Chapter Six Hundred Forty-Four: Listening to Daddy Talk About the Past
At night, the convention still had performances going on.
In the audience, Little Ying You bounced around, cheering just like the other fans waving their glow sticks, especially when her favorite shows and characters appeared, screaming without a care in the world.
Sometimes, Young Master Sang felt sorry for his daughter’s voice and wanted to remind her to take care of it, but Little Ying You was too hyped to notice.
Especially when the performance reached its climax and the audience in the front row stood up. No matter how hard Little Ying You tried to jump, she still couldn’t see, looking ready to cry.
Young Master Sang had no choice but to lift her up and let her ride on his shoulders.
“Yay! Sister Piaopiao is so beautiful! Kiss me, sis!”
“Mom, you’re so handsome!”
Though Young Master Sang had no clue what his daughter was yelling about, he initially felt a bit embarrassed. But looking around, most people were just as wild as his daughter, so he let it go.
Well.
As long as his daughter was happy, who needed dignity?
—
When the event ended, it was already pretty late.
Compared to the other tourists who needed to slowly push their way through the streets to get home, Young Master Sang’s VIP status really showed its worth.
He took his daughter straight upstairs to their luxurious hotel room. He was about to ask if she needed help with her bath, but before he could, Little Ying You, blushing, stuck her tongue out at him.
“Absolutely not! I’m already a big girl, silly daddy!”
With that, she slammed the bathroom door shut.
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but laugh and feel somewhat nostalgic.
…It was true.
Before he knew it, Little Ying You had grown up into a big girl.
Although six or seven years old didn’t seem that old.
But in Young Master Sang’s memory, Little Ying You was still that little baby cooing in her crib just yesterday.
In a blink, she had transformed into a graceful little lady.
“Such a surreal feeling,” Young Master Sang sighed, “Maybe it’s because I’ve really been working too much overtime.”
Before long, a steam-filled Little Ying You, dressed in cartoon pajamas, bounced out of the bathroom.
Her hair was still wet and adorably messy, and after sneezing cutely a couple of times, Young Master Sang quickly pulled her into his arms, helping to dry her off with a wave of his hand.
“Be careful, don’t catch a cold.”
“Hmm…” Little Ying You rubbed her sleepy eyes, letting her father comb through her fluffy hair.
“Daddy…”
“What is it?”
“Can I sleep with Daddy tonight?”
“You just said you were already a big girl, right?” Young Master Sang teased while brushing her hair, “Now you’re shy?”
“But Daddy promised to stay with me all day today.”
Little Ying You hugged Young Master Sang tightly, burying her little head in his chest, muttering softly: “Nighttime counts as part of today too.”
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but chuckle helplessly and then affectionately pinched his daughter’s chubby cheek.
“Well, you’re in for a treat tonight! Daddy snores really loudly, just like a lion roaring!”
“I’m not scared.” With that, Little Ying You dove into the blanket, peeking out a moment later with her little head.
Young Master Sang was melted by her cuteness, casually extinguishing the candle and flopping down on the bed.
“Time for sleep.”
The room fell into darkness, with only the bright moonlight streaming through the window.
In the dark, Young Master Sang felt a warm little body cuddle up to his arm, her little head resting softly against him.
“Daddy.”
“Hmm?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Why the sudden apology?”
“I know I often act up and trouble Mommy a lot.”
Little Ying You’s eyes sparkled like twinkling stars in the moonlight, her voice as sweet as dessert: “I didn’t mean to make her mad.”
“But… I just missed Daddy too much since I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but laugh: “You can see me anytime; just tell your mom and I’ll be right there!”
With the mirror space, he could show up in an instant. In one moment Little Ying You wanted to see him, and in the next, he’d be right in front of her.
“Daddy still dares to say that.”
Little Ying You pouted: “Every time Daddy comes back, it’s just to pat my head for a moment, have a meal, and then off he goes again.”
“That’s not what I’d call keeping me company.”
Young Master Sang was at a loss for words this time.
Clearing his throat, he awkwardly laughed: “Well, at least this time, Daddy is really here to spend time with you, right?”
“True,” Little Ying You suddenly looked a bit down, lowering her head, “But how many times can that happen?”
Young Master Sang blinked: “Not long now.”
“In a few months, work will be a lot easier for Daddy.”
…Just a few months remained until the agreed five-year period with the Primordial Deities.
In these past few years, Young Master Sang had mostly mingled with the Primordial Deities.
With Yan Rouwan’s powers awakening, they all realized they likely wouldn’t win control over the Abyss Realm after all.
Now, it seemed like the Primordial Deities were just enjoying their time in the Abyss Realm. Once the time came, they’d be sent on their way after having their fun.
“Once that happens, Daddy will spend half of his time every month with you and Mommy. How’s that sound?”
Little Ying You’s beautiful eyes brightened for a moment, but she quickly turned away, huffing cutely: “Daddy always knows how to say nice things to trick me.”
“Not at all! Daddy promises. If I break my promise, then—I’ll have to tickle you!”
“Ugh! Daddy, you’re annoying!”
After playfully messing around with Little Ying You, she snuggled up against Young Master Sang’s arm, softly asking:
“Daddy, do you think I’m a good girl?”
“Of course.”
“But I feel like I might be really annoying.” She said somewhat sadly, “During my first day at school, it felt like all the kids were looking at me funny.”
“The teacher too, it’s like she treats me differently than the other students, always calling on me to answer questions, making me do everything. If I don’t do homework right or my grades are a little off, I get scolded pretty hard.”
“The expectations for me are always different from everyone else; it feels like no one likes me.”
“Mom said it’s because I’m your child, Daddy. Everyone expects me to become someone like you.”
She lifted her little head and quietly asked: “Daddy, were you like this when you were little?”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment and then suddenly ruffled Little Ying You’s hair.
“Nope.”
“Or rather, just the opposite.”
“When Daddy was little, I wouldn’t even be called in if I did poorly in school.”
“Even on days I skipped class… no, even if I skipped class for ten days or two weeks.”
“No one would even know,” Young Master Sang’s gaze lowered, but he stopped mid-sentence.
Little Ying You, who had only caught part of the story, was not pleased and kept pulling at Young Master Sang to continue.
“Are you sure you want to hear it? This is my dark history that even your mom hasn’t heard!”
“Of course, I want to hear!”
“Ugh.” Young Master Sang sighed helplessly, then his eyes glimmered with nostalgia as he whispered:
“Well, you see, Daddy usually didn’t want to bring this up…”
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