Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor -
Chapter 5110: Feng Ye
"She’s just an ordinary young lady from a prominent family. Our families have been close for generations, and we’ve known each other since childhood," Song Ming said with a smile. "Besides, when I got married, they sent gifts on your behalf."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled and looked at Luo Fei, Duan Ye, and Ning Lang. "What about you three?"
"We were still kids, heh heh heh," Ning Lang grinned widely. "Besides, I never had anyone I wanted to marry. All I ever thought about was expanding my family’s business. Nothing else mattered."
"We didn’t want to marry too young," Duan Ye and Luo Fei said in unison.
"What’s so great about marriage? Better to be alone, like me—that’s the most carefree life," Wanyan Shisan declared, raising his cup and laughing heartily. "Just look at Jun Jueshang—that otherworldly man. What’s he like now that he’s married? Stuck at home raising kids!"
"What about my husband?" Wanyan Qianhua shot him a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "My husband is a man of rare virtue, a treasure found once in a century. Uncle Shisan, if you dare speak ill of him again, I won’t let you off lightly."
"Right, right. Your man is a gem, while everyone else’s is trash." Wanyan Shisan dismissed the notion with a wave.
Feng Jiu couldn’t help but chuckle softly. "Let’s not just talk about Jun Jueshang. Back in the day, Mo Ze raised three children single-handedly. Besides, who says men can’t take care of kids?" With that, she shot Wanyan Shisan a knowing glance, her expression half-smiling, half-teasing.
Catching her sidelong glance, Wanyan Shisan gave an awkward laugh. " Heh heh, no no, they can handle it. Being able to raise children is the mark of a good man."
Perhaps some still doubted Feng Jiu, the ascended immortal, had returned, but seeing her appear in the tavern, everyone believed she was truly back.
After noon, two figures walked in from outside the city gate. Spotting them, Guan Xilin smiled and said to Feng Jiu, " Little Jiu, look, they’re here." He stood up, waving and calling toward the city gate: "Over here!"
Feng Jiu followed his gaze and saw Feng Ye, clad in a purple robe, looking every inch the elegant Young Master. His features had matured beautifully, perfectly embodying the Feng family’s distinguished lineage. He radiated an air of noble grace and effortless charm.
Beside him, Zhao Yang wore a black robe, his aura reserved and steady. A sword hung on his back. Though not as strikingly handsome as Feng Ye, his features were rugged and resolute.
Perhaps drawn by the sound, they turned their gaze this way. As the faint outline of that crimson figure came into view, excitement and delight flickered in both their eyes. Exchanging a glance, they immediately gathered their energy and dashed forward.
"Little Jiu Jiu..." Feng Ye leapt up, landing beside the table, and flashed Feng Jiu a smile.
"Hm?" Feng Jiu raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on Feng Ye with a hint of amusement. "Feng Ye, are you itching for a beating?"
"Hehe, Ah Jiu."
Feng Ye flashed an ingratiating smile as he approached. "After all these years apart, my Little Uncle really missed you." As he spoke, he pulled a chair over and sat down beside her.
"Big Sister Feng." Zhao Yang stepped forward and bowed respectfully to her.
"Hmm, Zhao Yang is still the most well-behaved. It’s been so long since we last met. You both seem to have grown quite a bit. How have you been these past years?" Feng Jiu ignored Feng Ye and addressed Zhao Yang instead.
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