Reversed Fate in the 70s: Marrying the Factory Director rather than Rough Man

Chapter 267: Come Home With Me

Shen Ci’s heart leaped with joy, her eyes instantly brightening. “Brother Mo, you remember me?!”

Yet Mo Cheng slowly shook his head, his expression beneath the plain veil remaining tranquil. “No.”

“Oh…” Shen Ci’s lips unconsciously drooped, like a deflated little ball.

But this dejection lasted only a moment before she quickly regained her energy. “It’s alright! Brother Xiao hasn’t remembered either. Once A-Ci finds the Fleeting Life Spring, you’ll both remember!”

She lifted her face, her eyes sparkling under the moonlight, her smile warm as if radiating a sun-like glow capable of dispelling all darkness and coldness.

“Eh? That’s right,” she suddenly thought of something, curiously leaning closer. “Brother Mo, if you haven’t remembered, how can you be sure you know me?”

Mo Cheng didn’t answer immediately. He took her wrist, gently helping her up from the grass. Then, his slender, cool fingertips accurately pointed to the crystal-clear, restrained icy chain around her wrist.

His voice was clear and cold. “This Snow Tracing Chain is extremely precious to me. Since its creation, it has never left my side.”

He raised his eyes, as if looking at her through the plain veil.

“If I hadn’t given it willingly, it would be impossible for it to end up in your hands.”And your sword,” his slender fingers accurately pointed to the dark longsword at her waist, “was also forged from that piece of Millennial Dark Iron I had treasured.”Hearing this, Shen Ci raised her wrist, deliberately shaking the crystal-clear ice chain, making it jingle brightly, her smile radiant.” “Really? This chain is that important to you?”

She paused, lowering her head in thought for a moment, as if recalling some distant, warm fragment.

Then she lifted her face again, moonlight shining in her clear eyes, her smile carrying a hint of small triumph.

“But… Brother Mo, you gave me this Snow Tracing Chain not long after we met.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Cheng stiffened slightly.

Beneath the plain veil, his expression was unclear, but his slightly averted face and momentary speechlessness betrayed a rare unease.

“…Is… is that so?” his voice held some hesitation.

Shen Ci nodded repeatedly, her eyes bright as if she had transformed back into that small child needing protection. “Yes, yes! I was only eight then, completely weak in combat. You were afraid I’d get hurt running around outside, so you put this on me, saying it would protect me.”

As she spoke, she affectionately touched the cool chain on her wrist. “Since then, I’ve never taken this chain off. It’s protected me many times.”

Mo Cheng fell silent.

The night breeze brushed past, firefly lights drifting leisurely around them.

In his heart, he repeated this realization, faintly yet clearly: If this were true, then this girl named Shen Ci was… truly important to him.

This profound, weighty affection felt like a small stone dropped into his frozen heart, rippling through the layers of ice.

Shen Ci grinned, stepping forward naturally to grab his snow-white sleeve, gently shaking it as she looked up, her voice unconsciously coying. “Brother Mo, won’t you come home with me? Brother Xiao and Hua Hua are waiting for us to have hot pot!”

Mo Cheng lowered his head slightly, his gaze behind the plain veil falling upon her hand clutching his sleeve, then shifting to her bright eyes filled with anticipation.

“Home?” he repeated the word softly, his tone betraying no emotion.

“That’s right!” Shen Ci nodded vigorously, pointing toward Shura Mountain with pride and enthusiasm in her voice. “Right there! Though it’s just begun, A-Ci has nearly finished clearing the land. The medicinal fields and orchards are all planted, and the courtyard is built.”

Her eyes curved like crescent moons as she added, “Your room is tidied up too! South-facing windows, very bright, and you can see the bamboo grove on the Back Mountain!”

Mo Cheng fell silent once more.

Home?

Could he… still have a home?

His sect had nearly been destroyed because of him, the tombstones stood cold, he could never return to the Sect, and it seemed there was no place left for him in this vast world. He had long grown accustomed to being alone, accompanied only by the cold ice, the lonely moon, and the garden full of wandering souls.

Yet this young woman before him was describing with such natural, warm, and bright conviction a place with medicinal fields, orchards, clean and bright rooms, and… a home waiting for him.

It was a world completely opposite to the deathly silent cemetery where he now stood.

Before he could sort through these complicated thoughts, Shen Ci had already pulled him up without hesitation, riding the wind as they flew toward Shura Mountain.

The night wind whistled past their ears, beside him the young woman’s red robes fluttered and her warm, firm grip guided him.

Mo Cheng couldn’t identify the emotions surging in his heart—was it surprise at her unwavering certainty? Curiosity about the home she described? Or… a faint flicker of anticipation that he himself was unwilling to acknowledge?

“By the way,” his cool voice cut through the wind, “how did you come to know You Ying?”

Shen Ci turned her head, the smile fading from her face replaced by clear annoyance. “Speaking of that makes me angry! She was probably desperate and hid in Shura Mountain, where my Brother Xiao happened to pick up… well, rescue her. Seeing her pitiful state and severe injuries, I saved her life on a whim. Never expected… she would turn out to be the enemy who harmed Brother Mo!”

Her tone was full of regret and obvious self-reproach.

“Shura Mountain?” Mo Cheng caught the term, a hint of surprise in his voice. “What were you doing in such a place?”

That place was filled with raging evil energy, haunted by malicious spirits—definitely not somewhere safe. No one in Tai Chu Realm would casually set foot there.

Hearing this, the regret on Shen Ci’s face instantly transformed into a radiant smile. She turned with sparkling eyes, her tone light and tinged with pride:

“Ah! I almost forgot to tell you—”

“Our home is built right on Shura Mountain!”

Mo Cheng: “…”

Beneath the plain veil, he remained silent for a long time.

Even with his normally unshakable composure, he was rendered speechless by the sheer audacity implied in her words.

Not until Shen Ci pulled him into that warm, lantern-lit courtyard filled with steaming heat, his nostrils filled with the fresh aroma of hotpot and the fragrance of flowers and plants, his eyes beholding the vibrant spiritual plants filling the yard and the familiar figure busy behind the mist, did Mo Cheng remain somewhat dazed, unable to fully collect his thoughts.

“This place… is truly in the Shura Mountain Range?” he instinctively confirmed again, a trace of doubt in his voice.

The peaceful scene before him was far too different from the evil energy-filled, howling wasteland he knew Shura Mountain to be.

Shen Ci pulled him to sit on the stone stool in the courtyard and chuckled at his words, handing him a pair of chopsticks. “Could it be fake? Brother Mo, although this place used to be a bit remote and eerie, after purification, it’s become picturesque with clear waters and green mountains. The Spiritual Qi is gradually recovering, and the scenery is truly beautiful. That’s why I decided to settle down here!”

“A-Ci!”

“A-Ci Ci!”

Two familiar voices rang out.

Mo Cheng looked up and saw Da Hua and Xiao Lie each carrying two plates piled high with ingredients as they emerged from the house.

Xiao Lie even put down the Spirit Fruit in his hands, rushed to Shen Ci’s side in a few large strides, and anxiously circled around her while stammering, “Are… are you alright? You… you’re not hurt, are you?”