Zhang Han hurried to comfort her, but he could not help sighing inwardly:
Everyone said women were made of water, but children were the ones truly made of water, especially little girls.
It was Zhang Han's first time experiencing life as a stay-at-home dad, and he felt deeply embarrassed. Taking care of a child really was a technical skill.
"Sweetie." After coaxing her into a good mood, Zhang Han thought for a moment before asking, "Daddy wants to ask you something. Which country are you from?"
"I'm... from Huaguo," Little Princess answered in a childish voice.
"That's not right." Zhang Han said, "Look, your name is Emily. Doesn't that mean you're from North America?"
"No!" Little Princess protested unhappily, puffing out her cheeks. "I'm... from Huaguo! My hair is... black! My eyes are... black! Everything is 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'll be a foreigner."
Zhang Han lured her in step by step.
How could a child understand? She immediately protested:
"I... am not a foreigner! Emily is a foreigner! I don't want to be Emily anymore!"
"Hehehe..." Zhang Han grinned like a lecherous middle-aged man. "Then what are you called?"
"Huh?" Little Princess froze, unable to answer.
"You're called Zhang Yumeng. Your nickname is Mengmeng."
"Me?" Little Princess pointed at herself and said in her childish voice, "Zhang... Yu... meng. Mengmeng... Mengmengmeng."
"That's right." Zhang Han threw his head back and laughed.
Little Princess kept calling herself "Mengmeng, Mengmeng."
After successfully getting the little girl to accept her new name, Zhang Han felt as if he had just fought a battle.
"Daddy's clothes are too dirty. Daddy's going to change."
Zhang Han placed Little Princess on the dilapidated sofa, then walked to the cloth wardrobe and pulled open its zipper. The sight inside made the muscles on his face twitch.
The wardrobe was fairly large, but it contained only four or five sets of clothes, and all of them were old and dirty.
Zhang Han's gaze swept across the dilapidated, messy room. Finally, he looked at his utterly disheveled reflection in the mirror and could not help sighing:
"I really did forget that I used to be this pathetic!"
"If people in the Cultivation World heard that I, Immortal Lord Hanyang, had once been this destitute, I doubt anyone would believe it."
Zhang Han had been born into a wealthy family and had always lived according to the principle of enjoying quality.
Although he had fallen on hard times for a while, after entering the Cultivation World, his quality of life had risen by countless levels.
"He lived in a supreme immortal palace!"
"He drank ten-thousand-year-old immortal wine!"
"He ate the finest delicacies from all the heavens and myriad worlds!"
"Even when he went out, he rode a Nine-Dragon War Chariot. Wherever he passed, ten thousand people bowed in worship!"
Yet after looking at the current scene, Zhang Han could not 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.
Children's learning abilities were astonishing. After hearing it a few times, she had already remembered the name her father had hastily given her.
Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, then packed all of Mengmeng's belongings into her suitcase.
When he opened the suitcase, he also saw one hundred thousand yuan neatly placed in a corner.
This was money left behind by Mengmeng's mother, Ziyan. Zhang Han naturally had no intention of touching it, but seeing the money reminded him of the argument he had had with Ziyan a few days earlier.
Zhang Han used to think that so-called celebrities were nothing more than actors. He had even said so during their argument, making Ziyan tremble with anger.
But Zhang Han no longer thought that way. After all, the name of Immortal Lord Hanyang was famous throughout the Cultivation World. Fundamentally speaking, he was no different from a celebrity.
After packing Mengmeng's luggage, Zhang Han took some cash from the bedside cabinet. There was about twenty thousand yuan. His younger sister had transferred it to him, and since Zhang Han rarely went out, he had gradually saved some of it.
"Daddy, aren't we coming back?" Mengmeng asked, pointing at the suitcase in Zhang Han's hand.
"We're not coming back. Daddy's taking you to enjoy life." Zhang Han carried the suitcase in his left hand and picked Mengmeng up with his right.
"Okay! We're going to enjoy life!" Mengmeng shouted happily, raising her little arms.
After going downstairs, Zhang Han put the luggage in the trunk. He placed the little girl in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt before driving forward.
He spotted a hair salon not far away.
Zhang Han took Mengmeng out of the car.
When the salon staff saw the father-and-daughter pair, they all looked somewhat strange.
A disheveled middle-aged man paired with an adorable little princess—it looked so bizarre. Could he have kidnapped her?
However, after the manager finished cutting Zhang Han's hair, everyone's eyes lit up.
"This man actually looks pretty sharp."
Everyone murmured inwardly.
With his hair no longer covering his face, Zhang Han's chiseled cheeks gave him a sunny air. He was not so handsome that people would turn their heads, but he was the kind of man who became more pleasing to look at the longer one watched him.
"Daddy, so cool." Sitting in the chair beside him, the previously shy Little Princess praised him.
Zhang Han smiled and shook his head. After paying, he carried Mengmeng out.
Once they got into the car, Zhang Han said solemnly:
"Mengmeng."
"Ah?"
