How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

Cang Kongjing stood silently in front of Ye Xuan’s room. To be honest, she felt a bit intimidated by Teacher Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan always had that expressionless look, no matter what happened, her face was always cold. But still, compared to those male teachers with lecherous eyes, Cang Kongjing preferred the cold Ye Xuan.

She waited for quite a while, but there was no sign of Ye Xuan opening the door. Just when Cang Kongjing thought Ye Xuan wasn’t in, the door suddenly swung open. Ye Xuan stepped out, her face dark and expressionless as she looked at her.

“Um… um… Teacher Ye… Ye Xuan, I… I…” Cang Kongjing stammered at the sight of Ye Xuan.

“Calm down. Speak slowly,” Ye Xuan frowned and said.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Cang Kongjing took a couple of deep breaths, and once she calmed down, she said slowly, “Um, the principal wants us, the homeroom teachers for the senior year classes, to go to his office. He has something to discuss with us.”

“…Alright, I understand.”

Ye Xuan really wanted to tell the principal to go to hell, but she couldn’t. She had to go regardless. Turning back into her room, she looked at the empty room and the open window, sighing helplessly. After this, it would be difficult to get another chance, wouldn’t it?

Cang Kongjing curiously peeked inside from outside the door. Since Ye Xuan hadn’t invited her in, she didn’t dare to step inside. She could have sworn she’d heard another voice just now, but it looked like there was only Ye Xuan inside. Had she misheard?

“What are you still looking at? Aren’t you coming?”

Cang Kongjing jumped in surprise, seeing Ye Xuan suddenly appear beside her. Stammering, she said, “I… uh…”

Ye Xuan sighed, then closed the door and grabbed the confused Cang Kongjing, leading her towards the principal’s office. Ye Xuan couldn’t understand how someone as clueless as Cang Kongjing ended up as a homeroom teacher for the senior year. Was there some behind-the-scenes deal?

⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱

Ling Ning walked back to her class, still feeling shaken. That had been way too close. If someone hadn’t knocked on the door, she might have been caught.

However, Ling Ning really couldn’t understand why Ye Xuan would act so strangely. Normally, she was so cold and detached. This behavior was completely out of character.

Calming down, Ling Ning thought carefully about Ye Xuan’s actions today, and she came to a shocking conclusion: Ye Xuan must be a yuri foot fetishist! That would explain why she was always staring at her legs!

Ling Ning glanced down at her long legs. Hmm… long, fair, and attractive. The kind of legs that would probably entice anyone. Yeah, definitely very alluring.

Normally, when Ling Ning walked around, she noticed many eyes on her long legs. For some reason, she suddenly felt a strange sense of shame.

To stop Ye Xuan from going further down this misguided path, Ling Ning made a careful and deliberate decision: she would start wearing pants from now on.

“As long as I cover them, it should be fine, right?” she naively thought.

⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱

The next day, Ling Ning put on a pair of casual pants she’d long forgotten in a dusty corner. As expected, Ye Xuan paid much less attention to her legs, which made Ling Ning feel quite relieved.

However, after wearing the pants all day, Ling Ning realized that skirts were still more comfortable. Was there any way she could wear a skirt and still cover her legs?

After some serious thought, Ling Ning remembered that Qin Qing had given her several pairs of stockings, pantyhose, and thigh-highs. But since they were such a hassle to put on, she’d thrown them into some random corner.

After rummaging through her things, Ling Ning finally found a pile of stockings. As for the variety of stockings, well, let’s not go into details. Otherwise, you guys would say I’m just padding word count. Come on, how could I be padding in a novel?

After a bit of research and trying them on, Ling Ning found the thigh-highs and pantyhose weren’t so bad. They weren’t as stifling as she expected, and the silky feeling was actually quite nice, almost too good to take off.

But… would wearing these really help? Ling Ning looked doubtfully at her long legs covered in black silk. It felt like wearing these stockings made her legs even more enticing. Somehow, she felt a strange surge of energy.

“Ah, whatever. I’ll try it out at school tomorrow and see,” she decided.

So, Ling Ning didn’t bother taking the stockings off and went to make dinner just like that.

Ling Ye came home from school, glanced at Ling Ning cooking in the kitchen, and was about to head to her room to put her things away when something caught her attention. She turned back to look at Ling Ning.

“Mom, why are you wearing those?” Ling Ye stared at her mom’s long legs covered in black stockings, unable to stop herself from swallowing.

“How is it? Do they look good?” Ling Ning asked.

“Uh… yeah, really nice,” Ling Ye nodded. Mom in black stockings looked even more enticing than usual. It made her want to… lick them.

⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱

The next day.

Ling Ning wore pantyhose to school. Although more male classmates stared at her, Ye Xuan’s gaze on her legs had decreased—actually, it was even less than when she’d worn pants. This was good news.

Ye Xuan glanced briefly at Ling Ning’s long legs covered in black stockings, letting out a deep sigh. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look, but if she kept staring, she might not be able to control herself. Did Ling Ning not realize wearing these was basically playing with fire?

“Wow, Ling Ning, your legs look amazing!” Xu Qing looked at Ling Ning’s long legs covered in black stockings, her voice filled with envy. Although Xu Qing’s legs were nicely shaped, they weren’t long, so she was quite jealous of Ling Ning’s long legs.

“Well, it’s just… Hey! Don’t touch them!” Ling Ning hadn’t expected Xu Qing to start touching her thighs right away. Even with stockings on, having her thighs touched like that felt a bit weird!

“What’s the big deal? Just a touch,” Xu Qing said, completely ignoring Ling Ning’s reaction. She found touching Ling Ning’s legs to be way too satisfying and really didn’t want to stop.

Since it was during class, Ling Ning couldn’t make any big moves to push Xu Qing away. She could only use one hand to block her friend’s “piggish hand,” but what use was just one hand?

Ye Xuan, expressionless, glanced at Xu Qing and then silently turned to write a question on the board.

“Xu Qing, come up and answer this question.”

“Eh?!”

⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱⊰⋆⋅⭑⋅⋆⊱

Author’s note:

I know some people might mistake Cang Kongjing for a certain adult film actress.

Ye Xuan’s room is on the first floor.