Su Cheng smiled and didn’t say anything.

  In the end, he avenged the woman, but he could never have her again.

  Regret?

  It couldn’t be said that he regretted it. With his identity and career, settling down and starting a family didn’t suit him.

  But he could still have given her a baby.

  Su Shenfan carried Bu Yaolian as he flew the whole way. There was shelter among the mountain trees, and it wasn’t as cold as the ice river. Bu Yaolian’s body slowly warmed up.

  An hour later, Su Shenfan saw smoke in the distance and saw a village.

  He found a house that was a little further away from the village, and carried Bu Yaolian over. An old lady lived there with her grandson, who wasn’t even ten years old.

  When she heard knocking on the door early in the morning, the old lady asked warily, “Do you need something?”


  Su Shenfan was wearing a mask. Because of Bu Yaolian’s condition, his heart was anxious and his face was even colder, making people feel scared.

  No matter how handsome he was.

  “We’re passing through. My wife passed out because she couldn’t stand the cold weather. I want to make her some hot porridge.”


  Bu Yaolian hadn’t eaten anything, and physical exhaustion was the biggest reason for her being sick.

  The old lady looked at Bu Yaolian in his arms and said sympathetically, “Hey, what a lovely beauty. Why is she so sick? Come in.”


  Seeing how beautiful and guileless Bu Yaolian looked, she was definitely a good person.

  Although Su Shenfan looked cold and scary, his care for the woman in his arms wasn’t fake.

  Su Shenfan carried Bu Yaolian into the house. There was a big brazier in the house, and it was much warmer than outside.

  “Put her on the brick bed. It’s the hottest there. I’ll make some porridge for her.” The old lady pulled her grandson into the kitchen.

  It was indeed warm on the bed. Su Shenfan carefully laid Bu Yaolian flat and covered her with a blanket.

  He checked her breathing. It was still weak, but it wasn’t as choppy as before.

  Su Shenfan rubbed Bu Yaolian’s hands together. “You’re so delicate. You have to train with me more in the future.”


  Bu Yaolian was in a deep sleep and didn’t want to wake up at all, so she didn’t know that Shao Zun had almost died of anxiety.

  The old lady made a fire and brought the porridge over. Su Shenfan looked at the porridge and shook his head. “This porridge won’t do. You can keep it. I…… I’ll do it myself.”


  The old lady put the porridge on the table. Su Shenfan looked at Bu Yaolian. “Help me look after her. I’ll make it, then bring it over. Where’s the kitchen?”


  “Wang Cai, take him there.”


  The old lady thought that this person didn’t look like someone who had entered the kitchen before. What could he do? It was better to have her grandson follow him.

  Wang Cai brought Su Shenfan to the kitchen.

  Su Shenfan took out a gold ingot and threw it to him. “Help me start a fire. A small one will do.”


  Holding the gold ingot, Wang Cai was in disbelief. “Is…… is this real?”


  “Bite it and see. Hurry and start the fire.”


  Su Shenfan opened the pot and saw that there wasn’t much porridge in it. It was probably because this house was really poor.

  But Su Lian couldn’t eat much now anyway.

  He poured the porridge back into the pot and stirred it with a wooden spoon.

  Wang Cai built up the fire and bit the gold. It was real!

  Thus, he seriously tended to the fire.

  He raised his head and looked at Su Shenfan. He felt that this man was really good-looking, especially with that golden mask, which made him look especially formidable.

  He never thought that such a man would appear at his house one day.

  He looked like a deity who had never been in the kitchen before.

  But he was doing what they usually did.