When He Qian-shan woke up, he instinctively reached out to pull his lover into his arms, but only grasped at empty air.
Opening his eyes, he found that Wu Peng-peng, who usually loved to stay in bed, had got up at some unknown time, and the quilt beside him had already turned cold.
A string in his mind suddenly snapped, and he jolted awake in an instant.
She had disappeared again while he was asleep!
He Qian-shan forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, grabbed a piece of clothing at random, put it on as he ran out of the bedroom.
There was no one on the second floor, and no one in the living room downstairs either.
He Qian-shan was completely panicked now. Stumbling, he rushed downstairs.
"Wu Peng-peng!"
When he reached the stairwell, he saw two figures, one big and one small, in the dining room turn their heads and look at him in surprise.
He Qian-shan locked eyes with the child beside her. They stared at each other, both wearing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
"Look, Yan Shen!" Wu Peng-peng said happily. "He looks exactly like you!"
He Qian-shan didn't say a word. He stared intently at the mini-version of himself beside her.
The child was eating a purple rice bread, with breadcrumbs still stuck to the corner of his mouth. There was the same familiar coldness in his eyes.
"But when I asked him something, he didn't say a word. Could he be mute?" Wu Peng-peng reached out to wipe the breadcrumbs from his mouth. The child didn't dodge, which showed that he seemed to like her quite a bit.
Seeing this, He Qian-shan squinted his eyes slightly. He strode over, pulled Wu Peng-peng towards himself, and glared at the child unhappily. "What are you doing here?"
The child put the remaining half of the bread on the dining table, picked up a tissue to wipe his hands, then looked up coldly at He Qian-shan without saying a word.
Noticing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Wu Peng-peng quickly explained, "I heard some noise in the living room when I woke up this morning. When I opened the door, I saw him standing here."
She was full of curiosity about this unexpected guest. She tugged at He Qian-shan's sleeve and whispered, "Could he be your illegitimate child?"
This child should be about eight or nine years old, which meant that He Qian-shan had had a child with someone else before she met him.
"Could his mother come looking for..."
"He Qian-shan, I'm asking you a question. How did you get here?" He Qian-shan suddenly lost his patience. His voice was so cold that it was terrifying.
He Qian-shan?
Wu Peng-peng felt that her worldview had collapsed. But then she thought that her worldview had long been in ruins, so she happily accepted the fact that young He Qian-shan had time-traveled more than twenty years into the future.
"He's just you when you were a kid. He's so good-looking!" No wonder he was called the God of Beauty. He had been good-looking since he was a child!
Maybe because he was He Qian-shan when he was young, the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. Just as she was about to hug the young God of Beauty and give him a kiss, He Qian-shan grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
He Qian-shan sized up the mini-version of himself coldly. His tone was as calm as if he were talking about the weather. "You should have just come back from that world, right?"
Finally, there was a flicker of emotion in the child's eyes. He glared at He Qian-shan defensively. "How... how do you know?"
Holding his little wife in his arms, He Qian-shan said proudly, "I am you. How could I not know?"
The young God of Beauty glared at him irritably, then hung his head without saying a word.
Wu Peng-peng broke free from He Qian-shan, walked up to the young God of Beauty, crouched down in front of him, and took his little hand. "Xiao Shan."
The young God of Beauty instinctively wanted to struggle, but when he heard the words "Xiao Shan", he suddenly froze. "Who are you?"
They no longer looked the same as when they met in that world, so they didn't recognize each other.
"I'm Sister Xiao Yuan." Wu Peng-peng gently stroked his head and tried to pull him towards herself. By accident, she saw the purple and blue marks all over his fair little arms.
The young God of Beauty instinctively pulled his sleeves down. For some reason, he didn't want her to see him like this.
Especially the pity and sadness in her eyes made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
But Wu Peng-peng didn't give him a chance to avoid it. She pulled his little arm and examined him from head to toe.
Seeing that he was covered in injuries, her eyes suddenly turned red.
"They... they beat you." She pulled the child's small body into her arms. Her voice choked with sobs.
The young God of Beauty gently patted Wu Peng-peng's back and comforted her softly. "Don't cry. I'm okay."
Seeing that his wife's attention was completely attracted by the little brat, He Qian-shan unhappily pulled him out of Wu Peng-peng's arms and scolded him with a cold face. "What do you think you're doing?"
He didn't control his strength well and accidentally made the young God of Beauty stumble. Wu Peng-peng glared at him unhappily. "He Qian-shan, what do you think you're doing?"
Seeing that she was angry, He Qian-shan quickly begged for forgiveness. "I... I didn't do anything."
Wu Peng-peng glared at him irritably, then pulled the young God of Beauty to her side. With red eyes, she said, "They're so bad! These bad people! Tell me where they are. I'm going to go and settle the score with them!"
