There are many dirty and sordid things in the palace. Many of the concubines' schemes are also used against the princes and princesses. Over the years, the old imperial physician has seen many children die young, either openly or secretly.


  The old imperial physician was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see living beings die like that. Many times, he secretly saved children's lives, which made him resented by some people.


  If it weren't for the fact that he once saved the late emperor's life with his medical skills and received a pardon, he might have died long ago.


  The old imperial physician took An ge'er's pulse, wrote a prescription with a solemn expression, and instructed the servant to brew the medicine.


  They then had several pots of silver charcoal brought over to ward off some of the chill.


  "Doctor, how is An ge'er?"


  Qiao Qingjun's heart was in his throat as he watched the old imperial physician hold An ge'er in his arms, undress him, and gently wipe him down with a small cloth soaked in medicine suitable for children to reduce fever.


  "Doctor, I'm here."


  The old imperial physician glared at Qiao Qingjun and said irritably, "You'd better go change your clothes. The child is already sick. If you get sick too, who will take care of the child?"


  Just as he finished speaking, Qiao Qingjun sneezed.


  "Aqing, come on, let's go change our clothes."


  Finally, reluctantly, Qiao Qingjun, whose gaze remained fixed on An ge'er, was taken away by Meng Xiangbei to change clothes.


  The old imperial physician looked at the two water stains on the ground, then touched the child's dry clothes and sighed.


  He would rather get wet himself than let his child get wet, and he came to visit in the middle of the night. He must have loved his child very much, but the child is so sick, it was clear that he was delayed.


  The two hadn't brought any clothes, so they changed into the old imperial physician's grandson's clothes. Qiao Qingjun muttered "An ge'er, An ge'er" as he hurriedly put on the clothes, wanting to get back as soon as possible.


  But he was clumsy to begin with, and now that he was in a hurry, he dressed in a mess.


  "Husband, I can't put this on properly." Qiao Qingjun clutched his clothes, at a loss.


  Meng Xiangbei quickly changed his clothes and helped Qiao Qingjun get dressed.


  Once dressed, Qiao Qingjun pulled him back.


  Back in the house, the two drank the ginger soup that the old imperial physician had prepared.


  "I, I've changed my clothes, I'll do it." Qiao Qingjun reached out eagerly, wanting to take An ge'er over and personally apply the medicated wine to him. "Aqing will be very gentle."


  The old imperial physician gave Qiao Qingjun a deep look, and now he could see that something was wrong with the young man. He glanced at Meng Xiangbei beside him and confirmed his answer.


  Meng Xiangbei also wanted to take care of the child.


  "Come on, come on, you've just been caught in the rain and you're still damp. Don't let the cold get to the child. Just sit there quietly."


  The old imperial physician's attitude improved somewhat, but his tone was still not very good.


  Qiao Qingjun didn't pay attention; his attention was always on An Ge'er. He listened to the old imperial physician and sat on a chair to the side with his back straight and his hands on his knees, like a well-behaved primary school student.


  He remembered that his husband had said that he should listen to the doctor's advice in order to get better.


  Now, if he listens to the doctor, An ge'er will get better.


  Before long, An ge'er's medicine was ready. It took a lot of effort for the three of them to feed him the medicine.


  "Doctor, An ge'er, he..."


  Meng Xiangbei was called to a corner by the old imperial physician, who clearly had something to say to him alone. Fortunately, Qiao Qingjun's gaze was fixed on An ge'er, and he didn't pay attention to them.

  "Young man, is that child yours?"


  Meng Xiangbei glanced at him and nodded without hesitation.


  The old imperial physician glanced at Qiao Qingjun, whose mind was focused on the child.


  The child is probably the child of Meng Xiangbei and this guy.


  The old imperial physician paid little attention to the affairs of the younger generation, and only said with a serious expression: "Since he is your child, you must take good care of him. It is also a little life."


  “I know, I will take good care of them from now on. Physician Liu, what about An ge’er…” Meng Xiangbei said, glancing at Qiao Qingjun as if afraid he would come over.


