My Demon Husband Is a Snake-Chapter 989: Just Pretend I’m Not Here

"Wanwan, how... how do you know these things?" My mother was shocked, not at my father’s terrible character, but at me, his daughter, revealing this matter.

What I did was precisely to extinguish the last bit of longing my mother had for my father, "Lin Gang and the Ancestor of Foxes provoked those they shouldn’t, and told me before he died."

"Brother Gang... is dead!" My mother’s emotions were like riding a roller coaster, from being shocked by something, pushed to another matter entirely.

Her expression was completely blank, the color draining from her face bit by bit.

Zhang Che frowned and gently cradled my mother’s head in his arms, "It’s better that he’s dead, if he hadn’t died, the Lin Family would have been washed in blood sooner or later."

"Washed in blood? Ah Che, what are you talking about?" My mom, bewildered, raised her head, looking at the man like a mountain in front of her, indomitable.

Zhang Che glanced at the two hairpins crossed in my hair, "Lin Gang defiled Qing Li, didn’t you already know? The bloodshed during the Republic of China era proved the people behind Qing Li are no pushovers. Perhaps..."

My mother stared fixedly at Zhang Che, waiting for him to finish speaking.

After pausing, Zhang Che continued, "It’s nothing, aren’t you most worried that Wanwan minds us being together? In front of her, we better not be too..."

"It’s fine, it’s fine, just pretend I don’t exist, I’m full." I got up intending to make my escape.

I just spat out blood earlier, and the chaotic Taoist Heart was forcibly suppressed.

Now there were multiple streams of Spiritual Power rampaging through my body, ready to unleash all energies at any moment.

Zhang Che casually said, "Eat half a bowl more, otherwise it’s not enough nutrition."

"Just half a bowl?" I didn’t even question it; not only did I not find him demanding, but I felt his request was already very lenient.

Zhang Che nodded, "Yes."

Under my mother’s shocked gaze, I filled another half bowl of seafood porridge.

I randomly picked some cold-dished Golden Needles and stuffed them into my mouth.

After drinking, I wiped my mouth, "I’m full, Che... Uncle Che."

Should I call him dad?

But I really can’t bring myself to say it; just thinking about this title makes me feel ashamed.

And I can’t help but think about what’s buried beneath Lan Shaotang’s roots.

Inside that Blood Jade Coffin lay my dad’s corpse...

If he knew one day the Ancestor of Foxes would turn to dust and I would survive, that corpse would probably jump out of the coffin.

Maybe I’ve always considered Zhang Che as a father-like presence, respecting him deeply from heart.

Moved by his feelings for my mom since childhood, and admiring his steady and dedicated personality, yet when this day truly arrives, I feel a bit lost...

"Wanwan, let’s have a private chat." Zhang Che said nothing more, grabbing my wrist, leading me into a quiet room.

He directly pressed my small body down onto a mat, infusing Spiritual Power into me, "Luckily you’ve been practicing the Sharp Gold Aura of my Zhang Family, same lineage, same sect, you won’t have any rejection reactions."

"Uh, actually... the Sharp Gold Aura in my body wasn’t self-trained, my master gave it to me for free." I said awkwardly, feeling the continuous waves of Spiritual Power rushing into me, my nose felt sore, "Uncle Che, isn’t your Spiritual Power precious? Save it a bit for me."

"Wanwan, your mother and I don’t plan on having children." Zhang Che said plainly, as if hinting something to me.

Why do I feel even my eyes are starting to tear, does he mean to treat me as his only child?

Or am I just overthinking it?

Just as my mind was all over the place, Zhang Che stabilized my chaotic Taoist Heart, and unexpectedly said, "Your eyes, belong to the Snake Lord."