Valle del Hombre Salvaje de Qingshan

Capítulo 67

"Are you alright?" Mu Fei asked, noticing that Mo Xibei's expression just now was very painful, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.

"You're the one who's in trouble." Mo Xibei sneered, deliberately removing the large wooden bolt from the door, and carrying Mu Feinan behind him. "You promised not to bully me, but you're deliberately trying to annoy me. I'm going to break your legs and see where you can run then."

With the wooden stake on the ground, Mo Xibei seemed to be looking for the best angle to strike. Mu Feinan waited a while before saying, "Xibei, what's wrong with you? If you want to hit me, do it in front of me. Don't stand where I can't see you."

"I'm fine, but you're hateful." Suddenly, Mu Shuan collapsed to the ground with a thud, startling Mu Feinan so much that he broke free of his restrained pressure points. Before he could turn around, a faint fragrance enveloped him. He knew it was Mo Xibei, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body softly pressed against his back. The words were practically whispered in his ear, Mo Xibei's soft hair playfully brushing against his neck, tickling him. He wanted to laugh, but he was even more eager to see what was wrong with her.

"I don't know what's wrong with me today. Hit me if you want. I shouldn't have said those things." Mu Feinan didn't turn around in the end. He just picked up Mo Xibei and walked towards the house.

“I’ve gone to see Chu Junfeng a few times recently. You should ask me why I went to see him.” Mo Xibei bit Mu Feinan’s shoulder.

“I thought you preferred to have your own independent living space.” Mu Feinan stiffened; Mo Xibei’s bite was quite forceful.

“I went to see him because Honglu likes his page, Tianxin, but I don’t know what Tianxin thinks. Honglu is my dear sister. I’m leaving this time, and I don’t know when I’ll settle down again. I have you now, but Honglu is getting on in years and can’t keep following me around like this. I’m trying to gauge his feelings and also to ask about Tianxin. I hope Honglu can marry someone she likes and who likes her back, so she can have someone to rely on for life.” After Mo Xibei finished speaking, Mu Feinan just put her on the bed and turned to look at her. “I know you wouldn’t go to see him unless there was nothing wrong, but you’ve gone three times in the past few days, often going outside the city and staying for an entire afternoon. When you come back, you seem preoccupied and don’t talk to me. I’ve felt empty inside these past few days. If I’m not upset, it means I don’t care about you enough.” Mu Feinan cupped Mo Xibei’s face and looked at her closely. Mo Xibei’s complexion was no longer as pale as before; it was the same as usual.

"You stingy little thing, you clearly care, yet you still have to tell me what? I believe whatever you do, but if you want to know what I'm going to do, can't you just ask me?" Mo Xibei couldn't help but poke Mu Feinan with his fingertip. "I went out of the city to meet someone, but it's not Chu Junfeng. This person is... I don't know how to say who this person is. I'll tell you in a while."

“Northwest, you said I clearly care, but I never ask you. So what about you? Do you care about me? If you do, why do you never ask who I am, where my home is, or what I do for a living?” Mu Feinan smiled bitterly. “You never ask me anything, and I always feel like you might disappear at any moment. The reason I don’t ask you anything is because I’m really afraid that if I ask you too many questions, you’ll leave even faster.”

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves Its Mark, Chapter Eighteen: The Road Ahead (Part Three)

“It seems there really is a problem with our communication.” Mo Xibei patted his forehead and couldn’t help but pat Mu Feinan’s back. “I didn’t ask you these questions because I’ve already decided that no matter who you are or what you do, it won’t affect my being with you. Since we’ll be together no matter what, I’ll do whatever you do. That’s fine.”

"That simple?" Mu Feinan was taken aback. "What if I committed murder, arson, robbery, and looting? Would you still stay with me and not mind?"

“I don’t object to you killing some corrupt officials and robbing some ill-gotten gains. In fact, it’s a good thing to rid the people of evil.” Mo Xibei shrugged. “If you want to kill good people, then I’ll mess things up with you and let them go. That way, life will definitely be fresh and interesting every day. You know, I like to live a fresh and interesting life every day.”

