They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Stealing Leisure

The cold, almost-frozen eyes gradually showed signs of melting. Leng Licí stared at Yun Qingwu’s lips, bit down fiercely, and said in a harsh voice, “It seems your mind hasn’t completely failed yet.”

Yun Qingwu chuckled and kissed him back. Compared to Leng Licí’s ferocity, his kiss was always gentler, but he loved the slight, stinging sensation of Leng Licí’s biting kiss, and the possessiveness intertwined within it was addictive.

Their tongues tangled in each other’s mouths, lightly sweeping over every familiar sensitive spot.

The slight tremor in his body soothed the subtle feeling of objection and dissatisfaction in Leng Licí’s heart.

After nearly a day, they had rarely had time alone. Once they became intimate, they found it hard to separate.

Leng Licí reached out, wrapped his arms around Yun Qingwu’s neck, and pressed him down onto the bed. The change in position deepened the kiss even more.

Between the rubbing and friction, even the space for breathing rapidly diminished.

Their body temperatures were rapidly rising in an uncontrollable direction. The air even carried a faint scent of burning incense and a hint of the cool, clear aroma of a snowy mountain.

Yun Qingwu’s reason was already swaying. He forcibly used his hearing to sense the external environment, and just before losing control, he forcefully pulled his reason back.

He dependently sucked on Leng Licí’s lower lip, pulling back a little distance. “A-Cí, not now. They will call us for dinner soon.”

Leng Licí stared discontentedly at the already reddened lips. After a moment, he bit them hard, flipped over, and lay flat beside him.

Yun Qingwu panted, propped himself up slightly to look at Leng Licí, and then actively pressed down, resting his head in Leng Licí’s neck hollow.

Hot breaths brushed against Leng Licí’s neck, calming his restless dissatisfaction somewhat. He asked, “Where is Little Dāo?”

Yun Qingwu muffled a laugh. “Sent her to Brother Liǔ. I think Little Dāo quite likes him too.”

“Tch.” Leng Licí turned his head, his tone displeased. “No ambition.”

“You can’t say that. Our Little Dāo is loyal and can see the kindness Brother Liǔ has for her,” Yun Qingwu laughed.

After saying that, he composed himself and added, “Besides, they are close in blood, so it’s only natural for them to feel an affinity.”

Leng Licí intertwined his five fingers with Yun Qingwu’s palm, clenching it as if to vent his anger, and said resentfully, “Is that so? But this Lord just finds him completely irritating.”

Yun Qingwu flipped his hand and squeezed Leng Licí’s hand, signaling that he was fine. Remembering his time with Cuī Yóu this half-day, he added, “Today, I see that Brother Cuī’s demeanor and actions are quite similar to Brother Liǔ’s, and their self-perceptions also overlap. If nothing else, I think this Liú Qīngyuè might be your mother, Yǒusū Xiǎozhú.”

Leng Licí’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. “So what?”

“Do you have any leads on how to break the situation this time?” Yun Qingwu did not continue the topic and instead asked.

Leng Licí: “Make him realize that the person named Liú Qīngyuè doesn’t exist in this world.”

Yun Qingwu looked up at Leng Licí, giving a teasing smile. “Are you learning by analogy?”

Leng Licí glanced indifferently at Yun Qingwu. “Do you have an opinion?”

Yun Qingwu lay back, laughing. “No opinion.”

He rubbed the fingers intertwined perfectly with his own, one stroke at a time. “We’ll follow your suggestion this time. I always overthink things, so sometimes I might not see as clearly as you do.”

Leng Licí turned his head and bit Yun Qingwu’s ear. “Hmph, good that you know.”

“In a bit, let’s first ask where Liú Qīngyuè’s family is, and then we’ll act according to the situation,” Yun Qingwu tilted his head and rubbed his neck against Leng Licí’s again.

“Mhm.” Leng Licí comfortably narrowed his eyes.

They hadn’t been lying there long when a knock sounded at the door, signaling that the time for dinner had arrived.

Yun Qingwu responded, but didn’t move an inch. Leng Licí opened his eyes and patted Yun Qingwu’s back. “Get up.”

Yun Qingwu sighed lightly, flipped to the side, and faced the bed canopy. “Don’t want to get up.”

Leng Licí stood up and squinted at the person still lying on the bed. “What? Is it not a time for you to be anxious now?”

