Yang Qingxi answered calmly: "Foundation Building."
"...."
Yang Qingyun’s eyes widened again.
"Not just a cultivator... My daughter is actually a genius?!"
Then she suddenly laughed bitterly.
"Heh..."
"Fate truly enjoys playing tricks."
Soon, her gaze landed on Su Mo again.
"It was because of you, wasn’t it? You taught her."
"You could say that." Su Mo nodded honestly.
After all, he really had taught Miss Yang many things.
Yang Qingyun imdiately showed an "as expected" expression.
After all, no matter how talented Yang Qingxi was, suddenly reaching the Foundation Building stage without guidance was impossible.
Thus, Yang Qingyun’s imagination began running wildly once more.
"You discovered Qingxi’s talent..."
"And didn’t want her abilities to go to waste."
"So you stayed beside her in the na of being a bodyguard while actually teaching her cultivation. All those late-night visits in reality were actually teaching cultivation?"
At this mont, Yang Qingyun felt she had completely understood everything.
Su Mo beca stunned briefly.
Then imdiately followed along seriously with a sigh.
"As expected of Madam Yang."
"You saw through everything."
Yang Qingxi: "..."
She silently stared at the shaless man beside her.
This bastard really adapted instantly.
anwhile, Yang Qingyun continued calmly:
"So that ans... Is Qingxi your disciple?"
As she asked this question, she unexpectedly felt slightly disappointed inwardly.
Earlier, she ca here to inspect her future son-in-law.
Who knew the relationship would suddenly shift toward ntor and student instead? This beca strangely complicated.
However, before she could continue overthinking—
Su Mo suddenly shook his head.
"No. She isn’t my disciple."
"Our relationship..." He coughed lightly. "...is more like cultivating a partner with extraordinary potential."
"...."
The atmosphere instantly beca strange again.
Yang Qingyun froze.
Yang Qingxi froze.
Even Li i froze.
anwhile, inside Su Mo’s heart:
[Good. Very good.]
[Since Madam Yang’s imagination is already this rich, I might as well let her continue misunderstanding things herself.]
[Besides... Having Leng Shuang as a disciple is already enough.]
[Miss Yang becoming my disciple? Impossible.]
[She’s the main wife candidate chosen for my future grand harem.]
[If I beco her master in front of her parents, won’t our future relationship beco awkward?]
[This kind of master-disciple roleplay should only stay private.]
[Hehehe.]
Yang Qingxi clenched her fists slightly. This bastard really deserved a beating.
anwhile, Su Mo remained completely unaware of the danger beside him and continued acting calm and profound.
Fortunately, his previous words had clearly improved Yang Qingyun’s mood considerably.
The vigilance hidden in her eyes earlier had weakened significantly.
Now, as she looked between Su Mo and Yang Qingxi, her gaze carried increasing amusent and aning.
’There’s definitely hope here.’
The more she looked, the more pleasing Su Mo beca to the eye. And most importantly, her daughter clearly treated him differently.
At this point, Yang Qingyun had already started imagining future grandchildren running around the villa.
"I see..."
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"Then I hope, Su Mo, you’ll continue taking good care of my daughter."
"Of course."
Su Mo answered imdiately with complete seriousness.
After all, Miss Yang was his chosen main wife candidate.
Naturally, he would take care of her properly.
Although he actually wanted to ask Yang Qingyun many questions regarding cultivators and the supernatural world.
Unfortunately, he knew this was not the right timing.
Madam Yang had only barely lowered her guard against him.
If he suddenly started probing about hidden forces, mysterious lands, cultivator organisations, and supernatural history now...
She would definitely beco suspicious again. Thinking that I am after the ancient family behind her. Shen family, was it?
[Better let Miss Yang handle it slowly.]
Yang Qingxi’s eyes flickered slightly. She instantly understood Su Mo’s intention.
"Mom."
"How about we return to my room and chat?"
Her tone remained composed.
"Su Mo still has work to handle."
"Oh, right!" Yang Qingyun suddenly rembered sothing.
"He owns that pharmaceutical company too, doesn’t he?"
She nodded thoughtfully.
"Not bad."
Then she smiled lightly.
"Alright then."
"Go handle your work, Su Mo."
"We, mother and daughter, need to have a proper conversation."
"Then I won’t disturb you two." Su Mo nodded politely. "See you later."
Naturally, he had absolutely no intention of working.
However, after receiving Yang Qingxi’s subtle signals several tis already, he understood her aning.
Miss Yang clearly wanted to privately explain so things to her mother herself.
So Su Mo decisively retreated.
A wise man knew when to leave the battlefield. Especially when the opponents are won.
Before leaving, he casually walked toward Li i and lifted the little girl into his arms.
"Eh?"
Li i blinked in confusion.
"Brother, am I going too?"
"Of course."
Su Mo nodded seriously.
"We shouldn’t disturb Sister Qingxi talking with her mother, right?"
"That’s true..."
Li i nodded obediently.
Then she suddenly rembered sothing and whispered mysteriously:
"But Sister Shuang said going to work is super boring."
Su Mo imdiately laughed.
"Don’t worry."
"It’s boring for her because she actually has to work."
"We’re different."
"We’re just going there to watch."
Li i beca even more confused.
"...I don’t understand."
"That’s fine." Su Mo rubbed her little head. "Just know that it won’t be boring."
"Hehe~ Then I’ll go."
Li i happily wrapped her arms around Su Mo’s neck while letting him carry her away comfortably.
anwhile, Yang Qingyun quietly watched this harmonious scene.
The image of Su Mo casually carrying Li i while patiently coaxing her sohow looked strangely natural.
Like a proper family already.
Yang Qingyun slowly turned toward Yang Qingxi beside her.
A teasing smile appeared on her face again.
"No wonder you aren’t in a hurry to get pregnant."
"Your adopted daughter is already making you two experience parenthood early."
Yang Qingxi: "..."
Her eyelids twitched violently.
Why did this topic keep returning?!
anwhile, Su Mo almost stumbled while carrying Li i.
Pregnancy again?!
Madam Yang’s obsession with grandchildren was genuinely terrifying.
"Anyway~"
Yang Qingyun casually linked her arm with Yang Qingxi’s while dragging her upstairs.
"Let’s return to your room."
Her smile beca increasingly aningful.
"I’m honestly very curious..."
"How exactly did my cold daughter fall so hard for this young man?"
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