Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

  “Wah——” Sobs overflowed as the little thing hugged her daddy tightly, “Wuwuwu, daddy daddy, sh-she’s coming.”


  Shen Chuchen hid behind Ye Sang and hugged her chubby daughter while mumbling, “.……Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, daddy will protect you.”


  “.……” Duan Jinyan watched Shen Chuchen hide behind the little thing and sank into a period of silence.

  Who’s protecting whom?……

  “Pfff.” A young couple on the side noticed the noise and laughed.

  “She’s so cute.”


  “Hahaha this dad though, he’s hiding behind his daughter? Can’t he see that his daughter is going to cry?”


  Her villain daddy hid behind her and the little thing’s tears paused. She forced her tears back and thought that she couldn’t cry.

  Wuwuwu.

  But it’s so scary.

  “Little friend……” The staff who was pretending to be the ghost couldn’t help but lean in and tease her.

  “Wah……” Ye Sang couldn’t hold it back anymore and dived into Duan Jinyan’s arms, “Don’t come wuwuwu, I-I’m not a bad child.”


  “.……” Ye Sang caught Duan Jinyan off guard, who was watching from the side.

  He paused for a second and pulled his lips at the trembling Ye Sang in his arms. Then he slowly stretched his arms out and pulled her over.

  Duan Jinyan looked down and met with her frowning bun face.

  The boy’s cold fingertips pinched her chubby cheeks and smiled lightly, “Let’s go.”


  “I’ll take you out.”


  After Duan Jinyan finished speaking, a terrified Shen Chuchen immediately followed after him silently.

  He looked at the sky and the earth, except for the staff who were pretending to be ghosts.

  Very much like “as long as I don’t see it, I won’t see the magnificence of the world”.

  The couple behind them couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Hahahahaha, he’s such a handsome looking guy but he’s scared of ghosts!”


  “Oh my, the little boy is so calm. Hahaha, he looks really good, is he an idol?”


  “If that handsome guy the little girl’s dad? Ahhhh I just recorded a video, they are so cute!!”


  The father and daughter performed a male and female soprano show for the group of parents and couples with them.

  “Wah—— don’t bite Sangsang, brodda brodda hug! Wuwuwu.”


  “F***! Don’t freaking touch me! F***.”


  These two’s voices filled the entire haunted house and attracted everyone’s attention.

  They all looked at them.

  It would be fine if they screamed normally, but they were too funny. The little thing was trying to squeeze into a young boy’s arms tearily while the man behind them had his eyes closed while mumbling, refusing to look at where he was going.

  “Wah!” The little thing sobbed.

  She doesn’t want to play here again.

  It’s too scary.

  Duan Jinyan thought it was funny at first, but he gradually became numb.

  He expressionlessly dragged the little idiot in his arms and Shen Chuchen was behind him.

  He looked completely energyless.

  *

  After they left the haunted house, Shen Chuchen breathed deeply and finally felt he came back to life again.

  But as soon as he looked up, he saw people taking photos of him.

  “Hahaha this is too cute.”


  “Oh my, the dad is scared of ghosts, what a cute contrast.”


  “.……”


  Shen Chuchen: “.……” F***. There goes his reputation.

  He stumped forward while hugging the teary little thing in his arms tightly and moved his lips, “My little baby.”


  Ye Sang sobbed and looked up, “Huh?”


  “Can we play something more suitable for the world of living in the future?”


  What kind of hobby is it to go to haunted houses?!!

  Are they looking at ghosts, or are ghosts looking at them?

  Look at all the people taking videos of him, doesn’t he need face?

  After experiencing the haunted house, the two looked absent-minded and sat on the chair for a long time before recovering.

  “Daddy daddy, I want candy floss.”


  Ye Sang’s heart was quite strong. Before Shen Chuchen recovered, the chubby child had already pulled him to the grandma who was selling candy floss.

  “Candy candy!” The little thing jumped and looked at Shen Chuchen while waiting anxiously.

  As a dad who had no principles, he naturally had no problem with it.

  After he paid for it, he noticed Duan Jianyan, who hadn’t spoken at all next to them.

  The man raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you want one?”


  It was Shen Chuchen’s first time asking if he wanted something.

  Duan Jinyan’s lips curved up and refused without hesitation.

  After Shen Chuchen got rejected, he glanced at Duan Jianyan and laughed with a snort as he took the children away.

  But the grandma who sold fairy floss called him with a smile.

  “Hey, young man.”


  Shen Chuchen paused and looked over.

  The grandma looked at Ye Sang with a smile and asked thoughtfully, “Is your daughter and that boy over there going to be a couple that grew up together? Future son-in-law?”


  Shen Chuchen: “.……” What the hell.

  “No.” Considering she was a grandma, the man’s face darkened and he replied while pressing down his impatience.

  The grandma asked persistently, “So your daughter doesn’t have a future husband?”


  She quickly added, “What do you think of my grandson? He’s almost seven years old and he’s quite good-looking. Should we let the children spend some time together and see how they get along?”


  Shen Chuchen: “.……”


  Get lost.

  What kind of dog thing is he? How dare they have their eyes on his daughter?

  The little girl was biting on her fairy floss looked up and asked softly, “Daddy……”


  “What’s a future son-in-law?”


  Shen Chuchen pressed down her head, “Why does a child have so many questions?”


  The man picked up the child and pulled a fake smile at the grandma, “No need, my baby is still young.”


  An idea of a future son-in-law was definitely something that he’ll kill while he has the chance.

  Duan: “.……”


  He had a bad feeling for no good reason.

  *

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  Shen Chuchen sat down on the bench with the children. Ye Sang swayed her legs while licking her fairy floss while humming softly, melting everyone’s heart.

  Many young boys’ mothers couldn’t help but approach them with their sons and repeatedly asked Shen Chuchen many weird problems.

  Such as:

  “Woah, your baby is so cute. How old is she? Does she have a future husband yet?”


  “What do you think of my son?”


  Shen Chuchen gloomily glanced at the young boy who was crying and wiping his snort, smiling coldly.

  “My daughter doesn’t like crybabies.”