Chapter 658 - 628: Ying’Er’s Plight

Chapter 658: Chapter 628: Ying’Er’s Plight

However, just as her train of thought ended, two whooshes suddenly cut through the air. Xiao Ying’er, Wan Xianlin, and Yalan all lifted their gazes to the sky.

Two figures met their eyes. But when the three of them saw the figures in the sky, they each revealed a different expression.

Xiao Ying’er was overjoyed, and Wan Xianlin wore a look of relief. Yalan, however, was stunned. Reflected in her eyes were two figures: one was her familiar Miss, and the other was the man with long, ice-blue hair she had seen yesterday. What shocked her even more was that her Miss was blissfully holding the man’s arm, whispering in his ear from time to time.

’What’s going on?’

In that instant, Yalan suddenly recalled Wan Xian’Er’s strange behavior the previous night. It had been so late, yet she had come all the way over just to ask about a man she had never met before. Not only that, she had asked about his appearance and had worn such a strange expression afterward. Paired with the man’s ice-blue hair, a shocking theory formed in her mind.

’Could he be...? No way...’

THUD.

One tall and one short, the perfectly matched pair landed steadily among the three of them. The moment he saw Xiao Ying’er, that feeling washed over Mu Chen again—the resonance in his blood, his quickening heartbeat, and an overwhelming urge to dote on her. But before he could act, Wan Xian’Er walked over to Wan Xianlin first.

Upon seeing Wan Xian’Er, Xiao Ying’er’s little mouth fell slightly open before she broke into a smile. "Mom, you look so pretty today."

Wan Xian’Er playfully pinched Xiao Ying’er’s cheek and feigned anger. "Are you saying Mom wasn’t pretty yesterday?"

Xiao Ying’er shook her head again and again, quickly saying, "No, no! Mom was pretty yesterday, too! You’re even prettier today than yesterday."

Wan Xian’Er’s feigned anger immediately turned into a giggle. "Now that’s my Xiao Ying’er."

As she spoke, Wan Xian’Er extended a slender arm and took Xiao Ying’er from Wan Xianlin’s hands. Watching the mother and daughter’s affectionate display, Mu Chen just stood to the side, grinning foolishly. Yalan, however, suddenly walked over and nudged his arm with her elbow.

Startled, Mu Chen turned his head. Seeing it was Yalan, he smiled. "We meet again."

Yalan pouted and looked Mu Chen up and down. "Didn’t you say you had business with the Palace Master? How did you end up with my Miss?"

Mu Chen winked at Yalan and said, "About that... ahem, you’ll have to ask your Miss in a little while."

Yalan said huffily, "Fine, don’t tell me. It’s not like I care to know anyway."

In truth, from this brief exchange, Yalan had already gleaned a very important piece of information: the relationship between this man and her Miss was far from ordinary, much closer than usual. With that, the theory in her heart felt all the more likely.

Just then, after cuddling with Wan Xian’Er for a bit, Xiao Ying’er finally had a moment to turn her gaze to the foolishly grinning Mu Chen. Wan Xian’Er looked at him at the same time and then asked Xiao Ying’er teasingly, "Ying’Er, take a good look. Who is he?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ying’er didn’t have to think at all. She pointed at Mu Chen and said, "It’s Uncle! Uncle is super nice! Yesterday, Uncle played with Ying’Er all day! He even bought Ying’Er a tanghulu!"

Hearing Xiao Ying’er’s words, Wan Xianlin froze for a moment. He glanced at Mu Chen, then nodded. ’Could this be fate?’ he thought to himself. ’It seems this truly is destiny. It’s just... Ying’Er’s life... sigh. I hope they cherish this final time they have together.’

While that was Wan Xianlin’s reaction, Wan Xian’Er burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling with amusement. She looked at Mu Chen and said, "Ying’Er’s uncle, what are you just standing there for? Come over and hold Ying’Er."

Mu Chen awkwardly rubbed his nose and subconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes. He then quickly walked over and held out his arms. "Ying’Er, come here. Let Uncle hold you."

Without a second thought, Xiao Ying’er clambered out of Wan Xian’Er’s arms and into Mu Chen’s. She truly, truly loved being in his embrace; she had even spent last night’s dream in his arms.

Giggling as she tugged on Mu Chen’s hair, Xiao Ying’er exclaimed, "Wow, Uncle’s hair is exactly the same as Ying’Er’s! But why are your eyes always closed, Uncle? Do your eyes hurt?"

Mu Chen shook his head and said dotingly, "Uncle’s eyes don’t hurt. It’s just that Uncle’s eyes are very scary, so I keep them closed because I’m afraid of scaring Xiao Ying’er."

But as soon as he said that, Wan Xian’Er rolled her eyes. "Ying’Er, don’t listen to his nonsense. His eyes aren’t scary at all. They’re very beautiful, you know."

Hearing this, Xiao Ying’er’s curiosity was instantly piqued. A three-year-old’s curiosity is incredibly strong, so after Wan Xian’Er’s words, she began to pester Mu Chen, insisting that he open his eyes. Even Yalan walked from Mu Chen’s side to stand next to Wan Xian’Er, watching him with an intensely curious gaze.

Mu Chen gave the three of them a wry smile, his gaze ultimately landing on Xiao Ying’er. "Alright," he said helplessly. "Since it’s Xiao Ying’er’s request, I have to grant it."

As he spoke, Mu Chen’s expression became serene. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened, and a blue-violet light bloomed from within them—an utterly fantastical and magnificent color. Under Mu Chen’s control, this light didn’t burst out explosively as it normally would when he activated his Ice Extreme Demon Pupils. Instead, it spread like a soft lamp, gently and weightlessly overflowing from him. When his eyes were fully open, a pair of ice-blue, Ice Flower pupils could be seen slowly rotating, surrounded by a faint violet halo. Eerie black markings extended from his eye sockets down his cheeks to the sides of his face. In an instant, the formerly plain-looking Mu Chen now possessed a demonic charm.