Bae Ho-yong is now staring intently at Bae Ssang, ready to take off running at the slightest movement from his dad. He absolutely cannot be caught and shaved bald to become a monk. If he becomes a little monk, what will happen to his beloved Yoon? Will she have to become a nun too? Uncle Five definitely won't agree to that.

  However, Bae Ho-young's short legs and arms can't outrun his dad.

  Bae Ho-young was about to run away when Bae Seung-cheol grabbed the back of his collar and said, "You can't escape. Come quietly with me."

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng brought Pei Huang Yu to the temple after an hour had passed since Song Yu Qiao arrived.

  After she arrived, it was Aunt Wang who directly led her from behind at the temple gate and took a detour to the backyard.

  Mrs. Song was copying scriptures and asked Wang Ayi to bring paper and pen, while Song Yuqiao sat beside her at the desk, also copying together.

  Grandma had said before that when copying scriptures, one must calm their mind and quiet their energy, casting aside all distracting thoughts in the heart and focusing solely on the characters on the scripture under the brush. That's why Old Lady Song is still healthy and robust at over 80 years old, without any major illnesses.

  The older you get, the more open-minded you become.

  Song Yuqiao's left hand rested on the rice paper, her right hand holding a brush. Because she frequently lowered her head, she had tied up all her hair at the back of her head, a loose braid. However, possibly due to not having slept well the night before, even though she was sitting properly, rubbing her eyes made them feel even drier.

  Mrs. Song had already seen it, once Song Yuqiao cried, a pair of eyes would definitely show signs, even if the red spots on her forehead faded, her eyes were still swollen.

  Old Lady Song put down her pen after finishing writing a volume, and asked Song Yuqiao: "Zenan came to see me two days ago, saying he was on a business trip, and brought me many things."

  As soon as Song Yuqiao heard this name, his pen paused and he ruined a sheet of paper.

  She lowered her head and without lifting it up, she crumpled the rice paper into a ball with her hands. "I messed up, Grandma, I'll write another one."

  Mrs. Song shook her head and sighed: "You two, you and Ye Zenan, have you had another fight?"

  Song Yuqiao did not respond.

  Mrs. Song said: "Put down your pen first."

  Song Yuqiao placed the brush on the inkstone, pursed her somewhat dry lips, and looked up at her white-haired grandmother.

  "Grandma, I'm getting a divorce."

  Mrs. Song was taken aback by these words, and she looked at them with a mixture of surprise and incredulity. In her opinion, since Song Yuqiao had made up her mind to marry Ye Zenan, even if it meant quarreling with everyone in the Song family, then that was an unchangeable fact. Although last time when they were living together at home, she could see that there were some small problems between the two of them, but wasn't every couple's marital life gradually smoothed out through constant conflicts?

  Mrs. Song and Aunt Wang, who was standing beside her, exchanged a glance, and then Aunt Wang said, "Second Miss, actually..."

  Mrs. Song knew that Aunt Wang wanted to comfort Song Yuqiao, but this matter still needed to be clarified. After confirming, she asked again: "Is it really over?"

  Song Yuqiao slightly lowered her eyelids, "We've already divorced and I've been to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate."

  Mrs. Song knew that with her granddaughter's personality, if she really proposed a divorce and took action, it would mean she had reached the end of her rope and was being forced to the limit.

  "Alright, no matter what you do, Grandma will stand by your side," Old Lady Song said. "You didn't sleep well last night either, go take a nap first and talk to Grandma about it at lunchtime."

  Wang Auntie took a step forward, "Second Miss, come with me."

  It's probably the unique charm of the temple, feeling the wind calm down, even time seems to have calmed down. The tight strings in Song Yuqiao's mind that had been tense in the big city finally relaxed, and she felt a little drowsy.

  The bed in the temple's wing room was hard, it felt like lying on it would hurt her bones. Song Yuqiao spread half of the quilt under her body and covered herself with the other half. She looked out the window at the blue sky obscured by tree shadows, and slowly closed her eyes.

  Hoping everything will be better when I wake up.

  I hope the people who were originally by her side will still be by her side.

  ………………

  On this side, Pei Si Cheng and his son Pei Hao Yu entered the temple. Pei Si Cheng first inquired about the courtyard where Song Lao Tai Tai lived. Although Pei Si Cheng was not as skilled as Gu Qing Cheng in gathering information, he had his own unique methods and techniques. After just a few words, Pei Si Cheng led his son to the courtyard where Song Lao Tai Tai resided.

  The environment in the temple is indeed very quiet and secluded, Song old lady lives in the backyard.