"Northwest, I should go and offer thanks to the gods." Mu Feinan stared at Mo Xibei for a long time, pondering how to express his excitement at this moment. However, in the end, he simply stretched out his arms and hugged the smiling woman in front of him tightly. If he could, he would prefer to embed her deep into his flesh and blood through this embrace, never to be separated again, not even for a moment.

"Did you make a wish before the gods?" Mo Xibei asked in a muffled voice in his arms. Mu Feinan was holding her too tightly, so tightly that it was affecting her normal breathing, but she didn't have the strength to struggle, nor did she want to.

“I didn’t in this life, but I must have promised in my past life.” Mu Feinan buried her head in Mo Xibei’s shoulder and gently kissed him through his clothes. “Xibei, everything I did before was before I met you. I can only say that from now on, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like, and no one can make me do anything you wouldn’t like. I swear…”

“Don’t make oaths or vows so easily,” Mo Xibei shook his head. “That’s something I don’t like you doing.”

"Are you afraid I can't do it?" Mu Feinan asked sullenly.

“Believing in you is believing in myself. What's the use of swearing oaths if I can't even believe in myself? I don't know if forever truly exists in this world, but I'm willing to try. I don't need you to swear to love me forever; I just want you to love only me when you're with me. If one day you stop loving me, we can part amicably. I won't force you, and you don't have to force yourself on me.” Mo Xibei sighed softly, feeling somewhat bewildered. It was a time when she should be crying tears of happiness. However, she felt that this happiness had come too easily, and things that are too easily obtained often don't last. “To you, in this world, the only person I love is you. Xibei, in this life, the next life, and the life after that, I want to be with you. Nothing can take me away from you except death.” Perhaps because Mo Xibei's words were strangely melancholic, a vague sense of foreboding crept into Mu Feinan's heart.

Before he could think it through, Mo Xibei kissed him even faster. Their lips touched lightly, and a thrilling joy quickly spread through their bodies, driving away all their worries and doubts.

Their lips met, lingering and reluctant to part—a feeling neither of them had ever experienced before, an urgent desire to be close to each other forever. Mu Feinan gently stroked Mo Xibei's flushed cheeks, her hand slowly moving downwards…

"Young Master Mo!" The door was suddenly pushed open with a thud, followed by a scream. "Get married soon!" Mu Feinan gritted her teeth, burying her head in Mo Xibei's disheveled hair, breathing heavily.

"Hehe..." Mo Xibei felt her cheeks burning, but seeing the dejected person next to her, she found it funny for some reason. She didn't like to show her feelings, especially in front of him, so she burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Only you can put up with her. She has no manners at all and never knocks on the door." Mu Feinan gently bit Mo Xibei's neck to express his dissatisfaction.

"Haha..." Mo Xibei couldn't help but laugh when he saw Mu Feinan's resentful expression. He laughed for a while before pushing away Mu Feinan's arm that was pressing down on him and sitting up.

His clothes were slightly wrinkled, but not disheveled. Mo Xibei jumped off the bed, casually straightened them, and went outside. Honglu was covering her eyes, pacing back and forth in the yard, muttering, "I'm going to get a sty now, I'm going to get a sty now."

"Why would you get a sty?" Mo Xibei patted her shoulder with amusement.

"Why didn't you lock the door when you were inside?" Honglu slightly parted her fingers, revealing a narrow gap, her round eyes sweeping over Mo Xibei before finally lowering her hands, complaining coquettishly. "Why didn't you knock before coming in?" Mo Xibei was both amused and annoyed, his eyes widening in response.

"I knocked!" Hong Lv's voice started loudly, but when he said the last word, his voice suddenly dropped.

"You're not going to tell me you knocked on the door but I didn't hear you, are you?" Mo Xibei narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of threat in his voice.

"So what if I didn't knock? I've never knocked before leaving your room." Honglu's momentum only weakened for a moment before she rallied. "You're not married to him yet, this is wrong. I'm going to keep an eye on you."

“Sister Honglv, you’re so fierce, I don’t know who would dare to want you. My God, do I have to support you for the rest of my life?” Mo Xibei frowned, pretending to think. “If I support you for the rest of my life, although I’ll suffer some losses, I’ll also save a good dowry. And you can help me manage the business, so it’s not too much of a loss.”

