He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 152 About the Old Mother

I looked at the baby sleeping in the swaddling clothes. I hadn't had a chance to look at him properly in the rush after he was born last night. Only when I looked did I realize that the baby's features resembled Fu Xun's.

The influence of blood ties seemed to be connecting them. Leng Huan lay on the bed, struggling for a while, never expecting that one day she would actually have a child with Fu Xun.

After Fu Xun put the child down, Leng Huan came to his senses, pulled the soft blanket over most of his face, leaving only his bright eyes showing, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "...Then, have you found milk for him?"

Fu Xun remained silent for a moment, then said in an odd tone, "...He won't drink animal milk."

Leng Huan's eyes widened: "Then, why isn't he crying?"

“The spiritual spring water…” Fu Xun paused for a moment, “was warm, so I gave him some to drink. We went out for a walk, and then he fell asleep…”

"..."

Is it human to give water to a newborn baby?

Did she cry herself to sleep?

Leng Huan yanked off the blanket, revealing his still somewhat pale face. "Then... why didn't you call me?"

She raised her hand to cover her face. How can parents act like this?

Fu Xun was slightly taken aback: "...You have it?"

"...Maybe."

Leng Huan quietly rubbed her chest. She had already given birth, and with her physical condition and abundant blood and energy, it was impossible for her not to have breast milk.

I wasn't planning on breastfeeding, but what can I do? She gave birth to this baby. I can't let such a young child be without a mother to raise him.

Leng Huan grew up in a harmonious and loving environment, and she couldn't bear to ignore him. Before she was born, she planned to raise him well.

Otherwise, why bring him into this world to suffer?

What can a two-day-old baby understand?

Adults always have so many responsibilities to shoulder.

She is a person, an adult, regardless of gender.

The cave was brightly lit by the shimmering pearls. Leng Huan lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "I'll feed him when he wakes up."

Fu Xun paused in his hand as he served her tea, then nodded and hummed in agreement, helping her to half-recline as she drank. He looked at her slightly rounded cheeks, which carried the gentle warmth of a new mother.

Fu Xun took her hand and probed it with his spiritual energy, as if this would confirm her safety and that all of this was real, not an illusion.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside him. He had always thought she was averse to being a mother, and Fu Xun never imagined she would be willing to breastfeed.

In fact, he secretly wondered if Leng Huan would just leave the child with him and then leave alone. When he went out, he even set up a special restriction outside the cave, which was both a protection and a restriction.

He was afraid that if she left, he would never be able to find her again.

It's quite common for women to abandon their husbands and children when they're ruthless enough. With a silent sigh, I thought, a woman like her, so free and unrestrained, would leave without a trace if she truly wanted to go.

“Senior Sister,” Fu Xun took out a jade box, “this is the Myriad Spirit Fruit, which is more suitable for your current body than pills.”

The Myriad Spirit Fruit? Leng Huan blinked. This was an extremely rare all-purpose elixir, unrestricted by attributes or constitution, an excellent healing medicine, with extremely demanding growing conditions, making it very difficult to encounter.

Wouldn't that mean she could recover very quickly?

Oh dear, I can do without everything else, but I absolutely have to have this.

"Thank you, you...it must have taken a lot of effort to get this." Leng Huan hesitated for a moment before taking the box, opened it, and saw that there were three. "I only need one, you can keep the rest."

Hearing her polite thanks, Fu Xun felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He had been keeping his voice low for fear of waking the child, but suddenly it rose two octaves: "Senior Sister, do you have to be so clear about things with me? We're Daoist partners! Can you please not be so polite?!"

Leng Huan was startled; he had only thanked him politely and didn't understand why he was angry.

"I..." Leng Huan stammered, trying to explain, but he was already stunned by Fu Xun's kiss.

Fortunately, considering her health, Fu Xun quickly let go. Seeing her bewildered expression, he could only touch her face and ask, "When will you finally understand our relationship? We're husband and wife, why do you always try to draw a line between us?"

"..." Leng Huan patted her chest; her breasts were engorged. She pulled the blanket over her soaked clothes, clutching it with both hands, and looked at him innocently, "Don't wake the baby..."

"..." Fu Xun took a deep breath, held back, and whispered, "It's my fault."

Leng Huan stared at him for several moments, then asked hesitantly, "Even the closest of relatives, husband and wife, can't they be polite to each other?"

Long, long ago, Leng Huan thought that if husband and wife treated each other with the utmost respect, their relationship would be bad, and eventually, it would turn into ice.

Now that she's a woman, she still feels pretty good. They respect and care for each other, and living together is just fine.

Don't you see how many couples who were once deeply in love ended their relationships abruptly?

Fu Xun stared at her silently, the bright light seeming to become a lingering bitterness, enveloping him completely.

He took a breath and said indignantly, "Our closest relatives are right! Our most distant relatives are wrong!"

