[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 167)

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Chapter 167 Qing'er's Love for Her Father

If he was really bored, Qing'er was still his crutch; with his right hand on hers, he could manage to walk a few steps in the courtyard and

clear his head.

That day, Xiao Fang was out running errands again, and Wu Yue and Qing'er hitched a ride along. When they

returned, it was already noon. Wu Yue's stomach was growling with hunger. Looking around, there wasn't a single shop,

let alone a restaurant. He said with regret, "I originally wanted to buy some good food to treat

this girl while we were out, but it seems money is useless here!"

Qing'er took his arm and said, "I'm fine. The things Brother Fang brought are quite good. But

I'm afraid you won't be used to them?"

According to Xiao Fang, these Yehe tribespeople lived by hunting and herding, their lifestyle was very simple, and they didn't have

much to trade. Every household's food and utensils were similar. Xiao Fang also told him that

after each hunt, the spoils are divided among the villagers. Nobles, the elderly living alone, and children receive

larger portions, while the rest share equally. The villagers don't have a strong concept of private property, so inter-tribal

trade is rare.

Finally, Xiao Fang laughed, "Money is indeed useless in Yehebao, but if you want a treat, that's no

problem . Just follow me." He then drove the two men in an oxcart into a house.

A young, strong man was chopping wood in the yard with an axe. Seeing the three enter, he quickly

greeted Xiao Fang and invited them into the main hall. The burly man chuckled and mumbled a lot of things in his native tongue, which Wuyue couldn't understand.

Xiao Fang turned to him and smiled, "He's inviting us to dinner. That's how people are here; they just

walk into , sit down, and eat. They're very hospitable!"

A little while later, a similarly robust young woman brought over a large earthenware pot. Behind her was a

little boy of about three or four years old, with a broad face and big eyes like many of the children here, resembling a lucky charm in a painting—

very cute. Wuyue and Qing'er both liked him and started playing with the child. The woman then brought over several wooden plates, scooping food from the broth in

the pot and placing it on each person's plate.

Wuyue glanced up and saw a large piece of boiled white meat on the plate, white with a reddish tinge and steaming hot. It had both lean and fatty parts,

but she couldn't tell if it was mutton, pork, or some other kind of meat.

Sensing his confusion, Xiao Fang chuckled, "This is roe deer meat, a wild animal hunted in the mountains.

It Eat up, it's delicious!"

Seeing the burly man gesture with an invitation, Wu Yue, without chopsticks or a knife, grabbed

a piece of roe deer meat from the plate and began to gnaw. The young woman fed a piece of meat to the little boy, her eyes full of affection.

Wu Yue and Xiao Fang didn't stand on ceremony and started eating as well. Xiao Fang was right; roe deer were rarely seen in the Central Plains. At least, he

had never seen roe deer meat served in restaurants when he was traveling. Yet, he often saw it in the Mu Yun Manor.

When he ate with his wife, it was served almost every few days. She always said that eating this kind of meat would help him grow taller and forced him to eat it, but

it really didn't suit his stomach. He often sulked and refused to eat, preferring to go hungry, and even got beaten several times for it.

Now, facing the same food, prepared much more crudely, he still ate

with relish . Qing'er helped the young woman feed her child. Once everyone at the table had almost finished eating, the young woman picked up

her plate and sat down, urging Qing'er to eat as well.

Qing'er asked the young woman for a small knife, cut off a third of the meat from her plate, ate it, and then turned

to Xiao Fang with a naive expression, asking, "Brother Fang, can I take the rest?"

Xiao Fang nodded and smiled, "Of course."

He asked the burly man for a small piece of clean animal hide to wrap it up for her, saying, "Animal hides are much more common than cloth here

."

Wu Yue felt it was very impolite to be a guest in a stranger's house, not only eating their food but also taking theirs. He

glared at her disapprovingly, "Is this for your father?"

Qing'er nodded, and he couldn't say anything more. Although her behavior was foolish, her filial piety was

beyond reproach .

Afterwards, the three bid farewell to the hunter and spent the afternoon wandering around the castle before returning home. That evening, Wu Yue held the bones Xiao Fang

had brought him. He was getting tired of eating them every day and was about to gnaw on them when Qing'er quickly took out the piece of roe deer meat and

handed it to him.

He asked in surprise, "Wasn't this left for your father? How can I..."

Qing'er forced it into his hand, her eyes red-rimmed, and said, "You eat it, it was meant for you."

He looked at Qing'er, puzzled. She nodded at him and whispered, "You treat me

almost the same way ."

He stopped talking and began to eat heartily. Qing'er leaned against him, watching him eat blankly.

He turned his head and frowned, saying, "What are you doing? Staring at me like that, how can I eat?"

Qing'er murmured, "I remember you said, young master, that your child is already in your wife's belly. Do you hope it will be

a boy or a girl?"

