He is from the Great Sea of ​​Stars [Quick Travel] Chapter 31



Gu Zhi originally thought that when Huo Xingchao said he would take her out to play, it meant going to a quiet teahouse to drink tea, watch a play, and maybe enjoy some scenery.

But even so, she was already overjoyed.

After all, ever since she got pregnant, he had been incredibly cautious about the baby. If Gu Zhi hadn’t been so bored out of her mind, he wouldn’t have let her leave the house at all.

The Huo family was a very peculiar family.

As the leader of the Anhui warlords, Huo Guanghui was an extremely powerful man. Over the years, he had married five concubines.

In total, between his legitimate wife and the five concubines, they had given him nine children.

Four daughters and five sons.

The daughters who had married off were fine. They had given him grandchildren, both grandsons and granddaughters.

But among the sons, the eldest was nearing thirty and still hadn’t fathered a single child.

Either their wives couldn’t conceive, or they suffered miscarriages. It was as though the Huo family was destined never to have a grandson.

Huo Guanghui was now of an age where he should have been a proud grandfather, yet he didn’t even have a single grandson. A few years ago, he became so furious that he slapped the table in front of the entire family and declared that if anyone could give him a grandson, he would retire immediately and enjoy a peaceful life.

As for how he would divide his assets after retiring. Well, wasn’t that clear from his statement?

Although most of them assumed this was just an angry outburst and he probably meant only 30% of it, it was enough to show the old man’s attitude.

At the very least, the young masters of the Huo family all understood one thing very clearly.

For him, the son he doted on the most was Huo Xingchao. But now, even two Huo Xingchaos might not compare to the value of one grandson.

As for why Huo Guanghui favored Huo Xingchao the most.

First, he was the only son of his first wife, Madam Sun, which made him inherently more valuable in status.

Second, Huo Guanghui believed that this son was practically a reincarnation of himself. Whether in ability or temperament, Huo Xingchao resembled him the most.

Huo Xingchao was the sixth child in the family, with the courtesy name Qinglin. He had two older sisters and three older brothers. This year, he was exactly twenty-three years old.

Before he turned twenty, everyone simply called him the Fourth Young Master.

The nickname ‘Young Marshal’, however, came from the Zhang family’s young master, who had been at odds with him since childhood. At first, it was just a mocking term used to ridicule him, but for some reason, it eventually spread far and wide.

Those who were on good terms with him still respectfully called him Fourth Young Master.

But those who weren’t so friendly, along with most commoners, jokingly referred to him as ‘Young Marshal’.

And most of these non-friendly factions were, in fact, allies of his brothers.

That was just how the Huo family worked.

The sons had all grown up, and they had each formed their own factions, constantly scheming against one another in private. As a result, for years, their wives either suffered miscarriages or couldn’t conceive at all.

It was obvious to everyone just how many underhanded tactics were involved.

This was why Huo Xingchao had been so on edge when he found out Gu Zhi was pregnant.

Over half a month ago, Gu Zhi’s mother had pretended to send her daughter to stay with her aunt for a short visit, telling the neighbors she wouldn’t return until the Lunar New Year.

Aside from the Gu family and Huo Xingchao himself, almost no one knew about Gu Zhi’s relationship with the Fourth Young Master.

But Gu Zhi, staying cooped up in the house all day, was bored to death. Staring at the confined view of the sky from the courtyard, she couldn’t find any inspiration or passion to write poetry.

She was starting to feel a bit unhappy.

Today, however, Huo Xingchao said he would take her out to play. At breakfast, she was so excited she couldn’t hide it. Sitting at the table with a radiant smile, she took the bowl of porridge from the maid and said sweetly,

“Fourth Young Master, let me feed you.”

The man glanced at her with a half-smile. “Why are you so well-behaved today?”

“Am I?”

The girl blinked and replied with righteous conviction, “Your hand is injured. As the mother of your child, of course I have to take care of you.”

…So you do remember that you’re the mother of a child.

“And besides.”

She murmured, “You haven’t let me go out for a month. It’s rare for you to show some mercy. Can’t I repay you a little?”

“Oh.”

He raised his eyebrows, his tone lazy and indifferent. “So that’s why I didn’t get this kind of treatment before, because you’ve been holding a grudge.”

“Fine, go ahead and feed me.”

“…”

Gu Zhi felt that he was looking down on her.

So, she curved her lips into a smile, scooped a large spoonful of shredded chicken porridge, and brought it straight to his mouth. Her tone was soft and gentle.
“Ah—”

Huo Xingchao was momentarily stunned by her affectionate gaze and slightly parted lips.

Then he lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.
“Gu Zhi.”

“What?”

“Do you want to put a bib on me while you’re at it?”

Huh?

The girl was visibly stunned. She looked at him and saw that his expression was calm, without a hint of joking.

Her brows furrowed, and she set the bowl down on the table with a loud “bang,” clearly annoyed.

“I’m not feeding you anymore.”

“Sister Gu’s son is only three, and even he doesn’t need a bib. Why are you so much trouble?”

“…”

Huo Xingchao had never admired many people in his life, but after thinking about it, he concluded that Gu Zhi deserved first place.

When she wrote poetry, a single cloud could inspire seventy-eight lines. Sometimes, it resembled a cat, other times, it resembled a dog.

