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He wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to express it.
He himself was not a person who could easily express his feelings. Since he could remember, he had been a slave who had never seen his father or relatives, fighting his way up from the bottom. He had witnessed countless schemes, betrayals, and bloodshed, but he had never seen what a qualified father should look like.
He also didn’t know what kind of father a child wanted.
“Yu Yu, what do you think of Father?” Feng Xiaohan asked.
Yu Yu swallowed her food, looked at her father, and smiled sweetly.
“Father is a handsome man.”
“I know that. I want to ask… what kind of father do you want?”
“What kind of father?” Yu Yu scratched her cheek, seriously pondering.
Feng Xiaohan couldn’t help but feel nervous.
His daughter would probably like a gentle father, but he wasn’t gentle at all.
Or maybe she wanted a father who could play with her, but he couldn’t walk, nor could he play with her.
“I want a father like you,” Yu Yu said seriously, blinking her big eyes.
Father is the best father.
“Really?” Feng Xiaohan looked at his daughter for confirmation.
“Yes.” Yu Yu nodded and continued eating.
Her father was the best father in the world.
If her father were to spank her little bottom, then he would be the second-best father.
Feng Xiaohan’s mood instantly brightened, and he added another bowl of rice.
Indeed, a good mood makes one’s appetite better.
After finishing their meal, Yu Yu and Feng Xiaohan molded clay figures together.
Yu Yu glanced at the clay figure her father had made.
“Father, yours is so ugly.”
“I made you,” Feng Xiaohan shot back with a sharp tongue.
“Hmph.” Yu Yu huffed angrily at her father.
Father was a bad egg father.
“Not true, Yu Yu.”
Feng Xiaohan chuckled lightly and continued shaping his little clay figure.
After a while, Yu Yu tugged at her father’s sleeve to show him her clay figure.
Feng Xiaohan looked over.
“So ugly,” Feng Xiaohan critiqued sharply.
The nose was not a nose, the mouth was not a mouth; his daughter’s aesthetic sense was lacking.
“I made Father,” Yu Yu said proudly, looking at her father.
Feng Xiaohan: ……
As expected of his daughter, she held grudges just like him.
Feng Xiaohan reached out and gently tapped his daughter’s head.
Yu Yu mournfully covered her head.
“Father, you’ve now become the second-best father,” Yu Yu complained angrily.
“Oh.” Feng Xiaohan replied, refusing to accept his daughter’s complaint.
Yu Yu: ……….
She decided not to talk to her father anymore.
Feng Xiaohan looked at his pouting daughter and picked up an orange, peeling it.
Once it was peeled, he handed it to his daughter.
“Hmph.” Yu Yu angrily turned her head away.
“Don’t want to eat the orange?”
“Then I want rice cake.” Feng Xiaohan picked up a rice cake for his daughter.
Yu Yu glanced longingly at the rice cake, holding back; this was her father’s temptation with the rice cake.
Hmph, she turned her head away again.
Feng Xiaohan looked at the angry little dumpling and shook his head.
“You won’t eat rice cake either? How about candy?”
“The candy from this shop is quite famous; they make candy in various shapes.”
“This rabbit-shaped one should be milk-flavored.”
“What about this star-shaped one? What flavor is it?” Feng Xiaohan tempted his daughter.
Yu Yu couldn’t help but look over.
It looked so delicious.
“Father, Yu Yu wants to eat it.” Yu Yu turned and tugged at her father’s sleeve.
“It’s too late; you can only have one piece.” Feng Xiaohan handed the star-shaped candy to his daughter.
“Mm mm mm.” Yu Yu popped the candy into her mouth.
“Now tell me, what number of father am I?” Feng Xiaohan patted his daughter’s little head.
“Father is the best father.” Yu Yu sweetly flattered him.
Feng Xiaohan: Now that’s more like it.
After Yu Yu finished eating, Feng Xiaohan had her rinse her mouth, then called for hot water to be brought in.
“You go take a bath.”
“Father, help Yu Yu take off her hairpin.” Yu Yu leaned her head toward her father.
