So my son is the one being pursued?
Yu Xiaowen found this somewhat unbelievable. In her mind, her son was handsome, kind, studious, and humorous… but still—was this really possible? Hahaha.
She looked at “her son” with admiration, as if to say: Not bad. Worthy of being Yu Xiaowen’s son—your charm is truly exceptional…
Then, for show, she shot “him” a stern glare, as if to reassure her “future daughter-in-law”: “This brat, daring to treat my future daughter-in-law like this? He deserves a beating!”
“It’s alright, Auntie. Boys—especially outstanding ones—have to be cautious about everything. Maybe I just haven’t done enough yet.” He muttered softly.
Ye Qingyi: “……”
Yu Xiaowen: Rage meter charging…
“Of course, the fact that he brought me to meet you means I still have a place in his heart. I’m already happy enough. After all, you can’t rush feelings.”
Ye Qingyi: “…………”
Yu Xiaowen: Rage meter charging…
“But don’t blame him, Auntie. He’s very filial toward you too. That apple I gave you earlier? He was the one who told me to. It was a post-spiritual-revival fruit—eating it can prolong life and nourish the body.”
“Ah, no wonder it felt familiar! Now I remember—you’re the girl who tore the cup, right?” Yu Xiaowen suddenly realized, delighted. “This must be fate!”
Su Mo and Ye Qingyi froze simultaneously.
Tore the cup?
Oh, right.
Su Mo suddenly remembered—thanks to his mom’s influence, he always tore off the bottom of disposable cups after drinking from them.
No particular reason. Just a habit.
He hadn’t expected such an offhand action to have caught his mom’s attention.
“What a coincidence! My Xiao Mo does the exact same thing—learned it from me. Last time, when I saw you tear it just like him, I almost thought my son had turned into a daughter. Hahaha, don’t laugh at me, Auntie just really wanted a daughter… Once you join our family, I’ll treat you like my own…”
Su Mo smiled awkwardly but politely, glancing at Ye Qingyi only to find her lips pressed tight, her expression unreadable.
Putting on a bashful act, Su Mo chatted back and forth with his mom while Ye Qingyi resigned herself to the role of spectator, quietly eating the melon (enjoying the drama).
If you can’t change the situation, join it.
As noon approached, Yu Xiaowen headed to the kitchen. Su Mo tried to follow but was shooed away: “You two chat. The food will be ready soon—all your favorite dishes.”
My favorite dishes?
Su Mo glanced at Ye Qingyi, who smirked triumphantly.
So Mom asked the real deal…
Ye Qingyi peeked toward the kitchen, confirming Yu Xiaowen wasn’t looking, then sat beside Su Mo and whispered, “Not bad. You’re even more me than I am…”
Knowing he was in the wrong, Su Mo scooted away slightly and said meekly, “W-What are you doing? Auntie’s still here…”
He deliberately kept his voice low—just loud enough for his mom in the kitchen to hear.
“Hey, hey, hey—don’t push your luck. We’re not done talking about what happened earlier.” Ye Qingyi gritted her teeth, her expression the only outlet for her frustration.
Truthfully, she wasn’t that angry—if anything, she felt a strange little thrill—but she couldn’t stand Su Mo’s smugness.
Tilting her chin up, she poked his cheek repeatedly, their faces close. “Listen, if you dare take advantage of me again, I’ll— Wait, what are you—?”
Su Mo suddenly lowered his head, leaning in slightly.
Confused, Ye Qingyi was about to question him when her peripheral vision caught Yu Xiaowen’s figure.
From her angle, with us this close… wouldn’t it look like we’re…? Her cheeks burned, too embarrassed to lift her head.
Yu Xiaowen, “tactful” as ever, retreated to the kitchen and closed the door—though the grin on her face refused to fade.
“Don’t misunderstand. I just wanted to lock my mom in the kitchen so she wouldn’t keep finding excuses to peek.”
Ye Qingyi’s chest heaved. “You’re still making excuses!”
“It’s the truth. Watch—she won’t disturb us now.” Su Mo had his mom’s habits down pat. True to his word, she didn’t leave the kitchen until the food was ready—and even then, she called out first before opening the door.
At one point, Ye Qingyi almost wondered if the two had planned this whole thing—a scheme to snag a daughter-in-law.
Hmph. Especially Su Mo—he’s so mean, always bullying me and taking advantage. Hmph!
“Qingyi, these are all your favorites. I had Xiao Mo buy them fresh this morning.” Yu Xiaowen handed Su Mo a clean pair of chopsticks and served him food.
Beside them, Ye Qingyi paused.
She’s the one who bought them, yet she’s crediting her son… The lengths parents go to…
She didn’t expose the lie, quietly eating her meal instead.
Watching “herself” beside her looking blissful, Ye Qingyi suddenly felt a pang in her chest, her eyes reddening.
She didn’t have a mother anymore…
Su Mo noticed her shift and discreetly nudged her arm.
“Mom…” Ye Qingyi blurted out without thinking.
Though she’d called Yu Xiaowen “Mom” before, this time was different—her voice thick with emotion, like a long-lost child reuniting with their mother.
Hearing the unusual tone, Yu Xiaowen set down her chopsticks and touched “his” forehead. “Are you okay? You seem… Huh? Why the tears? You’re a grown man—your girlfriend’s right here.”
Though her words carried mild reproach, she still lovingly patted “her son’s” face, even if she didn’t understand the reason.
Su Mo suddenly thought of something and joked, “Xiao Mo might be jealous of how well you’re treating me. Guess even boys need comfort sometimes.”
Hearing this, Yu Xiaowen pulled “her son” into a hug and gently patted “his” back. “There. Fair now?”
Ye Qingyi couldn’t help but laugh, a single tear finally rolling down her cheek—crystal-clear, the kind that would refract rainbows under light.
It had been so long since she’d felt this relaxed and happy… The last time? She couldn’t even remember.
Over lunch, Su Mo fielded many questions from his mom. Aside from Ye Qingyi’s background and certain secrets, he answered truthfully—albeit with literary embellishment. After all, as a child of Xia’s millennia-old culture, elegance in speech was a given.
Of course, things like joining Beidou and becoming a superhuman were already known to his mom—he’d explained over the phone before. Though she’d initially opposed it, his dad’s persuasion had eventually won her over.
That was why, from the start, she’d suspected Ye Qingyi (current Su Mo) was also a superhuman. Otherwise, how could they be together? Better than ending up “walking different paths.”
Finally, Yu Xiaowen brought out the jade bracelet her own mother-in-law had given her and handed it to Su Mo. “You’re both still young, with long roads ahead. That you’ve met at all is the greatest fate—cherish each other.”
Su Mo suddenly wondered if he’d taken the act too far. If we switch back later and go our separate ways, Mom might actually kill me…