"Does Senior Sister think there's no difference between politeness that comes from affection and politeness that comes from indifference?"

Of course there's a difference!

Leng Huan hunched his shoulders and asked, "Then what do you want?"

Fu Xun: "Senior sister is heartless."

Leng Huan disagreed: "I do."

Fu Xun: "But you give everything in this world, yet you refuse to give it to me!"

"You!" Hearing his childish accusation, Leng Huan felt a sense of absurdity. He carefully examined his expression; well, expressionless, unusually stubborn.

Leng Huan only now realized that he wasn't just stubborn; he was a complete idiot!

It's the kind of child who lacked love growing up and then lacked calcium.

Leng Huan... Leng Huan also had her pride, so she turned her face away and whispered, "That's not true..."

Fu Xun seemed to have drunk fake alcohol, and his suppressed emotions gradually surfaced: "Senior Sister always has many people and things on her mind, so of course I'm nothing to her. It's my fault for not doing a good job. So all you wanted was a respectful and courteous Daoist partner..."

"But I don't want that. I want to be with you day and night, inseparable."

"Senior sister, I'd rather..."

"What exactly do you want?" Leng Huan interrupted him in time, his scalp tingling. He really couldn't stand any more talk about keeping a mistress and indulging in nightly revelry.

Fu Xun looked very serious and whispered four words: "I want a title."

Leng Huan looked sideways in surprise: ? ?

Fu Xun sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand, which was resting on the blanket: "Senior Sister, let's form a bond now, otherwise the child will grow up."

Leng Huan: "...That's it? Why didn't you say so earlier! Quickly, take out your birth chart!"

Fu Xun: "...Also, Senior Sister swears, you..."

Leng Huan: "I swear!"

Fu Xun: "..." He hadn't finished speaking yet.

Leng Huan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him stunned, but she also found his behavior amusing. The concrete Long Aotian was indeed going to lose to the abstract her!

"That marriage certificate—" Just as Leng Huan was about to suggest picking a good day, he was interrupted by the sudden cry of a baby, which gradually turned into a heart-wrenching wail.

Fu Xun hurriedly picked him up, patted the swaddled baby but he continued to cry. He was a little helpless, putting aside their differences, and awkwardly looked at Leng Huan, "He..."

"Give him to me." Leng Huan straightened his clothes and adjusted his side-lying position to make room for the baby in front of him. Fu Xun carefully placed the child in front of him.

Leng Huan pulled the blanket up and prepared to unbutton his clothes. He looked up and saw that Fu Xun was still there. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I want to eat spirit porridge later."

“Okay…” Fu Xun rubbed his forehead, clearing his mind of distractions, and went to prepare the food.

The baby cried loudly, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find any milk. Leng Huan took a deep breath, no longer caring about her embarrassment or shame. Her son cried until his face was red, pitifully wailing.

My current physical condition is such that I either have to lie down or walk around a little; I can't sit for long periods of time. I feel more comfortable breastfeeding while lying on my side.

It just... hurts so much!

Having no experience the first time, and with the baby nursing so vigorously, Leng Huan was internally screaming with pain. Damn it, this mother's breasts were hurting!

It's a shame there's no formula available now; breastfeeding is so painful for mothers!

He woke up several times during the night. Leng Huan was glad that he was a cultivator. After refining the Myriad Spirit Fruit during the day, his body felt much lighter, his injuries to his muscles and bones were basically healed, and his pain was gone.

They've just had a baby, and the two of them are swamped with work.

It wasn't until three days later that Leng Huan remembered the baby's name.

"You've named him?" Leng Huan reached out and poked his son's little face, then touched his little hand. "What's his name?"

The sun was shining brightly on the platform at the entrance of the cave, where a family of three basked in the sun, and the baby slept soundly.

Fu Xun looked at a cloud drifting across the blue sky and felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

Hearing this, she looked at Leng Huan and saw her playing with the child's little hands with great interest. She nodded and said, "He's up. His name is Yun Du."

"Yun Du? Surname Yun?"

"No, he can choose his own surname, yours, mine, or Yun, it's all fine."

Choose yourself?

Children are only tested for spiritual roots when they are five or six years old. Leng Huan thought it was a good idea. If he was suitable to cultivate the Leng family's techniques when he grew up, then he could inherit her mantle.

If one is suited to the Yun clan's cultivation methods like Fu Xun, then one should take the surname Yun. As for the Fu family, Leng Huan has some reservations.

According to the cause and effect relationship, Fu Xun learned the Yun Clan's heritage, so he is a descendant of the Yun Clan. Moreover, he himself is of Yun Clan blood, so his son's surname is Yun, which can be considered to complete the cause and effect relationship.

Fu Xun even suggested that Leng Huan name the child, but she refused, saying that if she was bad at naming, then so be it.

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