“That’s right,” Han Feng said with certainty. “Think about it, even the Moon Goddess Organization has so many strongholds overseas. How could the Moon Enchantress Clan, who are like maggots clinging to the bone, not have any backup plans?”
"So what's our next step?" Liu Xiaoran asked.
Han Feng stroked his chin and said, "Let's wake her up first, then send her back to R country. That way, those people won't dare to make any rash moves."
After discussing with the others for a while, Han Feng took Su Wanwan home, as he had promised to have dinner with his parents that day.
---This is the dividing line---
The lights of the Kyoto Huafu villa district shone warmly in the night. Han Feng pushed open the door of Villa No. 3, and was greeted by the rich aroma of braised pork and the laughter of his parents.
"Dad, Mom, we're back."
Two heads popped out of the kitchen. Father Han held a spatula, soy sauce stains still clinging to his nose; Mother Han clutched a bunch of scallions, her eyes instantly lighting up: "Son!"
Su Wanwan followed the aroma into the kitchen, leaving Han Feng alone in the entryway.
Han Feng was shaking his head and smiling wryly when, in the next second, his mother hugged him tightly. The familiar scent of laundry detergent made his tense nerves relax involuntarily. Han's father, feigning jealousy, said, "Oh dear, with our son back, my husband's been left unattended."
"Stop being so glib!" Han's mother turned and glared at her husband. "Your braised pork is going to burn!"
Han's father yelled and rushed back to the kitchen, leaving Han Feng and his mother to look at each other and laugh. In the living room, Liu Mengran was arranging flowers, while Dongfang Wantang was looking at something on her astrologer. When they saw Han Feng return, their eyes lit up at the same time.
"Was everything alright?" Liu Mengran asked softly, handing over a cup of warm honey water.
Han Feng took the water glass, their fingertips brushing against each other unintentionally: "Yes, Aya Ikegami's condition has stabilized."
Su Wanwan then bounced over from the kitchen and tugged at his sleeve: "Uncle said he's going to show off his sweet and sour pork ribs! I tasted them for you, and they're super delicious!"
Dongfang Wantang stood quietly to the side, but the concern in her eyes was undisguised. Han Feng ruffled Su Wanwan's hair and smiled at the three girls: "Are you starving? Let me wash my hands and we'll eat."
In the restroom, Han Feng stared at himself in the mirror—there were faint dark circles under his eyes, and his lips looked stiff from being tense for so long. He scooped up some cold water and splashed it on his face, trying to wash away the traces left by the battlefield.
"Son." Han's mother appeared at the doorway unnoticed, handing him a clean towel. "Don't overwork yourself."
Those three simple words made Han Feng's throat tighten. His mother's eyes were still so clear, as if they could see through all his pretenses. He took the towel and said softly, "It's alright, I can handle it."
Han's mother reached out and smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, asking nothing. This is a mother's wisdom—knowing what her son is carrying, yet choosing silent support instead of pressing for answers.
At the dinner table, Mr. Han enthusiastically opened a bottle of Moutai he had treasured for many years: "Come on! Tonight, let's drink until we drop!"
"Dad, your alcohol tolerance is..." Han Feng hadn't finished speaking when his glass was already full.
As it turned out, Han Feng's worries were justified. After three cups, Han's father's face was as red as a boiled crab, and he began to slur his words as he recounted his "heroic deeds" in Longyuan when he was young—of course, omitting all the confidential details.
"...That kid even tried to ambush me! But I countered with a Dragon Tail Swing..." Father Han gestured, almost knocking over the soup bowl.
Han's mother reluctantly snatched his wine glass away: "Alright, Lao Han, if you drink any more, you'll have a headache again tomorrow."
"I'm fine!" Han's father waved his hand heartily, then turned to Han Feng and said, "Son, your mother just loves to worry... hiccup... like that time I was at the border..."
Before he finished speaking, Han's father's head slowly drooped onto the table, emitting even snoring.
"Dad?" Han Feng gently nudged his father.
"Never mind him." Han's mother casually draped a coat over her husband. "He always falls asleep after playing the 'Dragon's Tail' part."
Everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Su Wanwan's shoulders trembled as she tried to suppress her laughter, while Liu Mengran lowered her head and pretended to tidy her napkins, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile. Dongfang Wantang considerately helped clear the dishes.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Han Feng helped his mother move his father to the sofa. Han's father mumbled sleepily, "I can still drink," then turned over and fell asleep again.
"Mom, we'll head back now." Han Feng pointed to the three girls waiting at the door.
Suddenly, Han's mother mysteriously pulled her son aside and lowered her voice: "Son, Mom has something to ask you."
\"Um?\"
"When are you planning to let me hold my grandchildren?" Mother Han's eyes sparkled. "I think those three girls are all quite nice, so perhaps..."
"Mom!" Han Feng's ears burned instantly. "What are you saying?!"
Although Han's mother spoke very softly, the three girls clearly heard her—Liu Mengran's bag fell to the ground with a "thud"; Su Wanwan jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; and Dongfang Wantang instantly turned into a red-faced statue.
"I...we should go!" Han Feng fled in panic, grabbing the three girls and rushing out.
Behind them came Han's mother's cheerful words: "Remember to come back for meals often! Mom will make you some nourishing soup!"
The night breeze brushed against their burning cheeks as the four of them jogged back to Villa No. 1. After closing the door, they all breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other, and before anyone knew who it was, someone burst out laughing, which quickly turned into an uncontrollable uproar.
"Auntie is really..." Su Wanwan rubbed her stomach, which ached from laughing.
Liu Mengran blushed and straightened her sleeves, which Han Feng had wrinkled: "Very enthusiastic..."
Dongfang Wantang silently went to the kitchen to pour water, but her bright red ear tips betrayed her.
Han Feng slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and grinning foolishly. At this moment, the Star Soul Lord, the Nether Crystal Clan, and the Moon Demon Clan were all forgotten. He was just an ordinary son being pressured by his mother to get married, escaping from the clutches of evil with three shy girls.
Su Wanwan suddenly lunged at him and grabbed his neck: "It's all your fault! Auntie must think we..."
"What do you think we are?" Han Feng asked with a wicked smile, which provoked the girl to "retaliate" even more forcefully.
"Alright, stop fooling around. I'm going to take a shower first. I've been unconscious for days, so a bath will help me relax." Han Feng stretched, and the three girls' faces were all flushed.
"Yes, go wash up quickly and get some rest." The three women said in unison.
Han Feng laughed and went back to his room.
The three women were left staring at each other in the living room, then burst into giggles. Han Feng, inside the room, could hear their laughter, and a smile unconsciously spread across his face.
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