The next morning, the sun was rising.
The dew inside Imperial Garden shimmered in the sun, and the air was fresh and cold.
Nan Feng was lying on the familiar recliner, covered with a thin layer of purple mist.
He didn't shamelessly come into Bibi Dong's bedroom to rub the bed like usual.
He lay in this courtyard, on this cold chair, all night.
Bibi Dong is completely hopeless.
Since she has determined that he is a cold-blooded Soul Beast, since she feels that the so-called "sincerity" is just poor acting, since she does not want to talk about feelings, but only wants to talk about interests and calculations...
Originally, he wanted to be moral and didn't want to do anything wrong.
But now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.
Qian Renxue, there is no need to worry about Bibi Dong's attitude anymore.
Since it is a time bomb, it should be utilized and put to the best use.
Even if it explodes in the end, it will happen on someone else!
Nan Feng closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head, not holding snacks in his hands as usual.
Not in the mood anymore.
Even the desire to eat is gone.
He didn't have to wait too long.
Rustling...
The familiar footsteps sounded again, still coming from the corner of the flowers.
A small golden figure appeared in Imperial Garden again.
Qian Renxue.
Here she comes again.
Even though she was driven away so coldly by Nan Feng the night before yesterday, she still came.
Only this time, she was holding a delicate small wooden box in her hand, and she walked very carefully for fear of spilling the contents.
She first hid behind a big tree and stuck her little head out to observe for a while. After confirming that the lazy figure on the lounge chair was indeed the "good mother", the tension in her eyes faded a little.
"Mom... Mom..."
She shouted tentatively, her voice as small as a mosquito's cry.
Nan Feng didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he was asleep.
Qian Renxue bit his lip, mustered up the courage, and approached lightly.
"Mom..."
"I'm here... to apologize."
Nan Feng still ignored her, and even turned over impatiently, turned his back to her, and closed his eyes.
Qian Renxue's eyes turned red instantly, but this time she did not run away crying, but sniffed stubbornly, gently placed the small wooden box in her hand on the small table next to the lounge chair, and then carefully opened the lid.
A sweet aroma wafted out.
In the box, there are more than a dozen pastries of various shapes and attractive colors neatly placed.
Although it is not as exquisite as the imperial dining room, and some edges are even a little burnt, you can tell that a lot of care has been put into it.
"Mom... this is made by Xue'er."
Qian Renxue lowered his head, mixed his fingers together, and made a soft and waxy voice:
"Xue'er went to the best pastry chef in the city to learn it... it took a long time to make it."
"Xue'er really knows that he is wrong..."
"That day...Xue'er didn't mean that day. Xue'er will never let grandpa hurt mom again."
"Mom, please forgive Xue'er this time... okay?"
She raised her head, her big pale golden eyes filled with tears, looking at Nan Feng's back expectantly.
However.
She responded with a sneer.
"Heh."
Nan Feng opened his eyes and slowly sat up, but instead of looking at the box of carefully made pastries, he turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue.
"Get lost."
"I'm not your mother."
"I've said it many times, I'm just a monster that has taken over your mother's body."
"Your real mother is over there, handling government affairs in that tall Pope Palace."
"You must show your filial piety and act like a loving mother and a filial son. Go find her."
"Don't disgust me."
"But..."
Qian Renxue finally couldn't help but shed tears. She choked and said:
"But Xue'er really knows that he was wrong... Xue'er even made cakes to apologize... Why does mom still refuse to forgive Xue'er?"
"Xue'er promises that I will really protect my mother in the future! Grandpa Xue'er will also tell me..."
"Aggrieved?"
Nan Feng suddenly interrupted her and turned around, "Qian Renxue, do you feel you are wronged?"
"Do you think you have lowered your dignity to apologize? You made this lousy pastry with your own hands and brought it to me. Do you think I should be grateful, forgive you with tears in my eyes, or even kneel down to thank you?"
"Ha!"
Nan Feng seemed to have heard some big joke and laughed out loud.
He pointed to his nose, his eyes instantly turned ferocious:
"Who was the person who was almost killed by that old thing that day?! It was me!"
