Chapter 2

"Yang Yi" has a daughter, and she is his biological daughter!

After integrating the memories of his predecessor, Yang Yi knew what was going on, but he was not yet mentally prepared to face everything that belonged to this body. Moreover, the one outside the door was the daughter that the original "Yang Yi" loved the most!

When he heard his daughter's voice just now, the tenderness that spread throughout his body was due to the soul imprint left by the original "Yang Yi," which could not be erased!

However, even though he was a fearless and cold-blooded killer in his previous life, Yang Yi was a bit flustered at this moment—he didn't know how to face the situation, fearing that he might reveal himself in front of his daughter...

But the expectant calls from Xixi outside the door reached Yang Yi's ears, and the rising desire in his heart made him, despite his fear, turn and walk towards the door.

Yang Yi opened the hard wooden door and the cold iron door, and a little face appeared before his eyes.

It was a face as delicate as a princess in a fairy tale, with delicate eyebrows and a small nose inherited from her mother, while the bright and clear big eyes and the cherry lips as thin as cicada wings bore a strong resemblance to Yang Yi.

Not only was Xixi beautifully made up, but her mother had also dressed her like a little princess, in a light pink lace dress, white long stockings, and black little leather shoes, making her look especially elegant and cute!

Xixi, unlike the reserved appearance her mother had given her, was a lively little girl who hadn't yet turned four. Seeing her father, she happily jumped up, spreading her slender little arms for a hug.

Yang Yi hurriedly bent down and awkwardly picked up Xixi.

"Daddy, Xixi misses you so much!" The little girl giggled happily, then clung to her father's neck, coquettishly asking, "Does Daddy miss Xixi?"

The little girl was soft and pliable, with a milky scent, and holding her felt like embracing the happiness of the entire world.

Yang Yi felt her dependence, and his heart, which had been cold and unfeeling for years, softened, and he blurted out, "Yes, of course I miss you!"

Perhaps it was still influenced by the soul imprint of his predecessor, but Yang Yi had already integrated those memories and knew that because her mother was very busy, Xixi had almost not come for half a month. Yang Yi's longing for his daughter had almost turned him into a "stone of longing." Therefore, his answer was not at all insincere!

Xixi was very satisfied with her father's response. The little girl giggled and leaned in, giving her father a sweet kiss as a princess's reward.

Yang Yi was taken aback, lowered his head, and looked at the bright-eyed little girl in his arms, feeling a sense of pride rise in his heart: This is my daughter, Yang Xixi!

Regardless of whether it was the soul imprint of the original "Yang Yi" at work, Yang Yi himself was increasingly fond of her, and the tenderness in his eyes completely overshadowed the vigilance and caution that had never faded in his previous life.

After a while of being affectionate with Xixi, Yang Yi finally had a chance to glance at his impatient sister-in-law...

"Is Mo Fei not coming?" Yang Yi was a bit disappointed but secretly relieved.

Mo Fei is Xixi's mother, but she is not related to Yang Yi in any way, not even as a girlfriend... In fact, she is a top-tier superstar in the music industry!

The story behind this is long, but in short, Yang Yi and Mo Fei's union was a matter of chance. However, just this one time, Xixi was conceived, and Mo Fei did not choose to have an abortion but instead retired from the entertainment industry without any warning and secretly gave birth to the child abroad.

It wasn't until Xixi was over two years old that Yang Yi, who had come to Jiangcheng to work, met Mo Fei and found out he had a daughter...

Regardless, Xixi needed a father, and Mo Fei was willing to arrange for Xixi to spend time with Yang Yi. However, perhaps due to the difference in their status, the relationship between Yang Yi and Mo Fei had not progressed much over the past year.

As Mo Fei's cousin and personal assistant, Mo Xiaojian looked down on Yang Yi, this "scum" and "waste"! She said impatiently, "Sister Fei is busy recording songs and has no time to come!"

Mo Xiaojian didn't want to stay with Yang Yi any longer. She had always been resentful of Mo Fei's sudden retirement, believing it had completely affected Mo Fei's development, and she had always blamed Yang Yi for it.

"Alright, I've brought Xixi to you. I need to go back; Sister Fei has a schedule to follow today!" Mo Xiaojian huffed and placed Xixi's little backpack on the nearby suitcase.

However, when she faced Xixi, her tone was much gentler: "Xixi, say goodbye to Auntie! Auntie will come to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

Xixi, snuggling in her father's arms, was unwilling to get down. She turned her head and waved to Mo Xiaojian, who then turned and left, still showing no kindness to Yang Yi and not even saying goodbye.

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"Clunk, clunk, clunk..." The old fan made a harsh noise as it swayed back and forth.

This only made the awkward silence more pronounced.

Indeed, after Mo Xiaojian left, Yang Yi was alone at home with the little girl, and suddenly he was at a loss, not knowing what to do...

Xixi sat on the bed, her legs in white stockings dangling and swinging lightly. The little girl blinked her big, watery eyes, watching her father pace back and forth, scratching his head, not quite understanding what was going on.

Yang Yi was extremely nervous. He could chat and laugh with target figures at high-end cocktail parties while in disguise, and he could also freely flirt with hostesses in lowbrow places.

But when it came to his daughter, the most innocent little girl in the world, Yang Yi was completely at a loss, not knowing how to communicate, and he didn't even know how to take care of a little girl!

"Xixi, do you want to drink some water?" After a long while, Yang Yi turned his attention to the water cup on the bedside table, a move he had just used two minutes ago...

Xixi had just drunk a large cup of water and had already burped. Hearing her father's words, she pouted and shook her head: "No, no, Xixi doesn't want to drink water, I'm so full!"

Well, it seemed awkward again...

Yang Yi was secretly getting anxious.

Fortunately, Xixi opened up, remembering all the things she wanted to tell her father over the past half month. She turned her body, her legs in white stockings half-kneeling on the bed, and picked up the backpack, unzipping it.

"Daddy, look, look!" Xixi happily took out a large sketchbook, opened it, and showed it to Yang Yi, "This is what I drew! It took a long time!"

In the sketchbook was a rough colored pencil drawing. There was a round sun in the sky, a brown house below, and three stick figures standing on the grass in front of the house.

Yang Yi, feeling a great sense of relief, sat down on the bed, and Xixi immediately snuggled into his arms like a puppy, finding a comfortable position to lean against her father.

She was afraid her father wouldn't understand, so she pointed to each of the stick figures and introduced them: "This is Xixi, this is Daddy, and this is Mommy!"

The three stick figures were holding hands on the grass, with the smallest Xixi in the middle, holding her parents' hands.

Regardless of how the drawing was, with the little girl snuggling in his arms, Yang Yi was a bit flustered but also very happy...

For some reason, listening to Xixi's innocent words made him feel very warm, and Yang Yi seemed to have already fallen in love with this happy feeling.

Perhaps, living like this wouldn't be bad!