FRGNM -Chapter 59 The Ignited Flame

Once something is broken, how can it ever be truly restored? Even if pieced back together, it is no longer what it once was…

Nearly crestfallen, Ling Ruoxi entered the embassy. She pressed a hand to her forehead in helpless frustration, leaning back in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose. She had no idea where Huangfu Xuan might have gone. She had searched nearly every accessible place in the capital, yet there was no sign of him.

If she risked her life this time, what would happen next time?

“Mommy…” Two tiny heads peeked around the corner, almost pressed to the doorframe, big eyes blinking as they waved at her.

Raising an eyebrow, Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly. “Yizhui, Yimeng… what’s wrong? You two little troublemakers—did you get into mischief again?”

“No, Mommy. Daddy is taking a bath. Don’t you want to go check on him?” Yizhui scratched his head and stuck out his tongue helplessly.

A bath? Ling Ruoxi scoffed. “What does it matter to us if he’s bathing? Why would I go check on him?”

“No, Mommy. Since you left, Daddy’s been in there for hours. He might already have become a boiled corpse.” Yimeng shivered at the thought. The spring water had remained warm, and if one wasn’t careful, someone really could be cooked.

What? Ling Ruoxi nearly jumped up and rushed into the room. Seeing the rising steam from the bath, she kicked the water lightly. “Luo Mingyu! If you’re alive, make a sound! Luo Mingyu!”

But the thick mist made it impossible to see him.

The two children, following behind, gawked at the scene. Yizhui swallowed. “Could Daddy really be boiled? No way… he’s so strong. Even hot water can’t hurt him, right?”

“You fool! Didn’t Mommy say a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water? Daddy won’t be boiled, so why fear hot water?” Yimeng patted Yizhui’s head and said in her baby voice.

Ling Ruoxi was almost exasperated by the two kids. She pounded the mist with her hands and carefully stepped forward. “Luo Mingyu! If you’re alive, make a sound! You damn… squeak!”

“Eeek!” Just as Ling Ruoxi shouted, the person in the center of the bath emitted a sound. His face was flushed purple, veins bulging in his arms.

A squeak! She almost choked on her own saliva. She ran forward. “Luo Mingyu! I told you to squeak… wah!”

“Splash!” She misstepped, plunging headfirst into the water. She had forgotten—five steps ahead was the bath.

“You clumsy woman.” Luo Mingyu lightly snorted. A faint blush colored his handsome face. Amid the mist, his muscles were wrapped in a soft purple glow. With a casual wave of his hand, the steam dispersed.

He extended his hand and pulled the struggling woman upright. She was like a soaking little chick, gasping, chest heaving. Her drenched hair draped over her shoulders, the white silk clinging to her curves, fully revealing her figure.

“Luo Mingyu! You’re asking for death! Didn’t I say squeak? You—!” Ling Ruoxi quickly wiped the water from her face, swung her long hair back, and lifted her skirt as she marched toward the culprit. Her presence alone seemed ready to tear him apart.

Yizhui raised an eyebrow. “Mommy, you look like an old witch. Didn’t Daddy just squeak? You fell by yourself. And Daddy saved you with Dou Qi!”

“You… you… fine! In such a short time, your heart already follows your father?” Ling Ruoxi tossed her arms into the spring water.

The water splashed over the two children on the shore.

“You’re mean, Mommy! I’ll splash you too!” Yimeng jumped in, patting the water with her small hands, drenching the two standing figures.

What had been a serene, misty bath turned into a full-fledged water fight. Poor Luo Mingyu got hit a few times, even struck in the abdomen by Ling Ruoxi’s elbow. Eventually, he could take no more and joined the children, splashing her back. In this moment, Dou Qi, medical expertise—it all disappeared. They were simply a family enjoying chaos.

“I’m so tired, Mommy.” Yimeng yawned, stretching, and nestled against Ling Ruoxi like a little koala, hugging her neck.

“There, there. Dry yourself or you’ll catch a cold. Come on, change clothes and then sleep.” Ling Ruoxi patted Yimeng’s head while helping her dress.

Yizhui shrank back, terrified of the looming Luo Mingyu. “Daddy! I’ll listen! I’ll do everything you say!”