Although he spoke this way, he still reached out his hand. Yun Qingwu’s lips curled into a smile, he raised his hand, took hold of Leng Licí’s, and used the leverage to get up.

The two walked out the door and ran into Liǔ Yú and Little Dāo approaching. Little Dāo waddled over happily. “A-Dàd! Dadd!”

Yun Qingwu responded, reaching out to hug Little Dāo, while Leng Licí supported the other side.

Liǔ Yú watched this harmonious family scene, his heart filled with complicated emotions. He knew that Yun Qingwu sending the child to him was not for anything proper!

“Brother Liǔ, thank you for your trouble.”

Liǔ Yú stepped forward, tapped Yun Qingwu’s shoulder with his fan, and then went to tap Leng Licí, but forcefully stopped himself under Leng Licí’s unfriendly gaze. He earnestly advised, “We are in someone else’s house. You should both be more discreet.”

Leng Licí scoffed. “Someone else? Isn’t this your house?”

Then, he deliberately let out a laugh and corrected, “Oh, this is Cuī Yóu’s house.”

Liǔ Yú: “…”

How could this biological son stab him right in the heart like this?!

Compared to him, this adopted son was indeed more comforting.

Yun Qingwu: “Brother Liǔ, you don’t need to worry. After all, you are one and the same person.”

Liǔ Yú glared at Yun Qingwu for a long time, closed his fan, and walked towards the main hall on his own.

Raising a son for old age, it truly was a misconception!

At the dinner table, even though Cuī Míng had been displeased beforehand, the dishes on the table were not skimped on at all. The full table of dishes was no less grand than a banquet in a restaurant.

As soon as Liǔ Yú saw the food on the table, all the complicated feelings in his heart were temporarily cast aside. “These dishes are very much to my taste.”

Cuī Yóu smiled. “Oh, then Brother Liǔ and I are quite compatible. These are all the flavors I usually like.”

At this moment, Cuī Míng came over carrying a dish, giving Cuī Yóu an annoyed look. “Of course, they are your flavors! If you would just remember that I, your father, have been decent to you, stop having your delusions, and help me manage the restaurant more, I would be very grateful. After all, I am not running a charity. I’ve spent countless family assets raising you all these years. What do I want? I just want to enjoy my later years.”

So, he was an adopted father.

Yun Qingwu looked at Cuī Míng thoughtfully. At least this explained some things that didn’t make sense.

Leng Licí frowned slightly. This old man didn’t seem like he was raising a child, but a living piggy bank.

“Dad, why do you say that? Although I miss Yuè’er, I haven’t neglected work for a single day.” The piggy bank himself was clearly used to it. He helped Cuī Míng sit in the main seat.

Hmph, utterly useless.

Leng Licí looked away and sat down in the nearest chair.

Cuī Míng sat down, but continued to grumble. “It’s just that my own son was pitiful and passed away early, otherwise, there would be no business for you.”

As soon as this was said, even Liǔ Yú, who was not very observant, felt awkward. However, amidst the embarrassment, his feeling of unfairness lessened somewhat. Fate was still fair.

Yun Qingwu, seeing the situation, tried to change the topic. “Uncle Cuī, your cooking is truly excellent.”

Before Uncle Cuī could speak, Cuī Yóu immediately exposed Yun Qingwu’s intention. “Heh, you don’t need to change the topic. This is just the norm between my dad and me.”

Saying this, he stood up and scooped a bowl of food for Cuī Míng, trying to appease him. “Yes, yes, yes, an adopted son is naturally not as good as a biological one. How about you just bear with me?”

Uncle Cuī snorted, but accepted the dish, no longer voicing any complaints.

The comment was unintentional, but Yun Qingwu’s heart was pricked. However, the feeling lasted only for a moment and quickly disappeared.

After Uncle Cuī quieted down, the dinner proceeded relatively harmoniously.

After Uncle Cuī left first, Yun Qingwu finally asked about Liú Qīngyuè.

“Yuè’er’s family is at… East Alley, Hé Sū Street.”

Cuī Yóu hesitated somewhat but still gave a precise location.

Leng Licí heard this and was about to get up and act, but Yun Qingwu quickly pressed him down. He looked at Cuī Yóu. “Tomorrow, we’ll accompany you. Some things need to be discussed in person to become clear.”

