Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 55: A Completely Different Approach

Chen An sized up the widow in front of him.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, and although her looks were not as captivating as the three concubines in his household, her well-proportioned figure was particularly enticing, exuding the charm of an experienced young widow.

He had some impression of this widow. She was a female cultivator who lived in the sixth house on the right, named Mo Lifang.

Her husband was a Qi Refining cultivator at the seventh level and had died on the battlefield a few days ago.

Now, only their three-year-old son was left to rely on.

"Master Chen?"

Seeing that Chen An did not respond, Mo Lifang couldn't help but purse her seductive red lips, her face filled with a pitiful look as she spoke softly.

Chen An only liked young and beautiful women, so he could only smile and politely decline, saying, "Fellow Daoist Mo, are you trying to become a matchmaker and introduce some women to me to earn some extra money?"

"Unfortunately, I am currently struggling financially and have no intention of taking concubines."

"When I have the intention, I will come to you for help, Fellow Daoist Mo."

He left Mo Lifang with some face and directly walked past her, not wanting to get entangled with her any further.

However, Mo Lifang didn't care about face at all. Seeing that he was about to leave, she immediately grabbed her son and caught up to him, quickly stepping in front of him to block his way, her face filled with misery.

"Master Chen, you should also know that my husband died on the battlefield a few days ago, leaving us, a mother and son, to rely on each other."

"With my cultivation at the second level of Qi Refining, it is really difficult to survive in this core area."

"While I am still young and able to bear children for a man, I want to find another family for myself."

Saying this, Mo Lifang suddenly knelt down with a thump, her face filled with humility as she begged, "Master Chen, I beg you, please be kind and take in the two of us."

Whether intentional or unintentional, as Mo Lifang knelt down, two buttons on her clothes suddenly popped off and flew away, partially revealing her impressive assets.

It was alluring, yet somewhat elusive.

Chen An was not tempted, but instead felt a slight disgust in his heart. He couldn't help but smile and politely decline again, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I am currently struggling to take care of myself and have no ability to take in you and your son."

"By the way, I have seen Fellow Daoist Zhang, who lives in house number three in the same alley, and Fellow Daoist Xu, who lives in house number nine, both looking for concubines for themselves."

"If Fellow Daoist Mo wants to find a family to rely on, you can approach them and get to know them."

"Fellow Daoist Mo is so beautiful, I believe they will definitely take you and your son in."

Chen An suggested kindly.

But upon hearing this, Mo Lifang's eyebrows furrowed.

She had some understanding of Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Xu.

Not only were their appearances unattractive, but they also often treated their concubines as less than human.

They would scold and even beat them.

As a widow with a child, she would definitely suffer if she married into their families.

Not to mention, life would definitely not be as comfortable as before.

Chen An, on the other hand, was different.

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

Moreover, he treated his concubines with respect and didn't mind that his legal wife was a mortal woman.

Since he didn't mind marrying a widow who was a female cultivator, he definitely wouldn't mind a widow who had a child.

Besides, there were many men who liked married women.

Therefore, in many cases, being a widow might not necessarily be a disadvantage, but rather an advantage.

And coincidentally, Chen An had recently taken in a mature concubine named Wen Zhiyun.

All signs indicated that he was a broad-minded person who liked married women.

Based on these factors, Mo Lifang decided to persistently pursue Chen An, her face filled with a pitiful look.

"Master Chen, I have been a wife for over ten years and a mother for three years. Whether it's serving a man or taking care of a child, I am very skilled."

"And you have a daughter, while I have a son. If we live under the same roof, the two children can have each other's company. In this special period where we cannot go out, it won't make the children too lonely."

"Master Chen, please be kind and take us in, considering our pitiful situation."

"My son is only three years old. He shouldn't be without a father at such a young age."

"Both my son and I kowtow to you!"

After saying that, Mo Lifang made her son kneel down beside her, pressing his head and making him kowtow to Chen An together with her.

They kowtowed forcefully, making a loud thumping sound.

When it came to matchmaking with a child, she managed to turn the negative points into positive ones, and she was skilled in using moral coercion. This widow was truly skilled in her oral techniques...

Chen An shook his head, not even bothering to help the mother and son up. He simply said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, please find someone else. Goodbye," and quickly walked away from them.

Although this widow with the surname Mo was tempting, she had too many ulterior motives. Taking her in would be like inviting a wolf into the house.

It was true that Chen An was lustful, but he hadn't reached the point where he couldn't weigh the pros and cons.

"Mom, it hurts!"

"My head hurts!"

"Wuwuwu..."

The three-year-old boy had a bump on his forehead from the kowtow, and tears streamed down his face as he cried.

Mo Lifang quickly used her hand to rub his forehead and comforted him, saying, "Darling, don't cry. It doesn't hurt. Mommy will rub it for you."

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

Otherwise, why would her son have kowtowed with her, but Chen An didn't even flinch or offer any help?

This didn't fit his character at all.

Thinking of this, Mo Lifang's initially loving face gradually showed signs of struggle. She looked at her son with a little less tenderness and a little more indifference.

She pulled her sobbing son up and led him towards a nearby grove.

"Darling, stop crying. Mommy will take you to pick snakeberries to eat."

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On the other side.

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 playing by herself.

She looked quite lonely.

"It's fortunate that Yun'er is already pregnant. When the child in her belly is born, the two children can become playmates."

Chen An murmured with a relieved expression.

But soon, his brows slightly furrowed.

In these short two years, his life had undergone earth-shattering changes.

From being alone and having enough to eat for the whole family, he had become the head of a family of five, taking care of three wives and one daughter.

In another ten months, when Wen Zhiyun's child was born, they would become a family of six.

Three wives, two young children.

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

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

"In half a month, become a second-tier alchemist."

"Within two years, become a Foundation Building expert."

"Only by achieving these two goals can I have enough ability to protect my wives and daughter."

Chen An thought to himself, filled with motivation.

At this moment, Chen Yuejian, who was squatting on the ground playing with flowers, saw him and immediately ran over with a joyful smile on her face. She opened her arms and said in a crisp voice, "Daddy, hug!"

"Alright, let Daddy hug his little Yuejian."

Chen An picked up his small daughter and rubbed her little face with his slightly stubbled chin, making her giggle nonstop.

As he looked at his daughter's smiling face and felt her increasing weight, he couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness.

The slight annoyance that had arisen from the pressure of survival just now disappeared instantly.

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