BTTH: Bearing Children to get Reward, I'll Create the Strongest Family

"Xun'er, Ya Fei and I have never met each other, how come she suddenly invite me to a banquet?"

After Xiao Zhan left, Xiao Yan was still confused and did not understand the purpose of Ya Fei's invitation.

It's not just to publicly humiliate him, right?

"Brother Xiao Yan, do you know the origin of this Miss Ya Fei?" A smile appeared on Xiao Xun'er's delicate and elegant face.

"I have no idea. Do you know, Xun'er?" Xiao Yan shook his head and looked at Xiao Xun'er doubtfully.

"There are three top aristocratic families in the Jia Ma Empire, and Miss Ya Fei is from the Miteer family, which has the most wealth among the three major aristocratic families." Xun'er said slowly, smiling at Xiao Yan.

"Moreover, she is a direct descendant of the Miteer family. She is almost single-handedly responsible for the auction house in Wu Tang City."

"The Miteer family!"

"I didn't expect that this Miss Ya Fei has such a strong background."

Xiao Yan was shocked when he heard Xiao Xun'er's words.

Compared with the Miteer family, the Xiao family is not worth mentioning at all. No wonder his father would take the initiative to take him to the banquet.

'If I don't go, it may offend Ya Fei and the Miteer family behind her. At that time, they might make father's life difficult due to it.'

"Sister Xun'er, how do you know all this? Perhaps even my father doesn't know about the information you just mentioned." Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Xun'er curiously.

Xun'er was startled for a moment, but smiled and said nothing.

Seeing Xun'er's subtle avoidance, Xiao Yan could only curl his lips in resignation. Although Xun'er shared the Xiao surname, there was no blood relation between them, a fact Xiao Yan had long been aware of. However, what puzzled him even more was the mystery surrounding her origins.

Xiao Yan had never met Xun'er's parents, and every time he brought up the topic to his father, the older man's usual smile would vanish instantly. His father would either change the subject or fall silent, his demeanor making it clear that the matter of Xun'er's parents was a subject he dared not touch.

Perhaps from...fear!

To Xiao Yan, Xun'er's identity was shrouded in mystery, an enigma that only deepened the more he thought about it. No matter how cleverly he tried to probe for answers, the young girl would always respond with a gentle, tactful silence. Her calm demeanor left him utterly frustrated, rendering even his most thoughtful strategies ineffective.

"Okay, it's getting late. Sister Xun'er, let's go back and rest." Looking at the sky, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, turned around and left without further questioning.

The girl looked at Xiao Yan's leaving back with calm eyes, silent, like a fairy pure as the wind.

After being silent for a long time, the girl suddenly spoke. The ethereal and sweet voice gave people a strange feeling of being cleansed.

"Uncle Ying, come out..."

As the girl's voice fell, a black shadow suddenly and strangely separated from a big tree behind her, looking respectfully at the girl who had her back turned to him.

"Miss, what are your orders?"

The black figure said respectfully to Xiao Xun'er.

"Uncle Ying, follow brother Xiao Yan tomorrow to protect him, and on the way, check out what kind of plot that Ya Fei is cooking," Xiao Xun'er plain voice carried a hint of majesty.

"Yes, Miss!"

The black shadow responded quickly, then flashed and disappeared again.

'You specifically invited Brother Xiao Yan by name for no apparent reason. What exactly is your intention?' Xiao Xun'er paused, her delicate brows knitting together slightly. A hint of coldness, sharp and intimidating, flashed across her otherwise calm and pretty face.

"No matter what you're planning, it had better not be anything underhanded," her voice dropped a degree colder, "or else..."

...

The next day.

The red bed sheets were in a mess, showing the madness last night.

Chenfeng hugged Ya Fei's delicate body and slept soundly.

Ya Fei stirred awake, finding herself in Chenfeng arms. She looked at the sleeping man with a hint of sweetness on her delicate face.

Without disturbing the man, she quietly gave him a soft kiss, got up and washed her body.

Once she finished getting dressed, Ya Fei approached the bedside and gently nudged the man on the bed with her delicate hand. "Brother Chenfeng, it's getting late. You need to wake up now. Xiao Zhan and his son are likely to arrive soon."

Chenfeng opened his eyes with groggy eyelids, he looked at the sky outside and said in confusion, "It's already so late...?"

Thinking of the banquet that he arrange for the Xiao family leader and his son at noon today, he didn't stay in bed and prepared to wash up.

When they meet for the first time, he, as an inner sect disciple of the prestigious Misty Cloud Sect, knew he couldn't afford to lose his dignity.

His aura needed to be imposing, his presence commanding. Only by projecting an unshakable strength could he suppress the Xiao family leader and his son, ensuring they remained in awe and under his control.

"Sister Ya Fei, why don't you join me in the shower? We could wash together," Chenfeng teased with a mischievous smirk as he took the robe Ya Fei had prepared for him. His eyes lingered on her, admiring her beauty in that moment.

Hearing his audacious suggestion, Ya Fei shot him an annoyed glare and rolled her eyes. "I've already showered," she replied, her tone carrying a mix of irritation and amusement.

"Really? You've already showered? Let me confirm that," Chenfeng quipped, his smirk widening. Before Ya Fei could respond, he bent down, effortlessly scooping her up in a princess carry. Her startled gasp was drowned out as he strode confidently toward the nearby bathroom, ignoring her protests entirely.

"You bastard, put me down quickly!"

Ya Fei struggled to free herself, but against Chenfeng's overwhelming strength, her efforts were futile.

"Fine, I'll just shower again..." she relented, her tone carrying a mix of exasperation and resignation.

Realizing resistance was useless, Ya Fei sighed softly and chose to comply. Slipping gracefully from Chengeng's arms who finally let her down, she adjusted her composure and walked into the bathroom on her own, her every step elegant yet tinged with a hint of surrender.

"Brother Chenfeng, let me rub your back." Hearing this, Chenfeng nodded.

Ya Fei slowly slipped off her dress, her graceful movements mesmerizing, and approached Chenfeng from behind.

To outsiders, Ya Fei was an untouchable goddess, a vision of beauty and allure that left countless men hopelessly captivated. Yet, in front of Chenfeng, that distant, regal demeanor disappeared entirely. Instead, she revealed a gentler, more tender side—one filled with care and quiet submission.

In a world where strength dictated status, the weak were destined to lower themselves before the strong. And for women, even those blessed with beauty, low cultivation meant little more than ornamental value.

As the saying goes, "Survive in the cracks or live under the stick."

Ya Fei understood this reality all too well. Today, she embodied that sentiment, using every ounce of her charm to secure her place in Chenfeng's heart. For her, pleasing her man wasn't just a choice—it was survival.

Half an hour later, the two finally finished taking a shower.

Chenfeng was neatly dressed and was standing in front of a mirror, arranging his clothes.

Ya Fei, on the other hand, tidied up the messy room herself. They played very late last night and made a mess in the whole room.

There are obvious traces of sex left in many places. Ya Fei was too embarrassed to let the maid handle this kind of matter.

Although she usually behaves gracefully and confident, as a woman, she still can't let go when faced with this kind of thing.

"Let's go. Judging by the time, Xiao Zhan and his son should be here," Chenfeng said with a calm smile, adjusting his attire one last time. After ensuring everything was impeccable, he and Ya Fei stepped out gracefully, exuding an air of confidence and poise.

Meanwhile, outside the manor, Xiao Zhan and Xiao Yan had just arrived. The imposing Clan Head and his son exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable as they prepared to step into unfamiliar territory.