Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"No, no..."

How could I dare? My son is so mediocre and so womanizing. It's a blessing he couldn't have earned in several lifetimes to be noticed by such good girls.

Dad tried the food at the shop and it was indeed quite good, but I heard that not many customers ordered it. Do students from Tsinghua and Peking University prefer wontons and dumplings?

...They work one day and eat one day; if they don't work, they have nothing to eat. It's still much worse than being a teacher. It would be fine to do it when they're young and energetic, but they'll have to work hard when they're old. I really feel sorry for my son.

The father actually wished he could support Chen Ming for the rest of his life. How could he not love his own son? But he definitely couldn't support him for life, so he hoped that Chen Ming would have a job and be able to survive and have a secure life in the future.

The teachers are paid very well.

It's at least better than opening your own shop.

In business, who knows when you'll make money and when you'll lose money? Even small businesses have risks.

Seeing her husband caught in another dilemma, his mother, who knew his indecisive nature all too well, rolled her eyes, sat down next to him, and said—

"I think you're overthinking it. Besides, how much does a teacher earn? Can he afford to support so many daughters-in-law?"

"...Your daughters-in-law are all capable women; they don't need your son to support them at all."

"That settles it then. With so many outstanding daughters-in-law, even if Mingming encounters any problems in the future, they can help him. What are you worried about?"

"This……"

Dad was taken aback, as if what his wife said made a lot of sense.

With so many outstanding people around him now, who can accompany him through his entire life, what need does he have for his father?

He is no longer a child who needs his parents' care.

After figuring it out, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Looking at him, his mother genuinely felt that her husband was a troublesome fellow, like a little child who always needed comforting.

She leaned gently against his shoulder and took a bite of his biscuit.

"...What are you doing?"

"You don't look like you want to eat."

"Who said I'm not eating? Don't try to take it from me."

"What does it have to do with anything..."

……

Lucifer watched his parents flirting and smiled slightly before stepping aside. The landlady looked at the two cuddling together, wondering if she could be like this with Chen Ming in the future...

Living together, growing old together...

The little girl, filled with longing, sat on the stool, her tiny feet, clad in white stockings, dangling slightly in the air, and gently kicked them.

Ah Fu finished eating early. Thinking that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he decided it would be better to make some dumplings for dinner, so he bought the ingredients and started making dumplings.

Even though she has learned so many dishes, she still likes making dumplings the most because he taught her how to make them step by step.

Looking back now, it seems a bit too intimate of me to touch a girl's head and hold her hand on our first meeting.

But now it's a wonderful memory.

Every time I make dumplings, I can almost feel the warmth of his hands.

Listening to his instructions...

"Why are you busy again?"

"Hey?"

A-Fu seemed so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Chen Ming coming to the dining table until he put his mouth to her ear and spoke softly.

She blushed again; Ah Fu was always very shy. She said—

"I've already had breakfast, and there's nothing else to do, so..."

"Nothing to do?"

Chen Ming blinked, looking at the delicate, pretty face, so fair and tender, like tofu, making one want to take a bite. But there were other people around, so he decided against it.

He poked her cheek and said—

"Don't you still have martial arts practice to prepare for?"

"Perform martial arts?"

Mom looked over and said—

"Is Ah Fu a martial arts practitioner? He looks so thin, I thought he would just teach some theory, but does he have to go through the drills himself?"

"Ah, that... it was just some drills."

Afu waved his hand and explained.

Since Chen Ming hadn't decided to reveal everyone's true identities beforehand, he was currently using ambiguous statements to conceal the truth from his parents.

Fortunately, my parents didn't mind. They just knew that the girls were all good girls. They believed that after so many years of navigating the world, they had the ability to judge people.

Mother's care is genuine—

"Be careful, don't get hurt, okay? Since there's something so important, go and rest now. Leave this to me."

"Huh? But..."

Afu seemed to want to hold on a little longer.

But Chen Ming also said—

"Alright, my great sword immortal, go and rest for a bit. Didn't you say our opponent this time is something special? Go and prepare."

It is said that a certain unorthodox emperor has already entered the top ten. Today he will fight Lu Bu. Regardless of whether Lu Bu wins or that emperor wins, A Fu will face a formidable enemy.

Ah Fu doesn't want to leave yet.

Chen Ming was getting impatient. What to do when the little maid in the house refused to rest? Of course, you'd just have to spank her if she disobeyed.

He reached out and, amidst Afu's gasp, picked her up.

"Hey...hey? Um..."

Afu was lifted up in his arms and nestled against him. In front of everyone, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, her pale hands resting on his chest.

As Chen Ming left, escorting her back to her room, he said—

"Cerberus is already building the gate, and he'll be able to take you back to school soon."

With a stable point already established at the school, Cerberus only needs to connect from there.

"Um……"

Ah Fu's voice was very soft and shy.

Chen Ming tossed her onto the bed, pressed down on her slender back, and said with a smile—

“You never listen to rest, so today I’m going to really spank you.”

"Hey hey hey?"

Afu turned around with difficulty, her gray eyes watching him raise his hand.

Chapter 226 *Slap! Slap! Slap!*

Dongyi came to eat with Chen Ming, but as soon as they arrived, Chen Ming took Afu to rest.

She watched Chen Ming's figure.

It's not a big deal that her husband is holding another woman, after all, she's a maid she brought with her as part of her dowry. Logically speaking, she should be taken care of by A-Fu in the future, since she herself is a good-for-nothing who just freeloads.

They were worse off than even the maids, but at least they had food to eat.

She took a delicious bite of the pancake.

Cerberus, also having a clone eat, wanted to follow his master, but Lucifer stopped him, saying—

"Let's eat first."

"Well……"

Cerberus ate his food obediently, since his master was right next door and there was no need to rush.

Miss Angel also followed Chen Ming's gaze, looking somewhat absent-minded. Was her dependence on Chen Ming getting worse?

Dong glanced at her, handed her the pancake, and said that since her husband wasn't home, she could just take care of his pet—it was nothing more than a small favor.

She looked at his seat, where breakfast was still uneaten, and then took Afu to rest.

Having a harem seems to be the dream of many men, but in reality, it takes a lot of time and energy to truly protect the girls.

Dongyi used to occasionally see him playing games, but lately it's been much less frequent. He always lets her play with his phone while he takes care of this person and that person...

Time is always so busy, how long has it been since I had a moment of peace and quiet by myself?

"...What an idiot."

Dong Yi chuckled softly. This is the consequence of greed. The happiness you gain is directly proportional to the effort you put in. The more affection you want to receive, the more you have to give.

What a gentle guy...

Thinking of this, Dongyi touched his buttocks, still vaguely feeling something...

If only I could wake her up more gently. At first it was just a pat on the thigh, but now it's a real spanking... really...

If I weren't his wife, then I would really be acting like a scoundrel.

It hurts so much...

Even if your butt is fleshy, it can still get damaged, and then how can you use it...?

……

……

Afu's slender legs struggled slightly on the bed, but he gently pressed down on her smooth back, not wanting her to get up, so she didn't get up.

Her hands unconsciously reached behind her to cover her round, perky buttocks, but her slender hands couldn't quite conceal their fullness.

Her eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment as she said—