After meeting Qian Xunji, Zhao Ling returned to the Pope's Hall. Since the mischievous child Zhao Ping'an's flying ability had been restricted by Zhao Ling, the child was now obediently cradled in Bibi Dong's arms.
Zhao Ling leaned in and pinched the mischievous child Zhao Ping'an's face, smiling, "Good son, your father is going to Sea God Island soon. When I return from Sea God Island, I'll bring your big sister to Spirit City to play with you for a few days. Aren't you happy?"
Upon hearing this, the mischievous child Zhao Ping'an's face instantly fell. "Dad, if you want your son dead, just say so directly. Why beat around the bush? If my sister comes here, she'll beat me up every day, and I can't win against her, boohoohoo…"
"Mischievous child, what are you saying? Why would your sister beat you every day? Your sister is much more obedient than you, and more gentle. Everyone on Sea God Island loves her." Zhao Ling deliberately put on a stern face, then gently pinched the mischievous child Zhao Ping'an's face again. The chubby feel made him enjoy pinching the mischievous child's cheeks.
"Dad, can you please stop pinching my face? If you keep pinching, my face will swell up." The mischievous child Zhao Ping'an rolled his eyes at his father in dissatisfaction. This biological father of his pinched his face with no regard for tenderness. Didn't he know that a little kid's skin was very delicate?
"No, you're my son's face, why can't I pinch it? Besides, you mischievous child are so tough, are you still afraid of your face swelling up??" Zhao Ling paid no mind to his son's dissatisfied protests. He kneaded Zhao Ping'an's face, leaving the mischievous child looking utterly dejected. This father truly was his biological father, showing no politeness whatsoever. He now regretted why he had such a father.
"Alright, alright… Stop pinching." Bibi Dong, this time, also rolled her eyes at Zhao Ling in annoyance. "Why are you always pinching Ping'an's face? Look how red his face is from your pinching. Is that how a father acts?"
Seeing his wife Dong'er's dissatisfaction, Zhao Ling nodded and chuckled. "Okay, no more pinching. Your husband won't pinch this mischievous child; I'll save my strength to dote on you next time I return."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes fiercely in exasperation. "Can you not say such things in front of our son? Our son is a super smart genius. Don't teach him to be like you. If you teach him to be like you, who knows how many girls will be unlucky in the future."
"Mmm…" Zhao Ling nodded in agreement after hearing Bibi Dong's words. Indeed, he couldn't teach his son to be a mess. He was already quite a mess himself; if he taught this mischievous child to be like that too, it would be too sinful.
Zhao Ling leaned close to Bibi Dong's cheek, kissed her, and chuckled, "Wife Dong'er, I'm leaving now. When I return next time, I'll definitely bring Mengyan over. Let her help teach her brother a good lesson, and save you from being bothered by this mischievous child Ping'an every day."
"Mmm…" After being kissed, Bibi Dong nodded shyly, then watched as Zhao Ling tore open space and vanished before her eyes.
The mischievous child Zhao Ping'an almost burst into tears. He had already said he would never be a mischievous child again. Why did his father and mother still unanimously decide to bring big sister Mengyan to deal with him? Were these really his biological parents? Could he have been picked up from a trash can by his parents? But no, that wasn't right; he was born from his mother's womb, that was undeniable. His memories after birth clearly told him that he was definitely not picked up from a trash can.
After watching Zhao Ling leave, Bibi Dong turned her gaze to Zhao Ping'an's face. Seeing him about to burst into tears, she smiled and said, "Ping'an… you're about to see your big sister Mengyan. Are you very happy? You're crying tears of joy."
Zhao Ping'an, with a mournful face, replied to Bibi Dong, "Mom, are you sure these are tears of joy? Or why don't you let Dad remove the restriction on me, and I'll run away from home and stop bothering you?"
Bibi Dong, of course, wouldn't agree to remove the restriction on her child, nor would she let this mischievous child run away from home. She raised her hand and gently patted Zhao Ping'an's bottom. "What nonsense are you talking about, child? How could Mommy let you run away from home? Your big sister Mengyan is coming to play with you soon; you should be very happy."
"Yes, yes, yes…" Zhao Ping'an knew that no matter how much he struggled, it was useless. His father bringing his big sister to deal with him was already a certainty. Now, Zhao Ping'an only wished that time would pass faster, and that he would grow up quickly. Once he was an adult, he could leave Spirit City and travel all over the Douluo Continent. By then, he wouldn't be controlled by his parents and wouldn't have to live under his big sister's shadow.
Sea God Island, inside the Sea God Hall.
As soon as Zhao Ling appeared, he saw his daughter Zhao Mengyan playing a game with Poseidon. It wasn't a very exciting game, just playing cat's cradle with a string.
Zhao Ling smiled somewhat strangely at this. "Xi'er, why are you playing cat's cradle with the child? Is it that boring?"
Poseidon shrugged her fragrant shoulders helplessly. "Isn't it boring? Xi'er is now just one step away from becoming a god, and daily cultivation seems to be of no use. This child Yan'er also finds it boring, so I'm just playing cat's cradle with her."
"Daddy, Daddy, you come play with us too! I want you to play with me…" Zhao Mengyan fashioned a unique shape with the string in her hands, then approached Zhao Ling, looking at him expectantly.
"Uh… Daddy doesn't know how to play cat's cradle, so how about we don't? But Daddy has other games I can teach you to play." With that, Zhao Ling took out basic games like mahjong, poker, and chess from his storage space. There were also games like Three Kingdoms Kill, Heroes Kill, Werewolf Kill, and other types. Some of these games were created by Zhao Ling himself based on his memories, and some were system rewards he had received over the years.
It had to be said, the system was quite considerate, giving him some games from his previous life as rewards. This way, his confidantes, who were tired of playing mahjong, poker, and chess, now had new toys.
When Zhao Ling took out those games, Poseidon and Zhao Mengyan's eyes lit up. Although they hadn't played these types of games before, their intuition told them that these games would probably be a lot of fun. So, the mother and daughter pestered Zhao Ling to teach them these games, and Zhao Ling began to teach them.
For games like Three Kingdoms Kill and Heroes Kill, which inherently required some historical background, the mother and daughter were initially bewildered. So, Zhao Ling selectively told them stories about these historical figures, which they listened to with great interest…