  In the backyard, there is a tall and ancient pine tree with lush branches and leaves that block out the sun. On such a summer day, it's cool and refreshing in the yard.

  Bae Hwan-young has never been to a temple before, so he finds everything here particularly novel and interesting, including those monks who look like they're wearing "bed sheets", which is simply unprecedented!

  Under the eaves of the front hall, a incense table was placed, on which an incense burner sat. An old man was reverently holding incense sticks and then made three bows.

  Pei Si bent down and pulled his son over: "Come here."

  Bae Ho-young turned his head away and pouted: "No way!"

  However, the arm cannot twist the thigh, Pei Si Cheng directly pinched Pei Huang Yu's ear and made him lean in, saying in his ear: "Do you see? That is Qiao Qiao's grandmother."

  As soon as he heard the two words "Qiao Qiao", Pei Huan Yu was like he had a spiritual connection, his two eyes suddenly stared like two copper bells, "Which one? Is it that old lady?"

  Pei Si nodded solemnly: "Qiao Qiao was hidden by her grandmother, now you just need to get along well with her grandmother and you can find Qiao Qiao."

  "Really?" asked Bae Ho-yul with utmost innocence.

  Pei Si nodded slightly.

  Bai Hangyu stretched out two fingers, "Dad, then I have a condition, I want to sleep with Qiaoqiao for two nights."

  He finished speaking and noticed his dad's face, two fingers turned into one finger: "Then it's just one day, can't be less!"

  "Alright." Pei Suo hooked his finger on the son's outstretched hand, "But you can't tell Grandma that you're here to find Qiao Qiao. You have to make Grandma like you first, and then she'll take you to see Qiao Qiao on her own initiative."

  "Why can't I say it? I told her directly, I'm here to find Qiaoqiao, isn't that okay?"

  Paisley started enforcing his two-word policy: "Not allowed."

  Bae Ho-young starts in 100,000 why mode: "Why?"

  Finally, the father and son stared at each other for a while, Pei Haoyu surrendered, he still had to listen to his dad's words, what if his dad got unhappy and left him in this deep mountain forest as a monk?

  ………………

  Mrs. Song bowed and lit incense, sincerely asking the Buddha for a good marriage for her two precious granddaughters. She inserted the incense into the incense burner and suddenly thought of the abbot in the temple who was a highly accomplished monk, whose divination was extremely accurate. So she decided to bring her two granddaughters to the mountain to draw lots and then ask the abbot to interpret them.

  Song Shuying wasn't too worried about that girl, because the big girl was a person with a strong sense of responsibility. Although she was sometimes a bit extreme, she wouldn't be deceived by others. What she was most worried about was Song Yuqiao. Actually, from the beginning, Old Lady Song didn't think highly of Ye Zenan. It wasn't that he was bad, but rather that he seemed like a good kid, just not suitable for the second girl. As a man, he lacked a bit of aura and charisma. If they were really going to be husband and wife, then complementary personalities would be best.

  The old lady thought for a long time, murmured a sentence of "Amitabha Buddha", and just wanted to turn around, only to see a little child standing behind her, also holding three incense sticks in his hand, imitating her movements, making three bows, then hopping and jumping to the incense table, tiptoeing, inserting the incense into the incense burner.

  "Whose child is this?"

  Mrs. Song was really startled and almost bumped into the little guy, so she asked Wang Ayi who was standing not far behind her.

  Wang Ayi shook her head and turned around to pour a cup of water, only to see a ball of flesh rolling in from the doorway, unexpectedly it was a small child.

  Bai Haoyu burst into a sweet smile, revealing a set of white teeth: "Hello grandma! My name is Bai Haoyu, I'm five and a half years old now, and I'll be six years old on my birthday in December. I'm going to first grade and have received three little red flowers!"

  Wang Auntie: “......”

  Mrs. Song was amused by Pei Huaiyu's words, "Started first grade at the age of five and a half?"

  Bai Haoyu nodded heavily: "Yes, I'm going to take the university entrance exam at the age of 13!" (Mu Xiaodong: You're such a nerd.)

  Mrs. Song shook her head, "Are the children's schoolwork burdens so heavy nowadays? Their happy childhood is being suffocated in school."

  "Where are your parents?"

  Bae Hwan-young said: "I'm lost!"

  Old Lady Song said to Aunt Wang: "Take him to the abbot's place up front and see if there are any tourists who have lost a child..."

  Before Old Lady Song could finish her sentence, Pei Huaiyu clutched his belly and bent over, grabbing the corner of Old Lady Song's clothes with one hand. "Granny, I'm starving to death! I haven't eaten for three days, please have mercy on me!"