"Who was the person who was held by your hand that day, listened to your promise, and then turned around and was forced to self-destruct by your grandfather?! Or me!"
"It was me who almost lost my soul! It was me who almost turned into ashes! I am also the one who is worried here and may be killed by you Qian Family at any time!"
"The result is now..."
"You actually have the nerve to cry in front of me? And you still have to act like you've been greatly wronged?"
"What?"
"Do you think I deserve it?!"
"Do you think I just almost died? How big a deal is this? Can it be compared with the bad mood of Miss Qian Family, and can it be compared with a drop of your tears?!"
Qian Renxue was frightened and stared blankly at the ferocious-looking Nan Feng. He couldn't say a word and could only shake his head helplessly.
"Heh..."
Nan Feng shook his head, "As expected of his biological son."
"The whole family has this kind of virtue. That old guy is like this, that damn dad of yours is like this, and you are like this too."
"Go away! Don't bother me!"
Tears were already welling up in Qian Renxue's eyes and were about to burst out.
However, before the crystal tears rolled down.
Nan Feng, who was lying on the chair, turned his head slightly and glanced at her coldly.
There were no words, just a look, and the indifference contained in it instantly made Qian Renxue feel a suffocating fear.
"Well..."
She bit her lip tightly and sucked in air, forcing back the tears that had flowed to the corners of her eyes.
She didn't dare to cry. She was afraid that if she cried, the only person in front of her who had given her warmth would really disappear completely and never pay attention to her again.
Seeing that she was holding back, Nan Feng snorted coldly, turned her head, lay down again, put her hands behind her head, and looked at the leaves above her head in a daze.
The air fell into dead silence again.
The chirping of birds in Imperial Garden is particularly harsh.
Qian Renxue stood alone, holding the hem of her skirt tightly with her little hands.
She didn't dare to move or speak.
Time passed bit by bit, and every second was torture for her.
I don't know how long it took, until the sun shined on her face through the gaps in the leaves, bringing a faint warmth.
Qian Renxue finally mustered up all his courage and broke the silence with a trembling voice:
"Mom..."
"What do you have to do... to forgive Xue'er?"
"As long as you are not angry... you can do whatever you want Xue'er to do..."
No response.
Nan Feng was still lying there, his breathing rate not even changing, as if there was no such person around him at all.
This kind of disregard makes Qian Renxue feel more desperate than being beaten and scolded.
Fear flooded her like a tide.
She was extremely scared. She was afraid that the "good mother" in front of her who used to laugh with her and protect her would really turn back into the Pope who would only look at her coldly.
She couldn't bear the difference of falling from the clouds back to hell.
"Mom!!"
Qian Renxue could no longer control the panic in her heart, and she pounced forward, not to attack, but like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
She knelt down next to the lounge chair, clutching Nan Feng's purple and gold robe with both small hands, her whole body almost pressed against his legs, her face buried in his sleeves, her voice filled with endless crying:
"Don't ignore Xue'er... please..."
"Xue'er really knows that he was wrong! Xue'er swears! This kind of thing will never happen again!"
"Xue'er will be obedient! She will be very well-behaved! As long as mother can forgive Xue'er... she can do whatever she wants Xue'er to do!"
"Let go." Nan Feng said coldly.
"Don't let go! Wuwu... I won't let go!"
Qian Renxue shook his head desperately. The strength in his hands was so amazing that his nails even dug deeply into the expensive fabric. "If you let me go, mom won't want Xue'er..."
"I warn you one last time."
Nan Feng opened his eyes, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes. "Get out."
"I don't!!"
Qian Renxue used all his strength, even mobilizing the weak Soul Power in his body, and hugged Nan Feng's arm tightly, hanging on him like a koala, crying heartbreakingly:
"I won't let you go! I won't let you go even if I beat you to death!"
"..."
Nan Feng looked at the piece of "dog skin plaster" hanging on his body that he couldn't shake off. The violence in his eyes surged several times, and the Soul Power in his palms gathered and dispersed.
In the end, he closed his eyes again, adjusted to a comfortable position, and allowed the little girl, who was shaking all over from crying, to hold his arm tightly and wipe her tears and nose on his sleeve.