Free Web NovelChapter 566: Chapter 391: Return and Reunion! (Two-in-One)
If ordinary people saw these two majestic and fierce dogs, they might already have been scared out of their wits.
A Er was also surprised that the family’s White and Dahuang would suddenly rush out so recklessly, and his face changed dramatically.
"White, Dahuang, stop!"
The city was in a sensitive period, and if news of fierce beasts attacking people spread, it could bring considerable trouble to their young master.
A Er was about to stop them, but the situation before him was different from what he imagined.
The two dogs, which usually dismissed strangers, today were affectionately rubbing against the young woman and circling around her.
"Ah, White, Dahuang!"
Su Qingqing was overjoyed, her smile blooming like a flower, as she embraced their heads, vigorously giving them a rub.
After many years, she truly missed everything here.
Even the courtyard before her was not much different from the Su Residence of the past.
"This..." A Er was also a bit confused; this was the first time he had seen such a situation.
"Could it be that the young lady is an old acquaintance of the young master?" A Da came out, guessing that Su Qingqing might have a deep connection with Song Changming.
Su Qingqing nodded.
"May I ask the young lady’s surname?" A Da asked politely.
Su Qingqing hesitated for a moment and then said, "Su."
A Da’s heart stirred; the surname Su held an extraordinary significance in this Cui Bai Main City.
However, seeing the other party covered in dust, she did not seem like a descendant of the Core City’s Changsheng Clan.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to explain further, A Da wisely refrained from asking more and welcomed Su Qingqing inside.
Then he sent his younger brother to find Song Ping’an.
In the Second District, inside a large wine distillery, A Er found Song Ping’an.
"A young lady from afar?" Song Ping’an was momentarily lost in thought.
It wasn’t until A Er mentioned that the young lady’s surname was Su that Song Ping’an’s eyes suddenly widened.
"Let’s go!"
Rushing back to the Song Residence, he saw Su Qingqing playing with Dahuang in the courtyard.
"Hahaha, Qingqing, it really is you!" Song Ping’an laughed heartily.
Su Qingqing looked almost unchanged since she left, so Song Ping’an recognized her at once.
"Brother Ping’an, you’ve changed quite a bit..." Su Qingqing looked at Song Ping’an, surprised.
Now over sixty, Song Ping’an’s appearance and demeanor had transformed into that of a mature middle-aged man.
The sharpness of the martial artist he once had was now restrained, his clothes loose, projecting the image of a kind-hearted person.
"Heh, having settled down over the years, I haven’t been traveling around with the young master as I used to. Some changes are natural. Now, I just help the young master manage his estates for his cultivation..."
Song Ping’an walked into the courtyard, smiling as he spoke.
"And what about the young master?" Su Qingqing was most concerned about Song Changming.
"The young master is still the same; his temperament and appearance have not changed from the past. Now, his other identity is that of a general with real power in the military.
As fate would have it, he was recently redeployed from the front lines, and he is currently stationed just outside the city. I think you will see the young master very soon," Song Ping’an said with a smile.
He knew very well that the person Su Qingqing most wanted to see upon returning was their young master.
"Good." Su Qingqing visibly brightened at his words.
"Brother Ping’an, tell me about what has happened over the years."
"Of course, not a problem."
Outside the city, a figure was approaching quickly, descending directly into the city.
"Why can this person come and go so freely?"
These days, everyone had to enter the city on foot through the gate and pass through layers of checks before being allowed inside, yet this person could fly through the city at will, which immediately made many visiting martial artists resentful.
"Brother, keep it down; this person is from the Changsheng Su Clan and has special privileges," someone immediately reminded.
"The, the Changsheng Clan..."
Upon hearing this, the disgruntled person immediately withdrew and shut his mouth, subconsciously glancing at the departing figure in the sky.
Afraid that the other party might hear his words and take offense.
In the world of noble families, the Changsheng Clan was an exalted presence, not something ordinary martial artists dared to confront.
Fortunately, the departing member of the Changsheng Clan seemed uninterested in the discussions below, and in a flash, was now flying over the four or five outer districts.
As Su Fengye passed through the Third District, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat with an emotional surge.
"Hmm?" Su Fengye couldn’t quite pinpoint the origin of his emotions for the moment and instinctively scanned the surroundings.
Suddenly, he locked eyes with a gaze from below.
It was a small courtyard where a young woman just stood there, staring at him.
At that moment, Su Fengye’s heart surged more vigorously, becoming turbulent.
His eyes slowly widened, revealing a look of astonishment.
Deep within him, the surge of emotions from his bloodline couldn’t be wrong.
"Qing, Qingqing??"
Su Fengye unconsciously murmured.
Su Qingqing was merely seven when she left him, and now more than thirty years had passed.
If his daughter were still alive, she should have grown up by now.
Almost without thinking, Su Fengye descended straight into the courtyard, standing in front of this woman.
Next to him, Song Ping’an stood up suddenly, staring sternly at the unexpected visitor.
Though he did not know Su Fengye’s identity, merely judging by his attire and presence, he could tell that it was highly likely he was a noble family member from the city.
Furthermore, he noticed that the visitor was unmistakably directed towards Su Qingqing, instinctively shielding her behind him.
"What business do you have, barging into my Song Residence like this?" Song Ping’an questioned harshly.
However, Su Fengye remained transfixed on Su Qingqing, a bit dazed, and did not respond to Song Ping’an’s query.
"You..." Su Fengye was about to speak, just as Su Qingqing lowered her gaze, turning her body away, no longer looking at him.
