After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 141

Qin family’s old residence.

Just after his twelfth birthday, the boy wore a crisp white shirt, carrying a spray bottle as he watered a few pots of blue roses left in the corner.

Because Qin Mohuai loved blue roses, the old residence raised many of them.

The preferences of those in power always get amplified so amplified that they eventually overflow.

Like these few neglected pots of blue roses by the wall.

The summer breeze blew, ballooning the boy’s shirt against his slender waist. A few pure white jasmine petals whirled down, landing lightly on Qin Yubai’s shoulder.

His refined brows, his clean, quiet aura—one couldn’t imagine how many girls’ youth he would dazzle.

Someone got there first, flicking the petals off his shoulder.

Qin Chaolang: “You’re really going to MIT to study physics?”

Qin Yubai: “I’ll study at MIT for two years, then return to learn under Professor Zhang for three to five years, then head to Princeton.”

He had his own plan, sharp and unwavering, with that same noble calmness inherited from Qin Mohuai.

The setting sun stretched the boy’s shadow long, but it could not block his fiery steps forward.

Carrying his spray bottle, Qin Yubai turned back.

Qin Chaolang walked beside him, his face full of mock annoyance. “You go off studying physics, then what about Qin Corporation? Out of the younger generation, only you and I are reliable. If you pat your butt and leave, I’ll die chained to my desk.”

Qin Yubai smiled faintly, his phoenix eyes glowing like starlight piercing through morning mist, so dazzling that even blooming flowers seemed to pale.

“I don’t really like physics. But if I don’t study it, I won’t be able to sleep peacefully at night. My whole life will be restless. When I finish chasing my dream… if I’m still young, I’ll go help you at the company.”

Qin Chaolang didn’t fully understand what his nephew meant. His father was Qin Jingye, so seniority-wise, it wasn’t really wrong to call Yubai his nephew.

“If you don’t like it, then don’t study it. The world doesn’t lack physicists.”

“The world doesn’t lack physicists. But it does lack me.” Yubai’s voice was calm and clear, stating it like simple truth.

Qin Chaolang couldn’t help but laugh. “When it comes to B-king, we’ve got to hand it to our Yubai.”

“What’s B-king?”

Yubai rarely surfed the internet. His laptop was usually only for reading papers.

Qin Chaolang fell silent, his sharp brows lowering slightly. “Yubai, I hope you can complete your dream soon and do what you want.”

“I will.”

“Brother! Yubai-gege!”

A little girl in a pink princess dress—three and a half years old—ran happily to Yubai’s side.

Her round, rosy face looked like she was shy.

Qin Baozhu could already distinguish beauty from plainness, and every time she saw the ethereal Yubai, she would blush and shy away.

Qin Chaolang squatted down. “Piggy, I’m your real brother. Yubai is your nephew. You can’t call him gege.”

Baozhu was Qin Jingye and Su Yingxue’s youngest daughter, cherished like a jewel since birth, spoiled enough to grow a temper.

She huffed in a baby-fierce voice. “Yubai-gege is older than me! I asked Mommy and Daddy—I can call him gege!”

Chaolang made a shocked face. “Piggy, you’re so fierce! That’s not ladylike at all. Yubai-gege likes gentle little ladies.”

Baozhu clamped her lips shut, then immediately forced a sweet little smile. Her chubby body swayed side to side, blinking her grape-like eyes, begging Yubai to carry her.

Yubai carried her for a while before passing her to Chaolang.

“I still have a physics project and some papers unfinished. But before I go abroad, we’ll gather again.”

Chaolang hugged his sister, watching him leave.

“Haah, the schedule of a future great scientist is really precious. Piggy, do you think living like that must be exhausting?”

“Yubai-gege is great! Auntie Xiayuan is great! Uncle Mohuai is great too!”

“…Piggy, your seniority’s all messed up.”

Xiayuan could only live to fifty. Like fifty bells tolling—one for each passing year. Thirty-three had rung already.

The string in Qin Mohuai’s mind grew tighter and tighter. He forced himself to accept it, numbed himself into believing Xiayuan could live to a hundred.

But the racing car in the garage showed signs of use.

When Xiayuan discovered Mohuai risking his life with racing again, she chased him down in her Maybach, scaring him into a cold sweat before he swore never to touch racing again.

Mohuai once thought about using the time machine to go back and change everything. But that path had already been sealed off ten years ago by Qin Jingye.

So he started going often to Qingshan Temple, burning incense, speaking with the abbot.

Time after time, the abbot broke the heavens’ taboo, telling Mohuai there was always a turning point—soothing him each time, though he always came back again.

If not for the tens of millions in donations and charity Mohuai gave every visit, the abbot would’ve long since roamed the world carefree.

Xiayuan thought compared to racing, burning incense was harmless. So she let him be.

Shenghai Manor.

Xiayuan reclined on the sofa, her eyes covered with a blue silk band soaked in medicine. Her eyes had been unwell lately; Western doctors found nothing, so she sought traditional medicine.

Time had favored her, leaving few marks. Her slender waist was like a flower branch, a few rose petals scattered around her, beautiful even in their brokenness.

Mohuai knelt on one knee, kissing the back of her hand, his reddened eyes full of aching love. “Is this the price you paid to return?”

“No!” Xiayuan firmly denied.

Even if it was, she couldn’t say so—she couldn’t add to his burden.

After a pause, her soft, clear voice whispered, “Ah-Huai, I know why you support Zhenbao studying physics. Don’t let me ruin his life, okay?”

The noble man drew a deep breath, voice hoarse, like a beast’s muffled cry. “I didn’t guide him to it. He chose it himself.”

“Mom, I chose it willingly.”

Yubai walked over, pulling a sleek bracelet from his pocket and slipping it on her wrist.

It was cool to the touch, but nothing else.

Xiayuan: “What is this?”

Yubai’s starlit brows were calm yet shadowed with faint sharpness. His voice was gentle to the extreme.

“Professor Zhang took Dad and Ninth Uncle’s hundreds of billions in research funding—he had to produce something useful.

“Mom, this bracelet can extend your life by fifteen years. It only works for you. And there’s still plenty of time. I’ll solve your lifespan problem.”

“Don’t worry about me choosing physics. Don’t think I lost my childhood dream of being, like Dad, a businessman who benefits society. If I wanted, I could easily become the world’s richest man. But none of that is more important than you.”

A crystal tear slid down Xiayuan’s cheek. She removed the silk band from her eyes and hugged the boy like a midsummer night.

Mohuai’s hand, veined and strong, gripped his son’s shoulder. A man who never bowed to anyone finally felt admiration.

Good son. Well done!

That night, Qin Mohuai had a dream.

He dreamed he crossed to Xiayuan’s world and met the eighteen-year-old her—clumsy, bruised, and battered by life.

The End!

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