Chapter Four Hundred Nineteen: Bai Ming’s Obsession
The next morning.
Because the Demon Clan’s advance team was about to set off, Young Master Sang woke up early and went out.
Long Huan patiently waited at home for the moving caravan.
Before long, a long line of wagons stopped at the door, and a gentle, virtuous woman jumped down, followed by a dignified and knowledgeable lady.
“Dragon Lady, right?”
The woman’s voice was pleasant and melodious, which made Long Huan inexplicably feel a sense of closeness. “Your family needs to move, right?”
“Yes.”
Long Huan blinked, a bit puzzled as to why the leading figure of the moving caravan was a woman.
But puzzled or not, since it was someone Young Master Sang had called, Long Huan believed unconditionally.
Soon, as the laborers began moving the belongings, Long Huan struck up a conversation with the woman named Zhang Xiaoying.
“…Life has been tough.”
Zhang Xiaoying said sorrowfully, “Ever since my husband passed, it’s just the two of us, a widow and her daughter, managing this meager business.”
“Sometimes we have no business and have to skip meals. We’re really thankful to Young Master Sang for taking care of us.”
Long Huan laughed lightly, “Ah, that child Zhe Er has always had a kind heart, there’s no helping it.”
“Indeed, Young Master Sang is both handsome and kind-hearted.”
Somewhere far away, Young Master Sang suddenly sneezed for no reason.
“Dragon Lady, it must be tough to raise a child alone?”
“Actually, it’s not so bad,” Long Huan replied with a happy smile. “Zhe Er is filial; the two of us depend on each other and live a simple and happy life.”
“Seeing the rosy cheeks on Dragon Lady, it’s clear you’re someone who enjoys the good life.”
Nearby, Bai Ming watched Zhang Xiaoying and Long Huan with curiosity.
With her knowledge, she couldn’t understand why two women who had never given birth could talk so naturally and skillfully about such topics.
No.
She was more curious about Zhang Xiaoying’s mindset in this little role-playing game with Long Huan.
Hearing the petite, youthful little girl in front of her refer to Zhe Er as “my child,” didn’t she feel shy at all?
“By the way, how old is your daughter?”
“She’s already twenty, not so young anymore.”
“Ah, she’s about the same age as my Zhe Er.” Long Huan smiled and glanced at Bai Ming.
Bai Ming: “?”
Instinctively sensing something ominous, Bai Ming was about to sneak away when Long Huan said:
“I see your daughter is graceful and dignified, matching well with our Zhe Er.”
“Why don’t… we let the two children meet?”
Zhang Xiaoying shot Bai Ming a smile with a glint in her eye: “That would be wonderful.”
Bai Ming pouted and made a face at her.
…Why was she taking advantage during a performance?
However, not wanting to derail things, Bai Ming kept silent, sitting quietly and typing away on her tablet.
But she had to admit.
After seeing Long Huan, Bai Ming suddenly understood why many men were particularly fond of the “Loli Mom” trope.
A delicate little girl who looked like she could be your little sister could lovingly pamper you like a mother, tolerating your whims and temper, treating you well unconditionally.
For men, this was a lethal combination.
And the fact that Long Huan was already stunning made the already intense setting even more pulse-racing.
Just the thought of being gently cuddled by such a cute little girl, resting your head on her flat chest while she softly coos you to sleep…
Hey. Hehehe.
Bai Ming suddenly felt her nose warm up and hurriedly wiped it, getting inspired to type like crazy.
“Miss Shui Ming, what are you doing?”
Long Huan curiously leaned over, glancing at the words Bai Ming was writing. She then frowned in mild confusion.
“…Huh?”
“Why does this content feel so familiar?”
“How could that be?” Bai Ming found it amusing, “Does your Demon Clan have yellow books too?”
“Yellow books… what are those?”
“Ah, that’s a long story, let me tell you.” Once she started talking about her area of expertise, Bai Ming was suddenly excited and ready to give a long lecture.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoying quickly pulled her back by the collar, then smiled gently at Long Huan:
“This child has never been too bright, don’t mind her.”
Long Huan: “…?”
——
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In fact, the belongings to pack weren’t that many.
After packing things up, Long Huan boarded the wagon, setting off with Zhang Xiaoying and Bai Ming.
Their destination was east of Buqi Mountain; according to Zhang Xiaoying, they could reach there in a day if things went smoothly.
Along the way, Long Huan seemed particularly interested in Bai Ming’s “yellow books,” constantly pestering her with questions.
“What do they usually talk about in yellow books?”
“Oh, it covers a lot of things: filial piety, maternal devotion, strong sibling bonds, and wild horse scenarios where younger boys get pregnant after some epic battle—”
Long Huan seemed to have only caught on to “maternal devotion” and immediately asked, “What does maternal devotion talk about?”
“There are many types. As we all know, filial piety is a traditional virtue. For example, when a mother has been lonely for too long, her son gives her a massage to relieve her stress—”
“Or a mother can tenderly help her naïve son by teaching him biological knowledge, comforting him by alleviating his stress, or even washing the child like when he was little—”
Once Bai Ming got into her comfort zone, she spoke passionately and endlessly.
Zhang Xiaoying next to her twitched her mouth, facepalming in despair.
Long Huan was listening intently; she even quietly took out some paper and pen to record something carefully.
“There are many kinds of outfits that can delight a son—like aprons made of nothing, low-cut shirts, backless sweaters.”
“Scenes can also be manipulated! You could pretend to come out of the bathroom without clothes and accidentally bump into your child, or pretend not to notice if he’s naked in bed and call him to get up in the morning—”
Bai Ming was like a teacher imparting her knowledge.
And surprisingly, Long Huan was genuinely interested.
One dared to teach, and the other dared to learn.
Only Zhang Xiaoying remained silently speechless.
Finally, when Bai Ming needed a breather, Zhang Xiaoying quietly poked her and whispered, “Aren’t you afraid of teaching the Little Princess so well that she might get naughty with her husband?”
“Isn’t that just perfect?”
Bai Ming’s eyes sparkled with excitement: “If Young Master Sang ends up doing something with the Demon Clan’s Little Princess in a plot-worthy scenario, wouldn’t that make for an incredible story?”
“If I could witness that, I’d wake up laughing from the dream!”
“I must install more cameras in their new place tonight to keep an eye on anywhere things could happen. I won’t miss any exciting moments!”
Seeing her excitement, Zhang Xiaoying knew it was pointless to say anything more.
Sigh.
Looks like.
Her husband’s stress was about to increase instead of decrease in the coming days.