  Mrs. Song: "......"

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng stood at the gate, seeing Old Lady Pei take Pei Huang Yu into the inner house, before turning around and heading towards a row of side houses on the east side.

  The wing was for some incense guests to rest, Pei Su knew that the wing where Mrs. Song lived was in front of three rooms, and one by one, he found Song Yuqiao.

  The door was not locked from the inside, perhaps Song Yuqiao was afraid that her grandmother would come to call her for dinner, so she didn't lock it. Moreover, in such a dignified and respectable place, no one would be in danger. However, after Pei Shichen entered, he locked the door behind him to prevent anyone from suddenly coming in and disturbing his good deed.

  Song Yuqiao slept restlessly, her eyebrows tightly furrowed. Pei Shichen knew this was because of Song Yuqiao's choice of bed - the pillow was a bit low and the mattress was hard, with only half a quilt under her body and another half covering her.

  Pais slowly stepped closer, his footsteps light and almost inaudible.

  It seemed that she felt someone approaching, and Song Yuqiao suddenly turned over, the half of the quilt covering her stomach fell off, and the thin snowflake-like fabric on top was pulled up, revealing a patch of snowy white skin, which was even more alluring than a navel-baring outfit.

  Pei Si's footsteps paused slightly, thinking that Song Yuqiao had woken up, but she just bit her lip and didn't open her eyes.

  Pei Si walked over gently and sat down beside Song Yuqiao, looking at her very peaceful sleeping face.

  Song Yuqiao's face was the most beautiful, with a pair of eyes that were both black and bright. Pei Hangyu's eyes were completely overshadowed by Song Yuqiao. However, now Song Yuqiao had her eyes closed, only revealing her thin eyelashes trembling slightly, like cicada wings. Pei Sicheng noticed that Song Yuqiao's small nose and cherry-red lips were also endearing. Why hadn't he realized it before? Whether Song Yuqiao was still or moving, she captivated people's hearts, making them unable to help themselves.

  Pei Si Cheng had gradually leaned in, propping his arm on the side of Song Yu Qiao's face, getting closer and closer, until the shine from the light reflecting off Song Yu Qiao's profile was visible to the naked eye.

  Just as they could hear each other's breathing, Song Yuqiao suddenly opened her eyes.

  Paisong's heart suddenly leaped violently, he thought Song Yuqiao would scream in shock the moment she opened her eyes, but instead, Song Yuqiao just gazed at Paisong quietly, even lifting her head to lightly touch her lips to Paisong's lips, which were mere inches away, before closing her eyes again.

  This is actually a kind of psychological comfort in the subconscious mind, which does not reject the person seen at first glance, feels very secure and has a sense of security.

  However, three seconds later, Song Yuqiao's eyes opened again. This time, her confused eyes had a hint of fear, and she sat up straight, opening her mouth to speak. In that instant, Pei Si Cheng already covered her mouth with his hand, "Yuqiao, don't be afraid."

  Song Yuqiao was indeed frightened, but she recovered quickly.

  Pei Su let go of Song Yuqiao's mouth with one hand, but the other hand that was supporting her waist didn't move.

  Song Yuqiao bent her legs, moved back a bit, and the palm of Pei's hand felt scorching hot, as if it was branding her skin like a hot iron.

  "How did you know I was on the mountain?"

  Pei Si Cheng smiled and wrapped his arms around Song Yu Qiao's waist, "Your sister told me."

  "How is it possible?"

  "Why not? It shows how much I care about you, even your sister thinks so and has already considered me as one of her own." Pei Si said with a serious tone, speaking such shameless words.

  Song Yuqiao struggled free from Pei Cheng's arm, then moved her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to bend down to put on her shoes. Pei Cheng grasped Song Yuqiao's slender ankles with both hands, leaned forward, and helped her put on a pair of comfortable flat shoes in front of the bed.

  Two people sat on the edge of the bed, Song Yuqiao moved her lips and felt that her mouth was full of astringency: "Pei Si Cheng, didn't you receive the message I sent this afternoon?"

  Pei Si Cheng looked at Song Yu Qiao's shiny black eyes and asked, "Didn't you receive the text message I sent you? No matter, if you didn't receive it, I'll tell you again," he grasped Song Yu Qiao's wrist, his lips close to her ear, "Don't even think about it."

  Every time Song Yuqiao spoke to Pei Si in this low, melancholic and slightly magnetic voice, he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

  But this time she restrained herself from wanting to hug Pei Sheng, and with all her might, pushed him away.

