Chapter 55 (Fifty-Five-One Update)

55:

Mu Shaoyan was at a loss for words when he saw her. "Mu Shaoting, you'd better know you're an elder!"

Mu Shaoting stuck her tongue out at him, "What's it to you?"

"I don't care about you, I care about Xiaoxi."

"Then it's not your place to interfere today. Come on, Xiaoxi, say goodbye to your uncle."

Ye Qingxi looked at Mu Shaoyan, raised her hand and waved to him, "Goodnight, Uncle."

Mu Shaoyan: ...

Mu Shaoyan could only say, "Goodnight to you too."

"And another thing! Ignore your aunt, let her sleep by herself. You want to coax her? How dare she?!"

"I have no shame," Mu Shaoting scoffed.

After humming, she carried Ye Qingxi out the door, disappearing from Mu Shaoyan's sight.

Mu Shaoyan was speechless.

However, he still understood Mu Shaoting, knowing that she was probably just saying it, and that when it came to bedtime, she would most likely be the one to coax Ye Qingxi.

Therefore, he didn't pursue the matter further.

Mu Shaoyan closed the door, walked back to his desk, and continued memorizing the classical Chinese texts he hadn't memorized before.

He was reciting it when it suddenly dawned on him: Wait a minute, Ye Qingxi is gone, she's not checking him anymore, so what is he still reciting it for?!

Mu Shaoyan quickly got up and stretched his muscles.

Oh my god, he's exhausted. It's been so long since he's memorized classical Chinese poems and prose. This sudden recitation is really testing his memory.

Honestly, it's all Pei Liang's fault. Why did he have to make that bet with his nephew? If he hadn't made it, none of this would have happened!

You asked him why he didn't blame Ye Qingxi.

Mu Shaoyan: What's so strange about his little nephew? Ye Qingxi thinks he was able to get into A University entirely because of her trust in him!

The other person's cousin could do it, and he thought his capable uncle could do it too.

This only shows that in his nephew's heart, he is a remarkable person, and that his nephew thinks he is excellent. How could he possibly blame him?!

Mu Shaoyan sat down on the sofa, quickly took out his phone, selected his favorite hero, and started playing the game.

To be honest, playing video games suits him better; it's much more interesting than memorizing classical Chinese texts.

On the other side, Mu Shaoting carried Ye Qingxi back to Mu Feng's bedroom and turned on the lights.

Mu Feng was still in the study when Mu Shaoting offered, "Xiao Xi, shall your aunt help you take a bath?"

Ye Qingxi: !!

Ye Qingxi quickly refused, "I can wash myself."

Mu Shaoting asked with some doubt, "Really? You used to wash yourself all the time?"

Ye Qingxi nodded.

He slept with Mu Feng this week, and he did indeed shower by himself.

As for sleeping with Mu Shaowu, that was before that.

"Alright," Mu Shaoting agreed when she heard him say that. "Then Auntie will draw you a bath."

"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.

The two went into the bathroom together. Mu Shaoting prepared the bathwater for him and couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you don't need your aunt to help you bathe?"

Ye Qingxi shook her head and waved at her.

Mu Shaoting then left with no other choice.

She walked out of the bathroom and sat down on a small sofa not far away.

I was originally planning to give Ye Qingxi a bath.

Surprisingly, the child didn't use it.

She's really quite independent.

Mu Shaoting took out his phone, reading a novel while waiting for Ye Qingxi to come out.

Ye Qingxi washed up quickly and finished in no time before going out.

He held a hairdryer in his hand, raised it and waved it, "Auntie, help me dry my hair."

Looking at his fair and tender face, which looked like pudding after his shower, Mu Shaoting couldn't help but kiss him twice.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? !!!

Mu Shaoting laughed, feeling that he no longer resembled a small watermelon, but rather a tender pink peach, making one want to take a bite.

However, Mu Shaoting couldn't bear to bite his pretty little face, so she took the hair dryer from Ye Qingxi and said with a smile, "Okay."

She then wiped the water droplets off the surface of the little peach in front of her.

Mu Shaoting touched Ye Qingxi's hair. To be honest, it was really clean, with no shampoo residue at all.

She turned on the hairdryer, set it to a gentle setting, and carefully began to blow-dry Ye Qingxi's hair.

After her hair was dried, Ye Qingxi climbed into bed.

Mu Shaoting sat on the edge of the bed and said to him, "Today, Auntie will tell you the story of 'The Three Little Pigs'."

Ye Qingxi nodded.

Mu Shaoting bent down to look at him and said softly, "A long, long time ago, in a faraway forest, there lived a mother pig and her three children..."

Ye Qingxi listened quietly. Unlike Mu Feng's concise and emotionless words, Mu Shaoting was clearly more suited to telling bedtime stories.

She tells her stories vividly and interestingly, sometimes even deliberately changing her voice or using gestures to make the stories more engaging.

One day, a big gray wolf came to the boss's house. The boss saw it and was so frightened that he quickly hid in the straw hut. The big gray wolf chased it outside, chuckling as it said—

Mu Shaoting changed his tone, becoming arrogant: "You think a straw hut can stop me? Watch me blow the door open!"

"So, the big bad wolf 'whoosh whoosh whoosh'—" Mu Shaoting puffed out his cheeks and blew several times, "and sure enough, he blew the door open."

"The boss was so scared that he ran out the window, shouting—" Mu Shaoting changed his voice again, "Help! Help!"

"He ran to the second son's house."

