How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Is it just you and your daughter living here?” Ye Xuan had taken a casual look around the apartment, noticing that everything indicated it was just the two of them.

“Yeah.”

Ye Xuan glanced over at Ling Ye, who was engrossed in watching TV, then leaned closer to Ling Ning and asked softly, “What about the child’s father? Where is he?”

“The child’s father…? I have no idea.” Ling Ning truly didn’t know where Ling Ye’s father was. From the fragmented memories she had, she understood that she wasn’t Ling Ye’s biological mother, but beyond that, she knew nothing about Ling Ye’s origins.

Hearing Ling Ning’s words, a scene began to form in Ye Xuan’s mind—a heartless man abandoning a sorrowful Ling Ning and a young Ling Ye. Ling Ning’s desperate pleas, the man’s cruelty, Ling Ye’s cries…

Seeing the strange look on Ye Xuan’s face, Ling Ning felt certain she’d misunderstood something.

“Men are all scum!” Ye Xuan suddenly shouted in anger, startling Ling Ye, who had been watching TV, leaving her bewildered and unsure of what was happening.

“W-wait! I think you misunderstood—” Ling Ning tried to explain, but Ye Xuan cut her off before she could say more.

“You don’t need to explain—I understand. If you ever need anything, just come to me. I’ll definitely help you!” Ye Xuan’s sudden declaration left Ling Ning completely speechless.

“What exactly do you understand?!” Ling Ning thought to herself, frustrated. She was now absolutely certain Ye Xuan had completely misunderstood. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to become this emotional. Where was that usual haughty demeanor, that icy cold persona?

Realizing she had let her emotions get the better of her, Ye Xuan took a deep breath, calming herself. “Sorry about that. I got a bit carried away.”

She then checked the time on her phone and said, “It’s getting late; I should head home. See you tomorrow.” Before leaving, she walked over to Ling Ye and said with a smile, “Ye Ye, be sure to listen to your mom, alright? I’ll visit again soon.”

This was the first time Ling Ning had ever seen Ye Xuan smile, and she was completely taken aback. Ye Xuan’s usual cold demeanor melted away, revealing a smile that was truly captivating. Ling Ning couldn’t help but feel stunned for a moment.

After Ye Xuan left, Ling Ning hurried Ling Ye into the bath. If she didn’t say something, Ling Ye could easily end up watching TV until she fell asleep.

Ling Ning, meanwhile, took out a small notebook and sat down at the table to start writing a novel. Even though she had found a job, she couldn’t just abandon her old trade. Who knew? Maybe her novel would become popular, and she wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore.

However, despite wanting to write, she wasn’t sure what to write about. In this world, legends like Jin Yong and Gu Long still existed, and online literature was thriving. Every conceivable trope was already being used, and some of the genres she hadn’t even seen before because of the more relaxed policies here.

Closing her eyes, Ling Ning thought about the information she had gathered online yesterday, comparing it with the novels she used to write in her previous life. She realized her old writing tricks were now commonplace—if she just copied her previous works, it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference.

The biggest problem was that she didn’t have a computer. To go online, she would have to visit the nearby internet café. But heading to an internet café late at night as a young woman seemed a bit inappropriate.

“Sigh~”

Ling Ning sighed in resignation. Renting a better apartment cost money, buying a computer cost money, going to college would cost money, and even just living required money. Was it true that nothing was possible without money? There was a saying in her previous life that went something like this:

“I only have one hundred yuan—how can I make more money?”

“Become a call girl.”

“But I’m a guy.”

“Then use that one hundred yuan to buy a cheap set of women’s clothes, use those to make more money, then buy more outfits and make even more. Eventually, you’ll make a fortune.”

Alright, enough about this “compensated dating” nonsense. Though she did feel that she had quite the “powerful” look for it. Just then, Ling Ye came out of the bathroom, holding a dry towel, and burrowed straight into Ling Ning’s arms, ready for her five-star treatment.

“Ye Ye, what was that anime you were watching tonight?” Ling Ning suddenly remembered the anime Ling Ye had been watching at Qin Qing’s place. The animation style seemed pretty good.

“‘Magical Girl Xiao Ai’! Xiao Ai is amazing! She can even beat monsters with tons of tentacles!” When talking about something she loved, Ling Ye got a little excited, her arms and legs wiggling animatedly.

“Magical Girl Xiao Ai”—why did that name sound so familiar? It almost reminded her of certain… indescribable things she’d seen in her previous life. Was this really suitable for kids?

“And, and!” Ling Ye added, “In a few months, they’re releasing a spin-off, ‘Magical Girl Sae’!”

Ling Ning felt like she had heard something truly unbelievable. Was magical girl content just that popular in this world? While flipping through channels earlier, she’d also noticed that many stations were airing different magical girl anime, much like how certain famous cartoon sheep were everywhere in her previous life.

An idea suddenly struck her—maybe she could write a novel themed around magical girls. Something like a middle-aged man transforming into a magical girl to protect his daughter. That would certainly be interesting. With this thought, Ling Ning felt her creative juices begin to flow.

After drying Ling Ye’s hair, she couldn’t wait to sit down at the desk and start drafting an outline. She decided to work on the outline first, then research more online when she had the time. Combining these new ideas with some of the tropes from her previous life, she was confident she could create a fascinating story.

She ended up writing until the early hours of the morning, only reluctantly putting her pen down when she couldn’t go any further. It had been a long time since she’d felt this exhilarated while writing, with ideas flowing like a dam breaking.

Standing up, she stretched, glancing over at Ling Ye, who was already fast asleep on the bed. Seeing her peaceful face, Ling Ning’s lips curled into a soft smile.

Feeling a bit sticky from the day’s exertions, she realized she still hadn’t taken a bath. Quietly, she grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and tiptoed into the bathroom.

After her bath, Ling Ning didn’t use a hair dryer, partly because she didn’t want to wake Ling Ye, and partly because she felt completely awake even after washing up. She opened the window a little, letting the cool night breeze in. It felt like it had been so long since she transmigrated here, yet it had only been a few days.

She had wondered what she would do in the future, but thinking too much never helped anyone. She decided to take things one step at a time. At least she now had a goal—Ling Ye.

After all, she had inexplicably ended up in Ling Ning’s body, had suddenly gained a daughter, and along with that came responsibilities. She would not shy away from those responsibilities, neither in her past life nor in this one. Besides, she found that having a daughter wasn’t so bad after all.

After pondering for a long time, Ling Ning yawned—it was time for bed. She had work tomorrow, after all.