How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Ye Ye~ Mom’s back!”

At the sound of the door opening, Ling Ye immediately pulled off the teddy bear underwear from her head, stuffed it into her pocket, and closed the window on her computer with the study materials she was reviewing. She then put on an innocent face to greet Ling Ning, all in the blink of an eye, as if she had practiced this routine countless times.

“Mom~ Why are you so late today?”

“There were some things to take care of today, so I’m a bit late,” Ling Ning said, and she headed straight for the bathroom.

Seeing her mother going towards the bathroom, Ling Ye panicked. After all, Mom’s underwear was still in her pocket—if she got caught, she would die of embarrassment!

“Mom, wait a second!”

“Meow, meow, meow?”

“Let go of that bathroom. I need to go first!” Without waiting for Ling Ning to react, Ling Ye rushed into the bathroom, leaving a bewildered Ling Ning behind.

Not long after, Ling Ye walked out of the bathroom with a satisfied look. Ling Ning gave her daughter a curious glance but didn’t think much of it—her bladder felt like it was about to burst.

After using the bathroom, Ling Ning noticed that something was off with the clothes she had changed out of that morning. The damp underwear she had placed in the middle of the laundry pile had somehow ended up on top. And to make things stranger, there was a long strand of hair on it. She compared it to her own hair, but it was a bit shorter—most likely Ling Ye’s.

Now, the question was: why was her daughter’s hair on her underwear? Could it be that her daughter had put the underwear on her head? Ling Ning shook her head, dismissing the ridiculous thought from her mind. She must have remembered wrong—maybe the underwear had been on top the whole time.

As for the hair, it probably fell on it when Ling Ye used the bathroom. Yes! That had to be it. Satisfied with the explanation, Ling Ning let the matter drop.

Seeing Ling Ning walking out of the bathroom without a care in the world, Ling Ye let out a sigh of relief. It seemed her mother hadn’t noticed anything she had done.

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After seeing Xia You coming to work safe and sound for the past few days, Ling Ning finally felt a sense of relief. She noticed that Xia You had become more attached to her recently—except when she had to use the bathroom, she stuck close to Ling Ning at all times.

Ye Xuan, on the other hand, felt as if she was addicted. Ever since seeing what was on that USB stick, her mind had been filled with unspeakable thoughts. When walking down the street, she would subconsciously glance at girls’ legs, but no matter how many she saw, she still found Ling Ning’s long legs the most attractive. And those petite feet—utter perfection.

Recently, Ling Ning had finally downloaded a game called Cash Burn 3rd on her phone. She had only downloaded it after getting tired of Chu Mengyao nagging her about it. Though it was fun, Ling Ning didn’t have the time to play games, so after drawing a Ghost Armor Magnetic Storm and Moonlight Electromagnetic on her first day, she hadn’t touched it since.

She remembered asking Chu Mengyao if Ghost Armor Magnetic Storm was any good or if Moonlight Electromagnetic was playable. Chu Mengyao seemed to have suffered a huge blow, becoming furious as she pointed at Ling Ning’s phone and said, “Ling Ning, remember this! You can smoke, you can drink, you can fight, and if you need anything, come to me, and I’ll help if I can. But if you draw any of these things, I’m sorry—we’re not friends!”

Ling Ning found it odd. She had drawn eight purple items on her first ten-pull and thought blue items were the rarer ones. Had she misunderstood?

As for the novel Ling Ning was writing, it was a total flop. The views and favorites were abysmal, and even though she kept up her routine of two updates a day, barely anyone read it, which made her feel disheartened.

But it wasn’t something she could help. After all, in this world, she had no reader base and no promotional spot, so it made sense for her performance to be this poor.

Just as she was about to close the author interface, she noticed that her flop of a book had actually received a tip—and it wasn’t a small one. It was a whole 100,000 coins, which translated to about a thousand yuan. Though she would only get half of it, it was still pretty good.

Checking further, she saw that all the tips had come from the same person—someone named “East Three Sprite.” Just seeing that name made Ling Ning want to smack them, though she wasn’t quite sure why.

Still, she had to admit that “East Three Sprite” had good taste. She checked the comments and found that “East Three Sprite” had only left one: “It’s good, keep it up.”

Alright then, since they tipped so much, Ling Ning decided to post three chapters that day, splitting the content of two chapters into three with a bit of filler—an old trick she often used in her previous life, one that everyone who tried it liked.

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And there was Zhao Tiancheng, who hadn’t come to the café in a few days. That made Ling Ning quite happy. It would be best if he never came back, even though his visits did make her commissions higher.

Though Zhao Tiancheng was gone, his younger brother Zhao Dezhu had become a regular. Recently, it seemed Chu Feng had some free time and was always around to help. Anyone with eyes could see Zhao Dezhu’s feelings, but Chu Feng seemed oblivious. Should they call him dense or what?

Zhao Dezhu actually wasn’t bad looking. Especially after getting to know Chu Feng, he had learned how to dress well, giving him the appearance of a fresh-faced young man.

Chu Mengyao’s eyes practically glowed green every time she looked at her brother and Zhao Dezhu, constantly whispering to Ling Ning about who would be the top and who the bottom. Ling Ning had heard so much of it her ears were getting calluses. Fujoshis were terrifying—they wouldn’t even spare their own brothers.

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Oh, and the café’s maid outfits had changed recently, thanks to Qin Qing. Each maid now had her own style. Ling Ning’s outfit, for instance, featured a skirt even shorter than before, paired with black thigh-high stockings. The maid dress had added lace embellishments, and the headpiece had been swapped for a cat-ear headband.

At first, Ling Ning had adamantly refused to wear thigh-high stockings. After all, what was a grown man (or whatever) doing wearing thigh-highs? But in the face of Luo Xiaoning and Qin Qing’s monetary persuasion, she once again bowed to the boss’s authority, donning those mortifying thigh-highs and the ridiculously short skirt. The previous one had already been short enough, but this one was even shorter—any shorter, and it would have been a beep mini skirt.

The new outfits had an obvious effect. At least twice as many customers came in every day now, and on rest days, it was absolutely packed. The smiles on their faces could hardly be contained.

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Author’s Note:

This salted fish has to go back home for some matters in the next couple of days, so you know what that means—updates will be whenever.