The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

When Xu Yiyu opened his eyes again, the cave hall in front of him was no longer the familiar one.

The hazy white mist surrounded her, bringing her memory back to a few months ago.

Why does this place look so much like the way it was when she first became aware of the world...

She subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, but found that she did not feel the pain she expected.

After standing up swiftly, Xu Yiyu reached out and fiddled with the white mist in front of her, only to find that it was merely flowing around her and she could not interfere with its flow trajectory.

"Tongzi! Tongzi, are you there?"

Xu Yiyu called out loudly twice towards the depths of the fog, but did not get a response from his own son as usual.

In this boundless space, apart from the white mist of unknown origin, there is only emptiness and silence.

"My goodness, where did that little guy kick me from?"

Xu Yiyu muttered to himself as he tried to take a step into the mist, but he did not feel any force restraining or blocking him.

She tentatively took a few steps deeper, and the white mist still did not trip her up.

Xu Yiyu continued to move forward, but after only a dozen steps, he stopped.

It was not because she reached the end of the white fog, but because a human figure vaguely appeared in the white fog a few steps away from her.

The concealing ability of the white fog far exceeded Xu Yiyu's expectations. She tried to look in the direction of the human figure for a long time, but could only barely make out the color of the person's clothes.

If she was not mistaken, the person was wearing orange-red...

Ming Dynasty Chinese clothing? !

The man seemed to have his back to Xu Yiyu. Xu Yiyu could even see the exquisite floating cloud patterns hand-embroidered with gold thread on this elegant and graceful dress.

She tried to take another step forward and could see more clearly.

The silent man was about the same size as himself and was wearing Chinese men's clothing from the Ming Dynasty.

If she could see something else clearly——

There was only a small, not-too-conspicuous reddish-brown mole faintly visible on the man's temple.

The shiny black hair was neatly tied on top of the head with a transparent and warm jade crown, revealing the full lines of the back of the head.

Xu Yiyu hasn't said a word since he opened his eyes.

She had exhausted her patience with this inexplicable silence and finally spoke up.

"May I ask you are……"

When Xu Yiyu's voice rang out in this mysterious space shrouded in white mist, the person who had his back to her suddenly laughed heartily and slowly turned around.

As if he did it on purpose to show off to Xu Yiyu behind him, the man kept his back straight even when he turned around, intending to let Xu Yiyu see his profile at the best angle.

"I am Xu Renqing, welcome to your presence—"

When the man in Ming Dynasty costume made eye contact, he suddenly froze in place, as if he had seen some unbelievable miracle, and his words were abruptly cut off midway.

In front of Xu Yiyu was a handsome man with heroic features.

woman?!

The woman had a young face, and when Xu Yiyu looked at her face, he actually felt that this clearly completely unfamiliar face was somewhat... familiar?

Countless emotions flashed through the eyes of the woman who was standing there in a daze. Before Xu Yiyu could even distinguish them one by one, her expression suddenly changed.

The look of extreme shock just now gradually turned into aggrieved, and the slightly upturned corners of his eyes were moved by the woman's subtle expression. Before Xu Yiyu could react, the woman's eyes drooped into a pair of red puppy eyes.

The next second, the woman seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and pouted her lips. She crossed the distance of several meters between the two of them in just one step and came in front of Xu Yiyu.

There was a pop.

Before Xu Yiyu could express her shock, the woman knelt down in front of her and stretched out her arms to hug her thighs tightly.

"Ahhh, grandma, I miss you so much, grandma..."

When the woman's crying sounded, Xu Yiyu was so shocked that he even forgot to struggle. He just stared with his eyes wide open, looking down at the woman in men's clothing who was hugging him and crying loudly.

The deafening cry actually caused an echo in the space shrouded in white mist, and also stirred up the white mist that was flowing quietly in front.

—and made them retreat further away.

"Um...wait a moment..."

The woman hugged Xu Yiyu and cried desperately. Xu Yiyu raised his hand and pushed her several times, but her arms still locked her legs tightly and did not move at all.

Even when she listened to the woman's aggrieved cry, she inexplicably felt a bit sad in her heart.

--what happened?

She, Xu, had clearly never seen the person in front of her, so why was her emotion vaguely affected by her?

There were more and more mysteries hidden in Xu Yiyu's heart. The woman seemed to want to relieve all the grievances, unwillingness and longings in this life, and her crying was very loud.

She, Xu, had been called sister and mother before, but this was the first time she was called grandma.

She didn't want to endure this rocket-like rise in seniority.

Determined to get to the bottom of the matter, Xu Yiyu made up his mind, frowned, and exerted force with his arms. Finally, he pushed the mysterious woman's shoulders and pushed her away a little.

The mysterious woman who was pushed away still had criss-crossing tear marks on her face. She was suddenly pushed away at this moment, and it seemed that she did not react for a moment what happened. She looked at Xu Yiyu who pushed her away with a dull expression.

"My dear granddaughter, don't cry yet. Answer me a few questions first, and then I will agree to be your grandmother."

As soon as Xu Yiyu said this, the woman seemed to realize something, and her eyes suddenly changed as she looked up at Xu Yiyu.

The look in her eyes seemed to be of loss, relief, and enlightenment after a long period of doubt.

"Yes, she doesn't remember... At this time, she is not yet..."

The woman lowered her head, her tear-stained eyelashes slightly concealing the look in her eyes, and she spoke in a low voice as if talking to herself.

This sentence didn't sound like it was spoken to Xu Yiyu, but rather more like a reminder to himself.

As if these words had brought her back to her senses, the woman roughly wiped her tearful face with the wide sleeves of her robe embroidered with intricate floral and bird patterns. After sniffing a few times, she straightened her wrinkled robe in front of Xu Yiyu and stood up, holding the corner of her robe.

When the woman stood in front of Xu Yiyu again, Xu Yiyu carefully looked at the woman's heroic and handsome features, and finally understood why he felt so familiar with her before.

——The young woman in front of me actually has some similarities with me in her features.

It turned out that Xu was not familiar with the woman, but was familiar with her own face.

Combined with the timing of her appearance in this white foggy space, the identity of the woman in front of him was almost obvious.

She is the owner of this mysterious underground palace.