Three times married to Yama

"Yinyin, Mom missed you for twenty years, and I don't want to miss out on your future. Can we meet?"

Faced with her gentle yet probing and ingratiating voice, I did not answer her immediately.

Although I have never asked my dad about my mom, what child wouldn't be curious about their own mother?

When I received that call and heard that address, how could I not be moved?

But I didn't lose my temper. I said softly, "I've never met my mother. How can you prove you're my mother?"

Most importantly, she contacted me only after my father went missing, which made me suspect that there might be other people who coveted my Hundred Ghosts Record.

Hearing the doubt in my tone, her voice became anxious, "I really am your mother. If you don't believe me, we can do a paternity test. That can't be faked."

"Sure, but I'd like to know who my dad's friend is?" I asked.

"He was your father's junior in school. He said that telling me about you was something your father entrusted to him before he disappeared. Your father must have done this so that I could make up for all the love you've missed over the years."

I fell silent again. Actually, I don't lack love. My father gave me a lot of love. I grew up in love, so although I crave maternal love, I am not obsessive about it.

Some things can't be avoided; you have to face them head-on, like this incident involving my mom and dad's junior colleague.

After thinking for a moment, I replied, "Okay, let's meet. I'll choose the location."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

After hanging up the phone, I remained silent for a long time.

The meeting is scheduled for the day after tomorrow in Xihu City. I'm still curious about my mother, whom I've never met before.

Given the current situation, we'll just have to take it one step at a time.

My stomach started rumbling; I seemed to be really hungry.

I'm not ordering takeout today. I'm going to the kitchen to cook something myself. I ordered a lot of ingredients from a delivery person, so I need to treat myself.

As soon as I came out of the house, I saw that the boy and girl were standing straight and tall, just like yesterday, with their small bodies standing like telephone poles.

Their honesty can only mean one thing: the person here is Yan Jinyue himself.

Since he told me to stay away from him, I don't need to ask him if he wants to eat later, so as not to make him misunderstand that I have ulterior motives towards him.

I can't treat myself badly, so I cooked myself a whole table full of the dishes I wanted to eat.

When I brought the last dish to the table, I saw a dark figure already sitting there.

Yan Jinyue remained the same as before, exuding a cold and aloof aura even while sitting at a table full of food.

I placed the dishes on the table and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "My lord, what's going on...?"

"Let's have a meal," he replied casually.

I,"?"

I admit I prepared a lot of food, but I didn't mean to invite Yan Jinyue to dinner. If he didn't come downstairs, I could pretend I didn't know he was home.

But he's already sitting down, can I still kick him out?

I could try to get rid of him, but I'm afraid he might suddenly divorce me and then not give me any lifespan. Wouldn't that ruin my and my dad's plans?

"Didn't you tell me to stay away from you?"

I sat down opposite Yan Jinyue at a long square table. We each sat at one end, which was enough to keep us at a distance.

Yan Jinyue glanced at me and explained in a chilling tone, "I meant physical intimacy."

I was even more speechless. "We haven't had any physical contact."

"Really not?"

His gaze seemed to pierce my soul, and I couldn't help but recall the night Yan Jinyue was poisoned, when his body was burning hot like a furnace.

but! !

That was his own initiative! Isn't his clone also him? They can merge into one; the original body knows how the clone feels!

Seeing Yan Jinyue's expression that made me feel like I was eyeing him, I felt like I was about to explode.

I took a deep breath before smiling at Yan Jinyue and saying, "Lord, are you referring to the night you were poisoned? But wasn't that your own doing? I was passive, I was forced, you insisted on holding me."

"You said my body was so cold, and that it felt so comfortable holding me. Have you forgotten all that? Even though you were an avatar then, how could you, as the original, not know?"

My words made Yan Jinyue's eyes tremble, and the veins on her fair and slender hand throbbed.

Wait, is he angry?

"Come on, let's eat. I promise I'll stay away from you from now on."

On a whim, I immediately stood up and walked to Yan Jinyue's side, putting a lot of food in his bowl and plate.

If the clone likes to eat human delicacies, then the original body must like them too.

Sure enough, after my culinary advice, he simply lowered his head slightly and ate elegantly, without delving into the previous question.

After a meal that ended without incident, Yan Jinyue instructed the boy and girl to clean up the mess.

"Your cooking is delicious, please make more."

After saying that, Yan Jinyue walked upstairs without giving me another glance.

I,"?"

Looking at Yan Jinyue's back, I really had to resist the urge to unleash a barrage of punches on him.

The boy and girl seemed to sense my displeasure. The boy, while clearing away the dishes, said to me, "Madam, there's no need to be angry with the magistrate. You'll get used to it soon. Actually, the magistrate is quite easy to talk to. As long as you go along with him, everything is negotiable."

I asked skeptically, "Really?"

"Of course! Ah, the Lord is actually very soft-hearted, otherwise why would he fail every time he tries to transcend the tribulation?" the maiden sighed.

In other words, Yan Jinyue responds better to gentle persuasion than force?

But what did the maiden mean by that? Did Yan Jinyue fail to transcend the tribulation because he was soft-hearted?

"Then I have a question. Since your lord is so soft-hearted, why did he kill all ninety-eight of his previous brides? Even if he didn't need his wives, he could have let them go. Why did he have to kill them?" I asked.

The young girl immediately said, "That wasn't killed by the Lord of the Underworld! It was..."

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth seemed to be sealed shut, and she couldn't open it no matter what she did.

Yan Jinyue's voice came from the sky, "Boy, are you very free? If you're too free, go back to the Netherworld."

The girl was so frightened that her eyes widened, and she shook her head like a rattle drum.