That confident tone, itâs as if itâs impossible that she wonât marry him.
Can this man still be even more overbearing?
Muyan grits her teeth, âThe one I like is Xiao Baoâs biological father. Except for him, I wonât marry anyone. Just give up on this idea!â
In any case, she has already raised this âXiao Baoâs biological fatherâ tiger flag, she doesnât mind using it again, a little more thoroughly.
Sure enough, Di Ming Jueâs eyes deepens after hearing those words.
The air in the room seems to have completely sunk into a gloom.
If seeing Muyan be in the same room with those half-naked wild men could make Di Ming Jue burn with pure jealousy-
Every time that person is mentioned, âXiao Baoâs real fatherâ, itâs as if his heart is being ruthlessly slashed.
He couldnât breath from the pain.
Thatâs because Di Ming Jue knows, those ** men, no matter how close they are to Muyan, they havenât entered her heart.
As Muyan said, those men are merely pieces of art in her eyes.
However, Xiao Baoâs father had genuinely been involved in Muyanâs life.
They even have a crystallization of that life.
Simply looking at how Muyan loves Xiao Bao, he can imagine how much she loves Xiao Baoâs father.
How sweet was the past that those two had?
And that past is something that he can never share.
At this thought, Di Ming Jue could feel a suffocating pain.
He detests himself, why didnât he seek for the prophesied Woman of Destiny much earlier?
If he found Muyan five years earlier, he could have completely possessed this woman.
Wouldnât he be the only one in Muyanâs life?
The manâs departing back appears indescribably lonely and desolate.
It makes Muyanâs heart feel a sense of pity.
However, the moment she comes back to her senses, those specks of pity completely change into rage.
Scoundrel, Di Ming Jue!
Heâs actually really locking her up!
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The sky has already sank into darkness.
Junji Medical Center, thereâs still a dim light in Muyanâs room.
âLittle Master, do you want me to keep you company as you sleep?â Feng Haitang looks at the little boyâs cold, jade-carved face before her, and she canât help but open her mouth to ask.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xiao Bao shakes his head, the handsome little face is as expressionless as before, âYou go back to rest.â
Feng Haitang nods, but she still canât help but glance at him in concern.
Ever since she started following her lady, Feng Haitangâs daily task had been to take care of Muyan and Xiao Baoâs diet and schedule.
She herself has a cold temperament, and sheâs not good with words. However, her heartâs admiration and gratitude towards Muyan grows with each passing day.
After following by Muyanâs side, sheâs come to know how superb are the medical skills of this girl, whoâs even younger than her.
Yan Haotianâs injuries back then, without Muyanâs treatment-
Maybe now, donât even say anything about recovering his past cultivation, even surviving would have been extremely difficult.
And at this time, the Ink Campâs people are fighting for the special draughts, perhaps with all their might.
However, Muyan isnât stingy towards her, Yan Haotian, and Ru Yanâs group â not even a little bit.
Those specials draughts that people break their heads fighting over outside, to them, itâs like candy that they can eat casually.
Feng Haitang is brimming with gratitude towards Muyan, so sheâs even more diligent in looking after the Little Master.
And you can say that this Little Master before her eyes is the most refined, most remarkable, and most sensible child under the sun.
Other four-year-old children may be vexed and throw a tantrum as they roll about.
But he is already so thoughtful that it makes people feel distressed.
His hard work and conscientiousness in his daily cultivation is making her, an adult, feel ashamed of being inferior.
But because of this, Feng Haitang canât say how sorry she feels for this child.