FRGNM -Chapter 75 The Handwriting Is Too Ugly

“What use is a woman like that to you?” Luo Song sneered disdainfully, looking at the person who had retreated several steps away. He said coldly, “Prepare a courtyard pavilion—I’ll stay here for now. Luo Mingyu, I’ll give you three more months. If you still refuse to leave, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

“If you want me to go, you’ll have to beat me first.” Luo Mingyu smiled faintly. Then he glanced at Fang Xu, who was still sitting calmly and drinking tea, and bent slightly toward him. “I heard you want to become my woman’s man?”

“Heh, can’t I?” Fang Xu toyed with the wine cup in his hand and smiled lightly at Luo Mingyu. “You can keep wearing that mask—I can take it off one day. Sooner or later, I’ll let Ruoxi know exactly who you are!”

“Is that so? I’ll be waiting for that day.” Luo Mingyu replied calmly, then added coldly, “But Ruoxi is mine. If you dare touch her, I’ll wipe you out—along with all the property you own on the Dragon-Soaring Continent, which will all become mine.”

He placed a hand on Fang Xu’s shoulder. In that instant, murderous intent erupted completely.

Fang Xu’s pupils shrank sharply. The wine cup in his hand turned to powder in an instant. It was only after the silver-white figure left that Fang Xu recovered from his shock.

What was that aura just now?! That fear rising from the depths of his heart!

Turning his head abruptly, Fang Xu realized he was finding that man harder and harder to fathom.

“Master Fang,” Nangong Qin said with a smile, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes, “there is something I wish to ask you. I heard that you bought up the assets of the eighteen outer clans?”

A gentle breeze blew as three figures hopped cheerfully along the street. The stalls full of snacks made one’s appetite surge.

“Mommy, I want that one—and that one too!” In one go, Ling Ruoxi bought a pile of snacks. Hugging her spoils, she looked at the two little ones beside her, who were also holding snacks, and smiled.

“Yizhui, Yimeng—later tonight, we’ll go release lanterns together!”

“Huh? Mommy, lanterns? Is today some festival?” Yizhui asked in confusion, biting into his pancake.

Yimeng nodded beside him. “Silly brother. When we were on Glass Island, Mommy only released lanterns in spring when the flowers bloomed. But Beining Kingdom is really cold—there are barely any flowers outside.”

“The season when flowers bloom?” Yizhui’s eyes lit up. “Mommy, why don’t we go home and make mooncakes? We can eat mooncakes and watch the moon together! Mommy’s mooncakes are really delicious—and we can still release lanterns!”

Thinking of the tragic legend of Chang’e flying to the moon, Ling Ruoxi smiled. Did such a beautiful woman truly live on the moon, lonely and listening to silence, living there all alone?

“Alright then,” Ling Ruoxi smiled and patted Yizhui’s head. “This time… we won’t release floating lanterns—we’ll release Kongming lanterns!”

As she reached out, however, the snacks in her arms suddenly slipped and fell toward the ground.

Flustered, Ling Ruoxi reached out to grab them. “Ah!”

She leaned forward instinctively, but as she stepped out, her foot caught the hem of her skirt. Before she could react, she pitched forward.

She reached out to grab something in front of her. Her hand brushed smooth fabric, and with a light tug—

Thump!

She fell heavily to the ground.

The snacks were instantly flattened beneath her, and Ling Ruoxi cried out in pain.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Yizhui froze, then hurriedly squatted down.

“Pfft! Dad, you—” Yimeng stood there completely stunned, eyes wide as she stared at the man in front of them.

Rubbing her elbow, Ling Ruoxi touched the silver fabric beneath her hand and subconsciously looked up—only to blush violently.

That fall had only hurt a bit—but what she was gripping was Luo Mingyu’s trousers! She had even yanked down his underpants with them. Because of his long robe, he wasn’t completely exposed, but the moment she looked up, she saw everything.

Like a startled rabbit, Ling Ruoxi hurriedly grabbed Luo Mingyu’s waistband and pulled it back up. “I—I didn’t mean to!”

Who the hell knew this man would suddenly appear here—and have his pants pulled down by her?!

Luo Mingyu’s lips twitched as he looked at the blushing woman in front of him. Lowering his head, he smiled faintly. “You’re already this eager even out on the street. Looks like you missed me a lot while I was gone. It’s fine—tonight I’ll take good care of you.”

“Get lost!” Ling Ruoxi grabbed an apple from the ground and hurled it straight at Luo Mingyu’s punchable face. Then she lifted her chin proudly, grabbed the two children, and walked away.

Covering his nose where he’d been hit, Luo Mingyu hurriedly pulled up his pants and chased after them. The onlookers couldn’t help laughing—the scene really looked like a family having a lovers’ quarrel.

Night fell like ink. The stars flickered faintly, and though the moon wasn’t as beautiful as it was during Mid-Autumn Festival, it had a hazy charm that made it hard to grasp.

Under the moonlight, the brightly lit residence bustled with activity. Long tables were set up in the courtyard, and even the kitchen utensils had been brought out.

