Chapter 660: Fallen into the World of Ordinary Mortals

Book Chapter 660: Fallen into the World of Ordinary Mortals (3 Updates)

Bai Ting, who had been watching over the young couple for two days, Lin

saw Xiao Yu stride into the kitchen, full of vigor.

Assured that the future boss was in excellent shape, she left without a worry.

As a seasoned member of the Special Forces, she had witnessed too many tragedies.

She had seen comrades driven by mental illness to accidentally kill their loved ones, only to end their own lives in anguish.

So why was Xiao Yu completely unaffected?

He went on a killing spree in Country D, leaving a trail of blood everywhere.

Not even the slightest hint of despair?

Bai Ting was utterly shocked after he left, unable to comprehend it…

Little did she know, the news of Mu Qingwu’s renewed pregnancy with Xiao Yu’s child had sent her into a daze.

Post-war trauma?

It simply doesn’t exist!

Mental illness only arises when people aren’t happy enough.

When joy abounds, it’s nearly impossible for depression to take hold.

“We’re just ordinary folks—and today, we’re truly happy…”

While preparing breakfast, Xiao Yu hummed a tune, his face breaking into a foolish grin.

Not one of genuine happiness.

In his previous life, he’d seriously suspected that Cupid might have used his arrow to skewer kebabs.

In this life, he discovered Cupid wielding a machine gun, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets at him.

Collapsing into a pool of blood, he was covered in what he jokingly called ‘bullets of happiness.’

“Sister, love is like a tide—it just sweeps me away…”

Xiao Yu, notorious for mangling song lyrics,

got a hard slap on the rear from Mu Qingwu.

“Why don’t you sleep a bit longer?”

Xiao Yu turned his head and, winking at Mu Qingwu, replied, “The kid’s all fed. I’ll call you when breakfast’s ready.”

“Hmph!”

Mu Qingwu shot a playful glare at her little brother, teasing, “If you keep sleeping, who knows what kind of rogue tune you’ll come up with.”

“Rogue?”

Xiao Yu blinked innocently, “Are you saying, sis… oh dear!”

After receiving a kick, Xiao Yu collapsed onto the floor, clinging to Mu Qingwu’s thigh stubbornly, “I’m hurt! I won’t get up unless I get ten thousand kisses.”

“…” Mu Qingwu pressed her hand to her forehead.

Dealing with this freeloader little brother was giving her a terrible headache.

But then…

“By the way, can I see your phone?”

Mu Qingwu smirked disdainfully as she glared at her pesky little brother.

“Uh, okay…”

Xiao Yu hurriedly got up, his expression pure as he said, “Sure, take a look.”

“Mind if I check your chat history?”

“Sure…”

“How about your browser history?”

“Sure…”

“Even your Douyin viewing history?”

“Sure…”

Xiao Yu stepped out of the kitchen only to return shortly after.

With a keyboard in one hand and his phone in the other,

he first placed the keyboard on the floor and knelt down.

Then, with a pitiful look, he handed over his phone to a nearly stifled laughing Mu Qingwu.

At that moment, Xiao Yu’s eyes looked as forlorn as those of a stray dog.

He was as pitiful as one could be!

“Hmph!”

Mu Qingwu took the phone, her fair face set in a frosty expression,

though a trace of a smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

“Before you let me look at it, tell me—have you been chatting with any pretty girls or little sisters?”

Mu Qingwu struck a domineering pose, ready to grill her pesky little brother.

“Not at all.”

Xiao Yu shook his head emphatically, “With looks like mine, who needs to chat with pretty girls? One look from me and they’d be all smiles, practically falling over themselves.”

“Impressive, huh.”

Mu Qingwu pinched Xiao Yu’s ear, gritting her teeth, “Then I really must check your phone thoroughly.”

“…”

Xiao Yu, planning to retort, blurted, “I want to see your phone too!”

They always say a girl’s phone is off-limits,

not because she might be up to something,

but because her inner circle—especially in girl groups—

can unleash chats that would surely blind your 24K titanium-alloy dog eyes.

So outrageously filthy, it could shake the heavens and bring ghosts to tears!

“Sure thing.”

Without hesitating, Mu Qingwu handed her own phone over to Xiao Yu.

“Really letting me see it?”

Xiao Yu, flustered, took the phone and blinked a couple of times, “What’s the password?”

“Our anniversary—the first time we held hands.”

In her clear, luminous eyes, Mu Qingwu’s flirtatious allure shone through as a faint smile graced her lips.

“…” Xiao Yu felt a chill run down his skull.

Our first hand-holding anniversary?

He nearly burst into tears!

“If I said I was just joking, would you believe me?”

Xiao Yu, handing back the phone with utmost respect and a solemn expression, said, “Why would I want to snoop on your phone? I trust you completely, sis.”

“Oh, really?”

Mu Qingwu quickly wiped away her smile, her elegant, icy lady-boss demeanor returning, “I must check it.”

“Uh, okay…”

Was the script written wrong? This wasn’t at all what he had expected… Xiao Yu trembled as he clutched the phone in despair.

If he didn’t reveal the password, wouldn’t that be a spectacular downfall?

··· Please throw some flowers···

What on earth is Sister doing with that knife?

Cutting vegetables, huh?

“Don’t be impulsive!”

Xiao Yu quickly wrapped his arms around Mu Qingwu, who was clutching the kitchen knife, sweating profusely, “Just hear me out…”

“Why are you hugging me?”

Mu Qingwu smiled broadly, her face lighting up like a master chef proud of her dish, “I’m about to make you breakfast.”

“No need—how can I trouble you, sis? I’ll do it!”

Xiao Yu carefully took the kitchen knife from Mu Qingwu’s hand and returned it to its case.

Then he scooped her up and carried her back to the hall, placing her on the sofa.

He exhaled deeply, relieved!

“Not going to check my phone?”

A playful glimmer danced in Mu Qingwu’s autumn-like eyes.

Xiao Yu: (￣ω￣;)

He felt completely overwhelmed by a pressure far beyond his years.

…… . …….

“Check the phone?”

After a long pause, Xiao Yu smiled innocently, “No, no—I just remembered I have to make breakfast for my dear sister. There’s no time to check my phone. Besides, when did I ever say I wanted to check it?”

He didn’t even believe his own ridiculous excuse.

“Are you some sort of fish spirit with a seven-second memory?”

Mu Qingwu burst into laughter, “Not ashamed?”

“Ashamed? Hmph!”

Xiao Yu, defiant as ever, strode back to the kitchen, “If I still had that thing, I’d have already been screwed over.”

Though in reality he was already dead,

online he could still strike back.

Dodging a calamity, Xiao Yu exhaled in relief.

Thank goodness he wasn’t cut up like vegetables!

“Tell me, you surely don’t remember?”

A pair of jade arms wrapped around Xiao Yu’s waist.

When it came to this, women were petty and unreasonable.

“That day, right here in this kitchen, Mother-in-law watched as we, a pretend couple, playfully tussled.”

Xiao Yu, chuckling softly, turned and hugged Mu Qingwu tightly, “Back then, I held your hand and you nibbled on my neck… I wanted you to be my little one for life, understand?”

Mu Qingwu shivered sensuously, burying her face in his embrace as she blissfully closed her eyes.

He just didn’t want her to be reminded of her age; he only wanted her to be his happy little woman.

What a fool!

To step into the mundane world from afar, falling from grace is inevitable.

Tenderness and affection—

they can never compare to the dazzling warmth of your fondness.

Yearning for the spark of everyday life?

Not you.

My little one!

Wen

Xue