In these six years,
Bai Yu chose to turn the body of the person he cared most about into a human skin puppet, weaving a happy ending for his family, living on in eternal self-deception.
Once as lively and vibrant as any ordinary young person, Bai Yu eventually became a part of the fallen world.
He and Wen Fengjin took in an abandoned baby girl. At first, they were nearly driven mad by this little one, who always seemed hungry, wet the bed, and cried incessantly. Wen Fengjin, who was jealous by nature, even coldly gave the child the somewhat laughable name of “Dog Egg.”
Because the baby needed constant care due to her tender age, his thoughts were consumed by her. That year, Wen Fengjin, who had been neglected, was like a berserker Zongzi boss. Not only did he beat up grave robbers in the tomb palace, but he also ventured out to confront poachers. Thus, he earned the unexpected title of Mountain God.
It became a new career for Demon Lord Boss Wen, who was laid-off and re-employed.
Until the second year, when this late-talking little one called Wen Fengjin “daddy”…
From the Demon King of ancient legends to a daughter slave, the change took Wen Fengjin only one word and three seconds…
Wang Xiaomie sat under the acacia tree, his ink-black hair cascading over his shoulders, coiling beside his hand, smiling as he watched Wen Fengjin cradle their child with one arm and pick the blossoming peach flowers from the tree.
The wind, swirling up from the void, tousled the acacia tree, as if the pink sparks of petals were fluttering down. Clad in red robes, with silver strands flying, their little daughter giggled, reaching out to grab the peach blossoms covering the tree…
One tiny petal landed on the blood-red nose of the large lizard Mu Yi, causing it to sneeze violently.
Wang Xiaomie tilted his head back, closing his eyes, allowing those unseen things to fall onto his eyelids.
When Wen Fengjin casually glanced over, he was stunned, his full lips curling up. He held his daughter in his arms, leaned forward, and with slender fingers, plucked off that petal.
Eyelashes fluttered gently as bright black pupils and elongated heterochromatic ones met in a tender gaze, reflecting the most precious presence in each other’s eyes.
No need for kisses, no need for lingering bodies, and no need for poignant and touching verses.
In this gentle gaze, were unseen and warm things…
[I have walked through dark years]
[I have traversed paths without return]
[I have lingered under the acacia tree for a thousand years without end]
[Only when you open your eyes and look at me here, do I know what my home is]
The eyes curved with a smile.
“I want to kiss you.”
“…Our daughter is still watching, you rotten scoundrel.”
“Like this, she won’t see it.”
Wen Fengjin grabbed the back collar of their daughter’s clothes with one hand, turned her body away, and tilted his head to kiss Wang Xiaomie on the lips.
The thin lips pressed against the soft flesh of his lower lip.
Wang Xiaomies old face turned red and he blinked rapidly. The man’s close face was flawless, and his half-closed eyes revealed a hint of provocation when he saw the appraising gaze.
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Meanwhile, Mu Yi lazily yawned.
… … …
In the second year, it was time for little friend Wen Mian to go to school.
While other children in the neighborhood would cling to their parents’ clothes and cry, refusing to enter kindergarten, the lively and outgoing little friend Wen Mian was different. She looked around at all the other children in the yard with eyes shining like two light bulbs.
Wen Fengjin and Wang Xiaomie were planning to enroll her while holding the teacher’s brochure. But as they looked up, they saw their daughter, a little rascal resembling a Husky, somehow sneaking into the children’s playground at the kindergarten. Currently, she was gleefully dominating a group of boys after snatching their football, laughing heartily.
Wen Fengjin: “…”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
At that moment, Wang Xiaomie thought to himself: I can already foresee that I’ll be a frequent visitor to the teacher’s office in the future!
You little troublemaker!
In the fourth year.
Having conquered kindergarten and now ruling the entire elementary school, little comrade Wen Mian proudly stood in front of all the parents and children during the parent-teacher meeting, loudly reciting her short essay.
“My essay’s title is ‘My Dad’!”
The little rascal even turned back to wave in the direction of Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin.
The friendly gaze of the other parents fell on them, and Wang Xiaomie felt a surge of excitement, akin to that of a proud father witnessing his daughter growing up. He greeted everyone with a smile.
Then they all heard their little daughter continue to read, “I have two dads!”
Wang Xiaomie: “Hic!!!”
Wen Fengjin: “…”
Everyone else: “Huh?!!!”
The little rascal: “We are a family of three. I don’t have a mom, but I have two dads. When I was very young, I used to call Dad Wen Daddy and Daddy Mommy, but Daddy didn’t like it, so he insisted I call him Dad. My Dad Wen loves my Daddy very much. He always tries to be cool and handsome to make Daddy happy. They are very loving to each other and very kind to me.”
“But I also have my worries because I discovered a big secret! At night, my Dad Wen often hits my Daddy! Daddy cries “ah~” so miserably — and what’s worse, Dad Wen still laughs! This is domestic violence, definitely, so I decided to write about it in my essay and tell everyone!”