  The old imperial physician lowered his voice, his face grave: "This child was born prematurely and is very weak. The fever has lasted too long and the temperature is too high. Now that we've applied the medicinal wine and given the medicine, I'm not confident that the fever will go down.


  Even if the fever subsides, I don't know if it will damage the brain. I'll leave it to fate. If the fever still hasn't gone down by tomorrow, I'm afraid…"


  Meng Xiangbei clenched his fists, his body swaying slightly, and said, "Okay, I understand. Please trouble Physician Liu."


  Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun stayed to accompany An ge'er. The old imperial physician, worried about the child, also did not leave, checking on the child's condition at any time.


  Outside, the heavy rain was still falling. The door was closed, keeping out the biting cold wind. Inside, the silver charcoal was burning, and his originally icy hands and feet gradually warmed up.


  The atmosphere quieted down for a moment, and only then did Meng Xiangbei have time to detach himself from the dream plot involving Qiao Qingjun.


  This is an ancient world. In this world, there are three kinds of people: men, women, and ge'er. Women and ge'er can both give birth, but ge'er have a low status and are regarded as lowly slaves in people's eyes.


  Legend has it that there were no "ge'er" on the continent before, until the emperor of a certain country married a demon, and "ge'er" was born to that demon.


  After that, people regarded the boy as a lowly and filthy demon.


  Ge'er are disliked by many, and some women even sell them to brothels after giving birth to them. However, all ge'er are beautiful.


  "Ge'er" became commodities that could be bought and sold at will, and many wealthy men would secretly keep ge'er for their own amusement.


  As for his identity, Meng Xiangbei was the only legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhongyuan's family, and his mother was the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyuan's family. He also had a half-brother, Meng Xiangyuan, who was three months younger than him.


  The one who gave birth to Meng Xiangyuan was a ge'er, who was extremely beautiful. He captivated the heart of the philandering Marquis, who then brought him into the Marquis's mansion and made him a concubine.


  Everyone in the capital knows that this Marquis Zhongyuan loves his concubine more than his wife, and even despises his wife. If it weren't for having a legitimate son, he probably would have given up his wife's position long ago.


  Lady Zhongyuan, who is also Meng Xiangbei's mother, deeply loved Marquis Zhongyuan; otherwise, she wouldn't have used her family background to force Marquis Zhongyuan to marry her.


  Even after entering the Zhongyuan Marquis's mansion, she still couldn't hold onto this man's heart.


  Not long after she entered the household, Marquis Zhongyuan brought in that young ge'er as a noble concubine. She had wanted to get rid of that lowly thing countless times, but she was powerless to do so, and he even gave birth to a son born out of wedlock.


  In order to win her husband's attention, Lady Zhongyuan carefully taught her son Meng Xiangbei, hoping that he would be successful and make her proud.


  Meng Xiangbei knew his mother's hardships and worked hard, gradually becoming outstanding.


  Unexpectedly, an accident caused Meng Xiangbei to drift to Jiangnan and lose his memory. He was saved by Qiao Qingjun, who happened to be passing by, when he was on the verge of death.


  After Meng Xiangbei lost his memory, he was keep in the Qiao family by the kind-hearted Qiao Qingjun. Qiao's father made him his son's bodyguard to protect Qiao Qingjun's safety.


  Qiao's father and mother only had one child, Qiao Qingjun. Although he was a ge'er, they both loved him very much. Even though Qiao Qingjun grew up to be mentally challenged and was called a "fool" by outsiders.


  Meng Xiangbei moved into the Qiao family home with gratitude. During his time with Qiao Qingjun, he became attracted to the Qiao family's wealth and the beautiful Qiao Qingjun. So he took the initiative to ask Qiao's father and mother for Qiao Qingjun's hand in marriage.


  Qiao Qingjun, who was originally simple-minded, fell in love with Meng Xiangbei under his deliberate gentleness and affection. When his parents asked him if he was willing to marry Meng Xiangbei, he agreed.


  Soon, the two got married, and not long after, Qiao Qingjun became pregnant.