Ye Qingxi looked at her lively expression and listened to her constantly changing tone of voice.

The bedside lamp fell, illuminating her delicate face, as if veiling her in a gentle mist.

Ye Qingxi suddenly felt that she looked a lot like her mother.

Not his mother, but the "mother" that the word "mother" represents.

He thought that Mu Shaoting would definitely be a good mother in the future.

She will love her child very much, tell him bedtime stories, gently coax him, and patiently accompany him.

She will be a good mother, a lovable mother.

Ye Qingxi gazed at her quietly, her heart softening.

After Mu Shaoting finished telling the story of "The Three Little Pigs," seeing that he was still awake, he said, "I'll tell you another story."

Ye Qingxi nodded.

This time, Mu Shaoting told him the story of "The Little Horse Crossing the River".

She told the story with great enthusiasm, and Ye Qingxi felt happy too as she watched her joyful face as she told the story.

He slowly closed his eyes in this happy mood.

Seeing that he was asleep, Mu Shaoting lowered her voice.

"Xiao Xi?" she called softly.

Ye Qingxi did not answer.

It seems she really is asleep.

Mu Shaoting tucked the blanket around him and left quietly.

That night, Ye Qingxi slept soundly. He dreamed of his home, not the Mu family, not the home of the "Ye Qingxi" in his current body, but his real home.

He stood at his doorstep, looking at the door, but hesitated to step inside.

Just as he was about to leave, the door opened from the inside, and Mu Shaoting appeared in front of him, smiling, "You're back."

Ye Qingxi was somewhat taken aback.

Mu Shaoting waved, "Come in, the food is ready, we've been waiting for you."

Ye Qingxi looked at her, then walked in, confused and bewildered.

Everything in the house was the same as usual—the same furniture, the same rooms. Only the lighting had changed. It was no longer the pale, cold, and eerie white he remembered, but a warm, sun-kissed yellow that seemed to be baking his skin.

Mu Shaowu carried the dishes out of the kitchen.

Mu Shaoyan was playing a game with his red hair trimmed with gold.

The study door opened, and Mu Feng walked out, with a fluffy white ball of fur at his feet.

"Dinner's ready," Mu Shaoting said.

So, Mu Shaoyan put away his phone and walked to the dining table.

Mu Feng also sat down with the fluffy little thing at his feet.

Ye Qingxi found it strange and unbelievable.

"Come here, Xiaoxi, quick, Mom made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today." Mu Shaoting said gently.

Mother? !

Ye Qingxi was surprised. Wasn't Mu Shaoting his aunt?

"Quick, Xiaoxi, Daddy made your favorite garlic vermicelli shrimp today too," Mu Shaowu said with a smile.

Ye Qingxi breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Mu Shaowu was still her father.

"Xiao Xi, what are you standing there for? Do you want your brother to come and hug you?" Mu Shaoyan said, standing up.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

What brother? Isn't he his uncle?!

"Xiao Xi, come here." This time it was Mu Feng who spoke.

Ye Qingxi asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"You silly child, how come you don't even recognize your own grandfather?" Mu Shaowu said, both amused and exasperated.

Ye Qingxi was relieved. Thank goodness, his grandfather was still his grandfather.

He walked over and sat down at the dining table.

Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaowu kept putting food on his plate.

Mu Shaoyan then told him about his experiences at school.

While eating, Mu Feng scolded Mu Shaoyan, telling him to dye his hair back to its original color. Mu Shaoyan refused to comply, which made Mu Feng punish him by making him face the wall to reflect on his mistakes before he even finished his meal.

Ye Qingxi quickly tried to dissuade him.

As he was trying to persuade them, he suddenly felt a soft, furry touch at his feet.

Ye Qingxi looked down, and the little white ball of fur rubbed against his feet.

Like the most common five-person family.

They seemed like the most ordinary family.

Ye Qingxi couldn't help but laugh.

The little dumpling at his feet tugged at his pants and climbed higher and higher until it reached his shoulder and licked his face.

Ye Qingxi raised her hand to wipe her face, wanting to lift it off her shoulder, but felt it lick her again.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi looked at the little dumpling clinging to his shoulder, tilting its head and gazing at him.

Then, just like that.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? ?

No, the kitten on his shoulder didn't move at all!

Ye Qingxi opened her eyes in confusion.

Then I saw a fluffy white thing next to my pillow.

Marshmallow tilted her kitten head and was diligently licking her hair.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi: !!

Ye Qingxi sat up abruptly, picked up her kitten, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Why are you still licking my fur?"

Cotton Candy was held by him, and she moved around in his arms, adjusting to a position she liked, lying down and letting him hold her.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi was once again left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

He stroked the kitten in his arms, thinking about his dream.

Honestly, how could I have such a dream? Ye Qingxi found it somewhat amusing.

Perhaps it's because Mu Shaoting really resembled a mother last night, Ye Qingxi thought, so he unconsciously wished that this was his mother.

Just as he subconsciously hoped that Mu Shaowu was his biological father, Mu Feng was his biological grandfather, and Mu Shaoyan...

Ye Qingxi smiled; he looked more like her older brother.

Ye Qingxi stroked the warm, soft kitten in his arms, feeling a light, almost untouchable happiness in his heart.

"Baby, I think I have a home now," he silently told his kitten.

It looks like a seedling.

A vine growing from the desert.

A flower bud blooming in the parched saline soil.

Ye Qingxi dared not make a loud noise, for fear of disturbing this fragile life.

I'm afraid of him, I can't hold him.