  "Get away from me!"

  Song Yuqiao's chest heaved violently, her fists clenched involuntarily, and her eyes reddened slightly. "Don't come looking for me again, okay? Let me be alone for a while, think things through clearly, and then face everyone and everything again, alright?"

  "Not good."

  Paisley's tone had a hint of childishness.

  He stood still, with the sunlight pouring in from the window behind him at noon, the dazzling sunlight highlighting the dust dancing in the air, as if it were dancing.

  He said: "I can help you with things, I will never let you face them alone. I've told you, I love you, it's true, not deceiving you. When I fall in love with someone, I will definitely take responsibility for that person and won't let her cry alone. Me standing by and being helpless? That's absolutely impossible. I won't let the woman I love cry, never ever. If I really make you cry, it's my fault, entirely my responsibility."

  Song Yuqiao's eyes were already filled with hot tears, just because Pei Si Cheng's words were exactly what Song Yuqiao lacked the most right now.

  She lost her marriage, what she lacked most was a sense of security, didn't dare to fall in love easily, afraid of being deceived, yearned for affection but rejected it extremely, wanted to face the sunshine and turn away from the shadows, yet couldn't do so as wished.

  Pei Si Cheng looked into Song Yu Qiao's eyes and slowly spoke, "Yu Qiao, seven years ago, I met Xia Chu Chu. Two years later, she gave birth to Pei Huang Yu for me, then left without a word, disappearing who-knows-where. I spent five years searching for Xia Chu Chu. Seven years ago, I was 25; now, I'm 32. When I was young, my parents said I had a stubborn temperament - once I made up my mind about something, not even nine oxen could drag me back. Yes, I've always thought that if you fall in love with someone and acknowledge them, you must make them yours alone; absolutely no one else can touch them. That's how I am with you."

  Song Yuqiao's tears in her glasses, don't know when, had flowed down, along the smooth face, flowing to the jawline, then dripping onto the cement floor, spreading out a patch of water marks.

  Pei Si took a step forward, reached out his hand to wipe away the tears on Song Yuqiao's face and said: "At first, I approached you with an ulterior motive. I just wanted to attract you, make you fall into my trap, make you love me. Do you know why?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head, after listening to Pei Su's words, she felt that the hard feathers had poked her heart, and it hurt.

  "Because you're Xia Chuchu."

  Just then, Pei's phone rang. He took it out and saw Gu Qingcheng's number flashing on the screen, so he hung up directly.

  What's going on? I'm confessing at a critical moment! No time to answer your call!

  Song Yuqiao was completely stunned, dazed for a full half minute before saying: "Pei Si Cheng, are you kidding me? I am Song Yuqiao."

  She remembered that when she was infatuated, Pei Si Cheng had always called her Chu Chu, exactly this name, Xia Chu Chu.

  Pei Si Cheng took out the two folded examination reports from his pocket, which he had taken out of the hospital this morning, and said: "Do you still remember a sentence I told you before? I said that after your divorce, I would show you a document."

  Song Yuqiao nodded, and at that time she was still thinking, after the divorce, he gave it to her to see, was it the document about Ye Zenan.

  Pei Sicheng handed the inspection report to Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao took it with some doubt, rubbed the tears on her eyelashes, "Wang Dahua?"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  "Really?"

  Song Yuqiao turned over two pieces of paper, with the words facing Pei Si Cheng, "Look."

  Pei Si Cheng looked at the two test reports with the three words "Wang Da Hua" and rubbed his forehead, what kind of ghost is Wang Da Hua!

  Gu Qingcheng, can't you stop messing up at critical moments?

  Just then, Gu Qingcheng's phone rang again.

  "The examination report you took away this morning was wrong, I'll fax the correct one to you."

  Fax? Where would there be a fax machine in a temple on the mountain?

  "Never mind the fax," said Pei Suo, "just have Li Bei bring this report over to me now."

  Then, Li Bei, who had already bought the ticket and was ready to head to India's "battlefield", suddenly received a lifesaving call, immediately cancelled the ticket, and excitedly kissed the ground.

  Pei Si hung up the phone and turned around to see Song Yuqiao standing by the window, backlit, drinking water from a glass cup.

  At this time when Pei Ci answered the phone, she had already digested what Pei Ci had just said.

  Song Yuqiao is sometimes a bit slow to react, but because he is very serious about what he does and thinks things through thoroughly.

  She thought carefully and concluded two points.

  She is Xia Chuchu.

  The second point is that Bae Hwan-woo is her son.

  The teacup in hand shattered on the ground with a loud crash.