“Take off your clothes and put these on.” Purple Dou Qi flickered. Luo Mingyu didn’t have time to wait for Yizhui. With a sweep of his hand, the Dou Qi shattered the child’s clothes on the bed.

Screaming, Yizhui grabbed a blanket and dove under it.

“Out.” Luo Mingyu frowned at the towel-wrapped boy. He had never dressed a child before and found it unexpectedly difficult.

Yizhui’s head was under the blanket, butt facing outward, screaming, “No! Daddy is scary! Mommy doesn’t dress me like this!”

“Now I’m dressing you!” Luo Mingyu yanked the blanket. His face was purple. He couldn’t imagine how the woman managed these two little ones.

“Okay… okay…” Yizhui trembled, taking the clothes from Luo Mingyu. On Liuli Island, he had dressed himself, but Luo Mingyu’s sheer presence left his hands shaking, unable to put on his inner shirt.

Seeing the woman in the mirror, drenched, her smile teasing him as if watching him embarrass himself, she didn’t notice Yimeng tugging at her clothes. Her front opened, exposing the curve of her chest. Recalling her once-smooth skin and enticing form beneath her…

A fire ignited in Luo Mingyu’s lower abdomen. He grabbed Yizhui’s wrist, lifting the clothes to help him dress.

But the frightened boy resisted, pulling back. “No! I can do it myself!”

His tiny foot kicked inadvertently, striking Luo Mingyu’s lower abdomen. The towel covering him flew away.

“Pfft!” Ling Ruoxi laughed heartily. The man had never been so humiliated, and now her son had done this to him.

Yimeng, clueless, yawned. “Mommy, why are you laughing? Daddy, where are your pants? Mommy said no pants means being naughty—shame!”

“Daddy, I didn’t mean it!” Yizhui nearly cried, staring at the object between Luo Mingyu’s legs. He checked it carefully. “Daddy, is it swollen? Bigger than my forearm? Mommy should check—if it’s cut, you won’t be able to pee.”

“Pfft! Hahaha…” Ling Ruoxi couldn’t hold it in, spitting laughter. In Luo Mingyu’s murderous gaze, she grabbed Yimeng and dashed out. “Yimeng is sleepy. I’ll put her to bed first.”

Outside, her laughter echoed, but then abruptly stopped. Wait… the child said Luo Mingyu’s… bigger than his forearm? Could it be…?

No way. Is this man really gay? Leaving the boy like that—too risky.

She laid Yimeng down, coaxed her to sleep, then turned to rush out. She hadn’t gone far when she saw Luo Mingyu fully dressed, carrying Yizhui on his shoulder. Without a word, he smacked Yizhui’s bottom and tossed him onto the bed.

“I really was wrong, Daddy.” Yizhui raised his hands, innocent.

Luo Mingyu snorted and grabbed Ling Ruoxi. “Daddy and Mommy are going to work. You two sleep well!”

“Hey! Let go! I want to sleep with the kids!” Ling Ruoxi’s heart raced. Her whole body was sore. This man was too strong; she couldn’t handle him.

He ignored her, scooping her up in a horizontal embrace. Glancing at the children, he coldly said, “Sleep.”

“Luo Mingyu! Let go! If you don’t, I’ll call… help!” Ling Ruoxi struggled, heart hammering. No matter how she hit him, he remained unfazed.

The door slammed, and when the purple formation filled the room, Ling Ruoxi realized she could not escape.

“Take off your clothes.” Luo Mingyu placed clean garments on the table, unfastened his waist sash, and tossed it aside.

Ling Ruoxi shivered, embarrassed. “Um… I prefer to change alone… maybe you go to the bath? No… I’ll do it myself…”

She reached for the clothes, but the mischievous man slapped her hand. “Who cried for help just now? Who said someone was violating you? Now everyone here knows it. If I don’t do something, it seems disrespectful to the word ‘violation.’”

“Uh…” Ling Ruoxi’s mouth twitched. She hadn’t realized it—this man could really be so… shameless!

“You shameless!” she muttered, clutching her wrist.

Raising an eyebrow, Luo Mingyu smirked. “Shameless? You’re scolding me?”

“No, no… you misheard. I meant… how to behave in public.” She had whispered so lightly, yet he still heard.

Luo Mingyu’s lips curved. “Shameless people have their own style. Want me to show you mine?”