Chapter 1513 - 439: Yanzi, Who Is the Father of Your Child? (6k)_4

He waved his hand, his tone suddenly softened: "Enough, enough, I’m not as old-fashioned as your uncle and aunt. As long as you’re happy, but..."

He sighed lightly, "Don’t wrong yourself."

Yu Yan opened her mouth to argue, but saw Zhao Muye with an expression of "I understand completely."

In the end, she could only sigh helplessly and swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

At that moment, a steady sound of footsteps approached.

A burly figure appeared at the doorway, and Zhao Muye’s eyes lit up as he grabbed the man’s arm: "Old Bai! Just in time! Come with me to the Desolate Forbidden!"

Bai Xiang first winked at Yu Yan, his mouth slightly curling into a smile.

Yu Yan immediately understood, her eyes flashing with a gleam of joy.

Then Bai Xiang looked troubled and said to Zhao Muye, "I’ve been feeling under the weather lately, so I’m not going. It’s better if you don’t go either."

"Not well?" Zhao Muye widened his eyes, raised his hand, and punched Bai Xiang in the chest, "You’re built tougher than Profound Iron, where are you feeling unwell?"

Bai Xiang grunted with the punch, looking at Yu Yan for help.

Yu Yan caught his drift and whispered, "Zhou knows what he’s doing. If you go rashly, you’ll just mess things up. The Yan Family is eager for a chance to deal with you, isn’t this walking into a trap?"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Muye flicked his sleeve, "Who am I afraid of? I’ll take on anyone who comes at me!"

Yu Yan raised an eyebrow, "Don’t forget about the Yama incident. The Yan Family still suspects you to this day."

"I dare to act and take responsibility for my actions. I’ve already sworn a Heavenly Dao Oath in front of them, Yama’s death has nothing to do with me..."

"Shut up!" Yu Yan’s eyebrows shot up, the baby in her arms squirming restlessly, "If you wake Yaoyao, I’ll make you pay."

Zhao Muye immediately fell silent, hurriedly covering his mouth.

Bai Xiang stepped forward at the right moment and grabbed his arm, "Come on, come on, have a cup of tea with me to calm down. Tea can soothe the nerves and bring clarity."

Zhao Muye stumbled as he was pulled along, still looking back unwillingly, "But the Desolate Forbidden..."

"Shhh—" Bai Xiang raised his index finger to his lips and motioned towards the baby in Yu Yan’s arms.

Little Yaoyao was smacking her lips, about to wake up.

As their footsteps faded away, Yu Yan’s tense shoulders finally relaxed.

She looked down, gently rocking her arms, and whispered, "Little Yaoyao, your Uncle Bai Xiang has a keen nose, your daddy will be back very soon."

Then, she smiled to herself, murmuring, "It’s alright... it’s alright..."

...

About an hour later, there was a knocking sound at the door again.

Yu Yan rushed to the door in a few quick steps, but just as her fingertips touched the door, she paused, taking a deep breath before slowly opening it.

Outside the door stood a figure in a bronze mask, with strikingly white-gray long hair.

"Zhou..." her voice trembled, her fingertips unconsciously clutching at the hem of her garment.

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, his voice hoarse, "Where’s the child?"

"Just fed, sleeping soundly." Yu Yan stepped aside, allowing Zhou Qing to enter the room, then cautiously peered around.

After confirming that no one was around, she gently closed the door.

But not far away, around the corner of the corridor, Zhao Muye crouched behind the window grille, subtly opening a small crack.

He squinted his eyes, clicking his tongue, "Everyone says I’m brainless, but I’m actually quite clever. Is this the partner my cousin chose?"

His gaze swept over that person’s graying hair, and he couldn’t help but purse his lips, "Looks like he’s quite old..."

After a brief hesitation, he ultimately dared not make a sound.

After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and if he saw something he shouldn’t, how could he face his cousin later?

"I’ll follow along and take a look after they leave, after all, I should at least be called cousin!" Zhao Muye smirked mischievously.