How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“So, that girl sleeping on the sofa is the model you chose?” He Miaomiao asked, watching Qin Qing eat breakfast with a calm expression.

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“No, no problem. As long as you’re happy, I don’t mind, even if you picked a boy to model in skirts. But this photoshoot is for a sleepwear feature—are you sure she can pull it off?”

“She’s perfect for it,” Qin Qing replied confidently. Ling Ning’s drowsy appearance that morning was ideal for capturing sleepwear shots.

“Alright.” He Miaomiao shrugged, deciding not to question her friend’s choice.

Once Qin Qing finished her meal, they moved on to the interview, covering topics like fashion coordination and clothing design.

Qin Qing answered all questions with ease, her calm demeanor unwavering even when the questions turned personal.

“Qin Qing, just so you know, this question isn’t from me; my boss specifically wanted me to ask,” He Miaomiao said.

Qin Qing nodded in understanding.

“Why did you suddenly resign and get divorced?”

Qin Qing paused, then replied coolly, “As for resigning, I was simply burned out. The divorce is a private matter, so I don’t have much to say about it.”

He Miaomiao rolled her eyes. As Qin Qing’s close friend, she knew her friend was a workaholic who had once gone three days without sleep to finish a design. She even remembered asking Qin Qing what she was thinking about during childbirth, and her friend had simply answered, “clothes.” A few days later, Qin Qing debuted a new design that won a major award and caused quite a stir in the fashion industry.

“Alright, let’s move on to the photos,” He Miaomiao said, setting aside her notes and pulling out her camera to snap a few shots of Qin Qing.

“Wait! Do you think I’m dressed for photos?” Qin Qing asked with a deadpan look.

He Miaomiao finally took a closer look at her friend’s outfit—her long hair was slightly messy, and she looked like she’d just woken up. Even without makeup, her delicate features were striking, her silk nightgown accentuating her graceful figure.

“Oh… I see.” He Miaomiao quickly realized her mistake. If she’d taken photos like this, Qin Qing would have probably murdered her.

“Haha… the weather’s nice today, isn’t it?”

“Anyway, since you’re here and don’t have anything else planned, let’s wait until after lunch to do the shoot. Then we can include Ling Ning in it, too.”

“Ling Ning?”

“The girl sleeping in the living room,” Qin Qing explained.

“Oh, got it.”

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“Ling Ning, time to wake up!”

Qin Qing sighed, looking at the still-sleeping Ling Ning. Who was the boss here? She’d prepared lunch, but her “employee” was still asleep.

Frustrated, Qin Qing reached out and gave Ling Ning’s backside a light smack. The feel of it surprised her—it was unexpectedly firm and springy. Intrigued, Qin Qing gave it another pat, then began kneading it absent-mindedly.

Ling Ning was dreaming, imagining herself dominating in *Overwatch*, effortlessly taking down opponents with impressive moves.

Just then, she felt something odd, like a hand massaging her behind. She opened her eyes to see Qin Qing kneading her backside with an intense look on her face.

“You’re finally awake. If you’d kept sleeping, I might’ve gone under the skirt,” Qin Qing teased with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Shocked by Qin Qing’s shameless words, Ling Ning backed away, covering her backside and eyeing her warily. She swore to herself that she’d never sleep around Qin Qing again.

“Alright, enough joking. Time to eat, and then we’ll get to work.” Qin Qing chuckled, almost laughing out loud at Ling Ning’s “scared face” expression.

“Lunch?” Ling Ning glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing it was already noon. She couldn’t believe she’d slept that long.

As they sat down for lunch, Ling Ning noticed someone else at the table. Qin Qing introduced her as He Miaomiao, her old college friend and close confidante.

He Miaomiao examined Ling Ning with interest. She’d just learned that Ling Ning was only a high school senior. But after seeing some of Ling Ning’s earlier photos on Qin Qing’s computer, she couldn’t help but be impressed. In each photo, Ling Ning’s progress was obvious, showing remarkable improvement in just over a month. Talent was truly a remarkable thing.

After lunch, it was time for makeup. Ling Ning’s youthful face required a slightly more mature look for the shoot. Although Qin Qing had taught her a lot about makeup over the past month, He Miaomiao insisted on doing it herself to ensure it was just right.

He Miaomiao looked at Ling Ning’s smooth, baby-soft skin with a pang of envy. Why didn’t she have skin like this?

“I can’t help it—I have to squeeze!” He Miaomiao said, unable to resist pinching Ling Ning’s cheeks.

“What? What are you doing?” Ling Ning looked at her innocently, confused by He Miaomiao’s sudden cheek-pinching.

“Oops, sorry! Couldn’t resist. Let’s get back to makeup,” He Miaomiao said, embarrassed.

Once makeup was done, the photo shoot was straightforward. Qin Qing simply sat for her photos, posing calmly for He Miaomiao. Ling Ning, on the other hand, wore one of Qin Qing’s sleepwear designs and posed as if she were asleep—lying on the bed, slumped over the table, leaning against the wall, curled up on a chair.

Though being woken up repeatedly was annoying, the opportunity to nap throughout the session made Ling Ning more than satisfied.

He Miaomiao, however, watched in disbelief. She hadn’t expected Ling Ning to fall asleep on command. If she’d been pretending, her facial muscles would have given her away, but her expression was so natural that He Miaomiao couldn’t help but admire her skill—or perhaps, her sheer drowsiness.

“So, what do you think? Not a bad choice, right?” Qin Qing asked her friend, a smug smile on her face.

“Qin Qing, we’re good friends, right?”

“That depends on the situation. Normally, yes.”

“Then lend Ling Ning to me for a bit,” He Miaomiao said, watching Ling Ning snoring softly.

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Author’s Note:

So tired…