Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor-Chapter 4639: Undercurrents

Chapter 4639: Undercurrents

The little boy holding the Black Tortoise Mistress hand watched his older brother being led away by a girl who looked about his age. Even though he was clearly his older brother, she called him Big Brother. For a moment, he couldn’t help but bite his finger, his little face full of grievance.

Seeing that the others had walked some distance and no one was calling for him to join them, he abruptly shook off his mother’s hand and darted forward, determined to catch up.

The Black Tortoise Mistress, startled by his sudden movement, called out in concern, “Run slower, be careful not to fall!”

Hao’er, hearing the voice behind him, turned to see his younger brother hurrying towards them. He immediately slowed his pace and waited for him to arrive.

Yue’er, in the meantime, released Hao’er and Muchen’s hands and skipped ahead, crouching down to admire a cluster of vibrant flowers.

The little boy, finally reaching Hao’er’s side, reached out and tightly hugged his older brother’s arm, his eyes darting towards Muchen and Muyue with a possessive glare, as if to declare to them that this was his brother.

Muchen, with his characteristic maturity, simply ignored the younger boy’s silent declaration. Yue’er, still engrossed in the beauty of the flowers, didn’t even notice his pointed looks. Hao’er felt his younger brother’s tight grip but remained silent. Noticing Yue’er’s continued fascination with the flowers, he asked gently, “Yue’er, do you like that flower? Big Brother will pick it for you.”

Yue’er turned to him, her face bright with a smile. “Big Brother,” she said in her clear, sweet voice, “Picked flowers will wither quickly and lose their beauty. If we let them grow, we can admire them forever. Yue’er is a good child, so Yue’er won’t pick the flowers~”

Hearing her thoughtful words, Hao’er’s stern expression softened. “Then let’s go sit in the pavilion for a while,” he suggested. “We can have the servants bring us something to eat there.” fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“Mm hmm~,” she replied happily, coming to stand beside him. She then noticed the little boy clinging tightly to her Big Brother’s arm, his small, tiger-like eyes glaring at her. Unable to resist, she blinked her own large, pretty eyes and said with a friendly smile, “Are you Big Brother’s little brother? What’s your name? My name is Muyue. You should call me Sister Yue’er!”

“Go away!” The little boy retorted, pushing Yue’er away with a sudden shove.

Caught off guard, Yue’er stumbled backward a few steps, her footing unsteady, and she fell to the ground.

“What are you doing!” Hao’er’s voice was sharp, his face instantly turning cold as he cast a stern glance at his younger brother beside him. He quickly freed his arm from his brother’s grip and stepped forward to help Yue’er up, gently brushing the dust off her pink skirt. “Yue’er, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Yue’er replied, looking down at the dirtied fabric. “Just my skirt is dirty.” The smile had vanished from her small face, replaced by a look of dismay.

Muchen, ever the pragmatist, reacted swiftly. He was not one for idle words and preferred direct action. Witnessing the little boy’s bullying of his sister, he immediately stepped forward and gave him a firm push, sending him tumbling to the ground.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!” The little boy, clearly accustomed to being indulged, had now been scolded by Hao’er and pushed by Muchen, resulting in a fall. He promptly sat down and began to cry loudly.

Nearby, the Black Tortoise Mistress, who had been engaged in casual conversation with Du Fan and the others, heard her youngest son’s distressed cries. Her expression shifted instantly, and she hurried towards the commotion. Seeing her youngest child sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his face, a wave of sympathy washed over her, and she quickly scooped him up into her arms.

“What’s wrong? Why are you sitting on the ground crying like this?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

“Wah, wah, wah, my brother yelled at me, they bullied me, wah, wah, wah…” the little boy cried sadly.

Upon hearing his tearful accusation, the Black Tortoise Mistress expression froze. She glanced at the three children standing before her, her eyes assessing the situation, but she remained silent, simply cooing softly to her youngest son, “It’s alright, it’s alright, don’t cry.”