  Unexpectedly, Qiao's father and mother were caught in a mudslide on their way back from offering incense at a temple in the mountains and died unexpectedly.


  Qiao Qingjun was heartbroken, but he persevered because of the child and Meng Xiangbei's companionship.


  Ambitious Meng Xiangbei was unwilling to stay in a small place. He sold his family property and, with all his money and the pregnant Qiao Qingjun, traveled all the way to the capital city under the emperor's nose to seek a better future.


  Not long after arriving in the capital, Meng Xiangbei regained his memory and remembered his noble identity as the young master of the Zhongyuan Marquis's mansion, and his cousin with whom he was betrothed since childhood.


  Such a status is far beyond what a dim-witted young man like Qiao Qingjun could ever attain.


  If it were rumored that a dignified young marquis would marry such ge'er, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his position as the little marquis.


  Meng Xiangbei couldn't bear to part with Qiao Qingjun's beauty, so he thought of keeping him outside as a mistress. After all, Qiao Qingjun was just a fool and wouldn't think that much, but the child couldn't be born.


  The eldest son of the young marquis can only come from the wife's household.


  At that time, Qiao Qingjun was seven months pregnant. Meng Xiangbei ignored him and tricked him into drinking abortion pills. That night, Qiao Qingjun suffered from severe abdominal pain.


  Fortunately, Qiao Qingjun and his child survived. Although they survived, Qiao Qingjun's health deteriorated afterward. The baby was born prematurely at seven months and was very thin, like a kitten that might die at any moment.


  Because of premature birth, An ge'er was constantly plagued by minor illnesses from the moment he was born.


  The child that was supposed to be aborted was actually born, and Meng Xiangbei couldn't bring himself to kill his own newborn child. He didn't pay much attention to it either, considering the poor, lowly ge'er unfit to be the eldest son of the young marquis. He didn't even want to name the child.


  The name Meng Qi'an was given to his grandson by his maternal grandfather, Qiao's father.


  Meng Xiangbei settled the father and son in a secluded courtyard and left two servants to attend to them.


  The servant immediately noticed Meng Xiangbei's indifference towards Qiao Qingjun and his son, not only failing to take good care of them but also bullying them when he was in a bad mood.


  Meng Xiangbei took away all of the Qiao family's property, leaving Qiao Qingjun with only some personal savings.


  Meng Xiangbei only comes to the courtyard when he needs something.


  When the child was sick, Meng Xiangbei was not there; when Qiao Qingjun was bullied, Meng Xiangbei was not there; when the father and son were hungry and cold and all alone, Meng Xiangbei was not there either.


  Qiao Qingjun was living alone with his little An ge'er in the capital, a city he knew no one, trapped in this small courtyard.


  And so, Qiao Qingjun has raised An ge'er to his first birthday, albeit with many stumbles along the way.


  Meng Xiangbei doesn't love Qiao Qingjun, but Qiao Qingjun loves him.


  He remembered that Meng Xiangbei was his husband and also his son An ge'er's father.


  Meng Xiangbei was impatient to come to him, impatient to stay by his side, but he missed Meng Xiangbei. He felt that An ge'er also missed his father.


  So every time Meng Xiangbei came to the courtyard, after he left, he would secretly follow behind with the child in his arms, even if it was just to watch from afar.


  Last night was the most crucial moment.


  On a night of torrential rain, An ge'er suddenly developed a fever. Although Qiao Qingjun wasn't very bright, he knew that An ge'er was sick.


  If you get sick, you should see a doctor.


  He wanted to send two servants to find a doctor, but the two only wanted to sleep, refused to go out, and even locked the door.


  Qiao Qingjun had no choice but to put on a raincoat and a bamboo hat, carry a lantern, and hold the child to find a doctor.


  They finally arrived at the doctor's house, but no matter how much he called, the doctor didn't come out.


  Later, Qiao Qingjun carried the child and groped his way to the Marquis's residence, but Meng Xiangbei, the father, was fast asleep in bed.


