Steal The Male Lead

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"This is where I've been staying." Chan Lihua introduced as she led Fei Qianchi through the gates, revealing a small garden of roses. "I..." She was a bit hesitant, looking up at her son.

Fei Qianchi looked around at the residence that was bigger than what he would've thought. In fact, he could even see servants walking past them, slightly bowing towards Chan Lihua and him before they walked away.

Fei Qianchi couldn't help but stare at the woman once more. She looked exactly the same as when she was still alive, even younger in fact. The woman was a beautiful woman. Back then, because of poor health and sickness, it marred her beauty, but now, none of that was here. He couldn't help but smile. He was the only one who aged.

"You... look the same as before." Fei Qianchi slowly said. He was a bit afraid. This type of love was scary. Back in his life as a business tyrant, before he became a transmigrator, he had given up on familial love. The many worlds he entered taught him this warmth, some more than others.

Chan Lihua was a bit shocked as Fei Qianchi spoke up, but she smiled brightly, "It seems like so. I haven't aged, but you have."

Unlike her, Fei Qianchi was older now. Though he still carried some features from when he was younger, all of that had matured too.

Fei Qianchi looked at Chan Lihua, nodding his head. He grasped tighter onto Chan Lihua's hand, letting her hold him as they walked inside. "Mother, it has been a long time. Have you been well?" Fei Qianchi couldn't help but be formal. Though this was his first life, the many memories clashed within his head, making it hard to focus on himself in this world.

Chan Lihua exhaled, eyes glistening. "Yes. The truth is," Before she could finish, a man's voice was heard.

"Lihua!"

Fei Qianchi turned around as a man ran towards them. With red hair that burned like fire and brown eyes, the man was not old, appearing as if he was only in his early thirties. He wore a black robe embroidered in gold with a lotus upon it. His red hair was held up by a crown. There was a vermillion mark on his forehead between his brows, thin lips that contrasted his bright voice. He had peach blossom eyes and slender brows. The man smiled brightly as he ran. Then, he stopped, having caught sight of Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi's eyes narrowed, staring at the unknown man as he grasped tighter onto Chan Lihua's hand. The man was strong. Wherever this was, everyone felt much stronger than him. The man in front of him could easily defeat him.

"Zhu Rong." Chan Lihua couldn't help but call out once she saw the man's eyes narrow while looking at her son.

Zhu Rong side-eyed Fei Qianchi, "Lihua, who is this?" His eyes looked down at their hands that were intertwined.

Chan Lihua looked up at Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi felt his eyes twitch, staring at this man who was equally as tall as him. His blue eyes stared at the man, not bowing down. He could see Zhu Rong's lips twitch as if he wanted to say something while gawking at his hand holding onto Chan Lihua's.

Well, it seemed like the man misunderstood their relationship. So being the jester he was, Fei Qianchi turned to Chan Lihua.

"Who is this?" Fei Qianchi asked, raising a brow as he looked towards Chan Lihua, ignoring the man standing in front of them.

"Qianchi, this is Zhu Rong. He is the Deity of Fire." Chan Lihua was struggling to find the correct words to say as she was caught in between both of the men's eyes. "He... he is my husband."

Hearing this, Fei Qianchi's eyes slightly widened. "Your husband?" He was a bit taken aback and shocked.

For Zhu Rong, it was taken in the wrong way. Looking at the man with white hair and pale blue eyes, he felt like his position was being threatened. The man was handsome, extremely like so. Among the many gods and goddesses he knew, the deities he had met, this man's handsome features could not be rivaled. Seeing that the man still held on tightly to his Chan Lihua, a fire lit within him, wanting to burn the man himself.