As she said this, she was about to pull the young God of Beauty to go and settle the score with the bad people. He Qian-shan quickly stopped her. "Don't be angry. Since he's come to our time, those people no longer exist."
Hearing this, Wu Peng-peng felt even sadder. She held the young God of Beauty in her arms and didn't know how to show her love for him.
During the years when she wasn't around, the whole world had bullied her baby, but she hadn't been able to do anything.
Looking at her tears, He Qian-shan felt both heartache and anger.
He had tried hard to hide this unfortunate period of his life because he was afraid that she would be sad if she found out.
It was all the fault of this stinky kid in front of him. He had messed everything up.
During the following days, He Qian-shan was constantly finding fault with the young God of Beauty. No matter what he did, He Qian-shan didn't like it.
Every time, Wu Peng-peng would say helplessly, "Yan Shen, he's only eight years old. Can you just let him off, okay?"
He Qian-shan would feel so wronged. He felt like a discarded husband. He dejectedly went into the study and waited for Wu Peng-peng to come and comfort him.
But he waited until it was time to go to bed at night, and still didn't see Wu Peng-peng come to comfort him.
He Qian-shan reluctantly walked towards the bedroom, thinking that he must make Wu Peng-peng understand who her real husband was later.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, he was instantly petrified.
The young God of Beauty was lying on their bed, and Wu Peng-peng was sitting beside the bed telling him a bedtime story.
The two of them were looking at each other tenderly. The scene couldn't have been more heartwarming.
He Qian-shan felt like he was having a heart attack on the spot. He glared at the stinky kid who had occupied his bed and his wife.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wu Peng-peng looked up and gave him a gentle smile. "Yan Shen, you can sleep in the guest room tonight. He's scared. I'll stay with him."
He Qian-shan got really angry. "Why doesn't he sleep in the guest room?"
Seeing that he was really angry, Wu Peng-peng tried to calm him down. "Okay, I'll take him to the guest room."
He Qian-shan knew that she was used to sleeping in her own bed, and he didn't have the heart to let her go through the trouble. So he had no choice but to compromise. "Forget it. You guys sleep."
"Thank you, hubby." Wu Peng-peng winked at him and blew him a kiss with her lips.
Looking at the little brat on the bed, He Qian-shan suddenly had a wicked idea. He strode over, held Wu Peng-peng's face in his hands, and kissed her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little brat glaring at him coldly, looking extremely angry.
He Qian-shan happily let go of Wu Peng-peng, then gave her a goodnight kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, wife."
Although the child beside them was He Qian-shan when he was young, Wu Peng-peng still felt a bit embarrassed. She quickly waved her hand, signaling him to leave quickly.
After He Qian-shan left, the young God of Beauty kept staring at her. Feeling embarrassed, Wu Peng-peng picked up the water cup on the bedside table and pretended to drink water.
"Are you guys always this shameless?" the young God of Beauty suddenly said coldly.
Wu Peng-peng was caught off guard and choked. She coughed violently.
The young God of Beauty quickly reached out to pat her back to help her catch her breath. "Slow down."
Just then, the door was opened again. The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at He Qian-shan standing at the door in surprise.
"What are you doing!" He Qian-shan strode over. He wanted to throw the young God of Beauty out of the window. "Why are you being so touchy-feely with my wife!"
The young God of Beauty looked at him like he was an idiot. Was this what he would become when he grew up?
Suddenly, he really didn't want to grow up.
Wu Peng-peng knew how childish He Qian-shan could be when he was jealous. She quickly stopped him. "I choked on my water. He was just helping me catch my breath."
"Are you feeling better?" He Qian-shan immediately forgot about being jealous. He patted Wu Peng-peng's back to help her catch her breath.
Wu Peng-peng waved her hand. "I'm okay. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Wife..." He Qian-shan dragged out his voice and blinked his eyes seductively. "I get so cold when I sleep alone."
Wu Peng-peng gave him a helpless look, then got up and walked to the guest room. She turned on the air conditioner for him and brought him a thick quilt. "Now you won't be cold. Go to sleep quickly."
He Qian-shan: "..."
Is that it?
Wife, you don't love me anymore!
But he was a mature adult. He couldn't act unreasonably.
He Qian-shan hugged the quilt and thought secretly that he must drive the little brat out tomorrow.
He must hold back tonight and not let the little kid laugh at him.
Five minutes later, the bedroom door was opened again. He Qian-shan was standing at the door, hugging a pillow pitifully. "Wife, I'm scared."
Wu Peng-peng gave him a helpless look and patted the empty space beside the bed. "Come and sleep."
He Qian-shan immediately threw the idea of being a mature adult out of the window. He rushed over and lay down.