Chapter 7: Baby Is So Confused

In the end, they took a cab to the residence. The little dumpling had been running around all day and was exhausted, dozing off the entire ride. She was only woken up when it was time to get out of the car.

Standing on the ground, holding Yu Mozhi’s hand, she still looked a bit dazed. Her soft hair stuck up in all directions from rubbing against Yu Mozhi’s chest while she slept. Combined with her blank little eyes, she looked like a living emoji.

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After being led a couple of steps, she finally raised her other hand, as if pressing a reset button. She rubbed her eyes, let out a soft yawn, then lifted her little head to look at Yu Mozhi and pointed toward the ordinary residential neighborhood ahead, full of signs of daily life.

“Daddy, are we going to live here from now on?”

“Mhm.”

This area wasn’t remote, but it wasn’t densely populated either. Most residents were older, making it quite suitable for the little dumpling.

“Then Mianmian will help Daddy pull the suitcase!” The little dumpling happily looked at the little flower on the suitcase, thinking Daddy must have had a change of heart—after accepting her gift, he wouldn’t abandon her now.

Thinking she might not be much help yet in bringing good luck, she puffed up her small chest and resolved to be a useful little koi in front of Daddy. She grabbed the suitcase handle steadily and started walking, huffing and puffing with effort.

“Yu… Mianmian.”

“Is Daddy about to praise Mianmian for being obedient and sensible?”

Hearing Yu Mozhi’s slightly hesitant voice, the little dumpling quickly looked up, her big eyes sparkling with a hopeful glow, begging for praise.

Because she was still so young, her speech was slightly unclear. That babyish, earnest tone made her all the more endearing.

Watching her struggle for nearly half a minute to pull the suitcase just a distance he could cross in two steps—

Yu Mozhi: …

They say children need encouragement to build confidence.

“Yes.”

It was a forced response.

“So I’ll do it.”

That part was sincere.

“But Mianmian wants to help! And also…” The little dumpling fiddled with her fingers, clearly struggling to speak. “Daddy…”

“What is it?” Yu Mozhi took the suitcase from her hands.

“Mianmian’s hungry.” Grandpa Jade had told her not to eat food from strangers, and the two small biscuits from the police officer were way too little. Now her stomach was growling again.

The little one was a bit embarrassed. From Yu Mozhi’s perspective, he saw her lower her little head and tug at the hem of her shirt awkwardly.

“Is Daddy still not going to give Mianmian food?”

That soft, babyish voice was undeniably cute—but passersby were suddenly giving Yu Mozhi strange looks.

Yu Mozhi: …What do you mean still not going to give you food?

Are you saying I’m starving you?

Resigned, Yu Mozhi squatted down with the little cutie, looked around at the nearby shops, and said, “What do you want to eat?”

“I’ll eat whatever Daddy makes!” Yu Mianmian rocked on her little feet, swaying her body back and forth, full of excitement and anticipation.

Back when Daddy used to refine pills, they tasted amazing!

Even now, the little dumpling still missed that rich spiritual energy and fragrance. Just thinking about it made her mouth water.

But Yu Mozhi froze, his eyes suspicious as he looked down. Their eyes, somewhat similar in appearance, met.

“You want me to cook…?”

The little dumpling nodded quickly. She was a soft, squishy bundle, like a delicate doll, and her eyes clearly said: My daddy is the best in the world! Daddy can do anything!

At least the Immortal Mo could do everything. The little koi had once worshiped her immortal daddy more than anything.

Now the role had shifted to Yu Mozhi. Staring into such adoring eyes—even if she wasn’t his biological child—any normal person would find it hard to say no. So the refusal got stuck in his throat, and in the end, Yu Mozhi tugged up the corner of his lips and took the child to the nearby market.

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That night, the once industry-renowned “aloof flower on a high peak” and ideal man of the mortal realm, Movie King Yu, held a potato in one hand and a newly bought peeler in the other, staring silently at the cucumber and pork on the cutting board…

(End of Chapter)