"By the way, brother, I almost forgot to ask. How's the jam selling?"

There were outsiders around on the way back, so he couldn't inquire. After they returned home, they were busy settling things, making fires, so until now, he still knew nothing about it.

"It's selling really well, little uncle! You wouldn't believe how much Dad is selling each jar for. Moreover, they ordered a hundred jars, and they'll come to pick them up tomorrow."

Talking about this topic, the big bun's gloominess vanished, and he looked at Ling Jingpeng excitedly.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly at the sight and picked up a bowl of leftover stir-fried pork and a scallion pancake for Ling Wen. With a look that said, "Here you go," he walked out. After all, there was another "important person" living in their house.

 

"How much are they selling each jar for?"

 

"Hehe... one tael of silver!"

 

"What?!"

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The voices of the two uncle and nephew continued. Ling Jingxuan, holding the items, smiled lightly and shook his head. He pushed open the slightly ajar door with his backside, and the moment he entered, his smiling face couldn't hide, falling directly into the man's burning gaze. He had heard everything happening outside, and now seeing the genuine smile on Ling Jingxuan's face, Yan Shengrui's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, his eyes locking onto him almost hungrily.

 

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, Ling Jingxuan quickly concealed his smile, replacing it with a cold expression. He squatted down and placed two large bowls of food on the small stool in front of Yan Shengrui. He nonchalantly checked his pulse, not avoiding touching his right hand. "The recovery ability of martial artists is indeed impressive. You have almost recovered, and it usually takes a few days of bed rest for injuries like this to heal. The blood clot in your brain will slowly dissipate, and then your memory will return."

He had always had a strong and vigorous True Qi in his body. Although he didn't know if that was what they called internal power, the fact that he recovered faster than an ordinary person couldn't be denied.

"Do you want to kick me out?"

The moment he withdrew his hand, Yan Shengrui grabbed his wrist. His bright peach blossom eyes stared at him unwaveringly. He wasn't foolish. From the beginning to the end, Ling Jingxuan had been distant and indifferent to him. Coupled with what he had heard Big Bun say, he had told him to leave after his body recovered, and the loss of memory made him unable to know why he had abandoned them for five whole years, subjecting them to humiliation. However, after these few days of contact, his heart told him that he wanted to stay in this home, stay by his and the children's side, become his man, a member of this family, and stand with them to protect them from being bullied.

 

Ling Jingxuan noticed that this time, Yan Shengrui controlled his strength cleverly, so it didn't hurt, nor was it easy to break free. He noticed it but didn't intend to accept it. "We have no connection. I saved your life, but I don't expect you to repay me. Now that your injuries are getting better, leaving is just the inevitable result."

His cold voice couldn't be said to have no mercy. Yan Shengrui's eyebrows furrowed, and he coldly said, "A non-connection, huh? If that's the case, then where do your two children come from?"

His handsome face was overbearing and domineering, revealing an inherent arrogance. After speaking, even he was shocked, as he knew better than anyone that he hadn't intended to say those words. Now, their relationship might become even more distant.
As expected, an icy killing intent, definitely not something a farmer should possess, surged out from Ling Jingxuan's slender body. Confronted by his apologetic gaze, Ling Jingxuan firmly unbuckled his fingers, stood up, and looked down at him. His eyes were filled with disdain and murderous intent. "Firstly, they are my children, and you have no connection with them. Secondly, we have no emotional engagement, just a one-night stand. What connection do we have? Thirdly, whoever dares to harm my children, I will kill them. I don't care who you are or what noble status you have. If you make things difficult for me, I will make sure you have a hard time too. Your injury will heal within a week at most, and when that time comes, please leave on your own. My humble abode can't accommodate a big shot like you."

 

After speaking, Ling Jingxuan turned around coldly. He didn't leave any room for Yan Shengrui to retract his words. However, when he opened the door, Yan Shengrui's voice filled with remorse still rang out.

 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. No matter if we have an emotional engagement or just a one-night stand, there's one thing you can never deny—those are my sons. Of course, I don't want to compete with you for them, but I just want to state a fact, Jingxuan. I have no idea about all the things in the past, why I abandoned you all for five years, making you suffer from humiliation. I'm sorry, if possible, please give me another chance. I want to stay and help take care of the two children with you."

 

If one ignored the original host's suffering and the fact that Yan Shengrui had lost his memory, at this moment, he was undoubtedly passionate and deep in emotions. His words successfully stopped Ling Jingxuan in his tracks.

 

"I accept your apology, but as for the chance you want, I'm sorry, I'm not accustomed to giving others opportunities."
However, in this world, everything exists, except "if." After speaking, Ling Jingxuan walked out of the room. Whether it was love or marriage, it was never within his plans.

"I will make you change your mind, Ling Jingxuan!"

A long time later, a man's low, determined murmur echoed in the room. His enchanting peach blossom eyes reflected dazzling determination, as if he held all the winning cards, and everything was within his grasp. With his lost memories, he relied entirely on instinct to make decisions. He didn't know if one day in the future, after he recovered his memories, the haughty Prince Rui would regret today's almost humble plea.