High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

As night spread like ink, the lights of the apartment buildings in the Martial God Palace lit up one after another.

When Chen Feng walked into his apartment carrying two large bags of groceries, his eyes were much clearer than when he left in the morning.

It seemed that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for half a year had finally been loosened by Su Qingyuan's few words.

"Dad! You're back!"

Xiao Ning looked up at Chen Feng with her round face, her purple eyes as beautiful as two heterochromatic diamonds.

Chen Feng picked up the bag of groceries and shook it: "Have you been a good boy/girl today?"

"Yes! I tidied up the apartment and even watered the plants for you!" Xiao Ning nodded as she took the groceries bag from Chen Feng.

"Okay," Chen Feng smiled and carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

The apartment's kitchen, though small, was fully equipped.

Chen Feng put on his apron and skillfully turned on the tap to wash the vegetables.

The water flowed over his fingers, washing away the day's fatigue.

As a Heavenly Realm expert whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, Chen Feng cooks with great speed and precision, his knife skills as accurate as if he were wielding a sword on a battlefield.

The potatoes were cut into even, thin strips, and the ribs were chopped into uniform pieces.

Xiao Ning stood beside Chen Feng, watching him intently as he cooked.

"Dad, did you win the game today?"

"We won," Chen Feng said without looking up.

"Is Dad going to compete again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm going to fight Xiang Hu tomorrow."

"Xiang Hu? He probably isn't as strong as Dad, is he?" Xiao Ning's voice carried a hint of worry.

Chen Feng smiled.

"It's okay, Dad can beat him."

An enticing aroma soon filled the kitchen.

The pork ribs were simmering in the clay pot, and the sweet and sour aroma of scrambled eggs with tomatoes filled the air.

Chen Feng also stir-fried some shredded potatoes and stir-fried bok choy with garlic. The four dishes and one soup were simple yet nutritious.

"Dinner's ready!" Chen Feng announced loudly.

Chen Feng brought the dishes to the table, while Xiao Ning, who was behind him, served herself two bowls of rice and a large bowl of tenderly stewed pork ribs.

"Dinner's ready!"

Xiao Ning picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily, just like a greedy little squirrel.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Chen Feng smiled as he watched Xiao Ning eat, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Dad," Xiao Ning suddenly looked up, her mouth still full of pork ribs, and asked indistinctly, "who was that pretty lady who brought us here today?"

"Her name is Su Qingyuan, and she is my father's senior in the martial arts world."

"Oh~" Xiao Ning drawled, a sly glint in her eyes, "She's really pretty, even prettier than the stars on TV. Does she like you?"

Chen Feng choked a bit and coughed a few times.

"Children shouldn't talk nonsense."

"I didn't say anything wrong!" Xiao Ning said indignantly, "I could tell that the way she looked at you was different from how she looked at others. And she was watching you from behind all day long."

"Haha, okay, whatever Xiaoning says goes. But aren't you curious about who your mother is?"

Xiao Ning's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air, she forgot to chew the ribs in her mouth, and her round purple eyes widened in surprise.

"Mother?"

She repeated the two words, her voice as soft as a feather, with a hint of disbelief and bewilderment.

Perhaps growing up, Xiao Ning always thought that Chen Feng was her only family.

Perhaps she still thought she was a child Chen Feng had picked up from the roadside...

Chen Feng put down his chopsticks, reached out and gently touched Xiao Ning's head, his fingertips still warm from the bowl he had just held.

"Yes, you have a mother," he said softly. "Her name is Bai Fei, and like you, she has very beautiful eyes."

Xiao Ning subconsciously raised her hand and touched her eyes.

"Then... why have I never seen her?" Xiao Ning's voice choked with emotion, her eyes slowly reddening. "Does she not like me? Is that why she doesn't want me?"

"No, Xiao Ning." Chen Feng quickly patted Xiao Ning's back and comforted her, "How could Bai Fei not like you? She is the person who loves you most in this world."

"Where is she now?" Xiao Ning, I got it.

"Mom has left home temporarily and may not be back for a while."

Xiao Ning looked up at Chen Feng, her eyes brimming with tears: "Then why are you only telling me now?"

Looking into her wet, purple eyes, Chen Feng felt a pang in his heart.

He recalled Su Qingyuan's words, and his own years of escaping and concealing.

Perhaps Chen Feng always thought he was protecting Xiao Ning and Bai Fei, but in reality, he was always running away from his true thoughts and confusion.

"Because Dad was very stupid before." Chen Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly, reaching out to wipe away Xiao Ning's tears. "I thought if I didn't tell you, you wouldn't miss Mom. But I forgot, Xiao Ning, you've grown up now. You should know who your mother is."

Xiao Ning looked into Chen Feng's eyes, then hugged Chen Feng's neck tightly, buried her face in his neck, and burst into tears.

Chen Feng simply patted Xiao Ning's back gently without saying a word, letting her cry.

All the doubts and anxieties that had lingered for so long, and all the grievances of believing myself to be from a single-parent family, finally erupted at this moment.

He knew that this was perhaps a process Xiao Ning had to go through.

Only after crying can she truly accept this fact and truly reconcile with her past self.

"Dad," Xiao Ning sniffed and whispered, "you will always be my best dad."

"Okay~"

......

After watching Xiao Ning fall asleep in the room, Chen Feng slowly closed the door.

It closed softly with a click.

Chen Feng lay down on his bed in his room and let out a long breath.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. The ferocity he felt during the day's battle on the Martial God Ladder, the relief he felt while talking to Su Qingyuan in the evening, and the guilt he felt when he confessed the truth to Xiao Ning just now—all these emotions intertwined and settled slowly in his heart like a tangled ball of yarn.

He glanced sideways at the open window.

The night breeze carried the unique, refreshing spiritual energy of the Martial God Palace, clearing his muddled mind somewhat.

However, the leisurely time did not last long, and a very subtle system notification sounded in my mind.

[Lucky Contract System: New message notifications available on the Weiyang APP]

Chen Feng was taken aback, and immediately opened the Weiyang app.

[Wei Yang: I need you. Come to Dark City immediately. I'm in real trouble this time.]