How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“An unfamiliar ceiling!?”

Ling Ling gazed at the strange ceiling, lost in thought. Logically, shouldn’t he have been sleeping in his own doghouse? How did he end up here? Maybe his way of opening his eyes was incorrect. Let’s try again!

But it was useless; the ceiling was still the same, unchanged.

Ling Ling sat up, surveying his surroundings. It was a small room of about a dozen square meters, and one could see the entire layout at a glance. There wasn’t much in the room—a wardrobe, a desk, a dining table, a few books on the desk, and an old TV that looked like an antique. Who knew if it even worked? Adding in the bed he was lying on, that was pretty much everything.

From the cups on the table and the pair of large and small slippers on the floor, it was evident that two people lived here. Judging by the style of the slippers, the patterns on the cups, and the light fragrance in the air, it seemed that two young women lived in this small room.

So, the question was, why was he suddenly here? Could it be a kidnapping? But who would kidnap someone like him? Ling Ling instinctively rubbed his chin, a habit he had whenever deep in thought.

However, his hand felt a smooth surface—none of the familiar stubble. Had someone shaved him? No, that wasn’t right. The shape and texture of his chin felt strange—almost like it belonged to a girl… Wait a minute!

“This can’t be happening, can it?”

Ling Ling lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw things that should definitely not be on his body. And this long hair—no wonder his neck felt itchy earlier. What was going on here? It’s not like he had died, nor was he unhappy with his life.

To be fair, Ling Ling had a decent life—he had a car, a house, and he was a second-rate novelist. He spent his days lazily at home, waiting for his editor to chase after his drafts. Life was quite comfortable.

The only downside was that he didn’t have a girlfriend—wait, correction, he had one once, but they broke up for some reason. Since then, he hadn’t found another girlfriend.

When he had certain “needs,” he either resorted to his trusty right hand or went to the nearby foot massage parlor for a special service.

Thinking about all this, Ling Ling couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of sadness.

He got out of bed, but without mastering his new balance, he almost fell flat on the floor. After all, he hadn’t been used to having such… assets on his chest before—these looked like they were at least a C-cup.

The most urgent thing was to find a mirror and see what he looked like now. Though the body seemed nice enough, who knew if she was a “rear-view killer.” Ling Ling had been deceived by such appearances more than once before.

The wardrobe had a built-in full-length mirror. Ling Ling stood in front of it, raised his head, and looked at his reflection. The mirror revealed the image of a beautiful young girl.

Her ink-black hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Her small face bore a pair of large, watery eyes, brimming with astonishment. Her small nose and slightly parted, tempting lips gave anyone an impulse to steal a kiss. The thin sleepwear barely concealed her impressive figure, especially those long legs—Ling Ling thought he could admire them forever.

“Is this… me?”

Ling Ling stared at his reflection, momentarily dazed. He lifted his right hand to touch his face; the delicate texture and the reflection in the mirror confirmed that all of this was real.

After striking a few poses in front of the mirror, Ling Ling began rummaging through the desk drawers. She just wanted to find some clues about this body.

Before long, Ling Ling found a wallet in the drawer. There were only a few hundred yuan in it, but more importantly, there was an ID card. Finally, she could find out the name of this body.

“Ling Ning (Ling, second tone)? It’s quite similar to my own name~ So from today on, I am Ling Ning!” Ling Ling—no, Ling Ning—murmured to herself.

Ling Ning searched the entire room but couldn’t find anything like a diary. Why wouldn’t a young girl keep a diary? Isn’t the usual trope supposed to involve a diary that provides basic information about the situation? This is going against the script.

Although she didn’t find a diary, she did find her student ID and learned that she was still in her second year of high school. No, judging by the calendar on the wall, it was currently summer vacation, and she would be entering her third year after the break.

Besides the student ID, Ling Ning also found a bankbook in the drawer. Judging by the meager balance and the condition of the house, it seemed Ling Ning wasn’t well off. But every month, someone sent a little money, although for Ling Ning, that amount wouldn’t even fill the gap between her teeth.

Opening the wardrobe, she saw only a few outfits, obviously cheap. There wasn’t even a dress—Ling Ning breathed a sigh of relief. There were also some clothes that were a bit smaller, presumably belonging to the other resident. Maybe a younger sister? Ling Ning couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement—maybe forbidden sisterly love was in the cards.

Opening the lower drawer, she found girls’ undergarments. Ling Ning picked up a black lace pair—who would’ve thought she was so bold? Most of the wardrobe’s clothing was plain to the point of being rustic. Could this be what they call being secretly wild?

Ling Ning also found a tiny kitchen. It was so small that even turning around inside was difficult, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to cook here.

Ling Ning herself could cook quite well—she picked up the skill when she and her ex-girlfriend lived together.

The bathroom and toilet were combined, equally tiny. There wasn’t a washing machine, which meant she’d have to wash clothes by hand. This was pure torture for someone who only knew how to stomp on her laundry to wash it.

After getting familiar with the room, Ling Ning began fiddling with the antique TV. She casually played around and, to her surprise, the TV turned on.

Watching the news on the TV, Ling Ning was sure this wasn’t the world she was familiar with. After all, her world didn’t have anything like “Mount Crossdress,” damn it!

“The famous tourist destination ‘Mount Crossdress’ has once again attracted a large number of visitors. According to statistics, the number of tourists has reached a new high for the year.”

Ling Ning felt like this world was just asking for trouble.

After watching the news for a while, Ling Ning realized that after all this fuss, she was covered in sweat. It wouldn’t have mattered before, but now her sticky skin made her feel uncomfortable.

“Maybe… I should take a bath.”

The thought of taking a bath made Ling Ning’s body heat up. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to go for it. After all, even if she didn’t bathe now, she would have to eventually, and she’d have to face what needed to be faced.

With that decision made, Ling Ning didn’t hesitate any longer. She grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom.

“Wow…”

“So this is what it’s like…”

“Geez…”

Just as Ling Ning had finished her bath and stepped out, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a pretty little girl walked in. While changing her shoes, she called out to Ling Ning:

“Mom, I’m home!”