Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 493: Going back to Qing Dynasty! Another Daughter?

"Xiao Wang? Where is he?"

As the dust began to settle, Xinyue Zhilan's sharp eyes scanned the chaotic scene, her heart heavy with concern.

She was relieved to find Wang Mei standing beside her, but there was no sign of her other two daughters or Wang Xiao.

"Xueying? Jiarong?" she called out, her voice rising in panic as she searched the crumbling landscape.

"Mom, we're here!"

From the side, a voice called out, and Xinyue Zhilan exhaled in relief.

It was Jiarong, clutching and shielding her younger sister, Xueying, who looked shaken but unharmed.

With a brief sigh of relief, Xinyue Zhilan's eyes immediately began scanning the area again, searching for her son.

"Where's Xiao Wang?" she muttered under her breath, worry knitting her brow.

As the dust swirled around them, the ground beneath their feet still trembling, Xinyue Zhilan's eyes darted across the battlefield.

Her heart pounded as she searched desperately for any sign of her son.

The air was thick with debris, and visibility was almost nonexistent.

Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the duststorm—tall, calm, and unmistakable.

"Xiao Wang, here!" she gasped, her lips trembling as relief flooded through her.

Her daughters, standing beside her, screamed in alarm, but Xinyue Zhilan didn't hesitate.

Without a second thought, she leaped forward, pushing through the swirling dust with a fierce determination.

"Xiao — Look here!" she called again.

Wang Xiao's figure solidified before her eyes, his silhouette sharp against the dying storm.

He seemed unaffected by the chaos around him, his expression cold, his eyes glowing with that familiar icy blue slowly turning red.

Xinyue Zhilan bit her lip, her heart pounding in concern.

She surged forward, reaching out to him. With a sharp movement, she caught his hand in hers, gripping it tightly.

"Don't just stand there! You're coming with me," Xinyue Zhilan commanded, her voice breathless but firm.

Her curvaceous body, trembled slightly as she pulled Wang Xiao from the storm with determination.

The sway of her wide hips, the fluid grace of her movements, and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath lent her a mature, captivating charm that couldn't be ignored.

Behind them, her daughters' voices echoed in fear, but Xinyue's attention was solely on Wang Xiao.

Her grip on his arm was tight, her soft, delicate fingers pressing firmly into his skin as she dragged him along.

Wang Xiao, ever composed, allowed himself to be led, a faint softness crossing his usually cold gaze.

Her scent, dark and sweet, surrounded him—a fragrance that seemed to cling to her like a second skin, rich and feminine.

For a brief moment, everything faded—the raging storm, the chaos of battle—leaving just the two of them.

A mother, fiercely protective, and her son, a man whose strength could shape worlds.

They stumbled into a quieter part of the battlefield, the dust finally beginning to settle behind them.

Xinyue Zhilan exhaled, her full chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, yet she refused to release his hand.

Her wide, swaying waist, combined with the delicate curves of her figure, made her presence almost hypnotic.

She stood close to him, face flushed with fatigue, her eyes filled with relief.

Before Wang Xiao could react, she pulled him into her embrace.

His head pressed into her soft, ample breasts, the warmth of her body enveloping him.

The familiar, intoxicating fragrance of her skin surrounded him as his hands instinctively found the small of her back, pulling her closer.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the contact, the softness of her figure pressed against him.

'Naomi is in her body…' The thought crossed his mind, startling him.

He hadn't realized until now that Naomi, the mysterious loli, had been residing in his mother's form.

Xinyue's voice, soft yet filled with concern, brought him back to the moment. "Are you alright?" Her full lips parted slightly as she looked up at him, her usually sharp features softened by the worry in her eyes.

Her breasts, pressed against his chest, rose and fell with her breathing, drawing his attention, though his expression remained calm.

Wang Xiao blinked, quickly masking his moment of surprise.

He changed his eye color back to red, ensuring nothing about his presence raised suspicion.

Now, standing so close to her, he couldn't help but admire how different she looked from her usual commanding self.

The curves of her body, the softness in her gaze, the worry that only a mother could feel—it all made her seem vulnerable, and yet, undeniably beautiful.

He smiled slightly, the usual arrogance on his face melting away.

Xinyue Zhilan, sensing the change in his demeanor, felt her heartbeat quicken, though she couldn't quite understand why.

She smiled back, feeling oddly reassured.

"Let's get out of here," she murmured, her voice gentler now, though still filled with the strength that defined her.

With a final glance, she informed her elder sister, Xin Meifang, that they would be leaving.

Xin Meifang didn't question it—she too was ready to put this day behind her.

The guests were being hurried away, the chaos of the day still fresh in everyone's minds.

Xinyue Zhilan, however, couldn't wait.

She quickly arranged for an early morning flight back to the Qing Dynasty, eager to return to a place where she had control, where her strength meant something.

Here, in this foreign land, she felt powerless, but back home, she could protect her family.

She looked at Wang Xiao, her eyes lingering on him, a sense of pride swelling within her.

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6th September, 2031 — 6:00 AM, Frostgard International Airport

The early morning light bathed the airstrip in a soft glow, and the hum of distant planes filled the air.

Wang Xiao stood calmly, his expression as unreadable as ever.

In front of him, Anran, her big, shimmering eyes on the verge of tears, glanced up at him with a pout that could melt hearts.

"You're leaving?" she asked, her voice filled with an exaggerated sadness.

But then, her eyes darted to something else. "What are they doing here then?"

She pointed dramatically at the two tall and elegant figures standing just behind Wang Xiao.

His daughters, Wenxi and Yue, blinked their wide eyes, sharing a glance with each other, already prepared for whatever drama their mother was about to pull.

They were used to this—Anran acting like a stranger to them whenever it involved Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao shrugged lightly, unfazed. "They're coming with me."

"Huh?!" Anran's cheeks puffed out indignantly.

Her hands flew into the air, waving as if the heavens themselves were being unjust.

"They get to come, and I don't?! Why?! That's completely unfair!"

"..."

Wang Xiao glanced over his shoulder, catching the helpless looks from his daughters.

They waved their hands subtly, pleading silently, 'Don't bring her, please—she's too much.'

"They're my daughters," Wang Xiao reasoned, as if that explained everything.

Anran crossed her arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's it?" Her confidence seemed to grow in an instant.

Suddenly, an evil grin spread across her face, and Wang Xiao felt a chill run down his spine, sensing the trouble brewing.

His gaze darkened slightly. 'Don't even think about it,' his eyes silently warned her.

But Anran wasn't the type to back down.

With a swift move, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around his leg, clinging to him like a child refusing to let go of their favorite person.

(?????????)

Wang Xiao's face turned visibly darker, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he looked down at the creature now firmly attached to his leg.

"Daddy!" Anran chirped, smiling up at him with an impossibly sweet expression, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief.

"!"

Wenxi and Yue, their faces flushed with embarrassment, exchanged mortified glances.

"Mom, we're in public..." Yue whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.

But Anran, only tightened her grip on Wang Xiao's leg, her smile bright and delightful as she looked up at him.

"Daddy!" she repeated, her tone even more playful, as if daring him to not bring her!