CHAPTER 431: 431. A FORGOTTEN PAST

Tyler looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful shade of blue, soft raindrops falling gently from above. In the distance, a vibrant rainbow arched across the heavens. Along that rainbow, small snake-like dragons slithered and danced, their bodies shimmering with rainbow light. The air around him was rich with spiritual energy, so dense that it almost glowed.

He took a step forward, drawn toward the sight of a majestic city rising beyond the horizon. As he walked closer, the details became clearer. Towering white pagodas reached for the skies, elegant and spotless. The walls shimmered with a pale glow. This was a city filled with light and order—truly fitting of its name: Bai Providence.

The streets bustled with life. People of various races roamed freely—beastkin, elves, humans, and even some spirit creatures. Merchants hawked their wares, young cultivators showed off, and laughter filled the air.

But Tyler was unseen.

He walked like a ghost, unnoticed and untouched. People passed through him as if he were made of mist. He had become a silent observer, phasing through the crowd like he was never there.

And then, he saw something that made him stop.

A small five-year-old boy with white hair rode upon a ground dragon. The dragon moved slowly and carefully, mindful of its young rider. Behind the child followed a procession of guards and maids, walking with respectful distance.

Tyler’s eyes widened.

"That’s..."

"Young Master Bai, where shall we go play today?" one of the maids asked sweetly.

"Hmm... Let’s see... I heard there’s a place that sells tasty cow milk nearby. Let’s go there!" the boy said in an innocent, cheerful voice.

"That’s freaking me!?" Tyler blurted out in disbelief.

He stared at the young boy—his younger self. This was him before everything changed. Back when he was still called Young Master Bai.

Soon, the little group made their way toward a courtyard. A crowd had gathered there. In the middle stood a woman with a voluptuous figure, cow horns on her head and a long tail swaying nervously behind her. She kept her head down as people pointed fingers and hurled accusations.

"Isn’t that Petra’s house?" Little Tyler murmured. Petra was a friend he had made just the day before. She had promised he could visit to taste her mother’s milk again—milk that had left a deep impression on him.

The crowd parted when they noticed the young heir approaching. No one dared block the path of a Bai Family member.

The woman in the center—Patma, Petra’s mother—stood at the heart of it all. She had moved to the city with her daughter and five demonic cows to start a small milk business.

"Selling bad milk like this... Do you think people just drop spirit stones from the sky?" a man shouted angrily at her.

"What is going on here?" came a soft but clear voice.

The man turned around with irritation but instantly froze when he saw the white-haired boy.

"Young Master... this woman is new here. She’s selling defective milk to make quick profits," the man said, bowing low.

"He’s lying, Young Master!" Patma snapped. "He runs a milk business too. He just wants to ruin my name."

Little Tyler looked at them both. He frowned in concentration, trying to remember something.

"This is my mother’s milk. You can taste it!" Petra had said yesterday.

He remembered clearly. The milk had been delicious. He’d never tasted anything like it.

"No way. That tasty milk is defective," Little Tyler said aloud.

The man panicked. If Young Master Bai supported her, his scheme would fall apart.

"Let me prove it!" the young boy said confidently.

He jumped down from the dragon. A gust of wind cushioned his fall, carefully manipulated by one of the maids to make sure he landed safely. Everyone watched in silence.

He walked up to Patma.

"You’re Petra’s mom, right?"

"Yes, Young Master Bai," she said, surprised. She smiled warmly and knelt so her eyes were level with his. "Petra said she made a very good friend yesterday."

She was utterly charmed by the boy’s innocence and confidence.

But what he did next shocked everyone.

Without a word, he reached out and grabbed her breast beneath her shawl. Before Patma could react, he had already gulped down the contents with enthusiasm.

*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp*

After the meal, he smacked his lips, then smiled. His eyes sparkled as if he tasted something more delicious in the world.

"Mmm! This is even tastier than the milk Petra gave me! It’s really tasty."

