Chen An looked at the widow in front of him.

She looked to be in her early thirties. Although her appearance was not as attractive as the three wives and concubines at home, her curvy figure was particularly attractive, and she exuded the scent of an experienced young woman.

He had some impression of this widow. She was a nun named Mo Lifang who lived in room number six on the right.

Her husband was a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he died on the battlefield a few days ago.

Now they only have a three-year-old son to depend on.

"Master Chen?"

Seeing that Chen An had not responded for a long time, Mo Lifang could not help but pursed her sexy red lips which were specially painted with rouge, and said softly with a pitiful look on her face.

Chen An only likes virgin girls, so he could only smile and decline, "Friend Mo, are you planning to change your career and become a matchmaker? Introduce some women to me to make some extra money?"

"Unfortunately, I am living in a tight financial situation right now, and I have no intention of taking a concubine for the time being."

"When I have an idea in the future, I will come to help Friend Mo."

He gave Mo Lifang some face and walked right past her after saying this, not wanting to get entangled with her any further.

However, the other party didn't care about his face at all. When he saw him leaving, he immediately pulled his son to chase him, walked around in front of him and stopped him from leaving, saying with a miserable face:

"Master Chen, you should know that my husband died on the battlefield a few days ago, leaving us, an orphan and a widow, to depend on each other."

"With my cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining, it is really difficult to survive in this core area."

"While I'm still young and can give birth to a man, I want to find myself another family."

As she said this, Mo Lifang knelt down with a plop and begged humbly, "Master Chen Dan, please be kind and take us in."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the moment Mo Lifang knelt down, the two buttons on her lapel suddenly fell off with a click, revealing a bit of her proud capital.

It appears and disappears, very tempting.

Chen An was not tempted, but felt a little disgusted. He smiled and declined again, "Friend Mo Dao, I am really busy with my own life now, and I have no ability to take you two in."

"By the way, I recently saw that Fellow Daoist Zhang, who lives in house number three in the same alley, and Fellow Daoist Xu, who lives in house number nine, are both looking for wives and concubines for themselves."

"If Daoist Mo wants to find a family to rely on, you can contact these two to find out more."

"Friend Mo is so beautiful, I believe he will definitely take you two in."

Chen An suggested kindly.

But after hearing what he said, Mo Lifang couldn't help but frown.

She had known about this fellow Daoist Zhang and fellow Daoist Xu.

Not only is he ugly, he also often does not treat his wives and concubines as human beings.

At the very least, they would be scolded; at the worst, they would be beaten.

As a widow with a child, she would definitely suffer if she married him.

Regardless of anything else, life will definitely not be as comfortable as before.

But Chen An is different.

Not only is he handsome, he is also a respected alchemist.

Moreover, he treated his wives and concubines with respect and did not at all despise the fact that his wife was an ordinary woman.

Since he doesn't even despise an ordinary woman, he certainly won't despise a widow who has a child but is still a female cultivator after all.

Besides, many men like married women.

Therefore, in many cases, the identity of a widow is not necessarily a demerit, but may even be a plus.

As luck would have it, Chen An had taken an older concubine, Wen Zhiyun, some time ago.

All signs indicate that he should be a generous man who likes other people's wives.

Based on this, Mo Lifang decided to pester Chen An and said with a pitiful look:

"Master Chen Dan, I have been a wife for more than ten years and a mother for three years. Whether it is serving a man or taking care of a child, I am very good at it."

"Master Chen Dan, you have a daughter, and I have a son. If we live under the same roof, the two children will have a companion. During this special period when they cannot go out, they will not be too lonely."

"Master Chen, please be kind enough to take us in because we are mother and son and we are pitiful."

"My son is only three years old. He can't be without a father at such a young age."

"We, mother and son, kowtow to you!"

After saying that, Mo Lifang asked her son to kneel down as well, and held his head down, asking him to kowtow to Chen An with her.

Bringing a baby to a blind date, she turned a minus point into a plus point, and she is an expert at using moral blackmail. This widow is really good at speaking out...

Chen An shook his head, not even thinking about helping the mother and son up. He just said, "Friend Mo, you should find someone else. Goodbye," and walked around the two of them and left quickly.

Although this widow surnamed Mo is very attractive, she is a person with too many ulterior motives. Taking her in is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.

It is true that Chen An is lustful, but he is not so lustful that he cannot even weigh the pros and cons.

"Mom, it hurts!"

“My head hurts!”

“Wuwuwu…”

The three-year-old boy got a bump on his forehead and cried out in pain.

Mo Lifang quickly rubbed his forehead with her hands and comforted him, "Don't cry, Dabao, it doesn't hurt, mommy will rub it for you."

While comforting him, she looked at Chen An who was gradually moving away in front of her, then looked at her son in her arms, and realized that the reason why she had failed in the hookup just now might be because she had a burden.

Otherwise, how could Chen An not be moved at all, not even offering a helping hand, when his own son had just kowtowed with him? This was not in line with his personality at all.

Thinking of this, Mo Lifang, who originally had a kind face, gradually showed signs of struggle. She looked at her son in her arms with less heartache and more indifference.

She pulled up her still sobbing son and led him to a woods ahead.

"Don't cry, Dabao. Mommy will take you to pick snakeberries."

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The other side.

Chen An has returned home.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my daughter Chen Yuejian squatting on the ground picking flowers and grass.

I'm just playing around by myself.

Looks quite lonely.

"Fortunately, Yun'er is already pregnant. When the baby is born, the two children can become playmates."

Chen An murmured with a look of relief.

But soon, his brows frowned slightly.

In these short two years, his life has undergone tremendous changes.

From being a loner who could feed the whole family with one person’s food, he has now become the head of a family of five, taking care of three wives and concubines and a daughter.

In another ten months, when Wen Zhiyun's baby is born, they will be a family of six.

Three wives and concubines, and two young children.

And now, the world outside is becoming more and more chaotic day by day.

With his current cultivation level of only the eighth level of Qi Refining, it would be extremely difficult for him to protect this family well.

"After half a month, I became a second-level alchemist."

"Within two years, become a great foundation-building expert."

"Only when these two goals are achieved can I have enough ability to protect my wife and daughter."

Chen An thought secretly in his heart, and suddenly became full of motivation.

At this time, Chen Yue, who was squatting on the ground playing with flowers and plants, saw him and immediately ran over with a smile on her face, opened her arms towards him and said in a crisp voice:

"Daddy, hug me!"

"Okay, give my little Yuejian a hug."

Chen An picked up his tiny daughter and rubbed her little face with his bearded chin, making her giggle.

He looked at his daughter's smiling face and felt her increasing weight, and he couldn't help feeling happy in his heart.

The slight annoyance caused by the pressure of survival just now disappeared in an instant.

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(End of this chapter)