Son and Grandson

Once Sera had calmed down, Yorid gently patted her back, signaling for her to get off him.

But Sera completely ignored him, instead planting a solid punch right in his eye.

Despite the barrage of punches she had thrown, Yorid's sturdy foundation as a warrior meant he hadn't actually taken any real damage.

Sera also knew her limits. She was merely venting her frustration, fully aware deep down that she couldn't actually hurt her husband.

"They really do have a wonderful relationship," Mo Lini couldn't help but remark.

Lian Na: ?

She really couldn't see how their relationship was wonderful at all.

"Spit it out! If you don't agree to get back together, I'll beat you until you do!" Sera demanded, still straddling Yorid and glaring at him fiercely.

"I agree. That's exactly why I came to see you today..." Yorid hurriedly replied.

Only then did Sera slowly stand up, her tears once again falling in large, heavy drops.

"Please don't cry, Sera... It's all my fault. I came here today to apologize to you." Yorid gently wiped the tears from the corners of his wife's eyes.

"No... It's my fault. I was too willful. I never paid attention to your feelings or supported you properly. That's why you made that decision in the first place..." Sera sobbed, weakly pounding her fists against Yorid's chest.

Yorid desperately wanted to ask her to stop hitting him, especially since the kids were watching... but seeing his wife in such a state, he swallowed his words.

"Come home with me, Sera," Yorid said, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I've thought it through. Living alone is just too dull. I really do need you in my life..."

"You want me when it suits you, and toss me aside when it doesn't... Did you really think it would be that easy?" Sera retorted indignantly.

Yorid's face instantly stiffened.

"Remember this: the only reason I'm going back with you this time is for Joli's sake... If you ever dare to abandon me again, I absolutely won't let you get away with it." Sera gave a soft hmph and pulled herself out of Yorid's embrace.

Suddenly, the doors to the reception room swung open.

"Yorid, you brat! You actually have the nerve to show your face here?" Simon stormed in from outside, furious. "I will never let you take Sera away!"

"F-Father..." Yorid immediately tensed up. It was clear that if he wanted to take Sera away today, Simon would be his biggest obstacle.

In reality, Yorid was actually older than Simon. After all, Yorid was Liana's older brother, making him over a thousand years old.

However, for elves, it was perfectly normal for a partner to be several centuries older, and Simon had fathered Sera at a very young age.

Still, Simon's status as the elder generation was indisputable. Moreover, Simon was the family patriarch and possessed a commanding presence. Yorid, being naturally introverted, wouldn't dare step out of line in front of his father-in-law.

"Hmph! Sera, you just stay right here at home. You can do whatever you please. There's no need for you to wait on this heartless man and put up with his nonsense." Simon let out a cold snort, glaring sternly at Yorid.

"Father... I won't mistreat Sera. I swear on my life that I will treat her well..." Yorid promised Simon.

"He's right, Father. I'm actually the one who's always bullying Yorid, and he never fights back... Please don't blame him," Sera pleaded, clinging to Simon's arm. "Just give him one more chance."

But Simon shook his head resolutely. "Sera, you are staying right here at home..."

Simon's words came to an abrupt halt. He furrowed his brows for a brief moment before his face broke into an expression of pure joy. "Joli! Is that Joli? You're finally back!"

"Grandfather," Joli called out timidly.

"Wonderful! Joli, you've returned! Hahaha..." Completely ignoring Yorid, Simon strode over to Joli and gave his shoulder a hearty clap. "Good lad! You've really bulked up after traveling for so long... How was life out there? If it wasn't to your liking, you can always just stay here at home."

"It's good to see you, Grandfather," Joli replied with a shy smile. Given his personality, he clearly wasn't one for making small talk.

However, the longer Simon looked at Joli, the more delighted he became.

Joli felt a wave of emotion. Both his mother and his grandfather had shown nothing but genuine concern and joy upon seeing him.

"Oh! Who is that little girl? Joli, is she your daughter?" Simon suddenly noticed Mo Lini and Lian Na standing behind Joli.

Mo Lini and Lian Na immediately stood at attention. They could hardly admit that they were just onlookers enjoying the drama.

"N-No... They are my friends. Grandfather, I'm not even married yet..." Joli replied, his face turning red. "Besides, if I were to get married, I would absolutely invite you to the wedding."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Simon burst into hearty laughter, clearly overjoyed. "Joli, you aren't getting any younger. It's about time you started thinking about settling down... Would you like your grandfather to introduce you to a few beautiful young ladies from good families?"

"That won't be necessary... Grandfather." Joli's face flushed crimson. "More importantly... I was hoping you would agree to let Mother and Father go back home together."

"Haha, of course! I absolutely agree. After all, they are your parents." The moment Joli asked, Simon agreed without a second thought.

Yorid: ...

They were all family, yet the difference in treatment was simply staggering.

...

"It sounds quite lively out there," Xia Lun said to Aina, who was pressed against him.

Bat wings wrapped tightly around the two of them like a bodysuit, pressing their bodies seamlessly together.

"It's Joli and the others." Aina closed her eyes, sensing the situation outside, before covering her mouth in surprise. "It turns out Sera is Joli's mother."

"Is that so? What a coincidence."

"Mo Lini and Lian Na are here too... along with Musen." Aina rested against Xia Lun's chest, drinking in his scent.

"Should we go out and say hello?" Xia Lun gently patted Aina's smooth, bare back, eliciting a soft, pleasant moan from her.

"No need, it would be too much of a hassle to explain... As guests, there's no reason for us to meddle in their family affairs." The bat wings behind Aina slowly folded back, her snow-white skin flushed with the lingering rosy glow of passion. "Joli is reliable. He can handle it."

"My thoughts exactly," Xia Lun agreed with a nod.

Aina grasped Xia Lun's wrist, guiding his palm to press against her chest.

It was a perfect fit, as if Aina's very curves had been molded specifically for Xia Lun's hands.

Aina's crimson eyes flashed with a bewitching light. "I'd like to hire your services for a little while longer, Mr. Butler."