My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1185 - 118

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Previously on My Demon Husband Is a Snake...
The protagonist and Yu Longting reaffirm their deep love for each other, with the protagonist expressing gratitude for his enduring support. Afterward, she entrusts Chen Ahmao with important items and supplies for Granny Wu, ensuring future access to resources for the Life and Death Embroidery. During this, Liu Hongluan attempts to provoke Chen Ahmao by insulting Qing Li's son, but Ahmao fiercely defends his master's son.

"Why are you here?" Qing Li's gaze, filled with icy indifference, met my own.

A chilling premonition washed over me—that Chen Ahmao's forehead might at any moment be impaled by red spider silk, and I wouldn't be able to intervene. My heart pounded with worry for the impulsive Ahmao.

"You should leave quickly and avoid causing any trouble," I urged Chen Ahmao.

"But... that woman is spreading lies..." Chen Ahmao, a loyal soul fiercely protective of his own, glared indignantly at Liu Hongluan.

Liu Hongluan flinched, retreating behind Qing Li. With a feigned innocence, she claimed, "I only meant well; the Young Master's Wife is overreacting."

I shot Chen Ahmao a warning glance. He reluctantly complied, departing with a resentful sigh.

Once Chen Ahmao was gone, Qing Li produced a handkerchief and meticulously wiped the bean-green juice from her fingertip. "What did you just call yourself? A cheap servant?"

"Mistress, I misspoke. I should have referred to myself as a maid," Liu Hongluan stammered, collapsing onto the ground, her body trembling as she groveled.

Even in this precarious situation, she insisted on stirring up trouble.

Lost for words regarding Liu Hongluan, I turned to Qing Li. "Mom, Dumpling is just naturally reserved and doesn't talk much."

Qing Li's eyes narrowed slightly. "This time, I think Liu Hongluan has a point. Wanwan, have you ever considered why, despite Dumpling having a happy family and so many people who love him, he simply refuses to speak?"

"But I've heard him recite lengthy curses," I countered, recalling how Dumpling had once uttered particularly complex and complete profanities, which had never made me doubt his linguistic capabilities.

"He can recite curses? It seems... perhaps his language function isn't impaired. However, aside from curses, he likely hasn't uttered anything else." Qing Li gently stroked Dumpling's head. "What's truly going on with you, little one?"

Dumpling looked at us, then gestured for us to draw nearer.

His innocent, wide eyes beckoned us closer, so Qing Li and I leaned in together.

His small, warm hand touched our heads, and then a childish voice echoed directly within our minds.

"Dumpling is very healthy. I'm just too little to talk yet. When I'm a bit older, I'll be able to speak."

Qing Li and I exchanged a look, a shared understanding passing between us.

Initially, I had never truly suspected Dumpling of being unwell or facing any distress.

But now, I was ninety percent certain...

The little rascal was deliberately concealing something.

Much like Yu Longting, he harbored a tendency to bear burdens alone.

Yet, he was still too young, not yet mastering his father's skill for keeping secrets.

Sensing that prying the truth from the child would be an arduous task, Qing Li shifted the subject. "Wanwan, tomorrow is Yu Longting's birthday. What do you plan to give him?"

"His birthday? It's... tomorrow?! I can hardly believe I didn't even know!" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

Fiddling with the Dragon Scale adorning Dumpling's neck, Qing Li lazily raised an eyebrow. "It appears he's never celebrated his birthday before. Perhaps because I wasn't capable enough, he never did, associating birthdays with me—someone he'd rather not remember. Now that you've found out, you can prepare."

"Actually, I already have a surprise!" I whispered into Qing Li's ear after a moment's thought. "It's a stroke of luck, and substantial enough to serve as a birthday gift."

"A wonderful surprise, so substantial that it's worthy of being a birthday gift?" Qing Li inquired with a smile.

I slowly revealed, "I've saved enough money for a down payment on a small house with a vegetable garden in Spring Wind Town. The deed will be in his name."

"Marrying you is certainly not a loss; you truly know how to handle things. If I were Yu Longting, I'd be so overjoyed I wouldn't sleep for three nights." Qing Li languidly rested her hand on her forehead, bestowing a look of approval.

Just then, Yu Longting returned. "What good thing has happened? Something that would make me stay awake for three nights?"