Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 465; Honeymoon Phase 6

Minghao’s delighted laugh filled the car as Twilight smoothly accelerated, the engine’s purr deepening into a satisfied growl. The car responded to her touch like it had been waiting for exactly this, to be driven, to be unleashed, to fulfill its purpose.

The speed was exhilarating but controlled. Twilight’s hands on the wheel were steady, her movements precise. She drove like someone who’d been trained properly, not like a teenager joyriding in a borrowed car. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Minghao pulled out her phone and angled it for a selfie, first just herself, grinning widely with the luxurious interior visible behind her, then a second one that captured all three of them. Qin Xinyu made a face in the background that was half-smile, half-concern, while Twilight kept her eyes on the road but flashed a peace sign.

Satisfied with the photos, Minghao quickly sent them to her mother and brothers before settling back to enjoy the ride.

At the resort, Tang Fei was sprawled lazily across the bed, her body still protesting yesterday’s activities but in a pleasant, satisfied way. Huo Ting Cheng lay beside her, one arm draped possessively across her waist, his eyes half-closed in contentment.

The chirp of her phone broke the peaceful silence.

Tang Fei reached for it automatically, expecting perhaps a message from Twilight with updates or one of the boys sending something mundane. Instead, she found two photos from Minghao.

The first showed her daughter’s bright, mischievous smile. The second captured all three children, Minghao, Twilight, and Qin Xinyu, clearly inside a moving vehicle.

But the interior was wrong. The sleek red leather, the carbon fiber accents, this wasn’t any of their regular family cars she had seen. She doesn’t recall knowing they own something with these interiors.

Tang Fei sat up slightly, her contentment replaced by momentary concern. "Did someone take them? When did we get a red sports car?"

She could see Twilight in the driver’s seat, but what if someone had disguised themselves? What if....

Huo Ting Cheng, who had been drifting in that pleasant space between sleep and waking, immediately tensed at her tone. He sat up and smoothly plucked the phone from her hand, his eyes scanning the photos with increasing recognition and dismay.

"She took my Pagani," he said, his voice dropping to that dangerously low register that meant he was genuinely displeased. "That’s a limited edition sports car. Does she have any idea how dangerous...." He was already reaching for his own phone, clearly intending to call Huo Qi and have the situation handled immediately.

Tang Fei caught his wrist, stopping him. "Relax. She knows how to handle it. Don’t worry."

"Tang Fei." He turned to look at her, and there was genuine confusion mixed with his frustration. "Look at her age. She’s fourteen. Fourteen-year-olds don’t drive cars that cost more than most houses and can go from zero to two hundred in under three seconds."

"Nothing would happen... All right?" It’s not like she didn’t care about Minghao, but because she knew it was Twilight. She trusted that girl more than anyone else. She could rescue them from anything and everything.

The words hung in the air between them. Huo Ting Cheng studied his wife’s face, trying to understand her... Tang Fei had always been protective of Twilight, had always treated her like family despite the girl having no blood relation to them. But who is she?

"You should remember our daughter is in that car too," he said, trying a different approach. "Minghao. Our five-year-old daughter."

"Who is perfectly safe," Tang Fei countered. "Twilight would never put her in danger. Never."

The certainty in her voice gave him pause. This wasn’t just trust, it was something deeper, something that came from shared history he knew nothing about.

"Tang Fei... who is she really?" The question came out quieter than he’d intended. "Twilight. Who is she to you?"

Tang Fei was silent for a moment, weighing how much to reveal. There were things Huo Ting Cheng didn’t know, things about her past life as an assassin, about the years she’d spent in that world before somehow ending up in this body, in this life. Things about finding Twilight being ambushed and saving her, about the moment of recognition when those young eyes had seen past a different face and body to know her anyway.

"She’s family," Tang Fei said finally, her tone matter-of-fact. "Remember, she’s the reason why I’m alive."

It was the simplest truth she could offer without opening doors better left closed. She couldn’t tell him about past lives, about souls recognizing each other across different bodies, about being an assassin in another existence. But she could remind him of what he already knew, that Twilight had saved her life.

"That’s not an answer," Huo Ting Cheng pressed, frustration creeping into his voice.

"All right... pack up and let’s go." Tang Fei was already moving, reaching for her robe with the casual dismissiveness of someone who considered the topic closed. "Some things are harder to explain. We should head back instead of sitting here worrying about things that are perfectly fine."

She moved around the room with purpose, gathering their scattered belongings like the conversation had already been forgotten. No dramatic deflection, no emotional plea for understanding, just the simple assumption that this discussion was over because she said it was.

"Tang Fei....."

"Minghao sent photos, which means they’re having fun," she continued, completely unbothered by his tone. "Twilight is capable. The car will be fine. Our daughter is safe. What exactly are we still discussing?" She folded a dress with brisk efficiency, her movements relaxed and unconcerned.

Huo Ting Cheng watched her, caught between irritation and reluctant admiration. This was pure Tang Fei, deciding a topic wasn’t worth pursuing and simply moving on as if her decision was universal law. No secrets admitted, no vulnerability shown. Just casual, absolute certainty that her way was the right way.

"We’re discussing why you trust a fourteen-year-old with our daughter’s life," he tried again.