He hadn't really thought about this question seriously. After a long pause, he mumbled while gnawing, "If it's a son

, he can inherit his father's business. As for a daughter, she's clever and obedient, which is also quite good. So, either way is fine!"

Qing'er said, "A daughter can inherit her father's business too! That's what I am!"

Wu Yue chuckled, almost spitting out the bits of meat in his mouth, "Don't be

ridiculous. Taking over your father's begging bowl and continuing his begging career counts as inheritance? Hehe~ That's hilarious!"

Qing'er glared at him, "Don't always look down on people like that, okay? One day I'll make you..." Then,

realizing it was inappropriate, she quickly stopped talking, pinched her arm, and winced in pain.

Wu Yue said, "I've always kept in mind Zhuge Liang's adage 'caution is the best policy,' and I've never dared to underestimate anyone.

But you…" He shook his head and sighed repeatedly, appearing utterly hopeless.

Xiao Fang had a lot to do and little time to chat with him. He and Qing'er had nothing to say to each other. After dinner,

they spent half an hour meditating and practicing, feeling bored in their room, so they went to bed early.

While lack of sleep can cause dizziness, lying in bed all day, with nothing but random thoughts and

sleep, is equally unpleasant. They feel dizzy and have many strange dreams at night.

Wu Yue is no exception; some dreams terrify him, some sadden him, and some

baffle .

Recently, Qing'er, like him, has also been having nightmares and sleeping restlessly. In the middle of the night, he was again disturbed by soft sobbing…

A sound woke him. In the darkness, he heard Qing'er sobbing and calling for her father. He reached out and shook

her , but she didn't respond for a long time. Her sobs grew more and more heartbreaking,

and he knew she was having a nightmare again. Knowing how terrible nightmares could be, he quickly crawled over and patted her face, calling, "Wake up, little girl! Wake up!"

After calling her several times, Qing'er's constantly trembling shoulders calmed down a little. He didn't know if she was awake or not.

She turned over in a daze and snuggled into his arms, still sobbing and murmuring, "Father... my father

..."

He would be a father in less than six months. After Qing'er mentioned it once, he had often

imagined what his child would look like after birth. Qing'er's clingy appearance awakened his fatherly love, and

he couldn't help but cherish her even more.

He called her name a few more times, and Qing'er seemed to wake up a little. Half asleep, she nestled in his arms and sobbed, "

Young Master , is that you?"

He said with heartache, "Yes, of course it's me. You had another nightmare. Did you dream about your father?"

Qing'er murmured, "Young Master, I... I miss you so much..."

Wu Yue: "Miss what?"

Qing'er looked up at him blankly. Her face was blurry in the darkness, as was his.

She murmured, "I... I miss calling you Father so much... These days, fleeing with you, it feels

like I've gone back to the days when I was with my father. Serving you is like fulfilling my filial duty to my father. It's so happy

and fulfilling..."

Wu Yue smiled faintly. This kind of life is happiness? Unable to suppress his paternal instincts, he said indulgently, "Call

me whatever you want, my good daughter."

"Daddy~" Her voice was sweet and soft, with a hint of coquetry, making his bones melt. He couldn't help but

tighten his grip on her petite body, murmuring, "My good daughter, Daddy will love you dearly, just like your own father

..."

Qing'er leaned close to her dark, dirty little face and murmured as if in a dream, "Daddy,

can you kiss your daughter?"

In the darkness, only outlines were visible, and no matter how dirty or clean a face was, it all looked the same. The outlines were quite nice,

so this dark, messy face gradually transformed in his eyes into the pink face of his unborn daughter.

He couldn't help but give her two kisses on the cheeks, one on each side, and her body trembled slightly.

His heart ached. The pain of losing her father had been too much for this child; she hadn't yet emerged from that

traumatic experience, and he sensed she might have a severe Oedipus complex…

“Father, do you love your daughter?” A soft, plaintive murmur echoed in the darkness.

“Of course I love my dear daughter! What parent doesn't love their child?” He closed his eyes, speaking to his unborn daughter in

his mind .

Qing'er's dreamlike voice echoed in the room: "Father... I love you so much! I want to be by

your side, to be loved by you for the rest of my life... Please don't leave me again, okay?"

Her father in heaven opened his arms, looking at her with loving eyes. She threw herself into his embrace,

overwhelmed with The embrace of her dream and the embrace of reality were both so warm and comforting, gradually overlapping, bringing her a

sense of peace and joy. She had always been used to falling asleep in such an embrace since childhood...

He patted her body, "Okay... you can continue sleeping, I'm here, don't be afraid..." "Some people say that a daughter is her father's partner in a past life, don't you think so? I feel so connected with you, maybe I really was your daughter

in a past life ..." These were her last words before falling asleep. 　　His heart skipped a beat. A past life? Could she be Feng Li from his dream, reincarnated to find him? Oh dear— how could this be? Why would Feng Li wait so many years to think of reincarnating to find him? 　　His eyelids grew heavy, and his consciousness began to fade 　　　...

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