Ling Yun's Mother

Recovering his composure, Manager Zhang said to Ling Yun, "Mr. Ling, I won't press you about the diamond in your daughter's hand. Let's talk about these two smaller ones instead."

What did he mean by wouldn't press him? It was obviously because he couldn't do a thing about his daughter, damn it. He hadn't expected the man to be so shameless.

"Alright, I won't waste words with you either. Take these two diamonds and handle them however you see fit. Just wire the money to my account when you're done."

"How can I do that? We've only met twice. Aren't you afraid I'll run off with your diamonds?"

"I don't doubt those I employ, and I don't employ those I doubt. I trust you."

Manager Zhang hadn't expected Ling Yun to trust him so implicitly, and he quickly patted his chest to give his word.

At that moment Brother Qiang walked over to ask Ling Yun for instructions. "My lord, we've finished cleaning up. Can we go home now?"

"Mn, you did a good job. Go ahead, and keep a low profile from now on."

Hearing Ling Yun tell him he could leave, Brother Qiang was almost happy to tears. His aged face flushed red, knowing that his hot temper easily caused trouble, and he secretly resolved to change his ways properly—otherwise, he wouldn't be so lucky next time.

After Brother Qiang left, Manager Zhang also stood up to take his leave. For a moment only the father and daughter and the little milk dog sprawled on the ground were left.

Just then Ling Yun's phone rang, and the little one glanced over at the phone screen, seeing a single character displayed on it: Mom. Although the little one didn't know how to read, she knew it was her grandma's call. She pouted, hummed under her breath, and went back to playing with her diamonds.

Ling Yun knew why. Every time he talked on the phone with his mother in the past, he had told Qianqian not to make a sound, so his mother still didn't know she had a granddaughter. The little one was very dissatisfied because of this, which was why she wore that expression.

Looking at the phone, Ling Yun dazed out. Memories from before his transmigration came flooding in. His mother had lived frugally for his sake, often sending money to him, her good-for-nothing son, while he, addicted to gaming, had frequently lost his temper at her.

Hello, Mom. This greeting came after such a long, long time, his voice choked with emotion.

"Xiaoyun, how have things been lately? Mom finished tutoring today and got five thousand yuan. I'll wire it to you tomorrow, so make sure to spend sparingly," Ling Yun's mother said.

Listening to his mother's words, tears streamed down Ling Yun's face. Truly, there is no one like a mother in this world. Seeing her dad cry, the little one shed tears of her own.

"Mom, you don't need to send me money anymore."

Ling Yun's mother detected the slight choke in Ling Yun's voice. "Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you? Did something happen? Tell Mom."

"Wuwu, wuwu, Daddy, don't cry." The little one cried as she hugged Ling Yun.

"It's nothing, Mom. I'm just too happy. I have money." Wiping away his tears, everyone is as vulnerable as a child in front of their mother—even he, the Great Emperor Ling Yun.

"Child, where did you get money? Don't do anything foolish." Ling Yun's mother knew it was impossible for her son to have money given his situation.

"Mom, really, I'm not lying to you." Ling Yun reached out to hug Qianqian, whose crying still continued.

"Daddy, don't cry." Qianqian's tiny hands helped wipe the tears from the corners of Ling Yun's eyes.

"A child?" Hearing the sound of a little child crying on her son's end, Madam Ling vaguely even heard that little child call Ling Yun "Daddy".

"Mn, it's my daughter, Mom. You've become a grandma. I originally planned to go see you in a few days to give you a surprise, but I can't hide it anymore."

The moment Ling Yun's mother heard she had a granddaughter, she was overjoyed. "Really, Xiaoyun? What's her name? How old is she?" She didn't even scold her son for not telling her right away.

"I named her Ling Yueqian. She's just over two years old, nickname Qianqian."

"Mn, that's a nice name. But what about the child's mother?"

"I'm raising her by myself. It's not the time to talk about her mother yet."

"No way, you raising her alone? You can't even take care of yourself, how can you take care of a child properly? Listen to me, Mom is coming to find you tomorrow."

"Mom, you don't need to come over. I'll go see you in a few days."

"No, no, I'm going tomorrow. I want to see my granddaughter."

Ling Yun couldn't win against his mother and could only let her have her way. Come to think of it, she could come if she wanted; tomorrow they would move into the villa, and he would let her see his changes too. He was no longer that ignorant youth of the past, and he had the ability to raise his daughter well.

"Son, is my granddaughter willing to talk to me? What if she doesn't like me as her grandma?"

"Mom, you don't need to worry. Qianqian is very well-behaved and she can talk quite well." As he spoke, he put the phone to Qianqian's ear.

"Qianqian, Grandma wants to talk to you," Ling Yun said to her, wiping away her tears.

The little one blinked, sniffed, and calmed her emotions. "Hello, Grandma. Guess who I am."

Madam Ling hadn't expected her granddaughter to speak to her like that the very first time. It was too cute, and she was instantly caught between laughter and tears.

"Mn, are you Qianqian? Your dad already told me all about it."

Hearing that it was her dad who had sold her out, the little one pursed her lips. "Hmph, stinky Daddy."

Ling Yun was caught in the crossfire while lying down. Wasn't that asking the obvious? How could she blame him?

Inside a villa in the Linjiang Villa Group, Qin Lan glared at her phone. "Darn Ling Yun, actually not letting me talk to my daughter. I'm definitely going to prank you good tomorrow."

Far away in Jinling, An Qing was somewhat troubled. In another week her new record would come out, but the title track hadn't been decided yet. Over the past few days she had successively visited several composers, but none of them were ideal.

"Sister Qing, why don't we go beg Old Li and have him write a title track for us?" said her assistant, Han Xiaoai.

Old Li was a famous Huaxia composer who had written dozens of classic songs in his youth, and even now his composition skills were no less than back in the day.

"Sister, you need to think carefully. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps also a chance for us to make a comeback. Are you really just going to give up like this?" Han Xiaoai continued.

"We'll talk about it if nothing else works," An Qing said as she walked toward the window and looked out in the direction of Jiangbei City.