The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife-Chapter 363 - Turmoil

363 Turmoil

Yue Jiaojiao sat on the chair, feeling conflicted. She quietly got up and quickly left with Zhao Nian in her arms.

Li Xiangjun was exhausted and her heart was in pain.

“You…”

All the sharp blades and armor on her body had been pulled out when she was in Jiangnan.

!!

She no longer had the power and courage to speak without restraint.

Fang Tianliu’s footsteps moved slightly, and the fingers hanging by his side clenched and loosened, and his eyes moved some distance away. “You’re here because of the child in your stomach, right? You can leave after you give birth to the child. I, Fang Tianliu, am not a person without responsibility. I will raise that child if it is mine.”

Li Xiangjun’s eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.

The child in her stomach kicked her hard at the right time.

Li Xiangjun replied with an oh and sat back on her chair. She raised her head to look at Fang Tianliu for a long time before lowering her head weakly. “Alright.”

Her face regained its calmness, and her entire being was surrounded by a destructive aura. “I’ll give you the child and then I’ll leave. In any case, I actually came here to find a father for the child I’m bearing.”

Fang Tianliu was furious. “Miss Li!”

Li Xiangjun lowered her head and looked at her stomach with a gentle expression, “Fang Tianliu, you must be tired from the long journey. You should go back and rest. Don’t ruin your health because of me. It’s not worth it.”

Fang Tianliu was struggling to say the right word. His gaze was fixed on the top of Li Xiangjun’s head and he looked at her greedily.

She had lost a lot of weight. The girl who used to pretend to be a man all day without being suspected had now turned into such a gentle person.

It was that man…

Has her husband changed her?

Fang Tianliu’s hands clenched tightly, and he turned to leave without a word.

“Fang Tianliu,” Yue Jiaojiao placed Zhao Nian back on the bed and kept watch under the pavilion in the backyard, “Did you receive the news we sent you?”

Fang Tianliu didn’t understand what was going on. “Did Zhao Zhan send me a letter?” Fang Tianliu pointed at his own dejected appearance, “Look at me, I’ve been on the run. I don’t know why, but recently, someone in Jiangnan has been looking for me, and I ran all the way back here.”

“Fang Tianliu, there might have been a misunderstanding.” Yue Jiaojiao didn’t expect Fang Tianliu to be so vigilant. “Two months ago, Xiangjun came here.”

“We sent a letter to Jiangnan to find you.”

“Did you think that the person we asked to find you was the one who wanted to kill you?”

Fang Tianliu’s expression froze.

“Maybe I messed up the people hunting me down. I was wondering why there was another group of people hunting me down all of a sudden.”

Yue Jiaojiao saw that he was indeed in a sorry state.

When he came back from Bei City, he still looked like a normal human. Now, he looked leaner, his skin was as black as charcoal, his hair was messy, and there was a scar on his forehead.

Yue Jiaojiao’s thoughts were even a little scattered when she looked at him.

This image of him running to Li Xiangjun and saying such things might have given the frightened Li Xiangjun a reason to regret her actions for the rest of her life.

“Fang Tianliu, your room is still the same as before. Go back quickly and tidy it up. I’ll get someone to get some water for you later. If you have anything to say, why don’t we wait for Zhao Zhan to come back first before talking?”

Zhao Zhan wasn’t here, so Fang Tianliu wouldn’t stay in the backyard for long.

“I’m still curious. Why did Miss Li suddenly come to find you?”

Yue Jiaojiao shook her head slightly. “I didn’t ask much. I think if you asked, she might be willing to tell you.”

“If that’s the case, then forget it.”

Fang Tianliu bowed. “I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll go back to my room first.”

Yue Jiaojiao nodded slightly. After he left, Yue Jiaojiao returned to her room.

Zhao Nian was waving his two lotus root-like arms and having fun. He was wearing thick clothes and lying on the bed with his two legs wiggling around. He raised his small chubby arms for a while and groaned in exhaustion.

He was three months old, and he was not able to recognize his mother.

As soon as Yue Jiaojiao got close, he smelled his mother’s familiar scent. He spread his small hands and pouted his lips, crying.

It was a pity that he was crying so hard.

Yue Jiaojiao glanced at him and saw that his tears were still brewing in the sound of his wailing. She calmly went to wash her hands first, then sat down by the bed and gently handed him a finger to hold in his palm. “Your crying is making my head hurt.”

Zhao Nian instantly lowered his crying voice. If he disturbed his mother, his father would not let him have a good time.𝐟𝓇𝘦𝒆w𝚎𝐛n𝐨ν𝙚𝚕. c𝚘ｍ