Chapter 331: Chapter 331

In fact, misunderstandings? None exist!

After a slightly hurried panting sound, An Ning suddenly leaned forward and gave a small kiss at the corner of someone's lips.

"Darling, trust me, today Mr. Holmes is even more handsome than ever before!"

In the darkness, An Ning's tone was exceptionally sweet.

Oh my, what truly sweet words of affection.

The cool moonlight filtered through the layered gauze curtains, illuminating the smiling eyes of the person before her, mysterious as the deep ocean in legends, a profound sapphire blue.

Though clearly aware that someone had ulterior motives, one couldn't deny that at this moment, Mr. Holmes couldn't help but feel a surge of sweetness and delight rising from the depths of his heart.

"Alright, my dear, considering your husband's exercise level has slightly declined recently, perhaps starting tomorrow, your fencing practice time could be extended a bit..."

Perhaps because tonight's moonlight was exceptionally beautiful, when making this difficult decision, Mycroft surprisingly didn't feel too heartbroken.

"Really? God as my witness, then you truly are the most considerate husband imaginable..."

As these words fell, the golden-haired beauty before him wore an expression of "surprise," her sapphire blue pupils filled with playful laughter.

One had to admit, some people seemed to naturally possess countless different faces.

Lively and adorable, sweet and shy, romantic and passionate, wise with a touch of aloofness...

Yet miraculously, all these faces seemed to blend into one seamless whole.

Unexpectedly, Mycroft suddenly recalled their first meeting - if not for that accidental touch, the familiar woody fragrance that reached his nostrils.

Even he at that time might not have been able to detect traces of another person beneath those pure and passionate features...

Oh, no wonder Sherly had been so stimulated that he once questioned his entire existence.

As if thinking of something, gazing directly into the bright eyes before him, Mike's eyes unconsciously gained a bit more laughter.

In the quiet room, the somewhat low murmurs and laughter of the married couple could be heard from time to time.

"Dear Mr. Holmes, as a father, aren't you being a bit too strict? I mean, for little Klein."

"For instance, those overly time-consuming assignments, and one nature painting every week..."

Admittedly, Klein's mind is indeed quite exceptional. Even without the enhancement of high-level elixirs from her previous life, he isn't far behind Xi'er from before.

But he's just a child, with no kingdom to inherit. For An Ning herself, as long as he maintains good health and relatively sound character, that's enough.

As for future prospects, with such family background and intelligence, what couldn't he accomplish easily?

Alright, as a true lazy person, unless necessary, An Ning rarely pushes others too hard...

Especially children. Even with Xi'er in her previous life, beyond necessary studies, when conditions allowed, An Ning preferred taking her daughter out for some fresh air.

But now, because of the big demon king father at home, poor little Klein has even started yearning for the "kind and friendly" maternal grandmother at Rosings Manor.

Even the two "silly" cousins at Uncle Darcy's place have started looking much more adorable.

Yet unexpectedly, Mycroft shook his head with rare firmness:

"My dear, precisely because Klein is intelligent enough, both his studies and learning are too easy for him."

"Believe me, if everything in life presents no challenge to him, it would definitely not be good for Klein's growth."

"Then everything would become empty and boring..."

As if thinking of something, Mycroft's eyes rarely held a sigh of regret.

Seeing what was in the other's eyes, An Ning couldn't help but pause for a moment. Thinking of Mycroft during their first meeting, she had to admit.

Alright, she had been somewhat mistaken.

Extreme laziness, in its own way, is also a form of life's dullness.

Although their intelligence differences weren't too great, Xi'er from her previous life was ultimately different - the imperial throne, the center of worldly power itself was a highly challenging endeavor. Especially with a mother like her setting such a high standard.

One could say, from childhood, this child had to "struggle" against countless different voices around her.

Beneath countless flattering, sycophantic voices lay countless masks.

Boredom? Dullness? Impossible!

But Klein wasn't , so to prevent the child from repeating the same mistakes, this biological father had to artificially create difficulties for the little rascal?

