Chapter 340
Chapter 340 - Han's Husband
Upon ascending the stairs, Xu Moyu carefully laid Xu Mochen on the bed, tucking him in with a blanket before stepping out onto the balcony with his phone.
As he approached the chair, he activated his device with a smile that seemed somewhat forced.
Hei Zi must be furious! Despite being unreachable all day, Hei Zi hesitated to answer his calls.
Unlocking his screen, Xu Moyu's delight surged upon seeing numerous missed calls and messages, enhancing his already radiant expression.
“Your progress is commendable, Sect Leader Han. Another 100 points to you,” he murmured, his smile unwavering, unbothered by potential backlash from his spouse.
Just as Xu Moyu relished his mood, a sudden call interrupted. Only Han Shaolin, his husband, would dare disturb him in the dead of night.
“Just got to the computer? Sect Leader Han is indeed swift!” Xu Moyu chuckled, answering the call, still in high spirits.
However, the voice on the other end belonged not to Han Shaolin, but to his daughter, Han Feiyu, clear and cold. “Dad's occupied. Mom, why are you back? He's furious!”
Startled by his daughter's voice, Xu Moyu quickly composed himself. “Is your father away? Busy?” His tone betrayed surprise.
“Busy indeed. If you don't want to return, I won't go searching for you anymore. That's what I said,” Han Feiyu responded coldly, indifferent even as she glanced at her incensed father, Han Shaolin.
Han Shaolin shot her a meaningful look, silently permitting her behavior despite his anger.
Han Feiyu rolled her eyes, seemingly indifferent to their conflict. However, faced with Han Shaolin's fury, she reluctantly aided him in placating Xu Moyu.
“Did Dad really say that?” Xu Moyu laughed knowingly, sensing Han Shaolin's presence with Han Feiyu. He likely coached Han Shaolin to relay that message, inducing worry and prompting Xu Moyu's return to H City.
Han Feiyu, aware of Xu Moyu's insight, replied casually, “Guess.”
Han Shaolin, exasperated, remained silent, knowing if he attempted to guess, it would confirm Xu Moyu's suspicions.
“Damn it! Running off every few days. Do you think I have as much free time as before?!” Xu Moyu expressed his frustration, aware of Han Shaolin's tendency to escape.
“Assure your dad I'm well-versed in these tricks.”
“No need to mention it. Sect Leader Han can hear,” Han Feiyu retorted, adopting Xu Moyu's playful address for Han Shaolin.
Han Feiyu addressed Han Shaolin as Sect Leader Han, mirroring Xu Moyu's manner of speaking.
“Ah, I see! Sect Leader Han was eavesdropping,” Xu Moyu remarked with a serene smile, reclining with crossed legs, savoring tea under the night sky, though feeling somewhat unsettled.
Aware of Xu Moyu's arrogance, Han Shaolin's anger flared once more, though he refrained from confrontation, attributing Xu Moyu's behavior to frequent departures.
“But indeed, Sect Leader Han is upset!” Han Feiyu glanced at Han Shaolin, her tone calm yet firm, her demeanor reminiscent of her father's icy composure.