Chapter 647: This Family is Done For
Evening.
Sang Lianyou hummed a little tune as she bounced back to the hotel room.
Trailing behind her was Sang Zhe, looking like a dead dog.
“Dad, your dancing talent is horrible! All day today, you couldn’t keep up with my rhythm, always a beat behind.”
Sang Zhe twitched at the corner of his mouth.
“… You really can’t expect too much from a middle-aged man in his twenties. Just putting up with the embarrassment to dance with you today is already me being indulgent, okay?”
“What’s embarrassing about dancing?”
“Dancing isn’t the issue, but have you seen what dance we’re doing?” Sang Zhe sighed weakly. “Don’t you find it outrageous seeing an old uncle winking with one eye and sticking his tongue out?”
“Not at all.” Sang Lianyou said earnestly, “I think dad is super cute! I want to see you dance again tomorrow.”
… Please, no.
Sang Zhe dreaded the thought of dancing again tomorrow; that would be the last dance of his life!
“I’m going to take a bath. You take your time changing clothes.”
Dragging his utterly exhausted body, Sang Zhe leisurely made his way to his sacred place—the bath.
The moment he stripped down and hit the water, the warm pool soaked every inch of his skin, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Relish time! Sang Zhe took out the Communication Device and started scrolling.
There were tons of unread messages. Most of them were from Li Shanyan, reporting every little work detail with a sprinkle of sarcasm now and then.
“Still not back to work? Do you like those comic convention girls so much that I should suggest to the Vice Sect Leader to change the female staff uniforms to cosplay outfits?”
“You backed out on giving me the vacation we agreed on last month! You’re such a little lantern ornament.”
“Do you know how many documents I have to sign daily while supervising Deities and Demons? Not much, just over two thousand.”
These messages had a vibe that even Sang Zhe could feel the eerie chill just through the screen.
Sang Zhe couldn’t shake off the feeling that Li Shanyan was starting to resemble a complaining housewife; it seemed like whenever he took a day off, he’d whine like a dissatisfied woman.
But Sang Zhe understood this sentiment.
He used to be like that in his past life—angry at colleagues taking vacations while he was stuck working overtime.
However, it was indeed about time to head back…
He thought a few more days of playtime with his daughter was sufficient. Let’s go back in a bit.
Continuing to clear unread messages, Sang Zhe suddenly felt something was missing.
… Why didn’t Little Ying send me a message today?
Though they were practically an old couple, Sang Zhe upheld the principle of checking in with Zhang Xiaoying daily whenever he went out.
Zhang Xiaoying had never ignored his messages; they’d flirt across messages as if they were right next to each other.
But today felt different. Zhang Xiaoying hadn’t replied to the messages he sent.
Moreover, all the ladies—Bai Ming, Hua Jianglian, and Long Huan—who normally bombarded him with messages had also mysteriously gone silent today.
It struck him that… he hadn’t received a single message from his women all day.
What’s going on? Did something happen at home? Sang Zhe frowned slightly.
He tried calling Zhang Xiaoying, but no one picked up. Even Nian Nian and Yan Rouwan were unresponsive.
Feeling something was off, Sang Zhe swiftly got out of the pool, planning to throw on some clothes and head home to check things out.
However, as he reached the edge of the pool, he suddenly froze.
“Wait.”
“Where’s my clothes?”
——
——
As Yan Rouwan opened a space and grabbed Sang Zhe’s clothes from beside the bath,
In Zhang Xiaoying’s room, countless eyes were eagerly focused on a set of pure white underwear.
“Still not coming out?”
The clothes lay still on the bed.
“Stop pretending.” Zhang Xiaoying sneered, “We already know you’re hiding inside the clothes.”
“If you don’t come out, don’t blame us for using our special spicy mustard laundry water and tossing you into the washing machine.”
The clothes trembled for a moment, and after a beat, a glimmer of spirit slowly rose from the garments, ultimately taking shape as a figure in a red dress.
“Y-You found me?” Xu Hongyi looked incredulous, seemingly unable to believe her brilliant disguise had been uncovered.
“Let’s not get into how we found out.”
Zhang Xiaoying fixed her gaze on her: “You’d better confess honestly about why you’re clinging to my husband’s clothes!”
Xu Hongyi’s gaze wandered, fiddling with her fingers, her demeanor suggesting guilt.
“I-It’s just a coincidence… I don’t even know how it happened; I accidentally latched onto them—”
“Aunt Yu, pour some water into the washing machine.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” Xu Hongyi pleaded pitifully, “I’ll talk!”
“You guys should understand my reason, right?”
“After all, latching onto his clothes means I get to be close to Sang Zhe every day, as if I’m hugging his naked body around the clock, like I can smell him just by breathing—”
Seeing the dreamy, blushing look on Xu Hongyi’s face, Bai Ming’s lip twitched.
“… I don’t get it. Have the guards evolved to this level now?”
“Probably only her who’s that twisted.” Tang Yubbing said with a wry smile, “We like Sang Zhe too, but it’s not to that extent—”
She was about to finish her sentence when she fell silent.
Because she noticed everyone in the room seemed to drift into a brief daze.
Tang Yubbing: “… Don’t tell me you’re all imagining that scene right now.”
“Mostly because,” Shi Qingyan blushed, “It really sounds quite appealing.”
“That’s close-fitting underwear! You can smell every bit of sweat and body odor!” Long Huan’s eyes sparkled, “Hehe, my husband’s scent…”
“Being treated like a piece of clothing, always overlooked but never parted with, tossed around when changing—it’s a top-tier setup play! You Primordial Deities are genius for thinking of such a method!” Si Jingzhu’s eyes narrowed, eagerly lost in thought. “This underwear can cover the whole body; doesn’t that mean it can wrap around our lord’s cute backside and… just picturing it makes me all hot and bothered.”
…This family is doomed.
A thought flashed through Tang Yubbing’s mind.
“Let’s start from the beginning.” Zhang Xiaoying sat down, lightly sipped her tea, “You must have a lot to explain to us, right?”
Xu Hongyi hesitated for a moment, bashfully lowering her head.
“I… I don’t know where to start…”
“Start from the beginning,” Zhang Xiaoying said earnestly, “We’re not in a rush.”
Xu Hongyi pouted, murmuring, “I don’t get why you all can trace me down even after I restored causality…”
“Then I’ll start from restoring causality…”
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