Qian Renxue

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up in an instant.

But the next second, when she saw the strange child held tightly in Bibi Dong's arms, the smile on her small face froze instantly.

The fervent anticipation in her eyes immediately turned into a profound sense of loss.

Her mother's embrace was the place she dreamed of entering.

Yet now, that position was occupied by a boy she did not recognize at all.

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip, but still gathered the courage to run forward a few steps and approach.

"Mother..."

Qian Renxue looked up, her voice carrying a trace of faint trembling and expectation.

However, Bibi Dong did not even pause her footsteps.

Her stunning, peerless face was covered in frost; she was extremely cold toward Qian Renxue, not even sparing her a glance.

In Bibi Dong's eyes, Qian Renxue was nothing more than the bastard offspring left behind after that beast Qian Xunji raped her—the greatest shame of her life.

Every time she saw Qian Renxue, it reminded her of those dark and agonizing memories.

But Lin Yuan, held in her arms, was completely different.

This child was not only someone she had personally picked up from the pools of blood in Slaughter City, but also someone who had relied on her for survival during those two years of hellish life, saving her repeatedly from desperate situations.

This was the true child she was willing to be a mother to, to cherish and protect.

Qian Renxue was unwilling to give up; she reached out her small hand, attempting to touch the hem of Bibi Dong's robe.

"Don't touch me!"

A flash of disgust crossed Bibi Dong's eyes as she waved her hand with extreme brutality, pushing Qian Renxue away coldly.

Caught off guard, Qian Renxue fell onto the hard stone steps, her eyes instantly turning red.

Qian Xunji watched this scene, a trace of imperceptible gloom flashing in his eyes.

He strode forward and pulled Qian Renxue up from the ground.

His gaze swept toward Lin Yuan in Bibi Dong's arms like a blade.

"Bibi Dong, this child you brought back looks somewhat special."

Qian Xunji spoke.

He keenly sensed that after these years of slaughter, Bibi Dong's aura had become unfathomable, and her strength had greatly increased.

He was already wary of Bibi Dong, so he put on the airs of the Pope with feigned majesty.

"Since you have brought him back to Martial Soul Hall, let the elders in the hall handle his training."

Qian Xunji paused, then continued.

"Perhaps, this is another genius belonging to our Martial Soul Hall."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression turned extremely dangerous.

She held Lin Yuan tighter and took a forceful step forward, the Slaughter God's Domain faintly showing signs of erupting.

"Don't even think about it."

Bibi Dong refused immediately, not giving Qian Xunji any face at all.

"This is my child, and I will raise him myself."

She stared fixedly into Qian Xunji's eyes, her tone extremely domineering.

"From now on, regarding my affairs and Yuan'er's, you had best not come to disturb us."

With that, Bibi Dong ignored the livid Qian Xunji and strode into her own Saintess Palace with Lin Yuan in her arms.

On the stone steps, Qian Renxue stared blankly at her mother's resolute retreating back.

That sentence, "This is my child," felt like a sharp blade piercing deep into her young heart.

Qian Renxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, an overwhelming sense of misery surging into her heart.

She could no longer control her tears, which streamed down her cute cheeks uncontrollably.

In the inner chamber of the Pope's Palace, the candlelight flickered, casting a warmth over the furnishings.

As usual, Bibi Dong sat on the edge of the large, soft bed, gently patting the swaddle in her arms to lull Lin Yuan to sleep.

Having shed the complex and magnificent Pope's robes from the day, she now wore only a form-fitting silk dress.

The thin fabric clung to her skin, outlining her proud, full figure to perfection, her curves exquisite.

Her long, straight legs were elegantly crossed, the hem of her dress sliding down to reveal a section of fair, delicate calves.

Further down were her dainty, jade-like feet, the tips gently touching the floor, her skin glowing with a warm luster.

Paired with her beautiful face, her entire being radiated the unique, stunning charm and lethal temptation of a mature woman.

Lin Yuan lay blissfully in Bibi Dong's embrace.

His cheek pressed against that astonishing warmth and softness, feeling his entire body go limp, while the unique, fragrant scent of Bibi Dong lingered at the tip of his nose; he found it immensely enjoyable.

Outside the door crack.

A pair of large eyes were staring fixedly at the scene inside the room.

Hiding in the shadows, Qian Renxue gripped the hem of her dress tightly with her small hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Watching her mother treat that male infant with such tenderness and care, while she herself had been met with cold glares and utter indifference for years, a wave of bitterness surged in Qian Renxue's heart.

Instinctively, she began to loathe the little boy inside the room.

It was this outsider, who had appeared from nowhere, who had stolen her mother away!

He had stolen the love that should have belonged entirely to her!

The more Qian Renxue watched, the angrier she became, her eyes filled with resentment.

Inside the room, Bibi Dong had always been meticulous in her care for Lin Yuan.

She patiently hummed a soft melody until Lin Yuan closed his eyes, only then gently placing him onto the pillow.

Tucking in the corners of the blanket carefully, Bibi Dong lowered her head once more and planted a kiss on Lin Yuan's soft, pink cheek.

After finishing this attentive care, Bibi Dong finally stood up with visible reluctance, turned to leave the room, and headed toward the secret chamber for her daily cultivation.

The sound of footsteps faded away completely in the hallway.

Qian Renxue could no longer suppress the grievances and rage in her heart.

Taking advantage of Bibi Dong's absence, she quickened her pace and trotted straight into Lin Yuan's room.

Arriving at the bedside, Qian Renxue walked up to Lin Yuan with a milky, childish voice, glaring down at him from above.

Two-year-old Lin Yuan was not actually asleep, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl by the bed.

Though Qian Renxue was still young, she was carved from jade, her skin fair, and because of her anger, her little face was flushed bright red.

That childhood appearance was incredibly cute; even while throwing a tantrum, she possessed a playfulness unique to a little girl.

Lin Yuan looked at her, finding it amusing, and his lips moved, just about to call out "Big Sister."

But he heard Qian Renxue's pouting voice come crashing down on him.

"It's you, you bad guy! You stole my mother!"

Gritting her teeth, Qian Renxue reached out with both small hands and shoved Lin Yuan's shoulder.

Lin Yuan was pushed backward, tumbling directly onto the soft rug beside the bed.

"I won't allow you to get close to my mother! She is mine!"

Qian Renxue's eyes were rimmed with red as she shouted loudly at Lin Yuan.

Yet, Lin Yuan, sitting on the floor, did not wail or cry like a normal two-year-old child.

He simply sat quietly on the carpet, hands braced against the ground, blinking his clear eyes as he stared steadily at the exasperated Qian Renxue.