Steamers, oil pots, seasonings, minced meat—the fragrant aroma spread everywhere. Plate after plate of neatly arranged mooncakes were placed on the table.

Seeing such small, delicate pastries for the first time, Luo Mingyu was completely stunned. Holding a mooncake not even as big as his palm, he sniffed it lightly, then looked at Yizhui and Yimeng, who were fighting over them. He pressed Yizhui’s head. “As the older brother, you should let your sister. Be good, son—tell your old man, what is this?”

“This? Mooncakes. Dad, you don’t know?” Yizhui replied smugly. “So old-fashioned—don’t tell me you’ve never eaten them.”

Fresh off Glass Island, the two children knew nothing of restraint. They stuffed mooncakes into their mouths one after another.

Mooncakes? Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow slightly. He stuck out his tongue and licked one—no obvious flavor. Could this thing really be eaten without killing someone?

He bit into it cautiously.

A satisfying texture spread through his mouth. Mixed with minced meat, it wasn’t like a pancake—an indescribable taste. Slightly salty, it stimulated his senses without any discomfort.

The dough was just right—not sticky, pleasantly chewy. How was such a small thing made? And how had she thought to wrap meat inside it?

He picked up another one—this one filled with peanuts, sesame seeds, and grains. Sweet and fragrant, even better than the meat-filled one.

Luo Mingyu had never eaten anything like this. Without realizing it, he ate ten mooncakes in a row. Only when he saw the empty plate did he realize how much he’d eaten.

“Dad, you can really eat!” Yizhui said, giving him a thumbs-up while burping.

Ling Ruoxi picked up mooncakes from the steamer and placed them on a plate, smiling gently. “Fang Xu, have one too. What I make isn’t quite the same as before, but it’s still decent. Look at Luo Mingyu over there—he ate an entire plate by himself.”

“It’s fine—let the children eat first,” Fang Xu said calmly. He had never seen mooncakes before and only realized how complicated they were after watching the process.

This time belonged entirely to them—no servants to disturb them.

By the time Fang Xu brought the plate over, the two children were already rubbing their round bellies, eyes shining. “We want more! We want more!”

“One at a time,” Fang Xu smiled and set the plate down, taking a seat.

Luo Mingyu rubbed his nose and raised his brows. “Isn’t my woman capable? She can even come up with such delicacies. The meat inside must be beef—steamed and dried nine times to remove the moisture, giving it that chewiness!”

“That’s dog penis.”

“……”

Luo Mingyu nearly spat out the mouthful he was eating. He glared at Fang Xu, wishing he could smash the mooncake straight into his face.

“Yizhui, Yimeng—if you’re done eating, come help me,” Ling Ruoxi called, holding prepared bamboo strips in the courtyard.

“Coming!” The two little figures ran over eagerly, holding bamboo strips. “Mommy, what are we making?”

“Kongming lanterns. They can fly into the sky—very beautiful.” Ling Ruoxi patted Yizhui’s head, spread red cloth over the table, and flicked her wrist. The dagger stabbed steadily into the tabletop.

With a single motion, the first bamboo segment flew up. Ling Ruoxi slammed the table, sending the dagger flying, then caught it midair.

Countless sharp glints flashed in her dark eyes as her focus locked entirely onto the blade.

Her right hand moved casually. The familiar motions looked like everyday housework. Each bamboo strip fell onto the table—identical in thickness.

“Hm?” Luo Mingyu’s eyes lit up. Watching the woman shave bamboo strips—fast, precise, ruthless—her movements rivaled any assassin’s. Yet she had no combat aura. If one day she did… she would become a truly terrifying killer.

Fang Xu’s expression also turned solemn. He clenched his hands slightly, a glimmer flashing through his eyes before returning to calm.

“Hah!” Ling Ruoxi sheathed the dagger, closed her eyes briefly, then crouched down and began weaving swiftly.

The tiny bamboo strips danced in her hands like sprites. In the time it took an incense stick to burn, a delicate frame was complete.

“Follow this and make more lanterns. Mommy’s going to prepare something else.” Smiling faintly, Ling Ruoxi turned and went into the kitchen.

Scratching his head, Yizhui looked at the lantern helplessly. “Just watching once is too hard. Sister, you have photographic memory—teach me?”

“Here, watch carefully. Like this.” Yimeng’s small fingers moved across the bamboo. Though slow, her actions were very clear, as if Ling Ruoxi’s movements had been slowed down.

Picking up the small lantern frame, Luo Mingyu examined it curiously. “What is this thing?”

“Mommy said it’s a Kongming lantern. During Mid-Autumn Festival, Mommy makes mooncakes for us. We eat them while watching the moon, and she tells us the story of Chang’e,” Yimeng said in a soft, childish voice, concentrating on her weaving. Despite her good memory, her handiwork was… very ugly.

Kongming lanterns. Chang’e?

“Who exactly is Chang’e?” Luo Mingyu asked, setting the object down. He really couldn’t understand what went on inside Ling Ruoxi’s head—how she even came up with such things.