How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Hey, National Day is almost here! Do you have any plans, Ling Ning?”

Early in the morning, Xu Qing enthusiastically reminded Ling Ning that the National Day holiday was just around the corner. After all, as seniors, they only got one day off a week, which was far from enough to relieve their exhaustion.

“National Day, huh?” Ling Ning yawned, stretching lazily. “I’ll probably just work a shift at the café.” Going out to play would cost money, but she could earn extra cash by working instead. Plus, the café would likely be bustling during the holiday, meaning better tips.

“What?! You’re going to waste a rare holiday working?”

“Well… I’ll work too.” Xia You, who was listening nearby, chimed in. She didn’t mind as long as she was with Ling Ning; with her around, even the hardest job would feel like heaven. Her eyes shone with devotion as she spoke.

“Xu Qing, we’re seniors now. At most, we’ll get a two- or three-day break. And just think, once we’re back, it’s straight into two weeks of classes. Doesn’t seem so appealing, does it?” Ling Ning said, sounding like a weary philosopher.

Xu Qing wanted to convince Ling Ning otherwise, but the bell rang, signaling the start of class. The teacher entered, and Xu Qing hurried to her seat, her words left unsaid.

The morning passed, and as usual, Ling Ning gazed out the window, her mind drifting. She couldn’t help but notice how quickly time was passing. Last month, she’d managed to churn out almost fifty chapters, but this month, she’d barely reached twenty. The thought left her feeling slightly embarrassed.

Ever since the memory fusion was complete, her drowsiness had vanished, as had the “cheat-like” abilities she’d briefly enjoyed. With those gone, she found herself focusing on her classes again, even taking notes.

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“Ring ring ring~”

When the school bell signaled the end of classes, Ling Ning packed up her notebook, ready to catch a free meal. As she was about to leave, Ye Xuan approached her.

“Ling Ning, a new restaurant opened up next to the school. Want to go try it out?”

“A new place?” Ling Ning’s eyes lit up. She didn’t care if the place was new or not, as long as there was free food involved.

The new restaurant was just across the street from the school. Being newly opened, it was offering discounts, and since it was after school, there was a long line of customers waiting to get in.

Originally, Ling Ning thought they’d have to wait a while, but to her surprise, Ye Xuan walked right in, spoke to a middle-aged man for a few moments, and soon they had a table.

Ling Ning looked closely at the man and recognized him as the school’s dean. Looks like Ye Xuan has connections, she thought.

But she didn’t dwell on it. Her only concern was the food. Recently, her appetite had noticeably increased, yet no matter how much she ate, she didn’t gain weight. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

After a satisfying meal, naturally, it was time for a nap. Following her principle of “if I can lie down, why sit?” she headed to Ye Xuan’s dorm room, where she’d become a regular visitor. Whenever she had a chance, she’d nap there.

For Ye Xuan, Ling Ning was a welcome guest. She didn’t mind Ling Ning’s frequent visits one bit—in fact, she secretly enjoyed it, using the opportunity to get close to her whenever she could.

Ling Ning quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

As she listened to Ling Ning’s steady breathing, Ye Xuan confidently approached her, ready to “make her move.” She’d done this countless times before, so she knew exactly when Ling Ning would be fast asleep and unlikely to wake up.

“Ah… Ling Ning’s legs really are amazing,” Ye Xuan murmured, gently stroking Ling Ning’s long legs, appreciating their beauty. Lost in her admiration, she didn’t notice the slight twitch in Ling Ning’s brow.

In her sleep, Ling Ning felt a strange sensation on her leg, as if something were lightly brushing against it. She instinctively shifted, pulling her leg up, but the feeling persisted. It even felt as if there were more than one hand on her leg.

Drowsily, she opened her eyes, only to find Ye Xuan intently stroking her leg. She was still groggy, so it took her a moment to process why Ye Xuan was touching her.

Ye Xuan hadn’t noticed Ling Ning had woken up. According to her experience, Ling Ning wouldn’t wake up easily—only a significant disturbance could wake her. So Ye Xuan was quite confident in her “routine.”

What she didn’t know was that Ling Ning’s memory fusion was complete, and the aftereffects were gone. She no longer slept like the dead.

“Y-Ye Xuan?!”

The moment Ling Ning spoke, Ye Xuan froze. Turning around, she saw Ling Ning awake, staring at her in shock.

“Oh, you’re awake. Not going to sleep a bit longer?” Ye Xuan asked, her voice slightly hoarse but casual.

“I…” Ling Ning was at a loss for words. Ye Xuan’s face was composed, but Ling Ning could see the fervor in her eyes.

“Hey, Ling Ning…” Before she could react, Ye Xuan climbed onto the bed, fixing her gaze on her.

Instinctively, Ling Ning wanted to scoot back, but with the bed pressed against the wall, she quickly found herself cornered.

In that split-second of hesitation, Ye Xuan lunged, moving with the agility of a panther. All Ling Ning felt was the world spinning as she was pinned under Ye Xuan.

Ling Ning tried to struggle, but to her horror, she found her hands and legs trapped, completely immobilized. Had she resisted right from the start, she might have had a chance to break free. But at that moment, her mind had gone blank, and by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.

Even now, she couldn’t fully process how things had escalated. She couldn’t believe she was so helpless that Ye Xuan could hold her down with just one hand. How weak am I?! she thought, frustrated.

Just as Ye Xuan prepared to take things a step further, a loud knock suddenly broke the tension.

“Ms. Ye? Are you in there?”

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Author’s Note:

I’m not the usual author, although I’m using his body. Seriously, is there no kind soul willing to lend me 648 yen? I really don’t need it for buying relics—trust me.