Cuī Yóu thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright, thank you all very much.”

Liǔ Yú, hearing this, naturally understood that they intended to use the same trick again, and he developed his own plan accordingly.

The next day, the group traveled by carriage to East Alley, Hé Sū Street.

They passed through the market on the way. Compared to yesterday’s quietness, there were many more small vendors today, and each stall was filled with various clay figurines dressed in exquisite clothes.

Some shops had pictures of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl hung up on the stalls.

Liǔ Yú lifted the curtain to look outside. “Oh, the Qǐqiǎo Festival (Double Seventh Festival) is approaching.”

Cuī Yóu nodded. “Time passes so fast. It’s almost a year since Yuè’er and I got married.”

Yun Qingwu asked appropriately, “Did Brother Cuī and your wife get married on the Qǐqiǎo Festival?”

“Exactly. Back then, we were both married by our parents’ decree and didn’t know each other, so we agreed to only be husband and wife in name. But later—”

Cuī Yóu recalled the past, a smile subconsciously appearing on his face. “Later, I found that she was completely different from what I had imagined. I don’t know why, even though she rarely smiled, I found her increasingly adorable.”

Liǔ Yú recalled the blurry memory of Liú Qīngyuè—aloof and refined—but truly not associated with ‘adorable.’ He honestly couldn’t relate to Cuī Yóu.

Yun Qingwu listened intently and wanted to ask more, but Leng Licí interrupted. “We’ve arrived.”

The topic ended there.

After getting out of the carriage, as expected, there was no Lǐu Merchant family here, nor a woman named Liú Qīngyuè.

Cuī Yóu felt somewhat crestfallen, but he didn’t fall into a delusion like Liǔ Yú had.

“Let’s go back,” Cuī Yóu’s hopeful look suddenly dimmed.

Leng Licí stared at Cuī Yóu, unwilling to give up. “Don’t you understand? The so-called Liú Qīngyuè is just a fantasy in your mind.”

Cuī Yóu firmly shook his head. “She is not. How could I not know if the person I love is real or fake.”

“The reality is right in front of you. Why don’t you believe it?”

Cuī Yóu looked up at the flying lantern in the distance and only said, “It seems Yuè’er is determined to separate from me, but I won’t give up. One day, I will find her.”

“You—”

Leng Licí lost his patience. His right hand reached out, intending to use force.

For some unknown reason, seeing Cuī Yóu’s deeply affectionate expression was particularly irritating to him.

“A-Cí.” Yun Qingwu took hold of his hand and shook his head.

Leng Licí angrily shook off Yun Qingwu’s hand, looking with cold eyes at the stubborn Cuī Yóu. “I think your father was right. You should go see a doctor and treat your mind!”

Cuī Yóu gave a bitter smile. “You don’t understand. If a doctor could truly cure it, that would be good.”

After saying that, Cuī Yóu was the first to get into the carriage.

Leng Licí didn’t move. Yun Qingwu saw this and said, “Brother Cuī, we’ll stroll around here for a bit. We’ll return later.”

Liǔ Yú, however, got into the carriage. “You two stroll. I’m a bit tired and will go rest first.”

The carriage drove away. Yun Qingwu used a little force to pry open Leng Licí’s tightly clenched fist, forcefully inserting his own fingers, and said slowly, “Don’t be anxious. Let’s think of other ways.”

Leng Licí turned his head, his tone stiff. “I just can’t stand his foolish demeanor.”

Yun Qingwu led Leng Licí to walk aimlessly down the street. “Whether it’s Cuī Yóu or Liǔ Yú, they are both very different from the Father God in my knowledge. Perhaps I have never truly known him.”

Leng Licí slightly turned his gaze back, glancing at Yun Qingwu’s slightly lowered eyelashes, and muttered, “Why do you need to know him? You only need to know me.”

The gloominess in Yun Qingwu’s heart dissipated again. He looked around, quickly raised their clasped hands, and kissed them. “Mhm, the Demon Lord makes very good sense.”

Leng Licí’s ear tips were slightly red, and the tightly pursed corner of his mouth subtly curved upwards.

Yáng Yuǎnlí, who was hidden in the crowd, happened to catch a glimpse of this scene. He quickly looked away as if his eyes had been scorched by fire.

A real injury to his eyes.