Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-Three: How Many Years Have You Been a Rebellious Child?
Linzhou, in a hotel room at Fusa Pavilion.
“Tap tap~”
From behind the screen, Little Ying You bounced out, spinning around in front of Young Master Sang with satisfaction: “How do I look, Daddy? Pretty, right?”
Young Master Sang nods earnestly.
It’s a very elaborate cosplay outfit. Although Young Master Sang doesn’t even know which character it is, the spirited twin-tails and the fairy-like little skirt make Little Ying You look like a little fairy descending to Earth, cute and shimmering.
“It does look good… but dear daughter, do you really need to have Dad cosplay with you?”
Young Master Sang said somewhat gloomily: “I mean, I don’t mind you liking this, but do I really need to join the cosplay party?”
“Can’t be helped.”
Little Ying You bounced over to Young Master Sang and whispered, “Who made you such a big name now, getting recognized wherever you go… and besides, the character I want you to cosplay is a masked hero, so handsome and fitting. How great is that?”
…Actually, if a mask is needed, your dad could just activate mask mode directly. Young Master Sang wished he could say this to his daughter.
But seeing that his little girl seems to really enjoy this outfit, Young Master Sang decided to let it go.
Sigh.
Now I’m also a two-dimensional nerd.
“Once you’ve changed clothes, let’s head downstairs.”
Young Master Sang walked to the window and pushed it open, looking down: “The line down there is getting a bit intimidating.”
“If we don’t hurry, we might miss buying the merchandise we like!”
“What are you afraid of?” Little Ying You said casually, “Worst-case scenario, I can have Aunt Bai save a copy for me.”
…You’ve seriously learned how to be a spoiled rich kid from a young age, haven’t you? Young Master Sang felt both amused and helpless.
“We still have plenty of time today, I want to spend more time with Daddy.”
Little Ying You grabbed Young Master Sang’s hand and gently shook it, acting spoiled: “Can we stroll a bit slower, pretty please~?”
“Alright, alright.”
Young Master Sang helplessly and affectionately ruffled her little head: “Whatever you say.”
“Yay!”
The little girl bounced onto Young Master Sang’s side and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, cheering: “Long live Daddy!”
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This convention is quite large.
At least it’s way bigger than the last time Young Master Sang came to one.
That was back when he was still arguing with Bai Ming who was dressed as a girl.
Years have passed, and as the Demon Cultivators and Floating Splendor Commerce have grown in strength, with the communication devices at the core, a new lifestyle has become increasingly accepted by the common folk of the world.
Thanks to the various cultivation forces, led by the Demon Cultivators, which have worked hard to maintain social order, the Abyss Realm has entered an era of prosperity and peace, the likes of which haven’t been seen since Long Huan, the Holy Emperor.
The grievances between the sects have been confined to the realm of cultivation, keeping out of the mundane world. Ordinary citizens now live peacefully, and even daily entertainment has become more common with the rise of communication devices.
This convention is bustling with people occupying the entire street, featuring both cultivators and common folks, including hardcore fans and girls dressed in borderline cosplay.
Everyone is mingled together, having a great time.
Along the way, it was obvious that Little Ying You, at such a young age, cosplaying would draw a lot of attention. Young Master Sang hardly took a few steps before several groups approached his daughter.
“Wow! What a cute little sister! You look amazing!”
“Can I take a picture with you, little sister? Can I hold your hand?”
“Ooh! Your smile melts my heart~”
Surrounded like a beloved pet by a flock of passing cosplayers, Little Ying You was a bit shy at first.
But after glancing back at Young Master Sang, she quickly settled into her cheerful self, confidently posing with other cosplayers for photos.
Young Master Sang had no objections.
After all, he could see that his daughter was truly enjoying the experience.
Enjoying the feeling of being in the spotlight, basking in the vanity and performative desire that all children have.
Of course, some lecherous photographers and lolicon nerds tried to come close, but Young Master Sang had scared them off early on.
…Daring to lay hands on my family’s delicate flower? Is your family tree on sale?
What surprised Young Master Sang was that, aside from Little Ying You, many female cosplayers blushed and approached him for photos and contact information.
It seemed that the outfit Little Ying You was wearing belonged to a very popular character from some trending series.
Out of “courtesy,” Young Master Sang reluctantly took photos with numerous stunning ladies with long legs and flawless skin.
However, when exchanging contact information, the look on Little Ying You’s face that seemed to say “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Mommy?” made him shrink back a bit.
……
Half an hour later.
“So, Daddy, you really didn’t give those sisters your contact info?”
At a small food stall, the father and daughter sat, each holding a sweet corn, munching without any grace.
“Of course not. Do you think I’m such a frivolous and wandering person?” Young Master Sang huffed, “I’m only devoted to your mother.”
Little Ying You looked at him oddly.
“…Uh, just devoted to your mother, Aunt Bai, Aunt Yan, and… whatever, I’m only devoted to those dozen or so aunts.”
“…Daddy, do you get embarrassed saying those things?”
“It’s fine. I’m thick-skinned; I’ve practiced it long ago.”
Little Ying You scrunched her face in distaste.
“I saw a sister sneakily give you a room number. You’re not planning to sneak out while I’m asleep, are you?”
“How could that be?” Young Master Sang waved his hand, “That stuff, I’d toss it away immediately. What does that inexperienced little girl think, that she can roll in the hay with me?”
“Not to brag, but look at your aunties. What status do they have that would make them worthy to be with me? In a brothel, I’m the kind of guy they’d never afford for one night.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Young Master Sang sensed that saying this to his daughter felt a bit strange, and quickly became serious: “That last bit, don’t tell your mother.”
“Don’t worry~”
Little Ying You smiled innocently: “I don’t even know what a brothel is.”
Young Master Sang looked at his daughter’s teasing expression.
Great.
She understands what a brothel is better than I do.
“…You little brat, don’t mock your father.”
“I’m not mocking Daddy at all.”
“You are clearly laughing at me; you haven’t stopped!”
“Really not… pfft.”
Young Master Sang, annoyed, snatched the corn from his daughter and started munching on it himself.
Little Ying You puffed up her cheeks in grievance at having her corn stolen, finally huffing in annoyance: “So childish. Petty.”
Ha.
That’s for sure.
How many years have you been a rebellious child? Compared to your old man’s decades of rebelliousness?
When it comes to causing trouble, you’re just a beginner, little girl.
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