After venting the anger in her chest, Xia Yueyou crossed her arms and curled up on the soft sofa beside her.
She glanced at him and gave a soft huff.
"Little You'er, let me show you two good things." Having thoroughly feasted his eyes, Xuanchen was in an extremely good mood.
With a flick of his sleeve, two objects glowing with a faint red light appeared in his hands.
"C4 bombs?!"
Xia Yueyou's expression changed drastically. The other party was truly stopping at nothing; these two bombs weighed at least two kilograms each and were completely capable of tearing this private jet apart in midair!
Xuanchen casually tossed the two bombs out through the cabin door and said in an unconcerned tone, "I told you, with me here, no one can hurt you."
"Where did you throw them?" she asked, her expression tense. Things like this couldn't just be thrown around carelessly.
"Don't worry, they won't hit anyone."
Indeed, they wouldn't hit anyone, because the two bombs were flying straight up into outer space.
It wouldn't be long before the capital of the Island Nation discovered they were two satellites short in the sky.
"Ah-chen, I'm getting more and more curious about you," Xia Yueyou said, looking at him seriously.
Not only was his strength unfathomable, but he also possessed countless mystical arts and high-grade spirit medicines.
"Some say that when a woman starts getting curious about a man, it proves she's about to fall in love with him. Little You'er, I'll be waiting for you to explore."
Xuanchen smiled and squeezed onto the same sofa with her, pressing close.
"Narcissist."
She rolled her eyes charmingly. Since she let him squeeze over—having already carried her on his back through such a long journey—letting him lean against her was no big deal.
The private jet flew smoothly and landed at Kyoto International Airport about four hours later.
Xia Yueyou woke up Murong Xue, who was still fast asleep, and the three of them got off the plane together.
It was now late dusk. Even right there at the airport, the neon lights flashing across the urban area could be seen illuminating a vast expanse of the sky.
As they walked into the terminal building, they immediately drew the gazes of everyone around them.
After all, a tall, long-haired handsome man in ancient attire, accompanied by a cold, aloof urban elite woman and a cute little girl, made for an eye-catching combination indeed.
Many people pulled out their phones wanting to snap a picture of this scene, but no matter how they focused, they were astonished to find they couldn't capture the trio's faces clearly!
Being watched by crowds was already an everyday occurrence for the two young misses, so they didn't care.
Noticing certain unrestrained gazes staring fixedly at his Little You'er, Xuanchen felt a flash of displeasure. Normal appreciation was one thing, but some of those looks were downright lewd.
He naturally reached out to hold her delicate hand, and his canvas-shoed foot gently tapped the ground!
Those who had been harboring lewd thoughts while looking at Xia Yueyou suddenly felt a sharp pain in their eyes, with layer upon layer of overlapping double images flashing before them.
Xuanchen glanced at a group of men in black not far away and hooked the corner of his lips into a cold smile.
...
In a certain spot in the airport parking area sat a Guoya sedan that looked high-profile but wasn't actually expensive.
Xia Yueyou channeled her spiritual power to inspect the car and make sure no one had tampered with it before pulling open the door and sliding into the driver's seat.
"Little You'er, give me your phone. I need to make a call."
Xuanchen sat naturally in the front passenger seat and reached out her hand for the phone.
She gave him a skeptical look, but still handed the phone over.
After skillfully unlocking it, Xuanchen entered a string of irregular, mysterious digits and tapped the dial button.
The call connected, and the person on the other end maintained silence.
He said in a flat tone, "It's me, Xuanchen."
"Sir? You've come out of seclusion?!" The voice on the other end was filled with astonishment and joy.
"Yeah. Have a full set of ordinary worldly identification documents sent over to me. Oh, and I'm twenty-five years old now."
"......"
The person on the other end was speechless for a moment before replying, "Understood, Sir. I will personally deliver them to you tomorrow at nine in the morning."
"Good. Remember this number—it belongs to my future wife," Xuanchen said before hanging up directly.
Xia Yueyou rolled her eyes at him, started the car, and drove away.
......
In the East District of Kyoto, the old Xia family residence was brightly lit, and the servants' faces were filled with bitterness.
Their gazes swept toward the main room in the inner courtyard from time to time, hoping the old family head would pull through; otherwise, they would all lose this high-paying and leisurely job.
In the main room, a middle-aged man who looked only about fifty years old lay quietly on the bed.
A noble-looking woman was meticulously wiping his face.
"Wanru, is Dad still not moving?"
A man in his forties walked in and sat by the bed, quietly watching his father's sleeping face.
"Yeah, still the same as yesterday. Dr. Zhang said if Dad still doesn't wake up in another two days, then..."
"Sigh! I just hope Yueyou can find the spirit medicine and rush back in time," Xia Yuxuan sighed.
"When that girl gets back, I'm going to give her a sound scolding."
At this, Jiang Wanru was full of anger. Going to a place like the primeval forest just like that—if she ran into danger, her cries to heaven wouldn't be answered and the earth wouldn't respond.
"Wanru, Yueyou's strength is greater than yours. How are you going to scold her?"
"You shut up."
She grew even angrier. Ever since her daughter started cultivating immortality, she had become completely lawless in front of her. Whenever she wanted to discipline her, she would either be muted or have her hearing blocked.
"And another thing, talk to Big Brother and tell him to put away his wild ideas. Look at the kind of person he's set his sights on—how could someone like that ever be a match for our Yueyou?"
"I know."
Xia Yuxuan's expression didn't look good either. That brat from the Lin family had truly gone too far, actually daring to leave his daughter behind and run back alone, even coming up with an excuse about getting lost. He had simply zero sense of responsibility!
"A playboy like that is indeed not a match for me."
Holding a jade box, Xia Yueyou strode in through the doorway. She had just dropped Xiao Xue off at the Murong family residence first before hurriedly driving over.
Looking at her grandfather lying pale-faced on the bed, her heart was filled with joy.
"Grandpa, you'll be able to wake up soon."
"Yueyou, you found the spirit medicine?" Xia Yuxuan's face lit up with joy.
"Yeah, I found it," she said in a flat tone.
"As long as you found it, as long as you found it."
He was already used to his daughter's attitude. He and his wife had been busy with business matters in the early days, thereby neglecting her upbringing.
"Yueyou, you still..."
Before Jiang Wanru could finish speaking, she was muted, angering her so much that her eyes bulged.
"Mom, you're still prettier when you're not talking. This silencing spell lasts for twenty minutes." Xia Yueyou flicked the glowing orb lighting up her fingertip.
"Sir, you cannot go in." A commotion came from outside the door.
Xia Yuxuan frowned. Who would dare come to the old residence to cause trouble at a time like this? Before he could figure it out, he heard his daughter say, "Dad, go invite him in. He can save Grandpa."
She had run over in a hurry after getting out of the car, while Xuanchen had strolled along leisurely, making her want to punch him again—only to be stopped by the servants.
Though puzzled, he still listened to his daughter and immediately walked out the door.
"Yo, little Xia, how long has it been, and you've already gotten this old?"