First overwhelm him intellectually?

One had to admit, it was a good idea.

Gently kissing the back of the hand beside her, she heard Mycroft's gentle voice:

"My dear, believe me, not everyone can be like you - possessing absolute intelligence while still maintaining novelty and attachment to life."

"There's one point Sherlock mentioned before that wasn't wrong - under absolute rational thinking, it's difficult for romantic sentiments to emerge. With overly thorough scrutiny, enthusiasm for life gradually fades..."

"In fact, every day since then, I've been endlessly grateful to have met you, dear Anne, Mrs. Holmes..."

Tightly embracing the person beside him.

At this moment, Mycroft, this Mr. Holmes, was undoubtedly exceptionally serious and sincere. Yet An Ning beside him couldn't help but seriously derail the conversation.

Was this the difference between innate high intelligence and accumulated life experience?

At least in her first life, although she did work hard to get into prestigious schools, she was still far from being an absolute genius...

The world as seen through the eyes of pure high-IQ geniuses was something she had never truly experienced.

But if that's the case:

An Ning suddenly remembered something:

"Darling, it seems your series of intellectual overwhelming of Sherlock during his childhood was quite justified!"

"Looking at it this way, Mr. Holmes, you truly are a considerate elder brother!"

An Ning suddenly said with a beaming smile.

Could it possibly be just because he was too bored, and Sherlock, his younger brother, happened to be slightly more interesting than those people outside?

As for why poor Sherly misunderstood during childhood, thinking he was just a pitiful, empty-headed goldfish...

Oh, God as my witness, that truly wasn't part of his "plan."

Anyway, compared to the daily adventure games at 221B Baker Street, the Pall Mall belonging to An Ning's family of three was much quieter indeed.

Daily teasing of the little rascal, occasionally playing some interesting little games with someone, or enjoying a dose of natural scenery - An Ning's little life had always been quite pleasant.

But since then, as if some strange switch had been flipped, or perhaps because the brother and sister-in-law's delicious food was too tempting, and certain technical issues were particularly convenient.

Sherlock naturally became a frequent visitor to the villa, occasionally bringing his partner along.

Only compared to the naturally sociable Sherlock, Watson, that upright and honest gentleman, appeared much more reserved.

But happily, this doctor had an exceptionally skillful mouth for storytelling, always able to vividly recount their previous adventure experiences.

He even later specifically took up writing to record each one of them.

The joy of experiencing various novel adventure stories without even leaving home - who could understand!

Because of this, even the long-discontinued Famous Detective Carl series was revived.

Anyway, An Ning herself was quite happy, and little Klein was equally delighted.

At least in this household, he was finally no longer at the bottom of the intelligence hierarchy - such happiness! Even as fellow sufferers under the same big demon king, to some extent, little Klein and Uncle Sherlock before him had much common ground.

Although the two constantly exchanged venomous remarks all day, their relationship was exceptionally solid...

But with more contact, some things inevitably left traces, at least for Watson at that time.

The level of astonishment was undoubtedly multiplied several times over!

Are the Holmes family all a bunch of demons?

Ah! Yes, so I'm the only foolish one.

What? That Lady Anne is Mr. Rosente himself! The creator of Detective Carl!

My idol of many years is right before my eyes in real life?

Yet just as Dr. Watson's impression of his idol had updated to a beautiful lady who was intelligent and wise but clearly physically delicate.

Months later, these upright and kind gentlemen personally witnessed this delicate, beautiful lady kick down a vicious criminal and efficiently expose the other's disguise.

God as my witness, his stunned gaze at that moment wasn't one bit smarter than Scotland Yard's beside him.

"I originally thought Sherlock's combat skills were already quite impressive!"

After the surprise, heavily patting his good friend's shoulder, Watson sighed with such emotion at that time.

By then, all of them had grown some gray hairs, and even the ever-enthusiastic Sherlock, who daily rushed about on investigative paths, had stepped back to a secondary role.

