A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1491 Familial Warmth

Ye Fan's smile was especially warm and indulgent tonight.

It felt like the first stirrings of spring in March.

The softness of his smile reflected the reluctance that he secretly felt against leaving his wife.

He stared at his lovely, mesmerizing wife and, for the barest of moment, wavered.

She was the only person who could soften the steely determination in his heart.

If he had met Qiu Mu-Cheng sooner and become her husband sooner, perhaps Ye Fan might have set aside his hate and desire for revenge.

But Ye Fan couldn't turn back now.

He had gone down this road for ten years.

He had gone too far. The only way was forward. No matter how appealing the warmth of his family and how mesmerizing the beauty of his wife, he

could not turn back now.

The moon looked cold and lonely outside.

A chilly wind rippled across the evening air like a cold stream gushing down the mountains while warmth quietly filled the mansion on Mount Yunding, where a lovely young woman was blushing at the sight of a young man's smile.

Qiu Mu-Cheng was naturally embarrassed by what Ye Fan had said.

Despite their many years of marriage, they had not truly behaved like a couple until the past year.

Qiu Mu-Cheng was no longer as embarrassed as she had been at first when she shared embraces and kisses with Ye Fan. Nevertheless, talk about having children still mortified Qiu Mu-Cheng.

Any mention of the subject would send her flushing like a ripened cherry and tensing up self-consciously.

She would feel her heart race and swell with both anticipation and uncertainty.

While Qiu Mu-Cheng's thoughts were racing wildly in her head, Ye Fan had left to get a small tub of water to soak her feet.

He had been teasing Qiu Mu-Cheng. He didn't honestly want children.

In fact, he had never thought about becoming a father.

He had poured his heart and soul on training and on planning Operation Sparks all these years.

In fact, marrying into the Qiu family and taking Qiu Mu-Cheng as his wife had been a part of his plan.

But Ye Fan had not foreseen that he would fall for Qiu Mu-Cheng.

Nevertheless, he had no intentions of having children with her.

He wasn't ready for it.

He wasn't ready to be a father.

Ye Fan didn't like to be unprepared and he didn't like unplanned surprises.

He was worried that he wouldn't be a good father too. He was worried that he would become his father and that his child would hate him like how he hated his father now. Besides, how could he be a father when he wasn't doing a good job at being a husband?

"Come on, my dear wife. Let's soak your feet."

Ye Fan had gotten the small tub of warm water ready.

"Thank you, my dear husband."

This was Qiu Mu-Cheng's happiest moment in the day.

Mr Chu, the man who commanded Jiangdong and struck fear in the hearts of everyone, was just a gentle, loving husband before her. She brimmed with happiness.

The feeling of being surrounded by warmth and love must be something that every woman yearned for. Every woman relished for the sense of security and safety that she got from the man whom she loved. Ye Fan had spent most of his time away for the past few years.

Qiu Mu-Cheng's thoughts would run wild during those lonely nights.

She would wonder if Ye Fan was having an affair and if he was sharing his nights with another woman.

The uncertainty that she had felt then had been unbearable.

But that vanished whenever Ye Fan was back.

In its place was bliss and warmth.

Qiu Mu-Cheng's feet dipped into the small tub. Her cheeks were cupped in her palms and her eyes smiling. She looked like a young girl waiting for happiness to descend upon her.

It was time for her husband to scrub her feet.

Her husband was incredible.

He wasn't just a formidable fighter. He was great with the everyday stuff too.

Despite the thousands of attempts that Qiu Mu-Cheng had made, the dishes that she prepared couldn't compare to those that Ye Fan made.

Ye Fan's skills weren't confined to the kitchen. He was a great masseur as well.

She would melt like jelly under his hands. Her body would turn warm as she basked in the pleasure of the massage.

Qiu Mu-Cheng couldn't believe how perfect Ye Fan appeared to be.

But this time, she had miscalculated.

Ye Fan didn't scrub her feet like he had always done. Instead, he slipped his shoes off and dumped his feet into the water as well.

"My dear wife, let's soak our feet together." Ye Fan grinned cheekily.

"No! I don't want to! Get your feet out...your feet are too big. You're going to ruin the tub. Ouch! You stepped on my foot..."

Qiu Mu-Cheng's feigned annoyance belied the happiness that she was feeling.

Qiu Mu-Cheng retired early that night.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, headed to the study to read. He would only retire late in the night.

"You've been with me for so long. I'm not sure if we'll meet again after I leave this time," Ye Fan muttered to himself as he brushed his fingers against the pages of the book.

Four words were printed in gold on the cover of the book. Book of Celestial Cloud.

Ye Fan had had his fair share of encounters with people and he had come across many strange and wondrous things over the years. This book was the only thing that had stayed by his side all this while. It was this book that had helped Ye Fan rise from his humble origins to what he was today.

It had transformed Ye Fan from a useless child cast out from the Chu family into a man who now had the courage to challenge Chu Sect.

Ye Fan had this book to thank for where he was now.

But he had no idea what to do with it.

He originally had the intention to leave the book to the God of War, Ye Qing-Tian, and China.

After some careful and considered deliberation, Ye Fan had come to the conclusion that he had caused the Chinese martial arts circle significant

damage and loss.

Those men and women might have deserved what they had gotten, but he had still been the one who had slain them.

Even though War God Castle had not pursued the matter and demand that he pay for those deaths, Ye Fan had believed that he should make amends for what he had done. It would be the right thing to do for his country.

He was a supreme grandmaster, after all. He should do something for his country.

Then, he had thought about it again and decided against leaving the book to China.

That was because he hadn't written this book.

The Book of Celestial Cloud had belonged to the ancestors of the Chu family and these ancestors had decreed that only one who had the character "Tian" in their name could practice what was inside the book.

Ye Fan would be disrespecting the final wishes of the Chu family's ancestors if he were to unilaterally give this book to China.

"Forget it. I'll leave this here in the meantime."

Ye Fan decided to leave the Book of Celestial Cloud where it was.

If he did not survive his storming of the Chu family, the book would simply fall into the hands of the luckiest person. He knew for certain that it wasn't going to end up overseas.

Having finished the book, he locked it in his study.

Then, he washed up and got ready for bed.

Before he went to bed, he checked on Qiu Mu-Cheng and found that the silly woman had kicked her sheets off again.

"What are you going to do without your husband by your side?"

He smiled and shook his head before carefully pulling the sheets up to her

shoulders again.