Who gets reborn with a daughter?

"you……"

Fang Yiyi felt so wronged that she was about to cry.

"Aya-nee, are you alright?"

Fang Chusheng helped Ling Jie up, his face full of heartache.

Jiang Yiling didn't speak, but simply shook her head slightly.

"Hmph! Why are you scaring us? That's too much!"

Fang Yiyi gently tapped Fang Chusheng's arm.

"I was wrong, I won't do it again. Let's go back to the hotel."

Fang Chusheng immediately admitted his mistake and didn't want to stay there any longer.

"snort!"

Fang Yiyi snorted coldly and stopped playing around.

The three of them quickly descended the mountain, and their anxiety gradually subsided when they saw other hikers.

Back at the South City Hotel, Fang Chusheng wanted to go back, but Sister Ling grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?"

He turned around and his body trembled violently. The scene before him was extremely similar to the one where he had led Sister Ling down the mountain earlier.

"Stay with me."

Jiang Yiling spoke softly, though she had already descended the mountain, the events that had occurred there still lingered in her mind.

"it is good."

Fang Chusheng couldn't refuse the pitiful and charming Sister Ling.

"Sis, let's take a shower."

Fang Yiyi suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chusheng instantly perked up.

"I...I..."

Jiang Yiling blushed slightly, not daring to look at Fang Chusheng in front of her.

"Ahem," Fang Chusheng coughed twice, "I'm going to buy some late-night snacks. You guys take a shower first, and I'll come up when you're done."

He wanted to stay here, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Hmph! I want the lamp-shaped plate! And I want that braised salt chicken too."

Fang Yiyi lived in Bailong County when she was a child and knows about the local delicacies.

"Okay, what about you, Aya-nee?"

Fang Chusheng looked at Sister Ling.

"I'm fine with either."

Jiang Yiling will not make requests proactively.

"Then I'll go buy it."

Knowing Ling Jie's personality, Fang Chusheng looked at Bailong Mountain across Songyin Creek after leaving the hotel.

"Have they been possessed by evil spirits these past few days?"

He squinted slightly, completely baffled by what had happened in the past two days.

"Why……"

With a soft sigh, he stopped thinking about it and went to a shop that sold braised salted chicken.

Salt-baked chicken is a specialty of Bailong County. The method is very simple: slaughter and clean the free-range chicken, dry it in a cool place, then rub it with salt to infuse it with flavor, then marinate it with cooking wine. After that, stuff the chicken cavity with dried shiitake mushrooms, scallions, ginger and other ingredients, wrap it in lotus leaves and put it into an iron pot filled with salt to simmer over low heat until cooked.

The salt-baked chicken at the shop is prepared in advance; if you want it made on-site, you'll have to wait until tomorrow.

After buying the chicken, Fang Chusheng strolled around the roadside for a while and soon found a roadside stall selling lamp holders.

The lantern-shaped plate needs to be fried and eaten immediately. While waiting, he took out his phone to search for any paranormal events in Bailong Mountain.

He had never heard of any supernatural events at Bailong Mountain in his previous life, but this time he actually found several posts about it.

The post was published last night. A netizen said he saw a mysterious ghost in Bailong Mountain, which scared him so much that he couldn't sleep all night.

There were few comments below, but a few people said they had seen it too.

"Outrageous..."

Fang Chusheng's lips twitched as he looked again at Bailong Mountain, which resembled a toad lying on the river, his feelings becoming complicated.

After a moment's thought, he looked at the woman making lamp holders and asked, "Auntie, has Bailong Mountain been haunted lately?"

"White Dragon Mountain is haunted?" The aunt was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Where would ghosts come from in this world? You young people just like to talk about these kinds of nonsense."

"Too……"

Fang Chusheng breathed a sigh of relief; perhaps he had misread it.

After buying the lamps and plates, he didn't rush back. Instead, he strolled around the streets, partly to ease his mood from the mountain and partly because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself once he got into the room.

Girls usually take a long time to shower, but only ten minutes later, Fang Yiyi called.

Fang Chusheng hurried to the hotel. While waiting, he bought some snacks, worried that one chicken and one lamp plate wouldn't be enough.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the door to room 403 was ajar.

Fang Chusheng pushed it away, and the faint scent of jasmine wafted into his nostrils.

"Yueyue?"

Fang Yiyi's voice rang out.

"It's me," Fang Chusheng said, entering the room and locking the door. "Don't leave the door open like that next time. What if you run into a bad guy?"

"knew--"

Fang Yiyi grumbled in dissatisfaction.

On the bed, she and her young mother had changed their clothes. Perhaps considering that Fang Chusheng would be coming, they weren't wearing nightgowns this time.

Fang Chusheng was somewhat disappointed; he had thought he would see Sister Ling in her nightgown.

However, Aya, even in her pajamas, was beautiful. She hugged the blanket and looked shy, not daring to look at Fang Chusheng by the door.

"Have you seen enough? If you have, come and help me blow-dry your hair."

Fang Yiyi said, waving the hairdryer.

"it is good."

After placing the food on the table, Fang Chusheng quickly walked to his future daughter's side.

"Blow carefully."

Fang Yiyi said meaningfully.

"That's for sure."

Fang Chusheng took the hair dryer and went to Sister Ling's side.

In his past life, he had blow-dried the hair of both Ling Jie and Xiao Bai. Blow-drying a girl's hair is actually a very tiring task, but it is also a sign of intimacy.

"Aya-nee, here I come."

Fang Chusheng grabbed his hair and asked.

"Mmm."

Ling nodded slightly, her face flushed.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The hairdryer kept blowing out hot air.

Fang Chusheng swung the hairdryer in one hand and fiddled with Ling Jie's hair in the other.

Lingjie has never dyed or permed her hair. Her hair is jet black and smooth, without tangles or split ends.

Because he was standing behind Sister Ling, Fang Chusheng's gaze unintentionally drifted toward the forbidden peak. If it were ordinary clothes, it might not be possible to see it, but these were pajamas, and the result was predictable.

Ten minutes later, Fang Chusheng reluctantly turned off the hair dryer. "Sister Ling, is it dry yet?"

Jiang Yiling stroked her hair and nodded gently, saying, "All done."

Just as Fang Chusheng was about to put down the hairdryer, Fang Yiyi's dissatisfied grumble came, "What about me? My hair isn't dry yet!"

"Um... okay, come here."

He felt somewhat helpless, having forgotten about his daughter.

After drying Fang Yiyi's hair, it was already 11:30 p.m.

Fang Chusheng knew he couldn't stay here today, so he looked at Sister Ling and said, "It's almost midnight. You can eat something and then go to sleep. I'll head back now."

Fang Yiyi immediately gave her young mother a wink.

Although Jiang Yiling saw it, she didn't say anything and lowered her head with a slightly flushed face.

"Sigh..." Fang Yiyi sighed helplessly and quickly said, "It's so late, why don't you stay here?"

"Um?!"

Fang Chusheng's eyes widened. Why did this turn of events feel so subtle?

"What do you mean 'huh'? You almost scared us to death on the mountain today. We definitely won't be able to sleep tonight, so we'll punish you by making you stay here with us."

Fang Yiyi snorted coldly.

"Punishment..." Fang Chusheng opened his mouth slightly and readily agreed, "Alright then, I'll sleep on the floor."

This is a double room with no sofa, and he doesn't think he'll be able to share a bed and dreams with Sister Ling tonight.

Fang Yiyi's lips curled up, and she patted the bed sheet with a mischievous smile, saying, "No need, you can stay here tonight."