Thanks to powerful intellectual support and combat abilities upgraded by more than double, the collapse of a certain professor's criminal organization undoubtedly happened much earlier.

Of course, for the long-famous great detective, if a sufficiently interesting case emerged, picking up his dear cloak and coming out of retirement wasn't out of the question.

As for An Ning's family, they moved from Pall Mall back to the more beautiful, fresher-air estate.

Because she had been studying medicine in her spare time, especially the medical arts of a certain Eastern ancient country, over the years, An Ning's medical skills had undoubtedly reached remarkable achievements.

Her research in medicinal cuisine especially reached the pinnacle of excellence.

Because of this, Lady Catherine had been free from illness and disaster all these years, living quite happily. Especially in her later years, with the daily company of her daughter and grandson, she remained full of vitality every day.

Thanks to her daughter and son-in-law's status, she remained an extremely respected noble lady until old age, receiving flattering praises from numerous gentlemen and ladies whenever she went out.

Lady Catherine was undoubtedly extremely pleased about this.

Although she only had Anne as a daughter, and her unlucky husband passed away early, beneath Lady Catherine's overly strong exterior in earlier years, there hadn't been no anxiety.

Especially regarding this physically delicate daughter.

But thankfully, God blessed them - except during her youth, her Anne, her precious daughter never suffered any hardships in this lifetime.

She even later received multiple praises from Her Majesty the Queen for her intelligent mind and outstanding talents.

Oh, God, what a glorious thing this was!

From then on, Lady Catherine felt her life was completely fulfilled. Even when occasionally encountering her less satisfactory niece-in-law, she suddenly found the other much more pleasant-looking.

Just... with complex emotions.

Years passed, shedding the sharpness and subtle arrogance of earlier years, the present Elizabeth had undoubtedly matured into a sophisticated noble lady.

But perhaps because their energies didn't align, over the years they had maintained polite relations while not thinking much of each other.

Even so, Elizabeth still acknowledged that the other was an extremely fortunate lady - though it would be even better if her temperament weren't so haughty.

Without the constantly pestering gambler brother-in-law, her only sister had found a good home. Pemberley Estate became increasingly tranquil and peaceful, and although the Darcy couple experienced occasional fluctuations over the years, sharing common interests made their little life quite happy. The only regret was whenever they saw their children being intellectually crushed by their little cousin to the point of questioning life.

And solemnly tell the two pitiful children before him:

"Darlings, you're already doing wonderfully!"

Elizabeth beside him, who always felt she had guessed something: "..."

Giving her husband, who seemed particularly empathetic, a strange look.

In fact, when she learned that her cousin was Rosente, that renowned novelist and mathematician, besides surprise and realization, Elizabeth couldn't understand for a long time.

Given Lady Catherine's daily demonstrated intelligence, how did her cousin become so brilliant? Could it be that the late Sir de Bourgh was exceptionally intelligent?

"I never expected Cousin and Dr. Watson would get along so well."

Even in their fifties and sixties, they still gathered together from time to time to chat! Their relationship was so good that even Sherlock and Mr. Bingley had privately complained.

"Perhaps they share common ground in certain aspects!" Lightly embracing his wife, Mycroft, happily enjoying his retirement on the rocking chair, said this.

Thinking of their similarly upright and honest personalities, she didn't ponder it further.

After retirement, country life was undoubtedly extremely pleasant. Driven by her love and need for Eastern ancient country medicine, many years ago, An Ning had sponsored a traditional Chinese medicine family who came here fleeing disaster.

She later spent a large sum of money, plus one of her own researched beauty formulas as payment, to purchase their ancestral medical texts - of course, the replicated version.

Although abroad, this family undoubtedly cared deeply for their homeland. After obtaining substantial wealth through this formula, they later spared no effort investing it back into their native country.

After that, An Ning didn't pay much more attention.

Her kindness wasn't particularly abundant. As Anne de Bourgh, what she would do, could only be this much...