How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Ah~ finally done with the shoot.”

Ling Ning stretched languidly. The black dress she was currently wearing was the last outfit for today, and she had never imagined that just taking photos could be so exhausting. Clearly, she was still too young and naive.

Qin Qing checked the time and said to Ling Ning, “It’s getting late. You should go take a bath now. I’ll bring you some fresh clothes afterward.”

Looking at the spacious bathroom that was nearly the size of her own room, Ling Ning sighed in resignation. When would she ever have enough money to afford something like this? She shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it. She had been working all day, and a hot bath was just what she needed to relax, especially with a big bathtub right there—perfect for a good soak.

After washing her hair, Ling Ning suddenly realized she hadn’t asked Qin Qing for a towel.

At that very moment, Qin Qing’s voice came from outside the bathroom door. “Ling Ning, I’m sorry! I forgot to give you a towel earlier. I’ve left it by the door for you, along with some fresh clothes.”

“Okay, thank you.” Speak of the devil.

As Qin Qing was heading back to her room to process the photos, she noticed her phone was missing. After thinking for a moment, she guessed she must have left it when she brought Ling Ning the clothes.

Hearing Qin Qing’s footsteps fade away, Ling Ning slowly opened the bathroom door a crack. She peeked outside, and seeing no one there, she stretched her hand out to grab the clothes. No matter how much she tried, though, she just couldn’t quite reach them. Frustrated, she opened the door wider and stepped out.

As she picked up the clothes, she noticed there was a phone on top—it was probably Qin Qing’s. Why had she left her phone here?

“Your skin looks really good. I must say, I’m a bit jealous~” Qin Qing made no effort to avert her eyes as she looked at Ling Ning, who was standing there completely bare. She licked her lips playfully, her eyes glinting mischievously. “I just came back for my phone~” With that, she grabbed her phone and walked away, still smiling.

Ling Ning returned to the bathroom with her clothes and towel. “She saw me—big deal,” she muttered to herself. Qin Qing was a woman, and so was she now, so there was no need to overthink it. She wasn’t about to act all embarrassed, clutching her chest and squatting down like in an anime. After all, it wasn’t that long ago that she had been a guy herself.

Sinking into the hot water, Ling Ning let out a satisfied sigh. It had been ages since she’d had a proper soak in a bathtub. Though she had owned a bathtub in her past life, she rarely used it. She hadn’t realized just how wonderful a hot bath could feel. Now, she finally understood why her ex-girlfriend used to take such long baths—most of that time was probably spent just soaking.

The underwear Qin Qing had given her was black lace, and Ling Ning found the bra surprisingly comfortable—it fit perfectly. Qin Qing really did have a good eye.

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After Ling Ning finished her bath, she ran into Qin Qing, who had also just bathed. The two exchanged smiles, neither of them mentioning what had happened earlier.

“Care for a drink?” Qin Qing asked with a smile, pulling out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from who knows where.

“Sure~” Ling Ning had enjoyed drinking in her previous life—red, white, beer, she could drink them all. She just didn’t know how this body would handle alcohol, given that she hadn’t trained it for drinking. But a little shouldn’t hurt.

Ling Ning watched as the dark red liquid poured into her glass, then asked curiously, “Don’t you need to let it breathe first?”

“I already opened it before I took my bath, so it’s ready now.” Qin Qing handed a glass to Ling Ning. “Here, give it a try.”

Ling Ning took the glass and examined it closely. There were no wood chips or impurities, just a deep red hue with hints of amber around the edges. She sniffed it deeply, then took a small sip, letting the wine coat her mouth as she savored the taste.

“Good wine!”

“This was a gift from a friend of mine in Old Yharnam. It’s quite decent,” Qin Qing said with a smile.

“Old Yharnam? Could this be wine from Yosefka Estate?” Ling Ning asked, surprised. From what she knew, red wine from Old Yharnam was rare and incredibly expensive. Suddenly, it felt like she wasn’t drinking wine but liquid gold!

“That’s right. I didn’t expect you to know so much, Ling Ning~”

“Well, I just know a little bit.”

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“Ugh, this body really can’t handle alcohol.”

Ling Ning collapsed onto the bed, tipsy after just a little more wine than intended. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had gotten drunk. In her previous life, she had prided herself on her drinking ability, often boasting she could drink “a thousand cups without getting drunk.”

“So uncomfortable~”

Ling Ning tossed and turned in bed, her head spinning. It would’ve been fine if she could just fall asleep, but for some reason, sleep eluded her. It felt like something was missing.

Click.

The door to Ling Ning’s room slowly opened, and a small figure sneaked in. The figure closed the door quietly behind them, then scanned the room before dashing toward the bed.

Still dazed, Ling Ning felt something wriggle into her arms. She heard Ling Ye’s slightly disgruntled voice, “Mom, did you drink?” Though there was a hint of annoyance in her tone, she still clung tightly to Ling Ning. Was this what people meant by “tsundere”?

“Mm… just a little… really, just a little…” Ling Ning mumbled, her voice slurred. Then it suddenly struck her—wasn’t Ling Ye supposed to be sleeping with Qin Sirou? What was she doing here? Well, never mind, holding Ling Ye actually felt quite comforting.

Like Ling Ning, Ling Ye had been unable to sleep while sharing a bed with her friend. Something had just felt off. So, once Qin Sirou had fallen asleep, she had sneaked over to Ling Ning’s room.

“Was it just missing ‘Mom energy’?” Ling Ye murmured, nestling into Ling Ning’s soft embrace. She rubbed her face against Ling Ning’s chest, her little hands even managing to loosen the neckline of Ling Ning’s pajamas.

“Sleep well and stop fidgeting…” Ling Ning, who had been on the brink of sleep, was roused slightly by Ling Ye’s movements.

“Mm…”

“Maybe what I really needed was a human-shaped pillow called ‘daughter,'” Ling Ning thought, drifting off to sleep.