I was startled by the noise, turning to him blankly. “Nothing was happening before, but now something is.” You scared my heart!
“Ling’er! You’re awake!” Feng Qing Yin, overwhelmed by my presence, rushed forward and hugged me tightly, murmuring phrases like “Don’t leave us again.” His concern left me feeling emotional. Are ancient people always this sentimental?
Fortunately, Wu Chen came to my rescue: “Xiao Xin just woke up and is still weak…”
Feng Qing Yin immediately released me, both crying and laughing: “Awake is good, awake is good!” He embraced me again, this time more gently.
“You—have lost weight,” I remarked, my voice dry. Little Ying never takes care of himself, always looking haggard, and it makes my heart ache. Why must I suffer for his misdeeds!
They say I’m not my father’s child. The middle-aged man, my family’s beautiful treasure, Xiao Cai, continued to cry.
“Nonsense! If you’re not born from me and your father, who else would have given birth to you?” I was furious, flexing my fists. “Come, let’s go find your mother and settle this! How dare they slander my reputation!”
“Woo… they say my father is my father! Waaah—” The sound turned into wailing.
Just like my current lament. You know, when I’m old and Wuchen and Xiao Zi don’t age, how heartbreaking that would be. People would think we’re following a trend with grandparent-grandchild love!
I had that interrogation of the beautiful Wuchen just now. Through my persistent questioning, I finally got an answer—one that makes me secretly delighted. Heaven helps me! Little Dust, prepare yourself!
That night, a shadow whooshed and leaped onto the roof. This person is me—the beautiful Xiao Xin, loved by everyone!
I crawled across the rooftop. Little Dust lives next door, which I had clearly asked about during the day. I easily snuck onto their roof, opened my bundle, and began selecting my tools.
Knockout gas? Useless if he’s knocked out! Pass!
What’s this, an erotic painting? Tie him up and show him this? How unromantic, pass! A brush? Pass! Oh, a fruit knife! Am I supposed to threaten him: Say, are you going to XXOO with me? Embarrassing—
