Mag, who was in the process of cleaning the dishes, cast a surreptitious glance toward Irina. Amy’s question was very direct and straightforward; setting aside everything else, was this slice cake enough to make Irina want to marry him?

  A chef who could evoke within one the impulse to marry them just with their cooking alone was most definitely a successful chef.

  Of course, there were countless such women lining up in front of Mamy Restaurant every day.

  However, Irina was different, and even Mag was rather curious about her answer.

  As soon as Mag cast his gaze toward her, he discovered that Irina was also looking at him with a smile, and their eyes met as a result. She licked the final dollop of ice cream off her lips, and a hint of a seductive light appeared in her eyes as she said, “I heard that your mother is the most beautiful woman in this entire world. Even if I wanted to marry him, I’m not sure if your father would dare to take me.”


  Mag felt as if he were a stray rabbit being scrutinized by a hunting leopard, and he withdrew his gaze in a rather fearful manner. Not only was this woman a little scary, she was extremely narcissistic!

  “Is my mother really the most beautiful woman in the world?” Amy’s eyes immediately lit up.

  “Hmm, maybe she shares that title with me. She’s the only one with beauty that can compare with mine,” Irina replied with a nod.

  “Wow, you’re the most beautiful elf I’ve ever seen, Big Sister Irina. If my mother is just as beautiful as you, then she must be super beautiful!” Amy’s eyes were glowing as she looked at Irina.

  At the same time, she wished that Irina was her mother. Not only was she the most beautiful woman Amy had ever seen, she also struck her with a sense of closeness and intimacy somehow.

  “Of course.” Irina noded confidently in response.

  Amy clapped her little hands together with elation, and said, “Then Father is the luckiest man in the world! He’ll get to marry the two most beautiful women in the world.”


  “Oh? Would he dare to do that?” Irina was still looking at Mag with a smile, but there was a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

  “.……”


  A shiver ran down Mag’s spine. He didn’t understand why she was scrutinizing him in such a threatening manner. After all, the so-called pair of most beautiful women in the world were both Irina, so she had no one to be jealous of!

  “Father is super brave.” Amy shook her head before turning to Mag as she asked, “Right, Father?”


  “Here, have some more cake.”


  Mag pretended not to have head the question as he placed two more slices of cake down on the table, dodging this dangerous conversation topic with a smile.

  “Indeed, he’s a very brave man.” Irina glanced at Mag with an ambiguous smile before picking up her spoon to eat her second slice of cake.

  Mag surreptitiously wiped the cold sweat that had beaded his forehead. What had he done to deserve this? He was suddenly feeling like an asthmatic!

  Was this what it felt like to be strangled by fate?

  Mag suddenly discovered that he was developing a hint of fear toward Irina.

  However, being in her company also somehow gave him a pleasant and exciting feeling.

  This was something he had never experienced in the presence of any other woman. He was clearly rather uncomfortable, but he kind of enjoyed this feeling for some reason……

  Could it be that I’m a masochist? Mag asked himself.

  Right at this moment, the system’s voice suddenly sounded. “A masochist or someone with masochistic tendencies stands on the polar opposite extreme to a sadist. A sadist is an enforcer who is clearly exerting some type of psychological abuse to the masochist, and the latter is resistant to this abuse to a certain extent, but also simultaneously looks forward to it. Due to the fact that these tendencies only arise in the presence of Irina, the system concludes that you’re a recessive masochist with selective masochistic tendencies.”


  “.……”


  “Why do you always research all of this weird stuff?!” Mag roared internally.

  “Your current vehement reaction is clearly an attempt to hide the embarrassment you’re experiencing from having your innermost desires exposed. This lends further support to the system’s assessment, which concludes that you’re a masochist!” the system replied in a calm manner.

  “Piss off!”


  Mag looked on at Irina with a complex expression. He wanted to deny the system’s verdict, but he had to admit that it did have a point. Just what about this woman was evoking this kind of strange reaction in him?

  Even though she was already Amy’s mother, she was still like an energetic young woman, a breath of fresh air.

  Even after experiencing so many hardships, she wasn’t jaded nor cynical in the slightest. Her simplicity and exuberance seemed to be able to culminate into a special type of charisma that was extremely alluring to those around her.

  Her outward beauty was absolutely breathtaking, but Mag was more interested in her beautiful soul.

  The entire delicious cake was completely devoured by the three people and two cats. Ugly Duckling rolled over and tried to shuffle over to Night in an attempt to knock it down.

  Right at this moment, Night suddenly extended a small black paw and rested it firmly on Ugly Duckling’s head.

  Ugly Duckling immediately relinquished all plans to attack Night as it lay on the ground, not even daring to move. It turned toward Amy’s direction with a pitiable expression, but it didn’t dare to meow for help.

  “That was a very delicious cake.”


  Irina placed her empty plate gently on the table before giving Mag a tick of approval.

  Mag nodded with a smile in response. It was naturally a good feeling to be praised for his cooking.

  Irina then turned toward Amy with a smile, and offered, “Xiao Mi, I’m leaving Rodu soon. Is there something you’d like from me? I can give you anything you want.”


  “Anything I want?” Amy looked up at Irina and contemplated this offer carefully before replying, “Then, can I ask Big Sister Irina to hug me for a while, just as Mother would?”


  Irina looked into Amy’s large watery eyes, and she suddenly felt a sob building in the back of her throat. She leaned down and picked Amy up in her arms as she gently said, “I also want to hug you like this every single day.”


  “You’re so good to me, Big Sister Irina.” Amy closed her eyes with a content expression. The floral scent rising from Irina’s body was very soothing, and Amy quickly fell asleep in her warm embrace.

  In her dreams, the woman on the moon finally descended with a smile on her exquisitely beautiful features. She slowly made her way toward Amy and enveloped her in a warm embrace.

  A smile appeared on Amy’s face as she murmured, “Mother……”


  Irina was choking up a little as she crooned, “I’m here.”