The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

Because classmates were visiting, and Chen Jue, this "good son," was also there.

Chen Yun not only prepared a large and sumptuous meal, but also specially invited Chen Jue's mother, Ms. He Yin.

"Oh my! Look, isn't this Young Master Chen? He didn't come home yesterday, so he ran off to his uncle's house to enjoy himself."

He Yin, dressed in a serious and formal business suit, had just taken off the high heels she had worn all day when she saw Chen Jue sauntering out of the kitchen with an ice pop in his mouth.

"Mom? What brings you here?!"

Chen Jue was a bit dumbfounded. Wasn't he supposed to stay at his uncle's house to avoid trouble for the time being?

What does it mean to invite people over directly?

"Huh?! What do you mean, you little brat? I can't come to my brother's house? I have to report to the young master before I come?"

Ms. He Yin changed into slippers, stepped forward, and gave Chen Jue a loving flick on the forehead.

Then, ignoring her son, she jogged towards He Tang, who was watching TV on the sofa.

"Auntie!~~~" He Tang said in a coquettish voice, which gave Chen Jue goosebumps.

"Oh! My little Tangtang, have you missed your aunt?"

Ms. He Yin hugged He Tang's pretty little face and gave him two big kisses.

"Ugh!" Chen Jue made a vomiting face.

Just then, Pei Qingying came out of He Tang's master bedroom and met He Yin's eyes after kissing He Tang.

Pei Qingying was startled, thinking, "Oh no! Could it be that this pretty auntie also wants to get close to me...?"

Seeing that the little girl was a bit embarrassed, Chen Jue spoke up to smooth things over, saying, "This is He Tang's classmate, Pei Qingying. You can come to your uncle's house for a free meal, and 99% of the credit goes to her."

Ms. He Yin rolled her eyes at Chen Jue and spat, "Shut up! Does Tangtang's classmate need you to introduce her?"

After her reprimand, Ms. He Yin performed a dramatic face-changing act, smiling as she walked around the sofa to shake hands with Pei Qingying, calling her "Qingqing" repeatedly and scrutinizing her from head to toe.

"What a lovely and beautiful young girl, I wonder which bastard will end up with her."

Ms. He Yin reached out and hugged the little girl, then pulled her to the dining table and sat her down next to her.

Aside from the clueless Chen Jue and He Yuanshan, everyone enjoyed the meal very warmly.

When Ms. He saw that the young girl Pei was thin and frail, she was immediately overcome with maternal love and kept serving her food and soup.

Meanwhile, every time Chen Jue was about to unleash his skill "Gluttonous Feast," his mother would violently suppress him.

In the end, he could only eat slowly and carefully, and only after everyone else had finished eating did he start a manly battle for food with his uncle.

As a dignified and elegant martial arts teacher, Ms. He Yin and Pei Qingying hit it off immediately and chatted for a long time, as if they had endless stories to tell about family matters.

Unfortunately, the happy time spent together was always short-lived, and the young girl had to go home.

"Young Master, Qingqing's car has arrived at the entrance of the residential area. Could you go downstairs and see her off?"

Chen Jue, who was washing dishes, rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. He could only wash his hands and lead Miss Pei downstairs.

At night, from the rooftops at the junction of the inner and outer city, one can see the cold, solemn curfew of the outer city and the nightly revelry of the inner city.

The black sedan that came to pick up Pei Qingying was parked at the dividing line between light and shadow, where the inside and outside were two different worlds.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Aunt He is a very kind person, so please don't make her angry."

Pei Qingying got into the car, opened her round almond-shaped eyes wide, and spoke softly to persuade Chen Jue.

"..." Chen Jue swore that he had never been so speechless in his twenty years of life.

But the car had already started, carrying the little girl who was looking back, and gradually disappeared into the night.

"Third Miss, the old master said not to associate with commoners, as this will affect the Pei family's reputation as a top family in Linjiang."

The driver was in his forties, dressed in a sharp suit, and even wore sunglasses late at night, exuding an air of authority and coldness.

Pei Qingying turned her head, rested her head on the car window, and looked at the neon lights and skyscrapers rushing past outside. She said calmly, "My very existence is affecting the Pei family's reputation, isn't it?"

The little girl comes from a very large family with many relatives.

But this large family couldn't even piece together half a warm embrace like that of Ms. He Yin.

"I really envy you, He Tangtang..."

Pei Qingying's slender, snow-white fingers unconsciously sketched on the fogged car window.

When she came to her senses, Ms. He Yin's doting smile appeared on the car window.

……

"Young master, what are you looking at? Everyone's gone, hurry home."

Ms. He Yin, wearing her high heels, kicked her son from behind.

"Go home? Go home what home?" Chen Jue took two steps back, looking wary.

"Then I won't trouble you, young master. I'll walk back myself, okay?" Madam He Yin turned and left angrily.

Chen Jue then realized what was happening and quickly chased after Ms. He Yin to carry her bag.

What a joke! Although his home is not far from Xingfu Community and the area where the city meets the countryside is relatively safe, he still doesn't dare to let his mother go home alone.

"The little girl Tangtang brought home today is really lovely..."

"If your deadbeat father hadn't died so young, I would definitely have had a beautiful little one like him."

Ms. He Yin was spouting wild and inappropriate words, still holding someone's hand and seemingly unsatisfied.

"..." Chen Jue was already immune to his mother's occasional rants.

After all, when his father was alive, his mother had boasted that she wanted to give birth to a daughter as beautiful as He Tang.

Now, the object of his fantasy has simply changed to Miss Pei.

It's nothing to be alarmed about.

Back in my two-bedroom apartment.

Chen Jue first offered incense to his father, who was dressed in black from the Jiangnan Wanhu Mansion, before he began to practice his Hunyuan stance in the living room.

As Ms. He Yin was removing her makeup with a mirror, she glanced at her son, who was diligently practicing, and commented sharply, "Young Master, if you had worked this hard during your martial arts training, getting into Linjiang Martial Arts University shouldn't have been a problem."

"..." Chen Jue's breath hitched, as if someone had poked his lungs. He roared, "If it weren't for you always buying me games and skins during Martial Arts High School, would I be so addicted to online games and unable to break free?"

Ms. He not only showed no shame, but also didn't seem to care, shrugging and saying, "That's because you lacked self-control, so why blame me?"

"Mom! You are the stumbling block on my path to becoming an immortal powerhouse!" Chen Jue said, rebuking his mother as he stood in his stance.

"Fine, fine, young master, you're so high and mighty! You're so great! I'm the biggest stumbling block on your path to immortality, is that alright now!"

Before anyone knew it, Ms. He Yin had put on a face mask and was comfortably lying on the sofa watching short dramas, occasionally letting out silly giggles.

Chen Jue was speechless, silently repeating "My own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood" to himself, then blocked out external influences and focused solely on standing in the sage's stance.

One hour, two hours...

After Ms. He finished watching the entire series of "The Overbearing Demon Lord Falls in Love with a Widow and Child," she glanced at her son out of the corner of her eye and found that Chen Jue was still in the same state of deep absorption, almost exactly the same as two hours ago.

She looked up and glanced again at her deceased husband's portrait on the wall, and couldn't help but sigh.

This guy's genes are really strong.

It's pitiful that after so many years of happy education, her son, once he matures a little, has to return to the path of martial arts, full of swords and treacherous schemes.

As the saying goes, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

Given her son's stubborn and unyielding nature, the greater his abilities, the more dangers he will encounter.

"Alas, the world of martial arts, however glorious and dazzling it may be."

"Mom only hopes that you can live a peaceful and happy life as an ordinary person..."