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."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