  Qiao Qingjun, who was holding the child, was driven away by the servants at the back gate. Qiao Qingjun had nowhere to go. In the end, An ge'er died not long after because the fever was treated too late.


  The death of his child, his husband's indifference and abandonment drove Qiao Qingjun insane.


  He spends all day holding a rag doll, treating it like his An ge'er.


  Meng Xiangbei lost interest in the insane Qiao Qingjun and never paid him any attention again, acting as if he didn't exist.


  After marrying his fiancée cousin and having a son, Meng Xiangbei's life went smoothly.


  That day, the erratic Qiao Qingjun was picking up food at the restaurant while holding a rag doll when he happened to see a happy family of three, Meng Xiangbei.


  He looked tenderly at his wife beside him, teasing his son in his arms like a loving father.


  Qiao Qingjun, who had been in a daze, suddenly woke up.


  He looked at the rag doll in his arms, his heart filled with sorrow.


  His poor An ge'er was weak from birth and suffered so much. He was only one year old when he died. He didn't even get a hug from his biological father.


  Overwhelmed with grief, Qiao Qingjun froze to death on the street that very night, in the freezing cold, clutching a small piece of clothing tightly in hia arms.


  -


  Recalling the boy in the underworld who was holding a child and muttering "An ge'er" in a mad manner, Meng Xiangbei's gaze lingered on Qiao Qingjun's profile for a long time.


  The young man was handsome, and Qiao Qingjun was no less so. His beauty was not delicate or alluring, but pure and clean. He had a fair, baby-faced appearance, red lips and white teeth, and long eyelashes like butterfly wings. In a word, he was an angel.


  With an angelic appearance, he is intellectually disabled, and his heart is like that of a child. He has a pair of slightly round peach blossom eyes that are as clear as a spring.


  Such a person deserves to be pampered and carefree, not mistreated like that.


  The old imperial physician arranged a guest room for the two of them. An ge'er was small and lay on the bed with his face still red. He seemed to be still uncomfortable, and sometimes he would make whimpering sounds, but he did not open his eyes.


  Qiao Qingjun held his little hand and stayed by his side the whole time, never leaving him for a moment.


  Meng Xiangbei hugged Qiao Qingjun: "Aqing, don't worry, An ge'er will be fine."


  Qiao Qingjun stared at him with red eyes, completely bewildered, seemingly not expecting Meng Xiangbei to comfort him.


  "Really?" he asked.


  "Really, his father loves him so much, he'll be alright." As for him, he's still that scumbag who wanted to abandon them, he has no right to say he loves An ge'er.


  Qiao Qingjun seemed to remember something, his expression becoming somewhat uneasy. He stammered, "I only came to you, my husband, because I couldn't find a doctor. I won't do it again. Husband, go to sleep. I'll stay with An ge'er."


  For Qiao Qingjun, the capital city was a place he knew no one. He was mentally challenged and had a child to care for, making him anxious and fearful. His only support was Meng Xiangbei. However, Meng Xiangbei didn't want to be bothered by him and even explicitly told him not to contact him unnecessarily.


  The sensitive Qiao Qingjun gradually stopped contacting him, fearing that he would get angry.


  This time, An ge'er's condition frightened him, which is why he came to the Marquis's residence in the middle of the night.


  Meng Xiangbei felt a tightness in his chest, so he pressed Qiao Qingjun's face against his chest, feeling the warmth and softness of the boy in his arms.


  “Aqing, I am An ge’er’s father. An ge’er is sick now, so naturally I have to take care of him. If you have any problems in the future that you can’t solve, you must tell me. I am your husband, and it is my duty to protect you. No, we should live together from now on, so that even if you don’t tell me, I will know about your situation.”


  Qiao Qingjun was dizzy from being held in his arms. He couldn't remember the last time his husband had held him. His husband's hug was so warm and comforting. He wanted to keep holding him forever. His husband's words were also so sweet. He said he would live with him and An ge'er. If it was true, that would be wonderful.


  He thought that he must have done something wrong before, which was why his husband ran away from home. Now, his husband had forgiven him and returned.