“I can’t do it,” Feng Xiaohan said after staring at his daughter’s hairpin for a while, realizing he didn’t know where to start.
Yu Yu sighed and glanced at her unreliable father.
I’ll do it myself.
Yu Yu stood on a stool and looked in the mirror as she took off her hairpin.
Feng Xiaohan watched attentively from behind, learning how it was done.
After Yu Yu removed her hairpin, she grabbed her nightgown and went to take a bath.
Feng Xiaohan stayed outside, reflecting on whether he was too inadequate as a father.
It seemed he needed to heal his eyes quickly and learn how to take care of a girl.
After bathing, Yu Yu changed into her satin nightgown, took a comb, and tidied her hair.
Then she kicked off her shoes and went to sleep.
Feng Xiaohan watched his daughter for a while by the bed before turning to leave Wangchuan Courtyard.
He arrived at Weiliang Courtyard, where Wujie was still awake, preparing medicine.
“Wujie.”
“Father has arrived.” Wujie set down the herbs and stood up to greet Feng Xiaohan.
“It’s late; what does Father need?”
“Is there still hope for my eyes?” Feng Xiaohan gently touched his eyes.
“Father, you finally care about your eyes,” Wujie said, pleased that his father was no longer neglecting his treatment.
“I want to see how things are now.” Wujie untied the silk cloth covering Feng Xiaohan’s eyes.
Feng Xiaohan closed his eyes, and the area around them was dark and bruised.
Wujie lifted Feng Xiaohan’s eyelids to examine the condition of his eyes.
“This…” Wujie frowned.
There was little hope for healing.
“It’s my lack of skill,” Wujie felt guilty, thinking back to when he couldn’t cure him, and now still couldn’t.
“It’s not your fault. Back then, he sent in 30,000 troops and his most capable general to poison me; it must have been lethal,” Feng Xiaohan re-tied the silk cloth over his eyes.
“Damn it.” Wujie’s eyes filled with anger.
He hated the person who poisoned his father and regretted not being able to cure him.
“Cough, cough, cough.” Wujie’s emotions surged, causing him to cough.
“Wujie, don’t blame yourself.” Feng Xiaohan reached out to pat his foster son, trying to comfort him.
Wujie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, his gaze determined.
“Father, I will definitely be able to cure you.”
“Wujie…”
“It’s already very late; let me take you back to rest,” Wujie interrupted Feng Xiaohan, pushing him toward Wangchuan Courtyard.
Once they arrived at Wangchuan Courtyard, Feng Xiaohan lay in bed, looking at his daughter, who was sleeping soundly under the covers.
His expression was pensive, as if he were contemplating something.
The next day, Yu Yu woke up and sat up.
So sleepy.
“Where are my… shoes?” Yu Yu couldn’t find her shoes.
All she saw on the floor were her father’s shoes.
Where are Yu Yu’s shoes?
Did they grow legs and run away?
“Father, my shoes grew legs and ran away.” Yu Yu poked her father to share this shocking news.
Feng Xiaohan opened one eye sleepily.
Shoes grew legs and ran away?
“Are they under the bed?” Feng Xiaohan leaned over the edge of the bed and reached beneath it.
He pulled out Yu Yu’s two embroidered shoes.
“They didn’t grow legs.” Feng Xiaohan handed the shoes to his daughter.
“Thank you, Father. Bye, Father, Yu Yu is going to work now.”
“Okay.” Feng Xiaohan nodded.
Yu Yu ran to her small bamboo house, changed her clothes, freshened up, and then slung her backpack over her shoulder and dashed out to the street.
Just as Feng Xiaohan was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, the system notification sounded.
【Level has been unlocked to level three.】
Feng Xiaohan was puzzled. How did it unlock to level three?
He hadn’t spent any money.
What was the standard for unlocking this level?
Was it money? Or something else?
If it was money, he hadn’t spent any recently, so that possibility was ruled out.
What else could it be?
The more Feng Xiaohan thought about it, the more confused he became about what it could be.
“How do I unlock level four?” Feng Xiaohan asked the system.
【Sorry, no information available.】
Feng Xiaohan: I really want to kick this ridiculous system.