Chapter 403 Manluo, do you hate us father and son so much?

The bridal chamber was filled with romantic atmosphere, while the front hall was brightly lit, with guests toasting and laughing.

Yin'er was tired from playing, so she was taken back to the back house by her wet nurse and maids to rest.

Watching Yin'er being carried away, Manluo walked alone to the backyard of the palace.

It was late at night and the garden was quiet, with only the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.

She walked to the swing and sat down. She pushed her feet lightly and the swing began to swing slowly.

At this moment, her heart was filled with emotion.

Tonight, she witnessed her best friend's wedding with her own eyes. Seeing Xiyan wearing her wedding dress, her heart was filled with blessings. She hoped from the bottom of her heart that Xiyan would be able to live in peace and happiness from now on, without having to suffer any grievances.

In fact, deep down in her heart, she had always hoped that Xiyan and Xiao Nanyan could reconcile.

After all, Xiao Nanyan is her master. If he hadn't rescued her and taught her martial arts nine years ago, how could she be where she is today?

As an outsider, she could see clearly: Xiyan loved Xiao Nanyan, but the knot in her heart was too deep, making her unable to move on from that hurdle in her heart. Even though they were married now, it was out of helplessness, not their own wish.

But Manluo always believed that as long as there was Yin'er as a bond, as long as they still cared about each other, those barriers would one day be eliminated.

After all, love is so deep, how can it be broken off just like that?

Just like... her and Chu Jin.

Looking back on the past two months, it seems like a dream.

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So, what exactly happened to Manluo and Chu Jin in the past two months?

It turned out that on the day when the formation was broken at Qixing Mountain, Chu Jin suddenly appeared and disrupted all of Manluo's plans. In order to avoid being entangled by Chu Jin, she had to slip away.

This time, Chu Jin was determined to catch up with her. He held Yue'er and chased her relentlessly, always keeping a distance.

Until Chu Jin, holding Yue'er, chased to a narrow mountain stream, where there was only a dilapidated wooden bridge.

Manluo had just stepped onto the bridge and taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a crisp sound and the wooden board under her feet broke.

She was terrified, and as her body fell, she subconsciously grabbed the broken bridge cable near the rock wall. Her whole body was hanging in the air, with a bottomless mountain stream below her.

When the cold wind blew, the iron chain shook violently, and her body swung back and forth, which was extremely dangerous.

"Manluo!"

Chu Jin's voice came with fear. He had already chased to the bridge with Yue'er in his arms. Seeing this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Originally, he wanted to rush over to pull her up, but he was still holding the child in his arms. If he was not careful, they would fall off the cliff together.

In a hurry, he suddenly shook out the flying claw chain at his waist, and the iron chain flew towards Manluo with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"pay close attention!"

Manluo was quick-witted and quick-handed. She freed one hand and grabbed the chain head tightly.

Chu Jin used his strong internal strength to stabilize his body, tensed the muscles in his arms, and struggled with her who was hanging in the air. The iron chain was instantly pulled straight, making a rustling sound.

He stepped back step by step, and finally dragged her back to the bridge.

As soon as they landed, Chu Jin dragged her to a meadow farther away from the mountain stream without saying a word, and then he let go of her arms. However, his own palms were already covered with bloody marks from the iron chain.

Manluo sat down on the ground, her chest heaving, gasping for breath, her face pale, obviously she had not recovered from the shock just now.

"Manluo, you hate me so much, do you also dislike Yue'er?"

Chu Jin squatted down, his tone was angry and anxious, with fear and grievance in his eyes:

"Just now, you almost died. If you fell, I would hold Yue'er and jump down to find you!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his left arm, and regardless of her struggles, he hugged her tightly in his arms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

Little Chu Yue, who was frightened, was already holding back his energy. Moreover, he hadn't eaten for a while, so he was hungry and scared. The novelty of the chase he had felt earlier was gone without a trace, and he burst into tears with a "wow".

Chu Jin then let go of Manluo, untied the baby carrier, and stuffed the child into Manluo's arms, with a hint of complaint on his face:

"Look at yourself. Yue'er is your flesh and blood, and you don't feel sorry for him at all? He hasn't eaten in two hours just to pursue you."

Manluo looked down at her chubby son in her arms. The little guy's face was red from crying. He kept burying his little head in her arms, and his little hands were grabbing her clothes randomly, as if looking for comfort. He looked really pitiful.

Her heart softened, and she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but she still glared at Chu Jin and scolded him:

"Who told you to keep chasing me? You've caused your child to starve. What's the point of looking for me now? I don't have any milk!"

Having said that, she subconsciously hugged Yue'er tighter and patted his back gently to comfort him.

Chu Jin stared at her high breasts, his eyes dimming slightly:

"This couple is really flashy."

However, when he saw that she had finally softened her attitude towards the child, his tense jawline relaxed slightly:

"Soul Killer and the others are nearby. Let's go find him. The wet nurse is here too. The child has been caught in the mountain wind for so long. Look at his red face. Don't be sick."

Manluo was shocked and reached out to touch Yue'er's forehead. It was indeed a little hot, and she suddenly felt a little regretful.

After all, it was her own flesh and blood. A trace of embarrassment passed across her face, but her tone did not show any weakness:

"Then stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."