Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 55: Different Practices

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Chen An looked at the widow in front of him.

She looked to be in her early thirties. Although her appearance was not as charming as his three wives and concubines at home, her curvaceous figure was especially tempting. Her entire body exuded the aura of a young woman filled with experience.

He had some impression of this widow. She was a female Cultivator who lived in the sixth house on the right. Her name was Mo Lifang.

Her husband was a Cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He had died on the battlefield a few days ago.

Now, she only had a three-year-old son left to rely on.

“Alchemist Chen?”

Seeing that Chen An did not respond for a long time, Mo Lifang could not help but purse her sexy red lips that had been specially applied with rouge. She said softly with a pitiful expression.

Chen An only liked virgins. He could only reject her with a smile.

“Fellow Cultivator Mo, are you trying to change your profession to become a matchmaker and introduce me to some women to earn some extra money?”

“Unfortunately, my life is tight now, and I don’t have any thoughts of taking a concubine for the time being.”

“When I have the intentions in the future, I’ll help Fellow Cultivator Mo.”

He rejected Mo Lifang politely. After saying that, he walked around her, not wanting to be entangled with her anymore.

However, the other party did not care about her pride at all. Seeing that he was about to leave, she immediately pulled her son and chased after him. She quickly circled in front of him and stopped him from leaving. She said with a miserable expression,

“Alchemist Chen, you should know that my husband died on the battlefield a few days ago, leaving us, an orphan and a widow, to rely on each other.”

“With my cultivation at the second level of Qi Refining, it’s really difficult for me to survive in the core area.”

“While I’m still young and can carry on a man’s family line, I want to find another family for myself.”

As she spoke, Mo Lifang knelt down with a plop and begged with a humble expression, “Alchemist Chen, 1 beg you to be kind and take us in.”

It was unknown if it was intentional or not, but the moment Mo Lifang knelt down, the two buttons on her clothes suddenly fell off with a bang and bounced away, revealing a little of her ample bossom.

It was faintly discernible and very tempting.

Chen An wasn’t tempted. Instead, he felt a little disgusted. He couldn’t help but reject politely with a smile again.

“Fellow Cultivator Mo, I can’t even take care of myself now. I don’t have the ability to take in the two of you.”

“By the way, I saw Fellow Cultivator Zhang and Fellow Cultivator Xu, who live in Room 3 of the same alley, looking for wives and concubines for themselves.”

“Fellow Cultivator Mo, if you want to find a family to rely on, you can contact the two of them to understand.”

“Fellow Cultivator Mo is so beautiful. I believe he will definitely take you two in.”

Chen An suggested kindly.

However, after hearing his words, Mo Lifang could not help but frown.

She knew Fellow Cultivator Zhang and Fellow Cultivator Xu.

Not only were they ugly, but they also often did not treat their wife and concubine as humans.

If it was light offence, they would scold. If it was heavy, they would get physical.

She was a widow with a child. If she married into their family, she would definitely suffer.

Not to mention anything else, in any case, her days would definitely not be as comfortable as before.

But Chen An was different.

Not only was he handsome, but he was also a respected Alchemist.

Moreover, he treated his wife and concubine with great respect and did not mind that his main wife was a mortal.

Since he did not even despise mortal women, he would definitely not despise a widow who was, after all, still a female Cultivator even though she had a child.

Moreover, many men liked good wives.

Therefore, most of the time, the status of a widow might not be a deduction. Instead, it might even be a bonus.

Coincidentally, Chen An had taken in an old concubine some time ago—Wen Zhiyun.

All kinds of signs indicated that he should be a magnanimous person who liked other people’s wives.

Because of this, Mo Lifang decided to cling onto Chen An. She said pitifully,

“Alchemist Chen, I’ve been a wife for more than ten years and a mother for three years. Whether it’s serving men or taking care of children, I’m very good at it.”

“Alchemist Chen, you have a daughter and I have a son. If we live under the same roof, the two children can have a companion. During this special period where we can’t go out, we shouldn’t let the children be too lonely.”

“Alchemist Chen, on account of how pitiful we are, please kindly take us in.”

“My son is only three years old. He can’t not have a father at this young age.”

“We’ll kowtow to you!” contemporary romance

After saying that, Mo Lifang asked her son to kneel down as well. She pressed his head and asked him to kowtow to Chen An with her.

They kowtowed very hard and there was a series of bangs.

Bringing a child to a blind date, she had forcefully said that it was a plus.

Moreover, she was very familiar with moral kidnapping. This widow was really good at talking…

Chen An shook his head. He didn’t even have the intention to help the mother and son up. He only said, “Fellow Cultivator Mo, you should find someone else. Goodbye.” Then, he walked around the two of them and left quickly.

Although Widow Mo was very tempting, she was too scheming. Taking her in was no different from inviting a wolf into his house.

Chen An was indeed lecherous, but he was not so lecherous enough to walk into a trap.

“Mother, it hurts!”

“My head hurts!”

“Wuwuwu…”

The boy, who was only three years old, had a bump on his forehead. He was in so much pain that his eyes flowed and he cried.

Mo Lifang hurriedly massaged his forehead and comforted him.

“Don’t cry, Da Bao. It doesn’t hurt. 1’11 rub it for you.”

As she comforted him, she looked at Chen An, who was gradually walking away, and then at her son in her arms. She realized that the reason why she had failed to seduce him just now might be because she had a burden.

Otherwise, why was Chen An not moved at all when her son kowtowed with her just now? Why didn’t he even help him up?

This did not match his character at all.

At the thought of this, Mo Lifang, who had a loving expression, gradually revealed a conflicted expression. She looked at her son in her arms with less heartache and more coldness.

She pulled her son, who was still sobbing, up and led him to a forest on the side.

“Dabao, don’t cry. I’ll bring you to pick raspberries to eat.”

Elsewhere.

Chen An had already returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw his daughter, Chen Yuejian, squatting on the ground picking flowers and grass.

She was playing alone.

He looked quite lonely.

“Fortunately, Yun’er is already pregnant. When the child in her womb is born, the two children will become playmates.”

Chen An muttered with a gratified expression.

But soon, he frowned slightly.

In these two short years, his life had changed drastically.

From being alone and not hungry, he had become the head of the family of five. He had to take care of three wives and a daughter.

In ten months, the child in Wen Zhiyun’s stomach would be born. It would be a family of six.

Three wives, two young children.

And now, the world outside was becoming more and more chaotic day by day.

With his current cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining, it was extraordinarily difficult for him to protect this family well.

“In half a month, I’ll become a second-grade Alchemist.”

“In two years, I will become a Foundation Establishment expert.”

“Only by fulfilling these two goals can I have enough ability to protect my wives and children.”

Chen An thought to himself and was immediately filled with motivation.

At this moment, Chen Yuejian, who was squatting on the ground and playing with flowers, saw him. She immediately ran over with a smile and opened her hands to him.

“Father, hug!”

“Alright, hug my Little Yuejian.”

Chen An picked up his little daughter and rubbed his stubbled chin against her little face, making her giggle non-stop.

He looked at his daughter’s smiling face and felt his daughter’s increasing weight. He could not help but feel a sense of happiness.

The frustration that he had just felt from the pressure of survival instantly disappeared.

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