They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Harmony

The untimely sound abruptly cut off, as if the person had received a great fright, letting out a gasp of surprise, and then retreating in a panic. This was followed by the sound of someone falling onto their backside.

“I—I—I didn’t see anything!” Uncle Li, the chef, scrambled up from the ground and fled in disarray. He had been anxiously pacing outside, unable to see what was happening. He had finally mustered the courage to enter and check on the situation, only to witness such a shocking scene.

Blowing up the kitchen wasn’t enough; why were they kissing now?!

He wouldn’t be silenced, would he?!

Run!

…

It wasn’t until the commotion outside had completely faded that Yun Qingwu recovered his senses. He looked at Leng Licí, who had already sat back down, now sporting an utterly righteous expression.

He laughed, “In less than half a day, I expect our Father God Number Three will know about our relationship.”

Leng Licí was unconcerned, letting out a cold scoff. “So what? Does he matter?”

With that, he waved his sleeve toward the kitchen door. The open door instantly shut, and the room grew darker. His gaze was burning as he stared at Yun Qingwu, saying nothing, yet everything he wanted was written in his eyes.

Yun Qingwu found it funny and was simultaneously very pleased. He took the initiative to walk over, lifted his robe, and sat down on Leng Licí’s lap. He gently lifted Leng Licí’s chin with his right hand. “What now? Does the Demon Lord want to do something naughty?”

Leng Licí immediately grabbed Yun Qingwu’s hand that was causing mischief. “What naughty things are on the Lord Prime’s mind?”

Then, he used his other hand to press down on Yun Qingwu’s neck, tilting his head back to kiss him again.

…

By the time their lips were numb from the second kiss, Yun Qingwu had to admit that Leng Licí genuinely wasn’t thinking of anything naughty; what he thought was what he did—he just hadn’t kissed enough yet.

He had realized that his A-Cí had a special fondness for kissing. He was aloof and distant with others, but when it came to kissing, he would unconsciously become clingy and affectionate, especially in bed. As long as Yun Qingwu kissed him until he was satisfied, anything was negotiable.

“Did you intentionally stay rooted to the spot in the garden to lower the difficulty of hide-and-seek?” Thinking back to the incident in the garden, Yun Qingwu asked during a brief break in the kissing.

Leng Licí pulled back, looked away, and flatly denied it. “No!”

Yun Qingwu automatically translated this to the correct meaning and continued, “I was also too emotional to figure it out. It was… Madam Jì who reminded me.”

Leng Licí’s eyelashes fluttered imperceptibly, and he remained silent.

“She figured out the relationship between us. I think she cares about you.”

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to discern Leng Licí’s true intention in such a short time together.

Yun Qingwu lowered himself, resting his chin on Leng Licí’s shoulder, and whispered, “Six days are left of the seven. If there’s anything you want to know, this might be your last chance.”

Leng Licí’s eyes drooped slightly, and he didn’t speak.

He had nothing he wanted to know. What could he want to know?

Seeing Leng Licí’s silence, Yun Qingwu said no more. He smoothed Leng Licí’s black hair and changed the subject. “A-Cí, let me do your hair.”

For the past two days, Leng Licí had worn his long hair loose, making him the center of attention everywhere they went. Yun Qingwu’s hands had been itching to style it.

Leng Licí didn’t say yes or no, but simply pulled out the golden crown Yun Qingwu had given him from his embrace and shoved it into Yun Qingwu’s hand.

Yun Qingwu looked at the familiar golden crown in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and teased, “You weren’t just waiting for me to say that, were you?”

Leng Licí closed his eyes and said self-righteously, “This Lord is giving you an opportunity.”

Yun Qingwu used his hands to smooth Leng Licí’s hair. He smiled. “Fine, then I’ll seize this opportunity. How about I give you a local hairstyle?”

Leng Licí refused immediately. “This Lord only wants the original one.”

Yun Qingwu nodded, feeling a little regretful. “Alright then.”

