Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1629: The Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars Good Husband

Chapter 1629: Chapter 1629: The Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars Good Husband

“Let her come to her senses, it’ll save us from more trouble later on if she provokes someone else and brings disaster upon the Sect.”

This time, it was only her own affair, and it did not involve them. But if she were to provoke the wrong people, I’m afraid the Sect might suffer needlessly.

“As long as she’s not dead, that’s all that matters.”

He said.

“Uh.”

The junior brother choked on his words and suddenly fell silent.

In their presence, Gu Qingyu always carried herself with arrogance. Indeed, it was time for her to tone it down.

“So… we just leave it be?”

This time, Brother Zhen didn’t even speak, just gave that junior brother a sharp look.

How many times did he need to repeat himself?

“Enough, Junior Brother Lu, it’s out of our hands now,” another senior brother said with impatience, addressing the incessantly inquiring junior brother.

Just being able to stay on the ship with Gu Qingyu on her journey to the Zhedu Sea Area was fortunate enough, at least they had someone to watch over one another. What more could they want?

To s.n.a.t.c.h someone from the jaws of a tiger? They’d have to see if they had the ability for such a thing.

“If you truly wish to intervene, go ahead, no one is stopping you, but please don’t so brazenly expect Brother Zhen to speak up for you. Brother Zhen doesn’t owe you or your Junior Sister Qingyu anything,” said the senior brother after seeing the junior brother was about to speak again.

“Remember, on normal days, aren’t you the one who’s closest to Junior Sister Qingyu?”

Junior Brother Lu opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

Just because he was the closest to Junior Sister Qingyu didn’t mean he could speak in front of that man. That man looked like someone not to be trifled with.

Forget it, he’d say nothing more. After all, once they returned to the Sect, it wasn’t just him who would be on the bad side of Gu Qingyu.

…

An Jiuyue slept soundly, and when she woke up, the ship had already set sail.

“Awake?”

Qian Jiyun was by her side, and seeing her get up, he reached out to help her out of the blankets.

“Do you feel any discomfort? Does your head still hurt?” he asked.

“Much better,”

An Jiuyue replied.

To say she was completely fine was impossible; her entire body felt uncomfortable, and this lack of strength would likely persist for several days.

But she wasn’t a fragile doll; she needed to eat, drink, and sleep as usual, right?

“I’m hungry.”

She reached out to touch her stomach and said.

“I’ll get you something.”

Qian Jiyun chuckled lightly, turned, and left the cabin, returning shortly after.

Soon, the small table in the cabin was laden with steaming dishes, yet he didn’t urge An Jiuyue to eat right away but instead took out a wash basin and other items from s.p.a.ce, asking her to freshen up first.

“An Jiuyue, you’re finally awake… Tsk tsk, Qian Jiyun, you truly are a devoted husband,”

Zhan Beiye had seen Qian Jiyun go to fetch the meal, knowing An Jiuyue had woken up, and had come over to chat, as staying alone was simply too boring.

Little did he expect to arrive just as Qian Jiyun was helping his wife with her ablutions.

He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, these two were really inseparable. Luckily, he wasn’t the type to feel envious or resentful, otherwise, he’d be sick with jealousy.

“Do you need something?”

Qian Jiyun, without even lifting his head as he a.s.sisted his wife, asked in a cool voice.

“No, nothing.”

Zhan Beiye shrugged and replied.