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Little Ancestor
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“Senior Brother, in this lifetime, Wan'er is fated never to be your bride, and I have no face to return to Ziwan Villa. I only ask that you take good care of this child for the sake of our past affection…”
Su Wan'er, dressed in red, remained stunningly beautiful, but her married woman's hairstyle felt like a sharp thorn piercing Shen Mozui's heart.
Shen Mozui gazed at the weeping beauty before him, her tears flowing like rain on a pear blossom. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the jade flute, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
After a long while, he finally squeezed out a word through clenched teeth: “Alright.”
*
The current lord of Ziwan Villa, Danqing Gongzi Shen Mozui, was known for his exceptional talents in both literature and martial arts.
However, at over thirty years of age, he had yet to marry.
For years, rumors circulated in the martial world. Some said that Master Shen was deeply engrossed in painting and martial arts, completely uninterested in romance; others claimed that Master Shen had high standards and few women could catch his eye.
Even more outrageous were the rumors that Master Shen simply did not like women at all…
“Nonsense!”
Suddenly, a furious shout erupted from the study.
Shen Mozui's face turned red with anger. In a fit of rage, he tore apart the landscape painting he had just completed.
“Old man, are you angry?”
A delicate little girl was playing with the pink satin ribbon in her hair. She looked up at Shen Mozui with her bright, lively eyes and a cheerful smile.
“Su Xiaonan! Which daughter would dare to ask her father if he is a broken sleeve.
Shen Mozui struggled to suppress the anger boiling within him, the impulse to grab her and give her a good beating surging in his heart.
"But everyone is saying that... I heard from Xiao Linzi that there are people secretly running underground gambling rings down the mountain, betting on whether you like the second son of the Murong Family more or that sixth disciple of the Wudang Sect."
Sigh, old man, the stakes have risen to five to one! As the saying goes, "Good water should not flow to outsiders." Just tell me honestly, which one is truly your lover, Murong Er or Wudang Six?
Lover?!
Zheng...
Shen Mozui felt the last nerve in his brain snap with a resounding "pop."
He couldn't help but lament inwardly about what sins he had committed in his past life to deserve such a Little Demon Star sent by heaven to torment him!
Looking back, even when she was just a baby, she was never easy to handle.
She could cry for six hours straight without stopping, forcing him to give up sleep and walk around the garden with her in his arms late at night just to soothe her.
At six years old, in an effort to avoid learning how to paint, she ruined countless high-quality silk fabric canvases overnight, turning them into ropes as if she were going to hang herself.
By ten, she climbed trees and threw spiky chestnuts at passersby, injuring dozens of men and women of all ages. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and take her door-to-door to apologize, wearing a forced smile all the while...
The more Shen Mozui thought about it, the angrier he became. He slammed his palm on the table with a loud bang and then held his forehead, falling silent as he felt utterly drained, as if all his strength had been siphoned away.
After a long silence, he suddenly felt someone gently tugging at his sleeve.
Looking up, he saw a face that mixed three parts charm with two parts grievance: "Old man, Xiaonan is hungry."
Su Xiaonan carefully observed his expression while playfully tugging at his sleeve like a little kitten, gently swaying back and forth.
Looking at the face that resembled Su Wan'er so closely, Shen Mozui felt his heart soften suddenly, and his expression relaxed significantly. "If only you could be half as well-behaved as your mother was back in the day, it would save me a lot of worry..."
Shen Mozui shook his head helplessly with a sigh, then called over a servant and instructed, "Let’s serve the meal."
"I'm hungry! Let's eat!"
Su Xiaonan cheered, bouncing like a joyful little bird as she skipped toward the dining hall. The ribbon in her hair danced in the wind, as if celebrating her happiness.
Watching her lively figure, Shen Mozui shook his head in resignation and turned to the butler. "Fu Bo, Xiaonan has been coughing a lot lately. After dinner, please send someone to the backyard to pick some fresh loquat leaves and stew them with rock sugar for her to drink. Make sure to add plenty of sugar; this child has always hated bitter things."
Fu Bo nodded, his tone filled with nostalgia. "Isn't she just like her mother? I still remember when Miss Wan refused to drink her medicine because it was too bitter. She would secretly pour it out in the flowerbed every day, and ended up killing a fine Butterfly Orchid, which made Old Master quite heartbroken... It feels like just yesterday."
"Just like?" Shen Mozui murmured softly, his gaze gradually darkening, deep as an ink-black abyss.
"No, she must never... be just like her mother."
Both fleeing, both abandoning.
He knew he couldn't bear another wound like that.
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