After Wen Mian finished reading, her little face was filled with determination, as if she were a young hero.
As for the others…
“Oh~~~~”
As if understanding something, the teasing and astonished gazes of the crowd fell upon the two handsome men.
Wang Xiaomie buried his face in his hands: Suffocating!
Wen Fengjin’s face turned as dark as a lump of coal, blasting cold air like an aircon.
What’s worse, that little rascal Wen Mian added another line: “Daddy, you don’t need to be afraid! You can tell the truth, and I’ll get the teacher to help you!”
“…”
The young and inexperienced male teacher blushed instantly, “T-Teacher can’t help.”
Seeing this scene, Wen Fengjin was about to explode right then and there!
Wang Xiaomie: … Unfilial child! Unfilial!
Since that parent-teacher meeting, Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin never attended any parent-teacher meetings again.
Wang Xiaomie: “I’ve lost my entire life’s face on that day, why the hell bother going anywhere else!”
Later, An Xie, who’d also moved to the surface and became their neighbor, heard about the incident and nearly laughed himself silly.
Beside him, sitting in a wheelchair with a face as beautiful as a young girl’s, a man with ear-length hair also smiled gently. The sunlight shone on him, revealing a barely visible layer of red fuzz on his skin, except on his cheeks.
He looked at An Xie with a hint of dependence in his eyes, speaking very shyly, not at all like the insidious emperor in An Xie’s story.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin suspected that the person inside that body might have been replaced long ago.
As for An Xie, he couldn’t possibly be unaware of it.
Having experienced betrayal from his lover, An Xie knew that what he loved was merely a fantasy conjured up in his mind. That’s why he willingly embraced a zombie companion who listened to him and couldn’t betray him. He needed this vessel.
Whoever was inside the vessel didn’t matter to him.
However…
As Wang Xiaomie looked at An Xie’s hearty smile and saw the sincerity in his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile back.
Sure enough, even if all that remained was obsession, if that obsession turned into reality, the kindness, gentleness, and the companion who loved and relied on him became tangible, there was no resisting the desire for that happiness.
The new An Chengjing, though his soul’s origins remained a mystery, seemed to have taken over since the time the body became Little Purple Hair..
Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin exchanged a glance.
With his long, cold eyes, he paused for a second when he met Wang Xiaomie’s gaze, then his right eye blinked lightly.
Wang Xiaomie couldn’t help but smile.
After all the twists and turns, all the efforts made, those desires were finally realized in the end.
“By the way, that little Wen Mian girl is a regular human, right?” An Xie suddenly asked. “Aren’t you planning to turn her into one of us?”
His implication was clear, but Wang Xiaomie shook his head.
“She has her own life as a normal person, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Whether the elixir truly grants immortality or merely extends our lifespan, we cannot know for sure.”
“Being immortal doesn’t necessarily mean eternal happiness; it might just mean eternal loneliness and pain.”
“She is our daughter, and she is herself. Wen Fengjin and I will protect her until the very end…”
An Xie elongated his tone with an “Hmm.”
“But after a few decades, when her life comes to an end, won’t you feel heartbroken?” he continued.
“There’s nothing we can do about that,” Wang Xiaomie blinked, having long prepared himself for this.
“That’s the price of immortality, which is why I don’t want her to bear it.”
“Fair point.”
An Xie laughed heartily, but after the laughter subsided, he propped up his chin, his handsome face creasing with a hint of boredom.
“I say… the four of us, a Demon Lord, a Demon Lord’s shixiong, a General, an Emperor… People who once dominated history are now living retired lives. Don’t you think we should do something? Like establishing a new great empire or something? Senior Wen, don’t you ever think…” An Xie trailed off.
Wen Fengjin’s voice turned cold as he replied, “No.”
An Xie: “…”
Wen Fengjin continued, his tone indifferent, “I’ve fought for centuries just to be with my shixiong.”
An Xie’s mouth twitched. “…Aren’t Senior’s ideals too lackluster?”
Wen Fengjin chuckled. “Between your forever with Chengjing or the never-ending battlefield, what would you choose?”
“…”
An Xie fell silent for a moment before decisively saying, “I choose forever.”
Wen Fengjin sneered.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaomie and Chengjing beside them shook their heads with smiles.
Wang Xiaomie said to Chengjing, “What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll cook.”
Chengjing replied softly, “Thank you for your trouble.”
Wang Xiaomie shrugged, “It’s no trouble at all.”
He stood up and went to the kitchen. Wen Fengjin, seeing the time, went to pick up Wen Mian. In the living room, Chengjing leaned gently against An Xie’s shoulder…
As dusk fell.
Wen Fengjin returned with his daughter, and they shared laughter around the dinner table, discussing the events at school.
The lights came on, casting warmth into the room, making it hard for anyone to leave.
All they ever wanted in their entire life was just this…
Aww… I really want to see more of this new soul. Wonder if he transmigrated after that first meeting with Wang Xiaomie
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