Chapter 48: Epilogue

Eight years had passed without seeing each other, and Lu Lewei’s figure had become bulky, her complexion sallow, and her skin rough. Dressed in middle-aged market clothes, she resembled an old auntie. Su Hua found it challenging to associate her with the youthful beauty of the past, Lu Lewei.

“Huahua,” Feng Xiao walked over holding a book, happily saying, “I cracked your password.”

Lu Lewei looked at the handsome and imposing Feng Xiao, dressed in casual attire but exuding a noble aura, and asked, “Feng Xiao?”

Somehow, Lu Lewei thought of the time when Feng Xiao was bullied in the restroom.

In reality, she didn’t go there by chance that day; a voice kept telling her to go there, and that’s why she went.

Suddenly, she wondered, if on that day she had saved Feng Xiao and Su Hua had not appeared, would the person sitting here now, being looked at so tenderly by Feng Xiao, be her?

“Who are you?” Feng Xiao looked at Lu Lewei, apparently not recognizing her.

Being questioned by Feng Xiao made Lu Lewei feel embarrassed. After all, they were once classmates, and she had saved him. But Feng Xiao’s attitude now made her inexplicably upset.

Turning around, Lu Lewei ran away.

Su Hua: “…”

What kind of drama is the female lead imagining with that betrayed expression? So much drama.

Feng Xiao stared blankly for a moment, then ignored it, holding the book and saying, “Huahua, I cracked the password.”

“Let me see.”

Feng Xiao handed her the book, pointing out several locations for words.

“Tonight, can I sleep on the bed, right?”

“Of course.” Su Hua rewarded him with a kiss. “Tonight, let’s sleep on the bed. Let that smelly kid sleep with my mom.”

Feng Xiao immediately hugged her, complaining, “Huahua, it’s been two days since we slept together.”

Feng Xiao regretted deeply why he didn’t throw away that smelly kid when he was born. Why did he let him compete with him for Huahua every day now?

“Be good.” Su Hua patted his head.

As they were talking, the sound of a car outside could be heard. Soon, Feng Xiao heard the voice of his rival from a distance.

“Huahua, I’m back.”

“Yanyan, be careful.” Shu Lan’s worried voice followed.

Feng Xiao immediately stood up. When the little guy came in from outside, he scolded, “I’ve told you many times to call her’mom’. Did Huahua ask you to call her that?”

“Dad, both you and grandma call Huahua. Why can’t I?”

The little boy was about seven or eight years old and had a lovely appearance. He looked confident and resembled Feng Xiao a lot between his eyebrows.

This was Su Hua and Feng Xiao’s son—Feng Yan.

“I’m her husband; of course, I can call her that.”

Feng Yan lifted his chin. “Then, I want to be Huahua’s husband too.”

“Feng Yan, are you tired of living, huh?”

Feng Xiao was about to grab Feng Yan, but the latter agilely dodged and directly hid in Su Hua’s arms. Accusingly, he said, “Huahua, look at your husband. He’s not gentle at all. He’s a violent madman. You should marry me instead.”

“You stinky brat, still talking!”

Feng Xiao was about to be driven crazy. He had a son, and every day he incited his wife to divorce him. He must have offended this kid’s ancestors in his previous life, or how could he be reborn in Huahua’s belly to provoke him?

Shu Lan had already walked in and, seeing this chaotic scene, said helplessly, “Ah Xiao, be careful, Yan Yan, you don’t fall.”

Su Hua looked at this scene, revealing a relieved smile.

—

Feng Xiao lived to the age of seventy-eight. When he died, he held Su Hua’s hand, his eyes gentle, and with his old, hoarse voice, he used his last strength to say, “Huahua, I believe in the afterlife. In the next life, I will find you too.”

Before Su Hua could answer, Feng Xiao closed his eyes.

“Leave.”