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Susu saw that her grandparents had left and couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious, "Where did Grandpa and Grandma go?"

"I’ll take you to find them." Xue Huai held Susu and went to the counter, took out a tael of silver, and placed it on the table, "Keep the change."

Having said that, he carried Susu and strode off in pursuit.

Feng Qingyan ran for a while until she ducked into an alley. Glancing back, she didn’t see Jun Moqing’s figure and curled her lips with a smirk, "Want to chase me? Maybe in your next life."

As she redirected her gaze intending to return, she suddenly saw Jun Moqing’s handsome, otherworldly face calmly watching her.

Feng Qingyan froze for a moment, disbelief flickering in the depths of her eyes.

"When did you catch up?"

Jun Moqing simply breathed out two words, "Just now."

Feng Qingyan thought her lightness skills were quite impressive, but it turned out the man before her was no less skilled. No wonder he had said he’d let her go so readily; he was quite confident in his own abilities.

She looked over Jun Moqing’s shoulder, asking with some surprise, "How did you get here?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Moqing turned to look behind him and found the alley empty. By the time he returned his gaze, Feng Qingyan had already run off.

"No matter how far you run, I can catch up. Why waste the time and energy?"

Jun Moqing’s cold voice was filled with helplessness as he surged forward in pursuit once again.

Feng Qingyan ran out of the city in one breath, only stopping once she reached the Shili Pavilion. She took a few breaths, looked back a few times, and didn’t see Jun Moqing anywhere. She should be uncatchable by now, right?

She withdrew her gaze, intending to rest inside the pavilion, "I’ve never run for my life like this; I’m famished."

Just as Feng Qingyan was about to step inside to rest, she saw Jun Moqing walking in leisurely, looking perfectly composed. She froze on the spot.

Jun Moqing walked up to Feng Qingyan and stood still before her, asking warmly, "Tired?"

It took Feng Qingyan a while to muster a question, "Are you even human?"

"..." Jun Moqing: "What nonsense are you talking about? Can a non-human have a daughter with you?"

Feng Qingyan: "..." What kind of absurd logic is that?

She reached out and pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through her martial artist’s instincts—strong and steady.

But to have pursued her for so long and yet to have such a calm heartbeat?

Is he even human?

Jun Moqing asked again, "Will you run again?"

The corners of Feng Qingyan’s mouth twitched. If she could be so effortlessly caught after running at full tilt, breathless and flushed, running any further would be foolish.

"What exactly do you want?"

Jun Moqing paused, "A husband and wife should be together."

Feng Qingyan was both annoyed and amused, "It seems that today, my peach blossom luck is unstoppable. To just pick up a husband, oh, and a daughter, and a granddaughter, all in one go? Is this some kind of windfall?"

Jun Moqing added, "And a grandson, son-in-law, son, and daughter-in-law. Next year, you might even hold a grandson."

The expression on Feng Qingyan’s face darkened, this was not peach blossom luck, this was clearly a trouble.

"What evidence do you have to prove I’m your wife?" She didn’t believe he could provide any proof.

Even with evidence, she wouldn’t believe it. There were plenty of deceivers in Jianghu these days, and she wasn’t some naive girl fresh to the scene—how could she be easily tricked?

Jun Moqing’s cool gaze swept over Feng Qingyan’s body twice before he said, "I know about the birthmark on your body."

When Jun Moqing was examining her, Feng Qingyan felt uncomfortable as if she had no clothes on and he could see right through her.

Just as she was convincing herself it was a mistaken feeling, she heard this comment and was stunned for a moment.

"Where is it?"

"Butterfly Valley, below the chest..."

Before Jun Moqing could finish, Feng Qingyan interrupted him, "Stop, do you fortune-tell? Otherwise, how would you know?"

Jun Moqing countered, "How else would there be a daughter?"

Feng Qingyan glared.

Jun Moqing continued, "It’s all right not to remember; I will help you recover your memories. Don’t you want to meet Xiaojiu?"

Feng Qingyan knew who Xiaojiu was—this man’s daughter. She expressed her doubt; did she really have such a grown daughter?

Jun Moqing went on, "Xiaojiu was two months old when you suddenly disappeared. She has never known what her mother looks like."

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing, his voice without much inflection, as if recounting a long-forgotten story.

If it were true, growing up without a mother by her side must have indeed been pitiful.

"What’s the use of telling me? If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t have abandoned her and left alone. So, you’d better go quickly and find your wife."

Jun Moqing said, "I think so too. I suspect you were forced to leave."