"Don't dislike him." Tang Yue snuggled quietly in his arms, earnestly saying, "If he really comes, we should be very, very happy to welcome him."
Tang Yue was even somewhat looking forward to it; having a child wouldn't be a bad thing—it would be her child of two lifetimes.
The couple returned home sweetly entwined, but as soon as they opened the courtyard gate, Tang Yue felt a void in her heart. In the next moment, Meng Siyu began fighting with someone in the yard, so fast that Tang Yue was completely dumbfounded.
Who is that?
Tang Yue stared at the person fighting with Meng Siyu, tall and thin, looking oddly familiar.
Also, why is this person in their home?
Tang Yue watched them bewildered, knowing Meng Siyu was skilled was one thing, but witnessing it firsthand made her heart couldn't help but flutter.
"Stop fighting!" Tang Yue remembered who the familiar person was, she said, "Gu Chun, what are you doing at my house?"
"Isn't your house in the alley?" Gu Chun was very surprised; he didn't expect that randomly choosing a house would turn out to be Tang Yue's home.
As soon as Meng Siyu recognized him, he and Gu Chun consciously stopped fighting. Meng Siyu stood next to Tang Yue, asking with his eyes—who is this person?
Just upon entering the yard, he smelled a faint scent of blood in the air, and instantly shielded Tang Yue behind him and confronted the man, only to be surprised that Tang Yue knew him.
The man in front looked lean and gaunt, but his features were still very good except being frighteningly thin.
"I just got married; this is my husband, Meng Siyu."
Tang Yue introduced him, not knowing why she felt even seeing Gu Chun for the second time that he seemed trustworthy.
Her mind flashed with Aunt Lian's gorgeous appearance; in her thirties, but never married because of Gu Chun, a man she decisively waited for couldn't possibly be a bad person, right?
"A practitioner?"
Gu Chun's gaze fell on Meng Siyu's sturdy figure; even though he wasn't wearing a white shirt, the brief skirmish still gave him that impression of Meng Siyu.
"Yes." Meng Siyu didn't deny it, his penetrating gaze landing on Gu Chun as he counter-asked, "Shouldn't we have a talk?"
"Don't even think about leaving." Meng Siyu's eyes swept towards Gu Chun's abdomen and legs, stating: "You're injured, you're no match for me."
The faint smell of blood earlier and the slight delay in Gu Chun's movements during their skirmish clued Meng Siyu in on his injuries.
"Although I don't know why you're avoiding Aunt Lian, you're hurt, and It might be safer if Si Yu helps with your wounds before you leave," Tang Yue said, then turned and headed to the pharmacy at the end of the alley to buy some common medications.
If it were in the alley, they would have medicine at home, but in the new house, they hadn't prepared any.
Tang Yue ran quickly, returning soon with a bag of medicine for external injuries. In the living room, Gu Chun and Meng Siyu sat opposite each other, seeming not quite cordial.
"Xiao Yue, go into the room," Meng Siyu ushered her away.
Tang Yue moved her lips but didn't say more.
She pressed her ear against the door, but couldn't hear the slightest sound.
Tang Yue simply stopped listening; sitting in the room, restlessly wishing she could contact Lian Tong immediately.
Unfortunately, the phone was in the living room, and she had no chance to use it.
After who knows how long, hearing someone leaving, she opened the door and saw Meng Siyu coming in.


"Aunt Lian." Tang Yue stepped forward quickly, snatching the wine bottle from Lian Tong's hand, saying, "Aunt Lian, you can't drink anymore."
Lian Tong's face was flushed with a drunken red, and her eyes looked hazy as if she was drunk.
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