  Qiao Qingjun looked up at Meng Xiangbei: "Will my husband leave again in the future?"


  Meng Xiangbei gently stroked his hair and assured him, "No, I won't."


  Qiao Qingjun's eyes lit up, like stars twinkling with brilliant light: "Then, can my husband grant me a favor?"

  "What's up?"


  Qiao Qingjun, with a heart as innocent as a child, speaks not as tactfully as others, but directly and passionately, as if he could melt people's hearts.


  "My husband's hug is so warm, so warm. When An ge'er wakes up and is all better, can my husband hug An ge'er too?"


  Meng Xiangbei choked up, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll agree to anything you say."


  Upon receiving the promise, Qiao Qingjun was even happier than before, his eyebrows curving like crescent moon.


  Qiao Qingjun gently touched An ge'er's cheek, feeling its warmth, and whispered, "An ge'er, get well soon." Perhaps it was a telepathic connection between father and son, An ge'er's hand, which was held in Qiao Qingjun's palm, moved slightly, gripping one of his fingers tightly. The pain and discomfort on his face lessened, and he slowly calmed down.


  “Look, my husband, An ge’er promised me he will get better, he will get better.” Qiao Qingjun repeatedly emphasized with joy, showing Meng Xiangbei the two hands clasped together, one big and one small.


  Meng Xiangbei paused for a moment, then slowly reached out and enveloped the hands of both father and son in his large palm.


  Qiao Qingjun's hands remained motionless. He could feel the warmth emanating from his large palms. His husband was so gentle tonight; he loved this side of him.


  Meng Xiangbei wanted Qiao Qingjun to get some sleep, but he refused, insisting on seeing An ge'er safe and sound.


  Meng Xiangbei waited with him.


  "Aqing, why don't you tell me about An ge'er?"


  Mentioning An Ge'er, Qiao Qingjun's listless appearance perked up for a long time, and even his eyes lit up.


  “An ge'er has started talking recently. He can call me ‘Daddy’, but I can’t teach him ‘Father’. I’m teaching him, and once he gets better, I’ll teach him again. He’ll definitely be able to call you ‘Father’.”


  Meng Xiangbei lowered his eyes, his gaze complex, and a sense of guilt spread through his heart. He hadn't even known that An ge'er could speak.


  “An ge’er also can walk, but he’s a bit clumsy and falls after taking a couple of steps.”


  “I didn’t take good care of An ge’er; he’s lost weight and gotten sick.”


  The one-year-old baby looks like he's only a few months old; his face is very thin.


  Meng Xiangbei restrained the urge to hug An ge'er.


  “Aqing, from now on we’ll take care of An ge’er together. He’ll get better, and the three of us will live a good life.”


  Qiao Qingjun looked up at him, his eyes filled with longing and a little confusion: "Will my husband stay with us forever?"


  "Of course. Even if Aqing tries to drives me out in the future, I won't leave."


  Qiao Qingjun quickly waved his hand: "Don't drive, don't drive, I want to be with my husband forever."


  The silver charcoal burned on the cold, rainy night, bringing warmth to the room.


  -


  The old imperial physician cared deeply for An ge'er, braving the cold to check on him several times. Fortunately, Heaven heard Qiao Qingjun and the others' prayers, and An ge'er's fever gradually subsided. Only then did the old imperial physician's calm and solemn expression ease somewhat.


  By the time it was almost dawn, An ge'er's fever had completely subsided, and his face had returned to its normal color.


  Guess he wasn't feeling well before and couldn't sleep well. Now that his fever has gone down, he had fallen into a deep sleep.


  "This little life has been saved. You must take good care of the child from now on, understand?" The old imperial physician gave these instructions before going back to rest. He had been up in the middle of the night to see patients and had been busy all night. The elderly physician was also a little exhausted. Now that he saw that the child was alright, he was helped by the servants to rest.


  "Aqing, you should go to sleep too. I'll stay here and watch over him until An ge'er wakes up, then we'll go back."


  "No, no, no, you go to sleep."


