The Ye family gathered to spend New Year’s Eve together with a feast. Feng Ruhai’s family came to visit as well. Even though the two families had been good friends for decades, it was the first time Feng Ruhai had come to visit on New Year’s Eve.
“Uncle Feng,” Ye Futian greeted Feng Ruhai, then sat in between Ye Xiaoqin and Ye Mo.
“You will officially be sixteen years old after tonight, Ye Futian. You look more and more handsome,” Feng Ruhai complimented. As a result of the constant cultivation that Ye Futian was going through, he now looked more charming than ever. He had become a thin young man with a handsome face, like a model.
Feng Qingxue kept looking at Ye Futian from afar. She still couldn’t forget what had happened at the academy one month before, when the young man had been standing with another beautiful girl in the snow, and they fought against the authority together. Ye Futian had used to make fun of her all the time, and she had believed that this boy would be around her forever. But now, there was a certain distance between them.
What if… she had never talked to Ye Futian in that horrible manner?
“This boy has only inherited about thirty percent of my looks,” Ye Baichuan said. “But Qingxue is growing ever more beautiful, she’s just too gorgeous to be your blood,” Ye Baichuan joked. Feng Ruhai was speechless, so he gave Ye Baichuan a stare.
“Stop boasting. Why have these kids not gotten engaged?” Ye Rong, Ye Futian’s aunt, smiled and cut into the conversation.
Ye Futian was shocked by this while panic flashed across Feng Qingxue’s eyes. She lowered her head to avoid the glances cast on her.
Feng Ruhai looked at Ye Futian, and Ye Rong kept talking, “Brother, why are you looking at him? I know this boy so well. Really, he would be laughing all night if Qingxue said yes to this engagement.”
“Yes, yes, Ye Futian loves beautiful girls.” Ye Xiaoqin was speaking for her mother.
“Looks like you’re getting lucky, bro.” Ye Mo mumbled to Ye Futian. Ye Futian felt awkward that no one had even bothered to ask what his opinion was.
“Qingxue, my girl, what do you say?” Ye Rong looked at Feng Qingxue. Feng Qingxue’s face turned red from all the attention. She snuck a look at Ye Futian and soon was reminded of the time when another girl was standing up for Ye Futian. She suddenly felt disappointed and shook her head, “He’s too good for me, Aunt Ye.”
She had just rejected the suggestion.
Ye Rong was a bit embarrassed but she smiled and said, “It’s fine. You’re still young, and there is enough time for you to foster your relationship.”
“Nah, it’s not happening.” Ye Xiaoqin was trying to relieve her cousin.
“That’s too bad, bro.” Ye Mo mumbled to his cousin.
“Futian, you need to work harder, and I believe Qingxue will finally accept you someday,” Ye Dongliu, Ye Futian’s uncle, also said. They all thought that Ye Futian had just been rejected by the girl. Ye Futian remained silent and nodded. Actually, he didn’t care about what the others were thinking.
Soon, someone approached the Ye home. A guard from the house came in with a message. “Someone is looking for Mr. Ye Futian outside the door.”
“For me?” Ye Futian had no idea who it was.
“Go ahead,” Ye Baichuan told him.
“Sure,” Ye Futian nodded and followed the guard.
After he left, Ye Rong started talking with Feng Qingxue again, “Qingxue, you guys have grown up together for so many years. Just give him some time and a chance to prove himself.”
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The Legend of Futian
Fantasiin a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as their kings have been controlled. How...
