Published: March 8, 2025
When Chu Le'er spoke these words, everyone was instantly shocked.
All eyes turned like spotlights to the little girl in red, looking like a pearl of beauty. Well, she wasn't exactly a little girl anymore; Mo Qingwu, who was now a head taller than Chu Le'er, stood gracefully like an unmatched beauty in her half-formed state.
The term "half-formed" means... she's grown up but still lacks some maturity.
Yang Ruolan stared at Mo Qingwu, her mouth slowly opening wide.
Then she gradually turned her head, slowly looking at her son, her gaze freezing.
She remembered when the two families were arranging a marriage for her son, the words he said: "I have a lover; she is a disciple of Ning Tianya and Bu Liqing..."
Yang Ruolan felt as if she were about to topple over.
She had thought the disciples of Ning Supreme were much older; in her imagination, they had to be at least eighteen or in their twenties...
She never expected it to be such a little loli...
This left Yang Ruolan with a great sense of disparity.
"Hello, Aunt Chu," Mo Qingwu said sweetly as she came over to greet, trying hard to present herself as a calm and dignified young lady, hoping to win the affection of her future mother-in-law.
"Ah, good, good, good..." Yang Ruolan said, her mouth agape as she stiffly nodded.
"Hello, Uncle Chu," Mo Qingwu said as she looked at Chu Feiling.
Chu Feiling’s face twisted as he responded, "Good… good… good..."
After Chu Yang introduced everyone, the group chatted and sipped tea in the hall.
"Come outside with me," Yang Ruolan glared at her son.
Chu Yang rubbed his nose and followed her outside.
"What’s going on?!" Upon reaching a secluded area, Yang Ruolan's expression turned cold as she asked.
"What... what’s going on?" Chu Yang was astonished.
"That... little Wu..." Yang Ruolan said angrily.
"Nothing's going on," Chu Yang replied, puzzled. "Mother, do you think she looks bad? Not cute? Not pretty? Or... what’s wrong?"
"She’s good-looking! Cute, and even prettier! I’m satisfied with everything!" Yang Ruolan exclaimed angrily. "But she’s just a bit too young, isn’t she?"
"What’s wrong with that?" Chu Yang said dismissively. "A few years difference is normal, right? Nowadays, martial artists generally have long lifespans; it’s not unheard of for couples with hundreds of years of age difference... What’s wrong with that?"
He thought to himself. Is that what you can’t accept? I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s tens of thousands of years older than me...
Yang Ruolan was left speechless. "So, what you said before about the girl you love... is she...?"
"Yes," Chu Yang replied proudly.
Yang Ruolan’s gaze turned strange as she looked at her son: "How old is she?"
Feeling a bit guilty, Chu Yang coughed, "I believe she’s thirteen..." he thought: just a bit over half a year until she turns thirteen.
"Hmm, so when you fell in love with her, she was only nine or ten?" Yang Ruolan's eyes narrowed.
"Cough!" Chu Yang scratched his nose, "Uh, I guess so?"
"And you swore your life to her? Made vows?" Yang Ruolan glared at her son, her frown deepening.
"Cough! Well… that… this is… quite normal, right?"
"Normal?" Yang Ruolan was left speechless.
No wonder so many beautiful women pursue her son, yet he’s unwilling; it turns out he... has such a preference for young girls... cough, cough...
Yang Ruolan suddenly felt a heavy responsibility. Her son looked so bright and handsome; how could he have this... unspeakable preference...?
Growing up without his parents nearby led to... sigh, Yang Ruolan sighed deeply. She pulled her son down to sit and began to educate him earnestly: "Yangyang, this is a conversation your father should have with you, but... your father is a bit clumsy with words. And then, when it comes to girls... this..."
She rambled on for a while.
Chu Yang was initially puzzled, like a monk who couldn't understand; then he became anxious. Eventually, he reached a moment of enlightenment; soon after, he sat there dazed like a duck struck by lightning.