Patma’s face turned crimson as she quickly adjusted her robe, pulling it back into place with flustered hands. Her eyes darted around the courtyard, mortified.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers followed in hushed tones, and every gaze fell on Little Tyler— the Bai Family’s Young Master— who stood proudly, hands on his hips.

The man who had accused Patma stood frozen, his face drained of color.

"This milk isn’t defective at all," Little Tyler declared, puffing his chest. "You’re lying to the city and trying to ruin someone’s life. That’s very bad."

With the authority of someone far older than his years, he pointed at the man and addressed his guards.

"Take him to the city magistrate. Let them judge him properly."

Yet none of the guards, maids, or crowd moved. They just stood there, mouths half open, caught between admiration and confusion.

"W-What?" Little Tyler looked around innocently.

One of the maids stepped forward and whispered gently, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. "Young Master... it’s not that milk you drank just now."

"Huh?" Tyler blinked, completely baffled.

The maid stifled a giggle. "Never mind. Let’s just take him away."

Little Tyler waved his hand in dismissal.

With that, the guards finally acted, stepping forward with silent obedience. The man, realizing his doom, began to plead and stammer, but no one paid him any mind. He was dragged away like a discarded rag doll.

Little Tyler turned back to Patma with a kind smile. "Keep selling your milk. It’s really good. I’ll come again."

Patma’s eyes sparkled with tears. Her cheeks were still glowing red, and her voice trembled as she replied, "I... I can’t. Only my daughter and Young Master have tasted that special milk."

"Huh?" Little Tyler’s brows furrowed again. "What do you mean?"

He tilted his head, confused, but Patma only bowed deeply, her face flushed with gratitude and embarrassment. She opened her mouth to explain, but paused—catching a subtle, warning glance from one of the maids. Silently, she chose to say nothing.

"But I want to taste it again." Little Tyler muttered.

Patma face flushed again and said, "Well if Young Master wants..."

"Yay!!!" Little Tyler shouted in Joy.

From the sidelines, the current Tyler, standing next to everyone as a passive observer, stood frozen. His own face turned beet red as he buried his hands in his face.

"Playboy... even when I’m innocent, I end up looking like a damn playboy. No I was definitely born with that trait," he muttered to himself.

The moment, awkward as it was, carried a strange warmth. Despite the misunderstanding, he’d stood up for someone unjustly accused.

"Maybe I helped the Cow Milf, because she was Beautiful?" Tyler muttered.

Suddenly, a little girl with small horns and sparkling eyes ran out from the courtyard. She beamed with joy.

"Young Master Bai!" Petra cried out.

Little Tyler’s expression lit up, and he rushed toward her without hesitation. She took his hand and happily dragged him back into her home, laughing like a carefree child.

As they disappeared inside, the crowd began to disperse, murmuring excitedly. Word would surely spread.

"Did you see how close she is with the Bai Young Master?"

"Her business is about to boom!"

"That guy deserved what he got. Jealousy never ends well."

"She’s lucky... maybe both Mother and Daughter might become his concubine when he grows up."

The man who had tried to ruin her name hung his head in defeat. He knew the truth now: his scheme had failed.

Since everyone saw how close Young Master with Patma and Petra. Her buisness will bloom. His own business was done for. Even if he wasn’t punished harshly, no one in the city would trade with him.

Meanwhile, Patma stood alone, watching the house where her daughter and the Young Master had gone. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, a smile slowly growing on her lips. At same time, her Hand unconsciously touched her breast.

"Maybe after he grows up a little..." Patma whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible.

A faint, almost wistful smile tugged at her lips as she watched Little Tyler laughing and playing with Petra, completely oblivious to anything.

From the sidelines, the Current Tyler, who was observing everything, froze. His mouth twitched when he heard her complete sentence.

Slowly, his gaze shifted from Patma to the younger version of himself, now being pulled playfully by Petra.

Tyler muttered unconsciously ,

"This Motherfuc—"

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Alternative Title : A Certain Milf’s Milk

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