Every word was carefully chosen, each brimming with profound meaning.

But if you complimented her directly, saying, “Gu Zhi, you’re truly impressive,”

Her eyes would light up, and she would reply shyly and sweetly, “Thank you.”

After letting Huo Xingchao finish his breakfast with his left hand, Gu Zhi excitedly got into the car and followed him out to play.

For the past six months, the political situation had been relatively stable, so the streets were bustling with vendors, hawkers, and pedestrians. The sounds of shouting, selling newspapers, and chatter intertwined, creating a lively atmosphere.

Looking out the car window, the scene was vibrant and full of life.

As they passed by several familiar teahouses and theaters, Gu Zhi noticed that Huo Xingchao didn’t stop. Curious, she turned to him and asked,

“Where are we going?”

The man, still reading the newspaper in his hand, replied casually, “Next to the Linzhong Building.”

“Next to the Linzhong Building? What’s that? A newly opened teahouse?”

“Of course not.”

Huo Xingchao had injured one of his hands, but fortunately, the injury wasn’t deep. Since it was on his arm, the sleeve covered it completely, hiding any sign of the wound.

He put down the newspaper and leaned back lazily in his seat.
“This time, I’ll take you somewhere new.”

But he didn’t specify where, leaving her hanging, as was typical of Fourth Young Master Huo’s style.

Gu Zhi didn’t expect much at first.

She knew there were only a handful of places she could go.

And no matter where they went, they’d usually end up in a private box, drinking tea and eating in secrecy, never showing their faces.

But what she didn’t expect was that Huo Xingchao, so brazen and undisguised, had brought her to the cinema.

There was nothing particularly unusual about watching a movie.

The key was he didn’t hide it!

When they got out of the car, the street in front of the cinema was bustling with people coming and going. At the ticket counter, a crowd was still buying tickets.

And, as luck would have it, when they entered the lobby, they even ran into someone familiar—the young master of the Zhang family, who had never gotten along with Huo Xingchao.

He had a beautiful woman on his arm, dressed in Western-style clothing, her hair permed in elegant curls, looking very fashionable. Zhang Tingyuan walked over with the woman, grinning, and called out cheerfully,

“Young Marshal, you’re here to watch a movie too.”

Huo Xingchao glanced at him but didn’t respond.

Zhang Tingyuan didn’t seem bothered. His gaze shifted to Gu Zhi, who was standing beside Huo Xingchao. He raised his eyebrows and said curiously.

“Well, isn’t this rare? It’s not often I see the Young Marshal with a lady. Which family does this young miss belong to? Why have I never seen her before?”

“This is Gu Zhi.”

Huo Xingchao introduced her in a calm tone, “My fiancée.”

“Gu Zhi, this is Zhang Tingyuan.”

…?!

Not only was Young Master Zhang stunned, but Gu Zhi herself was also completely taken aback by this introduction.

Fortunately, she reacted fairly quickly. While the other party was still in a daze, she smiled, nodded, and said politely,

“Hello.”

Huo Xingchao had once taught her how to identify friend and foe.

First, anyone who called him “Young Marshal” was likely not a good person.

Second, anyone with the surname Zhang usually just caused trouble.

Zhang Tingyuan ticked both boxes, so Gu Zhi obediently followed his instructions and wasn’t particularly warm toward him.

Of course, her primary focus was still the rare opportunity to go out and play, and she was a little impatient to get to the movie.

After Huo Xingchao left with Gu Zhi in tow, Zhang Tingyuan remained rooted to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.

What fiancée?

Where did this fiancée come from?

How had he not known that Huo Xingchao had a fiancée?

And why had he never seen this girl before?

…Could it be that, because her family background wasn’t good enough, this guy decided to act first and report later?

No way.

Zhang Tingyuan, completely ignoring the beauty by his side, marched off excitedly.

Haha, he had to go and report this to the commander!

Gu Zhi walked into the screening room with Huo Xingchao, holding his arm. Leaning closer to him, she whispered with a hint of gossip, “I’ve seen that woman before!”

“Where did you see her?”

“In a movie.”

Gu Zhi blinked as she recalled. “She’s the heroine of Little Spring. She played a dancer, and her dancing was beautiful. I even wrote a poem and sent it to her.”

“How did you send it?”

“I mailed it to her. She even replied with a poem, though it wasn’t her own, it was just a combination of two other poems.”

The young woman sighed, looking a bit melancholic. “I think she may have misunderstood.”

“How did she respond?”

“She said, ‘I am grateful for your kindness, but ashamed of my lack of beauty. Could you take the heart you once gave me and give it to someone else?’”

Huo Xingchao was silent for a moment. “What exactly did your poem say?”

“My poem? I don’t really remember.”

Gu Zhi frowned, trying to recall. “The beginning was something like,”

“Softly, your whirling Luo skirt arrives,
Softly,
Faintly, your delicate brows seem to frown,
Faintly,
That trace of sorrow,
That trace of sorrow is like stars faintly twinkling,
Rippling like waves in your eyes.
Oh, you are so quiet, so quietly…”

“Enough.”

The man rubbed his temples and sighed. The sadness in his eyes seemed to flicker like stars.

“Gu Zhi, you truly are something else.”

“Really?”

Her eyes lit up, and her brows arched sweetly. Shy yet pleased, she said, “Thank you.”



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