How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Mom, I’m home~”

Ling Ning almost choked, feeling blood rush to her throat. This didn’t make any sense! At her age, how could she possibly have a daughter? Besides, she had checked herself thoroughly while showering—everything was still intact. How could she have a girlfrie—no! A daughter!?

“What’s wrong? Did you fry your brain from the fever or something?”

The little girl bounced over to Ling Ning, standing on tiptoe to touch her forehead. After a moment, she spoke, puzzled. “I swear, when I left, the fever had already gone down. You should be fine.”

“Who… who are you?” Ling Ning asked in a daze, as if by reflex.

“Are you seriously confused from the fever? I’m your daughter, Ling Ye. If you’re okay, hurry up and make dinner. I’m starving.” Ling Ye said this while hopping onto the bed and turning on the TV.

Ling Ning stared blankly at the little girl before her. Her long hair was styled into twin pigtails, and her big eyes were glued to the comedy show on TV, her small face lit up with a cheerful smile. Ling Ning also noticed that when she smiled, two adorable dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

This little pigtail-wearing loli… Even someone like Ling Ning, who wasn’t into lolis, felt an urge to awaken something deep inside. But this was her daughter. Her daughter. Her daughter… daughter… daughter…

Frustrated, Ling Ning ruffled her short hair. She had far too little information right now. If only there were a diary! Honestly, young people these days should write more diaries. It’s such a good habit. Ugh, whatever—no point in overthinking it. Might as well go make dinner.

Seeing Ling Ning head into the kitchen, Ling Ye cautiously tiptoed over to peek inside. Seeing her busy cooking, she returned to the bed, flopped down on it, and buried her face into Ling Ning’s pillow, wearing an expression that was hardly better than an addict’s.

“Mommy’s scent…”

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“What’s with you today?” Ling Ye asked, staring at Ling Ning with an expression of utter bewilderment.

“What do you mean?” At Ling Ye’s words, Ling Ning’s body immediately stiffened. Had she slipped up somewhere?

Ling Ye pointed to the dishes on the table, excitement in her voice. “Look at what you’ve cooked. It’s not like this usually!”

Ling Ning picked up some of the greens, tasting them, and nodded with satisfaction. Apparently, her skills hadn’t deteriorated after all this time.

“I think it’s pretty good~”

“That’s exactly the problem. It’s way too good. Usually, your cooking is barely edible.” As soon as she spoke, Ling Ye stuffed another mouthful of food in her mouth, only to choke on it.

Seeing Ling Ye’s pained expression, Ling Ning suddenly felt a pang of concern. She quickly poured a cup of water and handed it to her, patting her back gently. “Don’t eat so fast, no one’s fighting you for it.”

“It’s just… been so long since I’ve eaten anything this good…” Ling Ye pouted.

For the rest of dinner, Ling Ye behaved herself, but most of the food still ended up in her stomach. Ling Ning only ate a small amount, realizing that since her transformation, her appetite had greatly reduced—she was full after just a few bites.

Watching Ling Ye’s blissful expression, Ling Ning had a sudden thought. She wanted to make their life better. She wanted Ling Ye to have a good life, to be able to give her more.

Looks like tomorrow I’ll need to figure out a way to make some money. But with my intelligence and the perks of being a transmigrator, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? Worst case, I could do compensated dating. With this face and this body… tsk, tsk, tsk. Just kidding, though—no way I’d actually do that.

“Mom, have you seen my black lace panties? I swear I brought them in yesterday.” Ling Ye crouched in front of the wardrobe, still rummaging for her missing underwear.

At her words, Ling Ning looked down in silence. No wonder those panties seemed a bit small—they weren’t even hers. Seriously, is it really okay for a little loli to be wearing such sexy underwear?

“Uh, why don’t you just wear a different pair for now? Maybe they’ll turn up tomorrow.”

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Having finished washing the dishes, Ling Ning sat on the bed, bored, watching TV with the electric fan turned up to full blast. The cool air felt wonderfully refreshing.

Just then, Ling Ye emerged from the bathroom, having finished her bath, and threw herself into Ling Ning’s arms. Ling Ning instinctively caught her, noticing her hair was still damp—clearly, she hadn’t dried it properly. Before she could say anything, Ling Ye handed her a dry towel, her intentions quite obvious.

“Sigh…”

Ling Ning sighed in resignation, took the towel, and expertly began to dry Ling Ye’s long hair. She didn’t know why, but even though it was her first time drying someone else’s hair, it felt as if she’d done it a thousand times before. It was such a strange feeling that it left Ling Ning momentarily dazed.

Feeling Ling Ning’s gentle hands on her head, Ling Ye’s eyes narrowed in comfort, like a little kitten being petted, her whole demeanor exuding a sense of lazy contentment.

“All done~”

Ling Ning gently placed Ling Ye back on the bed before getting up to wash and hang the towel. She also went to the bathroom to wash the clothes from that day.

While washing, Ling Ning found that familiar feeling returning. Despite only ever knowing how to stomp on laundry to wash it, she was suddenly washing clothes with unexpected proficiency. Could it be that Ling Ning’s consciousness was still lingering somewhere inside her body?

When she finished washing the clothes, she found Ling Ye already asleep in bed. Ling Ning shook her head helplessly, adjusted Ling Ye’s position, and covered her with the blanket. Though it was summer, the night air was surprisingly cool. She still had no idea what city she was in.

She then turned off the light and lay down on the bed. This was the first time since breaking up with her girlfriend that Ling Ning had slept next to a girl, but she didn’t feel any particular excitement. First off, she no longer had the “tools of the trade,” and second, who in their right mind would make a move on a little girl, especially their own daughter?

Thinking about everything that had happened today, Ling Ning couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy. Why had things turned out like this? I was supposed to… Ahem! It’s not like there was anything that led to this sudden transmigration. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made.

And so, as she continued pondering, Ling Ning eventually fell into a deep sleep.

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Author’s Note:

“I want clicks, recommendations, rewards…” said the salted fish as it waved its tentacles.