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Chapter 64: You Are Still My Woman
Seeing Duan Haoran's unusual expression, Xiao Yun thought, could he be reluctant to part with that painting?
Duan Haoran's extremely excited demeanor made Xiao Yun feel it was quite strange.
After hearing his question, Xiao Yun nodded and said seriously, "Yes, I really want that painting. I wonder if Mr. Duan is willing to part with it?"
"But do you know? In my living room, any painting is worth more than that 'Yanshan Fengshui Map'!" Duan Haoran replied with a smile.
Xiao Yun calmly responded, "What I like is not the value of the painting, but whether I have a connection with it!"
"Connection? Uh, are you saying you feel a connection with that painting?" Duan Haoran asked, his lips trembling.
Even An Yiran, who was standing nearby, was confused. What was going on with the Duan family today? It was one thing to see his own grandson excited, but why was he acting so out of character over a painting?
This seemed unprecedented.
Xiao Yun said, "Yes, I really like this painting!"
Duan Haoran immediately beamed and slapped the table, saying, "Great, it's a deal! It's settled!"
Next, Xiao Yun helped Duan Haoran remove the Mind Control Cicada from his body.
For someone like Xiao Yun with his level of cultivation, extracting a Mind Control Cicada from a person was a trivial matter. He took out a small knife from his Storage Ring, found the right spot on Duan Haoran's left arm, and swiftly made a small incision to extract the bug.
Then, Xiao Yun injected a bit of Spiritual Energy into the wound. The injury healed at a visible speed, leaving no trace of blood behind.
Duan Haoran was left speechless; he never expected Xiao Yun to possess such abilities.
At that moment, the little bell inside the ring became excited, flapping its wings from time to time, saying, "Kid, why don't you let me eat that Mind Control Cicada? Originally, it would take me over five hundred years to cultivate into a human, but with this spirit insect, I can do it in at most two hundred years!"
Xiao Yun initially intended to use the Mind Control Cicada to enhance his own spiritual power. However, since the little bell had made this request, he decided not to keep it for himself and readily tossed the Mind Control Cicada to it.
At this time, An Yiran had already followed Duan Haoran's instructions and brought the Yanshan Fengshui Map from the living room, handing it over to Xiao Yun.
Once Xiao Yun received the painting, he no longer wanted to stay at the Duan Family. He was eager to return and see Duan Qingxue, wanting to verify if she truly belonged to the Duan Family.
When Duan Haoran recounted the story of Duan Qingxue's parents, Xiao Yun clearly remembered him mentioning that his son had not consummated his marriage with the daughter of the Song Family. Since they had not engaged in marital relations, how could Duan Qingxue have come into existence?
He even suspected that Duan Qingxue's mother might have secretly been involved with another man, which could explain her birth; if that were the case, then Duan Qingxue would have no blood relation to the Duan Family, allowing him to pursue her without hesitation.
Seeing that Xiao Yun insisted on leaving, Duan Haoran felt it inappropriate to keep him any longer.
Before Xiao Yun stepped out, Duan Haoran instructed An Yiran to drive him home, but Xiao Yun declined.
As he watched Xiao Yun's departing figure, Duan Haoran was overwhelmed with emotion.
After the Mind Control Cicada was removed, Duan Haoran felt a surge of vitality and energy. He pulled open the heavy curtains of the window, and sunlight flooded in. Although he was over seventy years old, in that moment he felt an abundance of strength coursing through him.
"Hahaha..." Duan Haoran laughed heartily at the blue sky outside and said, "Great! What a wonderful thing! I never expected Xiao Yun would want that painting; I am truly delighted!"
An Yiran was also happy for Duan Haoran's ability to face the sunlight again, but she became puzzled by his next two statements.
She asked, "Grandpa, what about that painting..."
Duan Haoran replied with a smile, " An Yiran, you don’t know how significant that painting taken by Xiao Yun is for me! In fact, that painting was a gift given to my father by someone else."
"When my father, Duan Zhengyi, was the Captain of the Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Team, he was once ambushed by the Japanese Invaders and surrounded in Yanshan. Fortunately, a mysterious Old Painter came to his rescue and eliminated those Japanese Invaders.
"Just as my father was leaving Yanshan with his team, the Old Painter gifted him a painting and said that a descendant of the Duan Family might one day be lost outside. If he returned and had a connection with this painting, it would mean he would eventually recognize his roots...
" An Yiran, you say that Xiao Yun is taking this painting away. How can I not be happy?"
An Yiran listened, speechless. Could it be that the Old Painter had the ability to foresee future events? Such stories were probably just meant to deceive children.
She thought this was just a tale fabricated by Duan Haoran for his own amusement, and she didn't want to spoil his good mood. So she smiled and said, "Grandpa, let me congratulate you in advance!"
...
After leaving the Duan Residence, Xiao Yun hailed a taxi and hurried back.
As he approached the flower shop, his Spiritual Sense swept over and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
Duan Qingxue was leaning against the door of the flower shop, her face slightly pale. With long eyelashes and a delicate Jade Nose, her lips, which were usually as rosy as cherries, appeared somewhat colorless. She looked melancholic, her phoenix eyes devoid of spirit.
Uh-oh, could Sister Qingxue be sick?
Xiao Yun quickly realized she wasn't ill; the aura emanating from her was healthy. He soon understood that Sister Qingxue must have learned about his background. She was likely worried that he truly was her brother, which put her in a bad mood as well.
Understanding this made Xiao Yun sigh inwardly.
He got out of the car and walked briskly toward Duan Qingxue, calling out, "Qingxue!"
Duan Qingxue was lost in thought when she suddenly heard someone call her name. Looking up to see Xiao Yun, she felt both joy and sorrow.
She was happy that Xiao Yun hadn't been kept by the Duan Family and had returned to her flower shop; but she was also worried that upon learning his true identity, it would likely lead to their impending separation."
“Xiao Yun……” Duan Qingxue faced Xiao Yun, who was casting a burning gaze at her, and at that moment, she was stunned.
She realized that Xiao Yun was looking at her with a strange expression, and his gaze was becoming brighter, gradually turning ecstatic.
Xiao Yun exclaimed excitedly to Duan Qingxue: “Qingxue, it turns out—you are still my woman!”
“Stop it, what are you saying?” Duan Qingxue felt a rush of shyness from his words, her breathing becoming somewhat erratic, yet a wave of sweetness surged in her heart.
She knew his eyes were peculiar, capable of seeing things that ordinary people could not, and asked, “By the way, what do you mean by that?”
Xiao Yun said animatedly: “From the growth of Bone on you and the aura surrounding you, there is absolutely no trace of Duan Family bloodline in you!”
Then he recounted everything he had heard from Duan Haoran about the Duan Family.
In conclusion, Xiao Yun said: “Qingxue, I think that old man is quite pitiful; there are some things you misunderstand about him. He has his own reasons for being forced into certain situations.”
Seeing that Duan Qingxue had fallen into deep thought, knowing her heart was softening, he added: “Based on your parents' relationship, you definitely cannot be your parents' biological child!”
“Ah, no way?” Duan Qingxue was taken aback by Xiao Yun's words.
At that moment, a voice came from outside the door: “What Xiao Yun said is correct!” The Pinnacle of Elegance has been updated.
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