How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Whoa—”

Ling Ning was typing on her phone during class when an incoming call startled her. Fortunately, she always put her phone on silent as soon as she got to school, sparing herself a potentially embarrassing situation.

She checked the number—it was from someone she didn’t recognize. Who could this be? Some scammer trying their luck?

Just as she was contemplating ignoring it, the phone stopped vibrating, only to start again moments later. Ling Ning thought about it for a second before asking the language teacher for permission to leave for the restroom.

Since that day when she had disguised herself as her “mother” and given Yu Wen a good talking-to, Yu Wen had been a lot more lenient with her. He didn’t wake her during her naps in class, as long as she maintained her grades. So, he let her leave without much fuss.

Stepping out of the classroom, Ling Ning made her way to the restroom. The phone had stopped vibrating once more, but she didn’t have to wait long before it began again. Without hesitation, she answered the call. On the other end, a woman’s voice asked, “Is this Teacher ‘Zero’?”

“No, I—” Ling Ning was about to deny it, but then she remembered her pen name was “Zero.” She quickly changed her response. “Yes, this is Zero. May I ask who’s calling?”

Upon hearing her voice, the woman hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Teacher ‘Zero’… are you a young woman?” There was surprise and disbelief in her tone.

“If you mean the author of Put on Your Daughter’s Panties and Become a Magical Girl, that’s me.”

“Oh…” There was another pause on the other end. “I’m Xiao Xiao, the editor responsible for your novel. I wanted to ask if you’re interested in signing a publishing contract.”

Ling Ning almost laughed at the editor’s name. It reminded her of her old college friend and former editor, Xiao Xiao, but of course, this was a different world now.

“Well, sure, but aren’t you contacting me a bit late?” Ling Ning replied, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

She had looked into it—typically, if a novel had any decent quality, a contract offer would come when it had around 30,000 words. Her novel, almost at 200,000 words by now, had been ignored for ages—a sure sign that it was a flop.

“Uh… well…”

“Never mind, I get it. The story was probably considered a lost cause, right? So why the sudden change of heart now?” Ling Ning chuckled.

“Didn’t you know? Your novel has recently blown up in popularity. It’s currently topping the favorites and click rankings.”

Ling Ning blinked, momentarily dumbfounded. She hadn’t checked her stats in days, simply uploading her updates and then logging off. She had no idea it had gained so much traction.

“We’ve already sent the contract to your email. If you’re interested, please sign as soon as possible, and we’ll schedule a date for your novel to go live. In the meantime, we’d appreciate it if you could maintain your current update schedule. Thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll look it over,” Ling Ning replied casually.

While her tone was calm, her heart leapt with joy. After writing for so long and being practically ignored, this unexpected success was exhilarating. It turned out that gold would shine no matter where it was buried.

With the phone call over, Ling Ning hurried back to class. After all, she couldn’t stay in the restroom for too long. Xu Qing noticed her joyful expression as she returned and couldn’t understand—why would a trip to the bathroom make her so happy?

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At lunchtime, Ling Ning did something rare—she went home. The moment she stepped through the door, she rushed to her computer. Why didn’t she use a mobile app, you ask? Simple—she’d forgotten to download it.

Opening the rankings, she saw her novel Put on Your Daughter’s Panties and Become a Magical Girl proudly displayed at the top of both the favorites and clicks lists. Seeing this, Ling Ning thought, “I’ve finally made it.”

She opened her author dashboard, silently staring at the flood of comments that had multiplied by many times. Ling Ning finally felt a sense of familiarity with her past life—this indescribable feeling was something she hadn’t experienced in a while.

She skimmed through the comments. While many were positive, there were, of course, negative ones too. But Ling Ning shrugged them off easily—after all, in her past life, she’d faced plenty of criticism. She was used to it by now.

After reviewing her novel’s stats, Ling Ning opened her email and, sure enough, found a contract waiting for her. She spent some time reading through it, nodding in approval. It matched the details she’d found online. After saving the contract to her phone, she left her home.

She went to a nearby photo studio to print the contract, then returned home, signed it, checked it over, and quickly took it to a local “Everything-Connects Express” courier service to mail it to the publisher. The shipping cost ended up being over ten yuan, which was a painful blow to her wallet.

After dealing with all that, it was already past two in the afternoon. Class would start soon, but thankfully, “Everything-Connects Express” was close to her school. A quick jog and she’d make it on time.

Once she reached the classroom and sat down, she realized something awkward—she hadn’t eaten lunch. For someone who prided herself on maintaining a regular eating schedule, missing a meal left her feeling famished.

Checking the time, there was no chance to run to the snack shop. She glanced over at Xu Qing, knowing she was on a diet, meaning there was probably nothing edible in her bag.

That left only Xia You and Li Qian. Li Qian never showed up before the bell, so Xia You was her only option.

Turning her head, Ling Ning gave Xia You a pitiful look. “Xia You, um… do you have… you know, anything to eat?”

“Of course, Ling Ning. Want some?” Xia You said warmly.

Since feeding Ling Ning the last time, Xia You had made it a habit to keep a stash of snacks in her bag, just in case. Silently, she pulled out chocolate, biscuits, beef jerky…

Watching the mountain of snacks pile up on her desk, Ling Ning looked at Xia You as if she were “Xia You-Amon”—the magical version of Doraemon she always needed.

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Author’s Note:

The protagonist’s pen name has been changed. Honestly, using my own salty fish name was kind of misleading, so you all understand, right?