  "Then let's sleep together," Meng Xiangbei conceded.


  "Okay."


  Fortunately, the bed was quite large.


  Qiao Qingjun climbed to the innermost part of the bed, Meng Xiangbei was on the outer side, and An Ge'er was in the middle.


  "Go to sleep," Meng Xiangbei said.


  Qiao Qingjun hummed in agreement and closed his eyes.


  About a minute later, Qiao Qingjun, who had been keeping his eyes closed, trembled and secretly opened his eyes.


  He looked at An Ge'er sleeping peacefully beside him, then at Meng Xiangbei with his eyes closed. He seemed to be thinking of something, and a smile crept onto his lips. He covered his mouth with his hand and secretly laughed until his eyes were curved.


  Suddenly, a large hand came across and landed on his head, ruffling his hair.


  "Go to sleep," Meng Xiangbei said, without opening his eyes.


  Qiao Qingjun was stunned for a moment, not expecting to be discovered. He subconsciously rubbed his head against his palm, obediently closed his eyes, and soon his breathing gradually became even.


  Outside, the rain continued to fall, and it wasn't fully light yet. The family of three, who rarely slept in the same bed, were sleeping soundly.


  -


  As dawn broke, Meng Xiangbei opened his eyes.


  Sunlight streamed in through the intricately carved windows, scattering across the floor. The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and the sky had cleared.


  Suddenly, Meng Xiangbei sensed something, turned his head to look to the side, and met a pair of large, clear black and white eyes.


  The child, who had been blinking at him, seemed startled when he noticed him. He shrank back towards Qiao Qingjun, looking somewhat timid, with his head lowered, not daring to look at him. His little hands were clenched together. A few seconds later, he secretly looked up at him again, but when he saw that Meng Xiangbei was still looking at him, he lowered his head again. He repeated this several times.


  Qiao Qingjun had a clean-cut appearance with red lips and white teeth. Meng Xiangbei was also handsome. An Ge'er, who combined the features of the two, was naturally good-looking, with pink lips, a delicate little nose, and especially a pair of bright, round, almond-shaped eyes that looked just like Qiao Qingjun.


  The only drawback is that he's too thin, with little flesh on his cheeks.


  "Do you remember me? I am your father." Afraid of waking Qiao Qingjun and frightening the little one, Meng Xiangbei spoke very softly.


  An ge'er pursed his lips, just looked at him without saying a word.


  Meng Xiangbei was silent for a moment, then tentatively reached out to take his little hand.


  An ge'er's two little hands were clenched together until a large hand covered them, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.


  The little hand struggled, as if trying to pull it out, but the large hand held it tightly, grasping the little hand that was moving around like an eel in its palm.


  An ge'er frowned slightly.


  Seemingly realizing he couldn't break free, his pink lips pouted, looking rather unhappy, his cheeks puffed up in a huff, which was quite adorable.


  Meng Xiangbei pressed his fist against his mouth, inexplicably wanting to laugh.


  He played with the child's soft little hands, watching An ge'er "daring not to speak out" and being bullied obediently, which even seemed amusing and aroused his wicked sense of humor.


  Perhaps because this body and the child are blood relatives, Meng Xiangbei has a natural affinity for An ge'er.


  As a Nightmare Beast, Meng Xiangbei has no one he loves, no partner, and no children.


  So this is what it feels like to have a child. It's pretty good.


  "Can you call me Father?"


  “Learn from me, Father.”


  Meng Xiangbei was like a big bad wolf smilingly coaxing a child with candy.


  An ge'er looked at him with a pout, without any other reaction.


  “You can call ‘Daddy’ now, so you should be able to call me ‘Father’ too. Come on, call me ‘Father’.” Meng Xiangbei refused to give up and continued to coax him.


  An ge'er blinked, turned over, hugged his father who had just woken up, and buried his little face in Qiao Qingjun's chest.


  "Is An ge'er awake?" Qiao Qingjun quickly regained his senses and noticed the soft little bundle in his arms.


T/N; An Ge'er is so cute! 


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