Chapter 4

Zhang Han hurriedly started to soothe the little girl, while he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

They say women are made of water, but in fact, children are the ones made of water, especially little girls.

Zhang Han, who was experiencing the life of a new dad for the first time, felt a bit embarrassed. Soothing a child really is a skill.

"Little treasure," after soothing her, Zhang Han thought for a moment and said, "Daddy asks you, which country are you from?"

"I am... a Chinese person," the little princess replied in a babyish voice.

"That's not right," Zhang Han said, "Look, your name is Emily, aren't you a North American?"

"That's not right," the little princess was unhappy, pouting in protest, "I am... a Chinese person, my hair is... black! My eyes are... black! They are all black, black! I am a Chinese person!"

"If you are a Chinese person, you can't be called Emily. Emily is a foreigner's name. If you are called Emily, then you are a foreigner," Zhang Han gradually led her on.

How could a child understand? She directly protested:

"I... am not a foreigner! Emily is a foreigner, I don't want to be Emily anymore!"

"Hehehe..." Zhang Han laughed like a creepy uncle and said, "Then what do you want to be called?"

"Um?" The little princess was instantly stunned, not knowing how to answer.

"You are called Zhang Yumeng, and your nickname is Mengmeng."

"I..." The little princess pointed at herself and said in a babyish voice, "Zhang... Yu... Meng, Mengmeng... Mengmeng Meng."

"Right," Zhang Han grinned widely.

The little princess also kept saying, "Mengmeng, Mengmeng."

Successfully making the little girl accept her new name, Zhang Han felt as if he had won a battle.

"Daddy's clothes are too dirty, Daddy will change into a new set."

Zhang Han placed the little princess on the old sofa, walked to the fabric wardrobe, and pulled the zipper. The scene inside made his facial muscles tremble uncontrollably.

The wardrobe, though not small, contained only a few sets of clothes, and they were all old and dirty.

Then, Zhang Han's gaze swept over the shabby and messy room, and finally, through the mirror, he saw himself, who was extremely disheveled. He couldn't help but sigh:

"I really forgot I had such a miserable time!"

"If I were to talk about my poor state in the cultivation world, probably no one would believe it."

Zhang Han was born into a wealthy family and had always lived a life of luxury.

Although he had been in a poor state for a while, after entering the cultivation world, his quality of life had improved by several levels.

"I lived in a supreme immortal palace!"

"I drank ten-thousand-year-old immortal wine!"

"I ate the best delicacies from all the heavens and worlds!"

"Even when I went out, I would ride in a nine-dragon war chariot, and wherever I went, ten thousand people would bow in worship!"

But looking at the current scene, Zhang Han couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mengmeng, do you want to go out for a walk with Daddy?" Zhang Han asked casually.

"Okay, Mengmeng likes to play with Daddy," Mengmeng said happily.

It must be said that children have a very strong learning ability. After a few sentences, she had already remembered the name her father hastily gave her.

Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, packing all of Mengmeng's items into her suitcase.

When he opened the suitcase, he saw a stack of ten thousand yuan bills neatly placed in the corner.

This was left by Mengmeng's mother, Ziyuan. Zhang Han, of course, didn't plan to touch this money, but seeing it reminded him of the argument he had with Ziyuan a few days ago.

Zhang Han used to think that so-called celebrities were just actors. He said this during the argument, which made Ziyuan tremble with anger.

But now, Zhang Han no longer had this thought, because his name, Han Yang Xianjun, was also well-known in the cultivation world, fundamentally not much different from a celebrity.

After packing Mengmeng's luggage, Zhang Han took out some cash from the bedside table, about twenty thousand yuan. This was given to him by his sister, and since Zhang Han rarely went out, he had saved some over time.

"Daddy, are we not coming back?" Mengmeng pointed at the suitcase in Zhang Han's hand and asked.

"Not coming back, Daddy will take you to enjoy life," Zhang Han held the suitcase in his left hand and picked up Mengmeng with his right.

"Okay, to enjoy life," Mengmeng raised her little arms happily.

Going downstairs, Zhang Han put the luggage in the trunk, placed the little girl in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. Then, he drove the car forward.

Not far away, he saw a barbershop.

Zhang Han got out of the car with Mengmeng.

Seeing this father-daughter duo, the staff at the barbershop looked a bit strange.

A disheveled uncle and a cute little princess together felt very odd. Could he be a child trafficker?

However, after the manager finished cutting Zhang Han's hair, everyone's eyes lit up.

"This guy's appearance is quite spirited," they thought to themselves.

Without the cover of his hair, Zhang Han's chiseled face gave off a very sunny vibe. Though not a stunningly handsome man, he was still quite good-looking.

"Daddy, so cool," the little princess, who had been sitting on a chair nearby, praised.

Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, paid the money, and carried Mengmeng out.

After getting back in the car, Zhang Han said with a serious face:

"Mengmeng."

"Ah."

"You, when you're outside, be a bit bolder. You are Zhang Han's daughter. Do whatever you want. Even if you break the sky, your father can handle it for you, understand?" Zhang Han taught her earnestly.

"Okay, Daddy, but the sky is too high, I, I can't reach it," Mengmeng said cutely.

"Hey, what's the problem? When Daddy takes you to fly in the sky, you'll be able to reach it," Zhang Han laughed and said, "Daddy is just telling you that wherever you are, don't be afraid of anything. Say what you want to say. When we get to the mall, Daddy will teach you to practice being bold."

"Okay, to the mall, practice being bold," Mengmeng raised her little hand and said.

So, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to a nearby large mall.

Inside, Zhang Han bought a new outfit, a white shirt, a black casual jacket, and a pair of casual shoes. He also bought a set of new clothes for changing, spending nearly twenty thousand yuan in total, all from international mid-range brands. This was the result of Zhang Han's unsatisfactory selection.

A person's appearance is like a horse's saddle. Wearing new clothes, Zhang Han's entire demeanor improved, making him look like a successful person, holding his cute daughter while shopping in the mall.

Before leaving the mall, Zhang Han said to the little princess:

"Mengmeng, we need to practice being a bit bolder now."

"Okay, practice!" Mengmeng agreed, lying in his arms.

"Now, Mengmeng, look at these people in front of you and say loudly: 'You insignificant ants, do not make a fuss in front of me!' Come on, say it," Zhang Han encouraged.

"Um..." Mengmeng pouted, wanting to speak, but seeing the crowd and the many people looking at her, she quickly hid in Zhang Han's arms, timidly saying, "I, I don't dare."

Zhang Han's face froze, and he helplessly negotiated with Mengmeng. In the end, under the temptation of ice cream, Mengmeng finally mustered the courage, blinking her clear eyes, and said loudly but still in a babyish voice:

"You, you insignificant ants, do not, do not make a fuss in front of me~"

As soon as she said this, it immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people. Most of them couldn't help but laugh, captivated by Mengmeng's cuteness.

"Ah..."

Seeing so many people looking at her, the little princess shyly hid her head in Zhang Han's arms.

Zhang Han helplessly patted Mengmeng's head, feeling that making her bolder and more confident would be a long and arduous task.

A middle-aged woman behind Zhang Han, who had been watching the whole scene, scolded him angrily:

"How do you educate your child? It's indecent! The world is getting worse! Truly incomprehensible!"

Zhang Han ignored her, smiling and buying Mengmeng an ice cream as a reward, then carried her out of the mall.

Zhang Han's original intention was to make Mengmeng bolder and less timid. However, being a new father, he didn't know how to educate her. If this continued, he might end up raising a little devil.

Fortunately, Ziyuan found them a few days later. Even so, under Zhang Han's education for a few days, Mengmeng later did many things that troubled her father.

But Zhang Han enjoyed it. In his view, raising a little devil was no problem; he wanted his daughter to be the happiest and most fearless in the world!

Driving a brand new bright red Ferrari, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to a five-star hotel called Lingyue.

With a luxury car and high-end attire, though he had a little princess in his arms, Zhang Han still attracted the flirtatious glances of the hotel's female receptionist.

It was clear that if Zhang Han had any intentions, the female receptionist wouldn't mind developing a deeper relationship.

But they didn't know that Zhang Han only had about six thousand yuan left in his pocket, which was all he had now.

However, even so, Zhang Han still confidently spent two thousand eight hundred yuan on a luxury suite.

"Can only temporarily endure this," Zhang Han shook his head and sighed.

He was a bit heartbroken that he couldn't stay in a supreme immortal palace, but his words made the female receptionist's expression freeze.

Well, staying in a luxury suite is already a hardship, truly, people are enviable.

The female receptionist personally led Zhang Han to the luxury suite, continuously flirting with him. After all, making a rich friend is always good.

But the little girl was too alert. Her shyness and timidity were gone, and she stared at the receptionist with her clear big eyes, hugging Zhang Han tightly and said in a babyish voice:

"This is my Daddy, you... don't get so close."

Though the little girl didn't understand much, she knew that anyone trying to get close to her father, except for her mother, was a bad woman trying to take her father away.

"Ha ha..."

The female receptionist couldn't help but laugh lightly and reluctantly kept a distance from Zhang Han.

Arriving at the room, putting the luggage down, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to the second-floor Western restaurant for dinner. He ordered a well-done steak for Mengmeng and a medium-rare one for himself.

Though Zhang Han had no experience, he knew some basic knowledge. Children's immune systems and digestive tracts are not as strong, so it's not suitable for them to eat undercooked steak.