Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 158 The White Dragon Clan Arrives

The White Dragon Clan Chief narrowed his eyes slightly, "If we can cooperate with the Fortune Clan and learn how to cultivate rice, then we will have access to endless wealth."

The young male instantly understood what his father meant.

But then he frowned again. "But, would Ophelia agree?"

The White Dragon Clan Chief's face showed a calm expression. "If she is unwilling, I naturally have other ways."

He looked confident and assured.

"Father means..."

"You don't need to worry about these things, Baima. Go and prepare a generous gift. Bring Balunbu with me to the full moon celebration the day after tomorrow."

Pema is the name of a young male.

Balunbu is the son of Baima and the grandson of the White Dragon Clan Chief.

Bai Ma had his own guesses, but his father didn't want him to know too much, so he didn't ask any further questions.

However, since his father said he would prepare a generous gift, he would prepare it accordingly.

Two days later, it was time for the little dragon cubs' one-month celebration.

The males of the Fu tribe spontaneously get up early to hunt in the forest and then return before sunrise.

Ophelia and Taylor also got up early, and Taylor lit the campfire and started roasting the meat.

Ophelia also brought out the fruits she had 'picked' on the mountain over the past few days to entertain the guests who came today.

Around ten o'clock, the chiefs of each tribe arrived with their people.

To show respect, those who came with the clan leaders today were either the young clan leaders, the clan leaders' wives, or the young female members of the clan leaders' households.

By the time the barbecue was ready, all the guests had arrived.

However, some distant tribes, having heard about the full moon celebration, also brought gifts to offer their congratulations.

Although the Fu tribe had no dealings with these tribes, they couldn't very well turn them away since the people had come with generous gifts.

Everyone ate and drank, and the clan leaders, led by the Fu clan members, visited the chicken coop and paid special attention to the pigsty.

The piglets in the pigpen have grown to the size of adult wild boars, but they are not yet as plump.

However, the pigs are in good spirits and look like they will live to adulthood.

When they get pregnant and have piglets, the pig farming project will be considered complete.

Raising pigs that have already been domesticated for a generation will be much easier, but it's uncertain whether Ophelia will be willing to share her experience or give them a few piglets.

Thinking of this, the tribal chiefs, along with their partners or daughters, surrounded Ophelia.

Several males winked at their families, and several females smiled and spoke up.

"Chief of the Fu Clan, you've raised these three little ones so well."

"Yes, she doesn't look like she's just a month old at all."

"I wonder who their father is?"

Ophelia already had the answers in mind for the questions from the males.

So he could lie without batting an eye. "They are Taylor's children, and they grew up strong because they were well cared for in the womb."

Since Ophelia has said so, no one will specifically jump out to refute her.

There was a young clan leader, who looked simple-minded.

He casually remarked, "But why do these three little females smell a little different from Taylor?"

The other clan leaders glanced at the male first, then turned their gaze to the three adorable little ones.

Ophelia remained unperturbed by the male's questioning, her face still bearing a smile.

"They like to play in the woods, so they smell a bit strong. It's normal that you don't smell like them."

When everyone saw the mud on the faces and arms of the eldest brother, Cohen, and the second brother, Dan, their doubts vanished.

"The little ones are all very lively."

"It's their liveliness that proves they're healthy."

The young male, seeing the other tribal chiefs say the same thing, belatedly realized he had misspoke.

He glanced at Ophelia somewhat guiltily, and seeing that she still had a smile on her face and did not show any displeasure, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rebecca approached, accompanied by Lyon, the chieftain of the Golden Dragon Clan.

The tribal chiefs couldn't keep surrounding Ophelia, so they went to the side with Leon to talk and exchange information.

Rebecca looked at her three grandchildren and couldn't stop smiling. She kissed one after another.

Wendy was delighted by the kiss, while Dan didn't react much. Only the eldest awkwardly turned his head away to wipe the drool off his face.

Seeing Cohen feigning sadness, Rebecca asked, "My dear Cohen, do you not like? Don't you like your grandmother either?"

"Is this because she dislikes her maternal grandmother?" she asked, feigning a sob.

Seeing his grandmother's sadness, Cohen pursed his lips. "No, it wasn't that I didn't."

But because Rebecca is not directly related to him by blood.

So you can't understand what he's really thinking at all; you can only hear him making incoherent noises.

“What is Cohen saying? I don’t understand,” Rebecca continued to tease.

The little female next to her smiled and her eyes crinkled at the sight.

Cohen then realized he had been tricked, and blushed as he buried his face in Taylor's arms.

Seeing her son's embarrassment, Ophelia quickly stopped him. "Mother, please stop talking. Cohen is unhappy."

Rebecca: "Don't be angry, Cohen. It's my fault. I'm not angry. And please don't be angry with your grandmother either, okay?"

After a long pause, Cohen turned his head and nodded slightly.

Just then, the White Dragon Clan Chief came over with his son, Baima, and grandson, Balunbu.

The White Dragon Clan Chief greeted Rebecca warmly from afar.

"Rebecca, my sister."

Upon hearing this unfamiliar address, Ophelia and Rebecca both turned their heads in confusion.

What I saw was a middle-aged male. He looked shrewd, but there was no obvious calculation in his eyes.

Rebecca thought for a long time before she remembered the other person's identity.

She asked in confusion, "Cousin Bailong?"

"She's my cousin, and we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Rebecca felt a little guilty for almost not recognizing him, and she gave an awkward laugh. "I still can't compare to my cousin's memory."

Bai Long smiled gently, not at all annoyed that he had almost not been recognized.

"I've changed so much. It's normal that my cousin didn't recognize me."

"My cousin, on the other hand, has been well taken care of by the Golden Dragon Clan Chief all these years, and she is still as young and beautiful as ever."

No woman can resist being complimented on her beauty.

Hearing Bai Long praise herself like that, Rebecca also recalled some memories of the two of them playing together when they were young.

Bai Long then turned to Ophelia and said, "My cousin's daughter is just as beautiful as you. In the blink of an eye, she has grown up so much and is so capable of establishing her own tribe."

“It’s not easy for a small female to establish a tribe.”

Bai Long then beckoned his son and grandson to come forward, and he introduced them to them in a friendly manner.
“Sister Rebecca, this is my eldest son, Pema, and my grandson, Balunbu.”

"Bai Ma, Balunbu, quickly call for help."

Pema, accompanied by her three-year-old son Balunbu, greeted Rebecca.

"Hello, cousin. Hello, great-aunt."

"Hello, cousin Ophelia. Hello, aunt Ophelia."

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so Ophelia warmly welcomed them.

"Welcome, Uncle and Cousin, to the babies' one-month celebration. Please make yourselves at home."