Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

Xiao Li was stunned. "What the—?! They’re so small, and they dare to fight me?!" He puffed his chest like a little warrior. "I’m not scared of you!"

But the next second, he felt a cold gaze. He slowly turned his head. His father was staring at him.

Xiao Li immediately straightened. "I... I was just playing..." he said quickly.

Then, to change the situation, he suddenly picked up Xiao San. "Come here!" And kissed him hard on the head.

Xiao San froze. He was just ready to fight for his brother, but now his mind went blank.

What just happened? He slowly trembled.

Then his face filled with disgust. Who is this stinky boy?! Only his mother, grandmother, grandfather... even father could kiss him! But this random boy?!

Xiao Sen shivered. Then he quickly wiped his head on Xiao Yi’s arm again and again. "Dirty! Dirty! So dirty!"

Xiao Yi: "...."

The room went silent for a second. Then everyone burst into laughter.

Even Wang Mulan couldn’t stop laughing. Mo Qingli held his stomach.

Su Mingxuan shook his head helplessly. And Xiao Li stood there, completely confused.

"...What did I do wrong now?"

The house was filled with noise, laughter, and chaos. But it felt warm like a real family.

Mo Qingli immediately picked up the still disgusted Xiao San into his arms.

"Alright, alright... don’t scrunch your little face like that," he said gently. "Let grandpa wipe it for you."

He carefully wiped Xiao San’s head where Xiao Li had kissed him. Xiao San blinked in surprise.

Surprisingly, he didn’t struggle this time.

Usually, he would never stay quietly in someone else’s arms unless it was his close family.

But for some reason, this big grandpa’s arms felt warm and safe. So he just stayed there, letting him clean his head.

Mo Qingli smiled slightly. But then his gaze suddenly paused. His eyes narrowed just a little.

In Xiao San’s thick black hair, something small was peeking out. Two tiny horns. They were almost completely hidden by his soft hair, so most people wouldn’t notice. But Mo Qingli’s eyes were sharp. He saw them clearly.

His heart skipped a beat. Horns... He stared at them for a moment. He even wanted to reach out and touch them.

But he stopped himself. He knew very well that Teng snake beastmen’s horns were extremely sensitive. If he touched them carelessly, this little cub might bite him without hesitation. So he calmly pulled his hand back.

But inside, he was shocked. A Teng Clan snake actually has a child? That alone was unbelievable. Everyone knew how rare it was. Almost impossible. Yet here he was, holding one in his arms.

Mo Qingli’s eyes deepened with interest. Now he was truly curious. Very curious. What kind of man is this? The one who could leave behind a child. And even more, what was he doing here in such a lower domain?

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Could it be... that person?

But he didn’t jump to conclusions. He remembered something from before. The last time he had asked Su Mingxuan why he had the scent of the Teng Clan on him, Su Mingxuan had looked completely confused.

He clearly didn’t know anything about it. At that time, Mo Qingli didn’t press further. He immediately understood that the snake beastman had hidden his identity. And honestly, that was completely normal.

Later, he had only heard from Su Mingxuan that there was a snake beastman among his daughter’s mates. Nothing more.

At that time, Mo Qingli didn’t think too much.

After all, a proud Teng Clan snake choosing a mate so casually? It sounded impossible.

But now, reality was right in front of him. Not only did it happen, they even had a child. Mo Qingli couldn’t help but feel amazed.

Incredible... Now, his desire to meet that man had grown even stronger.

And not just him. He also wanted to meet her. Wang Mulan’s daughter.

After all, even many powerful females couldn’t successfully bond with Teng Clan men. But she not only succeeded, she even gave birth to his child.

Mo Qingli slowly looked up. His gaze fell on Wang Mulan. She was still laughing happily, surrounded by the tiger cubs. Her smile was bright and warm.

He paused. Then suddenly laughed softly. Of course... How could her daughter be ordinary?

His mate was never a simple woman. Then her daughter... how could she be simple?

Both of them were extraordinary. Not only in ability, but even their fertility was something others could not compare to.

Mo Qingli’s eyes slowly turned gentle as he looked down at the child in his arms. Xiao San was quiet now. His bright eyes blinked softly, completely different from the earlier noisy chaos. Such a small child... So pure. So full of life.

Mo Qingli’s fingers paused slightly as he held him. In his heart, a quiet thought rose. I hope... this child can live an easy life. Not like... him.

That man. A figure he had never truly forgotten. A Teng Clan man who was cold, proud, and dangerous. Yet... not entirely heartless.

Mo Qingli’s eyes darkened slightly. Could it be him? Did he come back? Or... was the father of this child someone else? Another man from the Teng Clan?

That question stayed in his mind. But another thought quickly followed. If he is from the Teng Clan... is he also like them? Cruel and arrogant? Looking down on everyone.

Mo Qingli slowly lowered his gaze again. He looked at Xiao San. The child’s eyes were bright, clear, and full of innocence. Without even a trace of sadness.

His grip softened unconsciously. Then he shook his head slightly. "No..." he muttered in a low voice.

He dismissed that thought. If the father was truly like those cruel Teng Clan men... then how could this child be like this? Children may not know everything... but they reflect their home, their warmth, and care.

Mo Qingli let out a quiet breath. That man... the one he had met long ago... he was already different. Not like the others.

So maybe... now... there was another one. Another Teng Clan man who was not the same.

After all... so much time had passed. Years had gone by. The Teng Clan... could they still be the same as before?

A faint thought crossed his mind. Maybe... things have changed. Maybe their pride had been broken. Maybe their arrogance had faded. After all... a clan without heirs... a clan slowly declining... no matter how proud they were, reality would crush them sooner or later.

Mo Qingli’s eyes grew thoughtful. Anything is possible now... He could not keep thinking the same way as before. The world had changed. People had changed.

And he... he also needed to change.