How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Eh~ Where is this place?”

Ling Ning looked around in bewilderment. It seemed like she was standing on some street. But she had just been sleeping—how did she end up here all of a sudden? Could it be that she’d unlocked some kind of superpower by accident? She shook her head, dismissing such an unrealistic thought. She wasn’t Saiki K., after all. No way that could be true.

Looking at the passersby around her, they were all dressed in thick clothing, clearly in winter attire. She was supposed to be on summer break—how could it possibly be winter? Yet, judging by the frozen, rosy faces of the girls walking by, it didn’t seem like an act.

Ling Ning glanced down at herself. She was still in her pajamas, yet she didn’t feel cold or hot at all. Even her bare feet on the rough concrete felt no pain. The wind was clearly blowing, judging by the movement of people’s hair, yet she felt nothing. It was as if she didn’t belong to this world… Wait a minute! Not belonging to this world…

To confirm her suspicion, Ling Ning swung a fist at a passerby. A bizarre scene unfolded: her fist went straight through the person’s body without any resistance, as if he were merely a phantom. And the passerby didn’t react at all, continuing to walk on his way.

“It… it went through?!”

Ling Ning stared blankly at her small hand, then remembered that she had just been sleeping. This had to be a dream, though the details were far too vivid. Everything felt so real, from people’s expressions to the texture of the buildings. Even the cat that had just scampered past her looked incredibly lifelike.

At that moment, a small figure came into Ling Ning’s view. Upon closer inspection, wasn’t that her younger self? It seemed like she was about ten years old, wearing thick clothes with her cheeks flushed red from the cold—adorably so. However, her face was expressionless, her eyes as lifeless as still water.

Apparently hearing something, young Ling Ning looked around, then headed into a nearby alleyway. Curious, Ling Ning followed.

As she entered the alley, Ling Ning too heard a sound—it seemed to be a baby’s cry. Young Ling Ning followed the sound to a box, where the crying was coming from.

Young Ling Ning carefully opened the box, revealing a baby girl, her face unusually flushed—likely from a fever. Young Ling Ning hurriedly took off her coat to wrap around the baby, scooping her up and running out of the alley.

“That must be Ling Ye~ I knew there was no way I’d have a daughter at my age. So, she’s adopted. But seriously, isn’t this a bit too melodramatic?” Ling Ning muttered, trailing after young Ling Ning out of the alley.

The moment she stepped out, the scenery changed. She found herself in a room that looked both familiar and strange. Wasn’t this the apartment she was currently living in? Though it looked a bit different. For example, the paint on the furniture wasn’t peeling yet, and the old antique TV was nowhere to be seen—perhaps it hadn’t been brought in yet.

Young Ling Ning now looked around thirteen or fourteen years old, holding toddler Ling Ye in her arms, drying her hair. So, this was a habit she’d developed since childhood.

Little Ling Ye closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying young Ling Ning’s care while cheerfully recounting her day. Everything felt so harmonious.

“If I’m not mistaken, these must be Ling Ning’s memories,” Ling Ning murmured to herself, touching her lips that had unknowingly curved into a smile. “Why does this make me feel happy too?”

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Ling Ning slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was still early dawn, the sky outside a dull gray. She looked at the sleeping Ling Ye beside her, feeling the little girl clutching her arm. It seemed she had returned to reality. She could feel new memories in her mind, ones that didn’t belong to Ling Ning.

However, the memories were fragmented—disjointed moments here and there, like the scenes she had witnessed in her dream. They felt deeply engraved in her mind, as if they were her own experiences. She could feel Ling Ning’s happiness, anger, and sadness, as if she had truly lived through it all.

Ling Ning tried to get up to use the bathroom but found her right hand tightly held by Ling Ye. She smiled helplessly, giving up on her bathroom trip. It wasn’t too bad—she could hold it in. Turning over, she hugged Ling Ye, closing her eyes once more.

She wondered if she could have that dream again, even just a little. She wanted to know more about Ling Ning and Ling Ye.

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The next time Ling Ning opened her eyes, it was fully daylight. The sun shone in through the window. She looked at Ling Ye, who was still sound asleep, then at the wall clock—it was almost nine.

Carefully freeing her arm from Ling Ye’s grip, she tiptoed to the bathroom. After freshening up, she tidied her bed-mussed long hair, picked up her wallet, and headed out.

The currency in this world seemed the same as her original world’s, even down to the portraits on the bills. The cost of living was probably similar too.

“Of course, an old building like this wouldn’t have an elevator…”

Ling Ning sighed, looking hopelessly at the long flight of stairs, her determination to make money solidified once more. After all, she lived on the 14th floor. Climbing those stairs every day wasn’t sustainable—she might actually die.

“Oh well, I’ll just consider it exercise,” Ling Ning consoled herself. But thinking about having to climb up again after buying breakfast made her feel a pang in her nonexistent… Oh wait, she didn’t have those anymore.

After much struggle, Ling Ning finally made it downstairs, only to run into one of the last people she wanted to see—her landlord. According to Ling Ning’s memories, this landlord was a dirty old man who frequently made thinly veiled suggestions about her becoming his mistress.

“Hey, Ling Ning, what a coincidence to see you today~”

The balding landlord greeted her with a leering smile, his eyes wandering lecherously over her figure.

Seeing his disgusting gaze, Ling Ning felt an urge to punch him, but she wasn’t in a position to make enemies just yet. So, she suppressed her anger, plastering on a cheerful smile as she said, “I got the day off work, so I slept in. I’m just heading out to buy breakfast for my sister. Let’s chat some other time.”

“Alright.” The landlord, clearly reluctant to let her go, added, “If you ever need help, feel free to come to me. Living alone with your sister must be tough.”

“If I ever need help, I definitely won’t hesitate to come to you, Mr. Landlord,” Ling Ning replied before quickly leaving. Help? More like he’d ask for “favors” in return, wouldn’t he?

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Author’s Note:

The reason she can’t be biologically related? Well, that’s an issue of boundaries, isn’t it?