Practicing Courage

Zhang Han quickly tried to soothe her, sighing inwardly at the same time:

They say women are made of water, but children are truly made of water, especially little girls.

Zhang Han, experiencing life as a dad for the first time, felt a flush of shame. Soothing a child was truly a skill.

"Little darling," Zhang Han said after calming her down, "Daddy wants to ask you, what country are you from?"

"I'm... from Huaguo," the little princess replied in a childish voice.

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

"No," the little princess protested, pouting. "I'm... from Huaguo. My hair is... black! My eyes are... black! They're all black, black! I'm from Huaguo!"

"If you're from Huaguo, then you can't be called Emily. Emily is a foreigner's name. If you're called Emily, then you're a foreigner," Zhang Han enticed her step by step.

Children don't understand such things. She directly protested:

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

"Hehehe..." Zhang Han chuckled like a lecherous old man. "Then what's your name?"

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

"Your name is Zhang Yumeng, and your nickname is Mengmeng."

"I," the little princess pointed to herself, her voice soft, "Zhang... Yu... Meng, Mengmeng... Mengmengmeng."

"That's right," Zhang Han grinned broadly.

The little princess also kept calling out, "Mengmeng, Mengmeng."

Having successfully gotten the little girl to accept her new name, Zhang Han felt as if he had won a battle.

"Daddy's clothes are too dirty, I'm going to change,"

Zhang Han placed the little princess on the worn-out sofa and walked to the fabric wardrobe. He pulled open the zipper, and the scene inside made his facial muscles tremble.

The wardrobe wasn't small, but it only contained four or five sets of clothes, and they were all old and dirty.

Then, Zhang Han's gaze swept across the dilapidated and messy room, finally looking at his own disheveled reflection in the mirror. He couldn't help but sigh:

"I really forgot I ever had such a down-and-out time!"

"If I, Immortal Lord Hanyang, were to speak of my current state in the Cultivation World back then, no one would probably believe it, right?"

Zhang Han had grown up in a wealthy family, and his life had always been centered around enjoying quality.

Even though he had fallen on hard times recently, after coming into contact with the Cultivation World, Zhang Han's quality of life had gone up by several notches.

"I lived in an unparalleled immortal palace!"

"I drank immortal brews from ten thousand years ago!"

"I ate the finest delicacies from all the heavens and myriad worlds!"

"Even when I went out, I rode a nine-dragon war chariot, with thousands of people bowing wherever I passed!"

However, looking at the current scene, Zhang Han couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mengmeng, how about Daddy takes you out for a stroll?" Zhang Han asked casually.

"Okay, Mengmeng likes playing with Daddy," Mengmeng said happily.

It had to be said, children have a strong ability to learn. After a few sentences, she had already remembered the name her father had hastily given her.

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

When he opened the suitcase, he also saw a neatly arranged stack of one hundred thousand yuan in the corner.

This was left by Mengmeng's mother, Ziyan. Zhang Han naturally had no intention of touching this money, but seeing it reminded him of the argument he had with Ziyan a couple of days ago.

Zhang Han's previous belief was that so-called celebrities were just actors. He had even said this during their argument, which made Ziyan tremble with anger.

But now, Zhang Han no longer held this view. Because his great name, Immortal Lord Hanyang, was renowned throughout the Cultivation World. Fundamentally, there was no significant difference from being a celebrity.

After packing Mengmeng's luggage, Zhang Han took out some cash from the bedside cabinet, about twenty thousand yuan. This was money his sister had sent him. Zhang Han rarely went out, so it had accumulated over time.

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

"We're not coming back. Daddy is taking you to enjoy life," Zhang Han said, holding the suitcase in his left hand and picking up Mengmeng with his right.

"Yay, let's go enjoy life!" Mengmeng exclaimed happily, raising her little arms.

They went downstairs. Zhang Han put the luggage in the trunk, buckled the little girl into the passenger seat, and then drove the car forward.

He spotted a barbershop not far away.

Zhang Han got out of the car with Mengmeng.

Seeing this father-daughter pair, the staff at the barbershop looked somewhat strange.

A scruffy-looking man with a ridiculously cute little princess – it felt so odd. Were they child traffickers?

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

"This person's appearance is quite spirited,"

They murmured to themselves.

With his hair gone, Zhang Han's chiseled face exuded a sunny aura. He wasn't a show-stopping handsome guy, but he was the type who grew on you.

