Two Henpecked Husbands!

Before Yun Jingheng could recover from hearing the word "son," he saw the woman, whose eyes had been red and whose face was full of disappointment just a moment ago, rush to Tang San like a gust of wind.

She didn't say anything.

There wasn't even a brief pause.

Her hand had already reached out and grabbed Tang San's left ear with pinpoint accuracy.

The movement was so swift and precise, as if it had been practiced a thousand times; even Tang San couldn't dodge it.

"Tang San!"

Xiao Wu's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like it was squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a unique and extremely authoritative "gentleness" that belonged only to her.

"Why didn't you say earlier that he wasn't my son? You made me call him the wrong person in front of the younger generation, and you did it so loudly! How can I face anyone after this? Huh?"

She twisted it a little more in her hand.

Tang San gasped, leaning towards her, his composure as the Sea God completely shattered.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, let's talk this out... The younger generation is watching."

Tang San lowered his voice, trying his best to appear less disheveled.

But with his ear being pulled, he couldn't maintain his composure, and could only bend over slightly, saying in a very low voice, "Give me some face... we'll deal with it when we get back. We'll deal with it when we get back."

"Go back? You still have the nerve to talk about going back?" Xiao Wu gently tugged at her again.

Tang San hissed.

To Yun Jingheng, the voice sounded almost exactly the same as when Ya Li dragged him out of the lab by the ear years ago.

Tang Wutong didn't look at her parents.

She slowly turned her gaze to Huo Yuhao.

He remained expressionless, simply watching.

Huo Yuhao felt a chill run down his spine as she stared at him. He took a half-step to the left, and her gaze followed him.

He coughed. "Wu Tong, I..."

Tang Wutong didn't speak, but merely raised her chin, her meaning crystal clear: You dodged so quickly just now, shouldn't you explain yourself?

Huo Yuhao immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I was wrong."

Yun Jingheng watched from the side, somewhat dazed.

Oh~ they both have bronchitis~

"Yuhao!" Tang San suddenly turned his head and winked at Huo Yuhao.

His eyes held a mixture of pleading and urging.

If you don't get down to business, I'm really going to lose my ears!

Huo Yuhao understood, quickly composed himself, and took a step forward.

He ignored Tang Wutong's gaze and instead raised his hand, pressing his index and middle fingers against his brow.

A bright and pure aura of spiritual light emerged from between his brows.

His lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The light then followed his finger and drifted towards Yun Jingheng's forehead.

Yun Jingheng did not dodge.

He felt that the force was very light.

In a very brief instant, it was as if countless blueprints for Soul Tool flashed before his eyes.

Structure, circuit, principle, materials, proportions, and practical adjustments.

There are too many.

So much so that it stretched his mental space.

But he didn't find it messy.

Because those things seemed to belong to him all along.

He was very familiar with these things; they were Huo Yuhao's knowledge of Soul Tool.

All the technological accumulation of a person from the Divine Realm entered his mind in this way.

It was stuffed full...

"Don't rush to look, wait until you wake up before dealing with it," Huo Yuhao said.

His face paled slightly, clearly indicating that this wisp of divine thought was not at ease.

Tang Wutong snorted beside him, stopped glaring at him, and simply stepped forward to gently support his arm.

Huo Yuhao was taken aback, then chuckled very softly.

Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the items had been delivered.

He was still covering his ear, which had been twisted red, with one hand, and his back wasn't fully straight.

Seeing that there was something important to discuss, Xiao Wu finally let go, but her eyes still lingered on him.

Tang San dared not delay any longer. He glanced at Yun Jingheng, nodded, and then raised his other hand, waving it lightly in the air.

It was as if the sky and earth had been wiped in half, and the entire gray-white wasteland began to shatter.

The dream... is fading.

A dream that had been lingering for far too long was finally being slowly unveiled from the outside.

Yun Jingheng only had time to see Tang Hao nod at him, Ah Yin wave at him, and Xiao Wu and Tang Wutong give him one last look.

Then, all the light went out.

"He~!"

A strong, fragrant breeze was sucked in by Yun Jingheng in a whirlwind.

Ye Xinglan was startled by the person in her arms.

"What's wrong? Did Nightmare?"

Yun Jingheng did not answer immediately.

He remained in a conscious position, his chest heaving violently.

The thin layer of sweat on his forehead hadn't yet dried, but his eyes were gradually clearing.

It took him a while to recover from the shock of the dream world, and he muttered, "That's so cool, it's really scary."

As he spoke, he kept burying his head in Ye Xinglan's arms.

She had a very faint fragrance about her, which I couldn't quite put my finger on.

He had inhaled too quickly and forcefully just now, and only now did he realize how embarrassed he was. He could only bury his face deeper in his mouth to hide his blush.

Ye Xinglan's body visibly stiffened.

She neither pushed the person away nor said anything.

Yun Jingheng's breath, hot and rapid, seeped through her clothes and pressed against her neck, like a small animal that had been frozen in the snow for a long time finally finding a source of warmth and rushing into it without a care.

She raised her hand, paused for a moment in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

Finally, she exhaled very softly, placed her hand on the back of his head, pressing lightly without applying any force.

"You... don't move." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and the tips of her ears were already bright red.

Yun Jingheng gave a muffled "hmm," but then leaned further in.

He really didn't do it on purpose.

He had just woken up from a dream, his mind was still a mess, and the only person he could hold onto was her.

Her heartbeat was so close to his, so close he could almost count it.

He suddenly didn't want to move.

The Divine Realm, the Abyss, the Abyss Rift Halberd —all were kept at bay by the faint fragrance and the warmth.

No wonder there's a saying, "To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." There's some truth to it.

"What exactly did you dream about?" Ye Xinglan asked.

She tried her best to make her voice sound normal, but there was still a very subtle tremor at the end of her voice.

"I dreamt about it..." Yun Jingheng still didn't look up.

"Two people with bronchitis."

"... ah?"

Yun Jingheng remained motionless.

"Two people with bronchitis?" Ye Xinglan repeated, her voice slightly raised at the end.

She looked down at his head, which was still nestled in her arms, and after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't help but gently push him away. "What do you mean, 'two henpecked husbands'?"

Yun Jingheng ignored her, pressing his arm against her collarbone as they walked, saying, "Just two henpecked husbands..."

Ye Xinglan forcefully turned his face to the right, ignoring the man's flushed cheeks, and placed her hand on his forehead.

A moment later.

"I'll ask General Zhang for leave for you. You've been so busy lately, you must be exhausted. You slept until one o'clock in the afternoon and started talking nonsense when you woke up."

"I don't..."

"You've got it! Just lie there quietly, I'll ask for a few days off for you and then come back to keep you company."

Ye Xinglan kissed him, "Sweetie, I'll be back in a bit."