Lin Yu told Qing Mo exactly what happened when Little Darling spoke her first words.
Qing Mo, usually as cold and aloof as an ice flower on a snowy peak, laughed so hard she nearly collapsed after hearing the story.
Lin Yu had never seen Qing Mo laugh so happily.
Lin Yu, who had been nursing a slight headache over his daughter being a little troublemaker, unconsciously felt his mood improve significantly upon seeing Qing Mo so happy.
Seeing the person you like happy.
It always makes you feel a bit happier too.
"What about Su Yuyao then?"
"Did Little Darling make her say 'Call me Mom' too?"
Qing Mo wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and continued to ask with a smile.
Mentioning this made Lin Yu even more depressed.
He shook his head and replied,
"No."
"The first time she called her mom, she just said 'Mom'."
Hearing this, Qing Mo couldn't hold back and started laughing again, her shoulders shaking.
However, this time she only laughed for a little while before stopping, unlike before when she couldn't seem to stop once she started.
"Why did Little Darling say 'Call me Dad' to you,"
"but directly called Su Yuyao 'Mom'?"
Qing Mo originally had a smile on her lips, asking Lin Yu in a casual, conversational tone.
But suddenly, as if she had remembered something important, she frowned. A hint of seriousness appeared in her delicate features as she lowered her voice and asked,
"When you two usually do that kind of thing, you don't do it in front of the child, do you?"
As a man with four wives, Lin Yu instantly understood what Qing Mo meant.
His eyes widened, and he scolded in exasperation,
"Are you crazy?"
"How could we possibly do that kind of thing without hiding it from the child?"
"We always do it in the guest bedroom, which is several rooms away from the nursery."
Although he said that, Lin Yu still felt a little uneasy in his heart, afraid that the child might have actually overheard something by accident to say something so shocking.
But after recalling things carefully.
Lin Yu felt relieved again.
It was impossible.
Su Yuyao's voice wasn't that loud.
It didn't have much penetrating power.
There was no way Little Darling could hear it across several rooms.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
While he felt relieved, a small part of his heart also died.
Looking at it this way.
Then this child really was a born little terror.
There was no clearing her name now...
"Maybe there's a problem with how we taught her,"
Lin Yu tried to console himself, saying,
"When Su Yuyao taught Little Darling to call people, she just directly taught Little Darling by saying 'Mom, Mom'."
"When I taught her, I always told her 'Call me Dad, call me Dad'. She heard it so much that maybe she just absorbed the whole phrase."
Hearing this, Qing Mo nodded, indicating that this was also a possibility.
In the afternoon.
There weren't many people in the Western restaurant.
Most of the people who came here to eat and check in at this time were delicate young women.
They usually ordered a few delicious desserts, paired with a cup of mildly bitter coffee.
Sitting by the sunny window seats, leisurely enjoying a winter afternoon enveloped in the aroma of coffee.
Lin Yu wasn't as good at enjoying life as they were.
Lin Yu only did one thing when he went to any restaurant.
And that was eat!
Eating frantically as if seeking revenge!
Steak, lobster, cod, crab legs.
He welcomed them all.
Bread?
Get out of here!
There was no room reserved for staple foods in my stomach today!
Hey!
Wait!
Don't go, French fries covered in meat sauce!
You are different from them!
Lin Yu was eating happily on the side.
Qing Mo, on the other hand, looked very preoccupied.
Her eyes were deep, and a clear sense of conflict floated in her gaze.
The sharp silver table knife in her hand at this moment was like a tool used by a cruel official to torture prisoners.
She kept slicing back and forth on the pitiful medium-well steak in front of her, making the meat juices spill out everywhere.
After struggling with herself for a good while, Qing Mo turned her head to look at Lin Yu.
Seeing him eating as happily as a little pig.
The uneasiness in her heart slowly subsided a little.
Thinking about it, it had been over a year since that incident with Su Yuyao.
Lin Yu's mental state had also recovered a lot now.
It felt like...
It was time to talk to him about that matter.
Pursing her lips lightly and briefly organizing her words in her mind, Qing Mo opened her mouth and asked,
"How does it feel to take care of Little Darling?"
"Is it tiring?"
Lin Yu stopped his hand that was about to stuff a french fry into his mouth.
Chewing the food in his mouth, Lin Yu thought for a moment, swallowed, and replied,
"It's alright."
"Mainly because her mom is there watching over her."
"And there are nannies, chefs, and childcare experts around to help handle the trivial matters."
"I don't have to worry about feeding her or mixing formula."
"If we didn't have any of that, and it was just me and Su Yuyao taking care of Little Darling,"
"I reckon it wouldn't be easy."
"Little Darling is actually quite restless."
Lin Yu hadn't really taken care of kids before.
At best, when he went to relatives' houses, he would play with their kids, the kind where he only teased them but didn't soothe them.
So Lin Yu wasn't very clear on what other people's children were like.
Whether they were all like Little Darling, making people worry.
Getting his answer, Qing Mo nodded. She leaned one hand on the table, turned her body sideways, rested her cheek in her palm, and looked at Lin Yu with great interest as she continued to ask,
"Then how does it feel to have a child?"
Lin Yu smacked his lips a couple of times. Bringing this up made his mood a bit complicated, so much so that he lost the appetite to eat the french fry that was already at his lips.
Putting down the french fry dipped in meat sauce, Lin Yu crossed his forearms and laid them flat on the table.
He slumped his shoulders, his usually straight back hunching a bit decadently.
He let out a soft breath through his nose like a sigh, and after a moment of hesitation, Lin Yu said,
"How should I put it?"
"..."
"It's actually quite nice."
Lin Yu concluded,
"Having a cute little one connected to you by blood in your life."
"She's fun to tease and fun to play with."
"And she always smiles the moment she sees you."
"It's quite healing."
"Having a child, you feel like even your heart becomes a bit heavier."
"It's as if a chubby, fair little version of her is living inside your heart."
"This feeling..."
"It's not uncomfortable."
"Having a heavy heart actually makes you feel grounded."
"She makes you feel like you've become more important."
"Like she's helped you step into a new stage of life."
Listening to Lin Yu's words of approval, yet looking at his somewhat dejected appearance, Qing Mo felt deeply confused and asked,
"Then why do you have that expression?"
"You look like you don't like children."
Lin Yu pursed his lips.
Regarding the fact that the Heavenly Destiny Society was targeting Little Darling, Lin Yu naturally couldn't tell Qing Mo, so he could only find a plausible excuse and say,
"Because Little Darling's health isn't good."
"Ever since we had her,"
"I'm always worrying about this and stressing over that."
"I feel like I'm aging faster."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