“Who wants you to support me for life!” Honglu retorted. “I can get married.”

"Sister Honglu, something's wrong with you today, very wrong." Mo Xibei naturally noticed the blush that appeared on Honglu's face when she talked about getting married. "What happened? Has someone come to propose marriage?"

"I don't know, how would I know?" Honglu stamped her foot, turned around and walked out. After a few steps, she saw Mo Xibei standing still, so she had to turn back and ask with a red face, "Why don't you go out and see?"

In the main hall of the inner courtyard sat a brightly dressed middle-aged woman with a thick layer of white powder on her face, rouge on her cheeks, and a bold red paint on the center of her lips, making them look like a large red cherry, which was quite comical. Upon seeing Mo Xibei emerge, she put down the dried fruit she was holding, curtsied, and said, "This servant wishes you congratulations."

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves Its Mark, Chapter Eighteen: The Road Ahead (Part Four)

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"Joy? What joy?" Mo Xibei smiled, sat down in the main seat of the hall, and while instructing someone to serve tea, said, "I haven't yet asked how to address you, madam?"

"No tea, no tea. Drinking tea will spoil the joy of this occasion." The middle-aged lady quickly stopped the maid and stepped forward to stand in front of Mo Xibei before saying, "My husband's surname is Liu, and everyone calls me Aunt Liu."

"Then may I ask, what is this joyous occasion that Aunt Liu has been talking about all day?" Mo Xibei tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes quickly scanning the hall. He saw a large box tied with a red ribbon where Aunt Liu had just been sitting, and inside was a wild goose.

"Well, I'm a matchmaker," said Aunt Liu. "As the saying goes, marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. Today, I've come to your house to propose marriage on someone's behalf." Aunt Liu looked Mo Xibei up and down with delight, and after a while, she said, "Look at your appearance, young lady. You have a full forehead and clear, bright eyes. I've judged countless people over the years, and I've rarely seen someone with such a noble and wealthy face. If it weren't for the fact that the young man who asked me to come is also extraordinary and handsome, clearly a dragon among men, I, Aunt Liu, would never have been able to utter the words 'propose marriage' after seeing your face."

"Propose marriage to me?" Mo Xibei stammered, instinctively looking towards the door, wondering if Mu Fei would simply throw him out without a word if he listened to Matchmaker Liu.

“Of course, I know you’re a young lady, and you’d be embarrassed to hear this. Why don’t you ask your father and mother to come out? Or, you can ask the host here, and I’ll talk to them.” Matchmaker Liu covered her mouth with a handkerchief, trying to smile more subtly, but as soon as she moved her lips, her face wrinkled up, reminding Mo Xibei of the powdered face of the Third Fairy Maiden, which looked like frost on donkey dung. He couldn’t help but laugh.

"I'm the master of this house, so you really have to talk to me if you need anything." Mo Xibei coughed twice to cover up his timidity, and said seriously, "May I ask which family's young master is proposing marriage?"

"You are the owner of this place?" This time it was the matchmaker Liu's turn to be surprised. After a long while, she stared at Mo Xibei with wide eyes and asked, "Is that the most magnificent Chunfeng Ruyi Tower in the capital, up ahead, owned by you, Miss?"

"Yes, you've come to propose marriage, don't you know who I am?" Mo Xibei nodded, thinking that the matchmaker might have come to the wrong house, or mistaken him for someone else.

"My goodness! No wonder I could tell at a glance that you, Miss, have an extraordinary bearing and are definitely not an ordinary person. At such a young age, with such delicate skin and a charming appearance, you outshine most men in the world when it comes to doing things. It's truly delightful to look at you." Matchmaker Liu paced back and forth on the ground, looking Mo Xibei up and down. After a while, she said, "Miss, how old are you this year? Are you betrothed yet? If you're not betrothed, I'll take care of the marriage. I'm not bragging, but the wealthy young men of the capital are all up to you to choose from."

"Auntie, you're quite the joker. Tell me, which of my daughters is here today to find a husband?" Mo Xibei waved his hand, stopping Liu the matchmaker's rambling.