"You need to be a little braver outside. You're my daughter, Zhang Han's daughter. You can do whatever you want. Even if you broke through the heavens, your father could bear the consequences for you. Got it?" Zhang Han patiently instructed her.
"Oh. Daddy, but the sky is too high. I... I can't reach it," Mengmeng said adorably.
"Hey, what's so difficult about that? When Daddy takes you flying into the sky in the future, you'll be able to reach it." Zhang Han laughed casually. "Daddy is just telling you not to be afraid of anything, no matter where you are. Say whatever you want to say. When we get to the mall, Daddy will teach you to be a little braver."
"Okay! We're going to the mall to practice being brave." Mengmeng raised her little hand.
Thus, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to a relatively large mall nearby.
Inside, Zhang Han bought himself a new outfit: a white shirt, a black casual jacket, and a pair of casual shoes. He also bought another set of clothes to change into. The two outfits cost nearly twenty thousand yuan in total. They were all mid-range international brands, and that was despite Zhang Han choosing ones he was not satisfied with.
People relied on clothes just as horses relied on saddles. After changing into his new clothes, Zhang Han's entire bearing rose another three points. He looked like a successful man taking his adorable daughter to the mall.
Before leaving the mall, Zhang Han said to Little Princess:
"Mengmeng, it's time for us to practice your courage a little."
"Okay, practice!" Mengmeng agreed while lying in his arms.
"Now, Mengmeng, look at all these people in front of you and shout at them: 'You ants, don't make such a racket in front of this venerable one! Come on, say it.'" Zhang Han encouraged her.
"Mm..." Mengmeng pursed her lips and tried to speak. But when she saw the crowds passing by and the many people looking at her, she darted into Zhang Han's arms and said timidly, "I... I don't dare."
Zhang Han's expression stiffened. He helplessly negotiated with Mengmeng, and in the end, tempted by ice cream, Mengmeng finally mustered her courage. She blinked her clear eyes and spoke loudly, though her voice remained childish:
"Y-you ants, don't, don't make such a racket in front of this venerable one~"
As soon as she said this, she attracted the attention of everyone around her. Most people could not help laughing when they saw the scene, utterly charmed by Mengmeng's adorable appearance.
"Eek..."
The moment Little Princess saw so many people looking at her, she shyly buried her head in Zhang Han's arms.
Zhang Han helplessly rubbed Mengmeng's head. He felt that getting her to be more bold and fearless outside would be a long and arduous task.
An auntie standing behind Zhang Han, however, had watched the entire scene. She looked angry as she muttered at him:
"How do you raise a child? What an offense against public morals! Society is degenerating! Simply incomprehensible!"
Zhang Han ignored her when he heard that. He cheerfully bought Mengmeng an ice cream as a reward, then carried her out of the mall.
In truth, Zhang Han's intention had only been to make Mengmeng a little braver instead of so timid. However, this was his first time being a father, and he did not know how to educate her. If things continued like this, he would probably raise a little devil.
Fortunately, Ziyan came looking for them a few days later and interrupted him. Even so, after being educated by Zhang Han for those few days, Mengmeng would go on to commit quite a few outrageous, father-embarrassing acts in the future.
Zhang Han enjoyed it all the same. In his eyes, so what if he raised a little devil? He wanted his daughter to become the happiest, most carefree daughter in the entire 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-class clothes, Zhang Han still attracted flirtatious glances from the hotel's beautiful receptionists despite having a little princess in his arms.
It was obvious that if Zhang Han had been interested, the beautiful receptionist would not have minded taking things further.
But they did not know that Zhang Han had only a little over six thousand yuan left in his pocket. That was all of his current wealth.
Even so, Zhang Han still lavishly spent two thousand eight hundred yuan on a luxury suite.
"I'll just have to let you suffer for now." Zhang Han shook his head and sighed.
He felt somewhat pained that he could no longer stay in a supreme immortal palace, but his words caused the beautiful receptionist beside him to freeze.
Well then, even staying in a luxury suite was considered suffering. Comparing people really could make one die of envy.
The beautiful receptionist personally led Zhang Han to the luxury suite, continuing to exchange flirtatious glances with him along the way. No matter what, making friends with a rich man was always a good thing.
But the little girl was too wary. At this moment, all her shyness and timidity had vanished. She stared at the woman with her clear, wide eyes, hugged Zhang Han tightly, and said in her childish voice:
"This is my Daddy. Don't... don't stand so close."
Although the little girl did not understand much, she knew that aside from her mother, any woman who tried to approach her father was a bad woman trying to steal him away.
"Pfft..."
The beautiful receptionist could not help giggling. Helpless, she also kept a greater distance from Zhang Han.
After arriving at the room and putting away the luggage, Zhang Han carried Mengmeng to the Western restaurant on the second floor for dinner. He ordered Mengmeng a well-done steak, while he ordered his own medium-well.
Although Zhang Han did not have much experience, he knew some basic common sense. Children's resistance and digestive systems were not as strong, so they were not suited to eating undercooked steak.
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