"Daddy, so cool," the usually shy little princess praised from her chair beside him.

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

After getting into the car, Zhang Han said with a serious expression:

"Mengmeng."

"Ah."

"You, you need to be bolder when you're out. You're Zhang Han's daughter. Do whatever you want. Even if you break the sky, your dad can take the fall for you, understand?" Zhang Han lectured earnestly.

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

"Hey, what's the big deal? When Dad takes you flying in the sky later, you'll be able to reach it," Zhang Han chuckled. "I'm just telling you, no matter where you are, don't be afraid of anything. Say whatever you want. When we get to the mall later, Dad will teach you how to be brave."

"Okay, let's go to the mall and practice being brave!" Mengmeng said, raising her little hands.

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

Inside, Zhang Han bought a new outfit: a white shirt, a black casual jacket, and a pair of casual shoes. He also bought a new set of clothes for changing. The two outfits cost nearly twenty thousand yuan in total, all from mid-range international brands. This was even after Zhang Han had picked them out, and he wasn't entirely satisfied.

Clothes make the man, and Zhang Han's aura improved even further in his new clothes, making him look like a successful man taking his adorable daughter out to the mall.

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

"Mengmeng, it's time for us to practice your courage a little."

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

"Now, Mengmeng, look at these people in front of you and loudly tell them: 'You ants, don't shout at me!' Come on, say it," Zhang Han encouraged.

"Mmm..." Mengmeng pouted, wanting to speak. But seeing the crowds of people coming and going, and many looking at her, she suddenly hid in Zhang Han's arms and said timidly, "I, I don't dare."

Zhang Han's expression faltered. He helplessly negotiated with Mengmeng, and finally, under the temptation of ice cream, Mengmeng mustered up her courage. She blinked her clear eyes and said in a loud but still childish voice:

"You, you ants, don't, don't shout at me~"

As soon as she said it, she attracted the attention of the surrounding people. Most of them couldn't help but laugh, charmed by Mengmeng's adorable appearance.

"Eee..."

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

Zhang Han helplessly stroked Mengmeng's head, feeling that making her bolder in the outside world was a long and arduous journey.

Meanwhile, an older woman behind Zhang Han had watched the whole thing. She angrily muttered to Zhang Han, "How are you raising your child? It's scandalous! The world is going downhill! It's simply unreasonable!"

Zhang Han heard her but ignored her, smiling as he bought 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, as a first-time father, he didn't know how to educate her. If things continued like this, he might end up raising a little devil.

Fortunately, Ziyan found them a few days later and interrupted his efforts. Nevertheless, after a few days of Zhang Han's "education," Mengmeng would go on to do many things that would give her father a headache in the future.

But Zhang Han enjoyed it. In his opinion, what was wrong with raising a little devil? He wanted his daughter to be the happiest, most uninhibited daughter 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 stylish attire, even with a little princess in his arms, Zhang Han still attracted the attention of the hotel's beautiful receptionists.

It was clear that if Zhang Han had been interested, the beautiful receptionists wouldn't have minded developing things further.

But they didn't know that Zhang Han only had a little over six thousand yuan left in his pocket, which was all his current fortune.

Even so, Zhang Han潇洒ly spent two thousand eight hundred yuan on a deluxe suite.

"I can only ask you to bear with it for now," Zhang Han sighed, shaking his head.

He felt a pang of regret that he couldn't stay at the Peerless Immortal Palace anymore, but his words made the beautiful receptionist beside him freeze.

Well, staying in a deluxe suite was considered "bearing with it." It really was a case of "comparing people kills people."

The beautiful receptionist personally led Zhang Han to the deluxe suite, constantly sending him flirtatious glances. After all, making a rich friend was always a good thing.

But the little girl was too vigilant. Shyness and timidity left her as she stared with her clear, big eyes, hugging Zhang Han and saying in a childish voice, "This is my Daddy. You... don't get too close."

The little girl didn't understand much, but she knew that besides her mother, anyone trying to get close to her dad was a bad woman trying to steal him away.

"Pfft..."

The beautiful receptionist couldn't help but chuckle. Helplessly, she kept a respectful distance from Zhang Han.

Upon arriving at the room and putting away their luggage, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to the second-floor Western restaurant for dinner. Zhang Han ordered a well-done steak for Mengmeng, while his was medium-rare.

Although Zhang Han lacked experience, he knew common sense. Children had weaker immune systems and less developed digestive tracts, making undercooked steak unsuitable for them.

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