Chapter 64: The Most Radiant Head Amidst the Crowd

As soon as those words were spoken, Ye Ming and Dongmen Meng immediately furrowed their brows, not because of Ye Li herself, but because their son had brought home an unfamiliar girl from outside—clearly an act of defiance against his parents.

Are children nowadays so resistant to arranged marriages? Just to avoid the family’s arrangements, he brought someone from outside at random? But could a girl like this really be picked up so casually? With looks like hers, the boys would be fighting over her.

It was all too peculiar.

“Kunkun, how did you two meet?” Dongmen Meng asked, her curiosity piqued. She needed to get to the bottom of this, lest Kunkun be deceived.

Ye Ming added from the side, “You’ve been out less than an hour, Kunkun—how did you manage this?”

Though Ye Ming’s words sounded like a question, there was a hint of admiration. His own son was remarkable! In less than an hour, he’d brought back such a beautiful bride. With talent like this, why not teach your father? Kunkun, you’re really too much—at this rate, you’ll strain the father-son relationship.

Ye Qin sat quietly nearby, his expression unreadable, betraying nothing.

“Father, Mother, I used to think love at first sight was a myth, but since I saw Ye Li, I realized how wonderful it truly is—so thrilling that one would throw caution to the wind. I’m sorry... Father, Mother, I’ve disappointed you.” Night Kun had long prepared his speech, determined to show his resolve and gently express his desire not to follow their arrangements. His words were beautifully diplomatic.

Ye Li nearly believed him. Love at first sight? He’d just said he wouldn’t lie, and now he was deceiving his parents. Boys and their words—so unreliable.

Ye Ming turned to Ye Li, curiosity in his voice, “And you, child?”

Ye Li’s expression softened, yet her resolve was unwavering. “Father, Mother, from the moment I first saw Night Kun, I quietly vowed in my heart that I would be his wife for life. No matter what might come, I will never leave him, not even if the heavens collapse, until death do us part!”

Night Kun almost believed her. This Ye Li—she’d just said she wouldn’t lie, but now she was deceiving his parents, speaking of unwavering devotion. He hadn’t used such extravagant language himself.

She even called them Father and Mother—just how eager was she to be with Night Kun?

“Child, I have another question,” Dongmen Meng asked seriously, still feeling something wasn’t right.

“Please ask, Mother. Your daughter-in-law will answer everything.”

Night Kun sighed quietly. She was getting more and more comfortable with these terms—only moments ago she referred to herself as a maiden, now she was calling herself daughter-in-law. Did she have to change so quickly?

“If you like someone, there must be a reason. What is it about our Kunkun that attracts you?”

Night Kun was curious now, too. Let’s see how she improvises—Father and Mother are sharp-eyed.

Ye Li bit her lip, as if the answer was difficult to speak.

“Don’t be afraid, child, just say it,” Ye Ming smiled gently, perhaps realizing he was putting too much pressure on her.

Even Ye Qin looked a bit curious now—what was it she liked about his brother?

Ye Li spoke softly, “In the crowd, your daughter-in-law spotted her husband at a glance. He is always the brightest among them, because his head truly shines. It’s impossible not to notice.”

The room fell silent. Night Kun’s expression was odd.

But the others...

Pfft!

“Hahaha...” Ye Ming was the first to burst out laughing. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t the right occasion for such mirth, but he couldn’t help himself. This daughter-in-law was amusing.

Another who laughed uncontrollably was Yan Mu’er, who felt Ye Li was absolutely right—the bald head was indeed eye-catching. Back in the Misty Forest, among the five children, she too had first looked at Night Kun, simply because he was bald. Too distinctive, impossible not to notice.

Yan Mu’er, who was nearly hysterical with laughter, suddenly remembered something and immediately stopped, adopting a pitiful, sorrowful demeanor.

Dongmen Meng couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly, and so did the nearby Xiao Ling and Zhang Tiantian.

Ye Qin turned his face away, not wanting his brother to see him laughing, lest his carefully crafted image collapse.

Night Kun was furious but powerless. Joke about anything, just don’t make fun of my hair!

Ye Li saw Night Kun’s unhappy look and was secretly delighted.

“Husband, I don’t mind that you have no hair. Being bald is convenient—you don’t have to worry about washing it.”

Night Kun was about to explode. What does washing have to do with it! Are you here to torment me? Every word hits me right where it hurts!

At this moment, Dongmen Meng felt there might really be something between these two, especially given Ye Li’s demeanor—it seemed genuine.

But... Dongmen Meng glanced at Yan Mu’er sitting nearby.

“Kunkun, your mother hasn’t introduced you yet. This is Yan Mu’er, the match your father arranged for you.”

Yan Mu’er now understood Night Kun’s intentions—if she withdrew now, it would be exactly what he wanted.

Six years! She’d dreamed of scenes where he rode her and knocked her head! If she didn’t get her revenge, she’d never sleep soundly.

Yan Mu’er stood up, looking frail and delicate, as if the slightest breeze would knock her over. Such a girl would inspire any man to cradle her in his hands, protect her from the slightest harm.

Ye Li instantly looked down on her—this woman was really putting on a show, just to awaken the protective instinct in men!

A formidable opponent!

It seemed she wasn’t weak enough herself! After all, Yan Mu’er was a nine-tailed cat demon, a master of human nature, especially with men—her teacher had drilled that into her.

“Mu’er greets her husband. Just seeing him once is enough for Mu’er’s happiness.”

Everyone: ...

The tone, the expression—anyone would think Night Kun had abandoned his wife for years.

Ye Li realized she had met her match, but a question lingered in her heart: just how outstanding was this little bald head, that he was so sought after?

Night Kun had planned to be subtle, but Yan Mu’er’s words left him speechless. Are all beautiful girls this forward now?

But why hadn’t his brother encountered this kind of thing?

He couldn’t just give in—he needed to save himself.

“Mu’er, since you’re frail, sit down. After such a long journey, you need to rest, otherwise, when we return, Uncle Yan will say I’ve been bullying you.”

Everyone present was clever, and instantly understood Night Kun’s intention: he wanted Yan Mu’er to leave, but was showing concern at the same time.

Ye Qin sighed inwardly, thinking his brother was exceptional—even in rejecting girls.