There will be plenty of other chances anyway.

…

As dusk approached, Uncle Li, the chef, who had finally regained control of the kitchen, quickly rallied his helpers to prepare a table full of fragrant, colorful, and delicious dishes.

At Jì Lín’s arrangement, the dinner was specially set up in the outdoor courtyard. Under the vast starry sky, the open space made the meal less formal and more like a casual gathering of friends.

You Su Xiǎozhú and Jì Lín sat together. You Su Xiǎozhú’s gaze fell on Yun Qingwu and Leng Licí, who were sitting together, and a look of relief appeared in her eyes, knowing that they had reconciled.

Jì Lín followed You Su Xiǎozhú’s gaze and looked over. He gossiped, “Do you know? Brother Yun and Brother Leng were kissing in the kitchen today! Uncle Li saw it with his own eyes! This shows, Wife, that your mission was completed very well.”

You Su Xiǎozhú withdrew her gaze and looked at Jì Lín with a reproving look. “Why are you making such a fuss?”

“When you told me about their relationship earlier today, I didn’t think much of it. But as soon as Uncle Li said something, I finally understood, didn’t I? Speaking of which, the two of them have vastly different personalities, yet they have this kind of relationship. It’s truly fascinating.”

You Su Xiǎozhú tentatively asked, “What if this were our child? Would you mind?”

Jì Lín pondered for a moment, picked up a pair of chopsticks, put some food into a small bowl, and placed it in front of his wife. He smiled. “Then I would support it even more. His happiness is the most important thing.”

You Su Xiǎozhú nodded and picked up a skewer of meat, placing it on Jì Lín’s plate.

Leng Licí’s peripheral vision subtly rested on the couple. When he sensed their gaze about to turn toward him, he quickly looked away. Yun Qingwu lowered his hand and grasped Leng Licí’s. He felt a moment of melancholy but spoke in a teasing tone. “If the child in Madam Jì’s womb is real, then I think he will be much luckier than the two of us.”

Leng Licí tightened his grip on Yun Qingwu’s fingers with some force and said softly, “Then he will soon lose both his father and mother.”

Yun Qingwu laughed. “That’s true too.”

Everything had been set in stone six hundred years ago; there was no possibility of exception.

“No! Little Dāo doesn’t want to lose father and mother!”

Little Dāo, who had been focused on figuring out how to use chopsticks, immediately dropped them, her face full of protest.

Leng Licí glanced at her and scoffed, “Where would you find a mother to lose?”

Yun Qingwu saw Little Dāo’s mouth pucker up, immediately glared at Leng Licí, picked up Little Dāo, and coaxed her. “Don’t listen to your A-dàd’s nonsense. A-dàd and Daddy won’t leave Little Dāo.”

Only then did Little Dāo manage to suppress her inner sadness.

…

Sitting next to them were Liu Yu and Yang Yuanli. Liu Yu looked at Jì Lín and You Su Xiǎozhú, already having a rough idea of their entanglement with Liú Qīngyuè.

So, Liú Qīngyuè’s real name is You Su Xiǎozhú.

Although they were one person, Liu Yu lacked that memory and thus always felt a distance from the relationship. Even so, he really wanted to know the other side of the story.

So he asked, “May I ask how Brother Jì and Madam met? Could you share the story with us?”

Jì Lín poured himself some wine and raised his cup to Liu Yu, looking quite boastful. “Well, that’s a long story! I dare say you’ll never guess how we became destined for each other!”

Liu Yu said, “Oh,” a mischievous feeling growing within him. He took a sip of wine and smiled. “I guess you had an engagement first, then developed feelings.”

Jì Lín choked on his wine and coughed, looking at Liu Yu in shock. “How did you know?!”

Liu Yu looked smug. “My hobby is fortune-telling.”

Teasing others is fun, and teasing oneself is infinitely entertaining.

