A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1861 - 438: The Ups and Downs – The Begonia Remains (Part 1)

"I wonder what my sister is doing right now? She used to always take care of me, and now that I am capable, I can’t even see her... I’m really such an incompetent brother."

Mo Sang chewed on the tasteless meat in his mouth, hearing him talk about his family for the first time, his sister? What kind of person is she?

She must be like him, an exceptionally outstanding woman.

"Big brother, don’t be sad, you will definitely find her, and I’m sure she won’t blame you."

Ah Fu comforted him while taking big bites of meat.

Yun Miao smiled and patted his head: "Thanks to your kind words."

Ah Fu grinned widely with his oily mouth.

Perhaps stirred by Yun Miao’s evoked homesickness, as Ah Fu ate, big tears suddenly spilled out, landing on the roasted meat.

"Wuwuwu... This is the first time I’ve had meat since I grew up; so this is how meat tastes..."

He cried while desperately stuffing it into his mouth, like a starving ghost reborn.

This scene looked somewhat heart-wrenching.

"My mom died when she gave birth to me, my dad married a stepmother, and she bullied me every day. If it weren’t for my grandma, I would’ve starved to death long ago. Later, the stepmother gave birth to a son, seeing me more and more unfavorably, she falsely accused me of stealing money, my dad whipped me, almost whipped me to death; my grandma defended me and died after being pushed down the stairs by that poisonous woman, that’s when I ran away from home, I swore I would never visit him even if he died in this life..."

The little boy said this with tears gleaming in his eyes, his teeth and lips tightly clenched, a face full of stubbornness.

"But I want to go back for revenge, avenge my grandma, buy her a big house, burn more ritual money for her, let her have a better life under the ground."

"Good kid, you’ve got ambition." Dylan patted Ah Fu’s shoulder, praising him.

Everyone’s life is independent, with joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

The young man’s face looked increasingly mysterious and unpredictable under the swaying light.

Mo Sang watched him across the burning bonfire, with emotions even she hadn’t noticed in her eyes.

She didn’t know what love was, she only knew that for procreation, the tribe allowed men and women to pair, unrelated to love, just a responsibility that must be fulfilled. If it wasn’t for this man entering her life, she would probably be married to Baru by her father’s arrangement, perhaps spending a mundane life.

But now, her life would be filled with unknowns, be it dangers or excitement, all because of this man, and she never regretted it.

"Hahaha, how can we eat roast meat without wine?" Cilin’s loud voice floated over from afar, holding a wine jar and bringing several bowls.

"Come, let me first toast you, even though I don’t know what the future holds, following you, I have no regrets."

Yun Miao gently shook the wine bowl, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

His eyes reflected the clear wine, like a whirlpool, brewing deeper and deeper.

Cilin tore off a piece of wild boar leg, taking large bites of meat and gulps of wine, drinking heartily, his hearty laughter echoed under the night sky.

Yun Miao raised the wine bowl, tilted his head, and drank it all in one go.

The spiciness burned down his throat, ached his chest, yet it brought a long-lost sense of refreshment, an isolated island, a long lonely night, cold winds of melancholy, singing in the company of wine.

"I want to drink too." Ah Fu blinked his eyes.

"Go away, what wine do kids drink?" Cilin patted his head aside.

Ah Fu was persistent: "I’m not a kid anymore, I want to drink."

Cilin saw his determined look and poured him a small bowl, Ah Fu solemnly held up the bowl, took a careful sip, his little face wrinkled from the spiciness.

"Haha, little brat, I told you you couldn’t handle it, yet you insisted on showing off."

"Who said I couldn’t handle it?" Ah Fu snorted softly, drank it in a few gulps, handed the empty bowl to Cilin, proudly raised his eyebrows: "I want more."

"Hey, this kid sure has some ability."

Ah Fu got hooked on drinking, but after three bowls, he was drunk, lying on the grass, babbling nonsense, his little face flushed.

Cilin kicked him: "You little rascal, can’t drink yet insist on showing off."

His eye caught Mo Sang sitting quietly on the side, raising an eyebrow slightly, handing her a bowl: "Do you know what this is?"

Mo Sang quietly looked at him, took it and drank it in one gulp without saying a word, in less than three seconds, her expression unchanged, calmly looking at Cilin.

Cilin was stupefied, "You... you think this is water... this is my best aged white liquor..."