Jì Lín naturally didn’t believe the explanation but couldn’t think of any other possibility, so he let it go. “Then Brother Liu, you truly have remarkable foresight and outstanding talent! My wife and I were indeed engaged first, and we both ran away from the marriage once, but we have a true destiny! People who are meant to be together will eventually reunite. They can’t be separated no matter what!”

Jì Lín spoke enthusiastically. You Su Xiǎozhú watched Jì Lín and Liu Yu, and the gentle look in her eyes dimmed imperceptibly.

This fleeting change in expression was noticed by Leng Licí. He silently picked up a wine cup nearby and took a sip of wine.

Yang Yuanli observed the expressions of everyone present, his heart churning. Ever since he learned that Liú Qīngyuè’s real name was You Su Xiǎozhú, his mind hadn’t been at peace for a day.

Although he was young, he had heard of You Su Xiǎozhú’s name and knew she was the Imperial Princess of the Nine-Tailed Fox tribe, You Su. And now…

He looked up at the intimate couple at the main table, then at Leng Licí, who was also from the same tribe.

If the cognitions of these memory fragments were close to the true memory, then…

He looked at Yun Qingwu.

But how could this be possible!

To suppress the turbulent emotions, Yang Yuanli could only drink cup after cup of wine, trying to use it to calm himself down.

At the table, Jì Lín and Liu Yu were having a pleasant conversation. You Su Xiǎozhú took the opportunity to walk over to Yun Qingwu and Leng Licí’s dining spot. Yun Qingwu stood up to make room for her, allowing her to sit down.

As soon as You Su Xiǎozhú sat down, Little Dāo toddled over and hugged You Su Xiǎozhú’s abdomen. “Baby, like!”

You Su Xiǎozhú’s eyes filled with a smile. She reached out and pinched Little Dāo’s cheek. “I like Little Dāo very much too.”

Leng Licí scoffed, looking away.

You Su Xiǎozhú looked at the two. “Is the food to your liking today?”

Leng Licí didn’t answer, simply serving himself food and eating.

Yun Qingwu smiled. “Very much so. Thank you, Madam.”

Leng Licí gave a cold humph, picked up his wine cup, and took another drink.

How could it not be? All these dishes must be the result of Yun Qingwu’s collusion with the kitchen.

Helping an outsider!

You Su Xiǎozhú was completely unbothered by Leng Licí’s coldness. Instead, a faint smile appeared in her eyes. She adjusted her sitting posture, looked at Jì Lín and Liu Yu, who were drinking together, and said slowly, “Strictly speaking, my connection with Yún Chuān was a mutual deception. He was the fake groom, and I was the fake bride.”

Yun Qingwu: “I suppose you are Liú Qīngyuè?”

You Su Xiǎozhú shook her head. “I am merely the Liú Qīngyuè who met him. The real Liú Qīngyuè died a month after birth. Father Liú once saved my life in a previous life, so I owed him a kindness. Therefore, in this life, when I saw that he lost his wife and daughter in his old age, I wanted to take on the identity of Liú Qīngyuè to look after him for the rest of his life, so he could live out his days in peace. I just didn’t expect…”

When mentioning the past, You Su Xiǎozhú sometimes felt as if it were happening right now, and other times as if it were a lifetime ago.

“You didn’t expect him to arrange a marriage for you. Father—Yún Chuān was the other protagonist in this marriage?”

Yun Qingwu filled in the rest of the story based on Liu Yu’s memory.

You Su Xiǎozhú nodded. “Yes.”

Yun Qingwu did not ask about what happened next. He could guess the general outline: their relationship must have been unacceptable to the two tribes, leading to the current situation of the four of them.

You Su Xiǎozhú was also clearly unwilling to bring up that past. Her gaze unconsciously drifted to Leng Licí, who was sitting silently nearby. She looked at him and was momentarily stunned.

Yun Qingwu’s gaze followed hers.

!

His eyes widened. He immediately turned his body, shielding the three tails that were already swaying.

When did Leng Licí drink so much wine?