An Qing

After Ling Yun finished everything, it was already past eight when his phone rang.

"Hello, Mom, guess who I am?"

On the other end of the line, An Qing's face darkened. Maybe she had given birth to a fake daughter.

"I guess you're Ling Yueqian, my good baby, right?"

"Wow, Mom, you're so amazing. You knew it was me with just one guess."

The little one started chatting with her Mom, saying so much, while Ling Yun listened from the side without interrupting, slowly sinking into memories.

Qianqian's Mom had been Ling Yun's senior female student in university, the goddess of the music department, two years above him.

When Ling Yun was in his third year, An Qing was already a somewhat famous actress. Ling Yun only knew there were several goddesses at the university, but he had not yet met An Qing.

During university, Ling Yun had taken on a part-time job as a bartender.

One night, after finishing his shift and heading back to campus, Ling Yun ran into a drunk An Qing near the bar.

Back then, Ling Yun did not have the self-control he had now. One glance at An Qing, and he was utterly captivated.

Drunk, An Qing did not care who he was. She dragged him back into the bar to drink with her. Worried something might happen to her, Ling Yun did not refuse. What a joke—how could he possibly refuse something like that?

In the end, the two of them got drunk and rolled into bed together. When An Qing woke up sober the next day, she nearly went mad. Her first time was gone just like that.

Who was this guy in front of her? He was fairly good-looking, but she had a marriage engagement!

If her family found out, he would definitely be in huge trouble. After turning it over and over in her mind, An Qing finally decided to cut off all ties with the man before her. But in the most melodramatic twist imaginable, she had actually gotten pregnant.

Afterward, An Qing investigated Ling Yun. She learned that he was one of the Ling family members of the Imperial Capital, not someone who had deliberately approached her. He also attended Jinling University. Everything between them had been an accident.

An Qing did not want to become a sacrifice of the Lineage, so she refused to accept a betrothal arranged before birth and could only run away. Silently slipping beyond her family's notice, she secretly gave birth to Little Qian Qian in America.

But without the support of the Lineage's businesses, and having cut off all contact with her family, the money she had earned over the past year or two was nearly gone. What could she do without money?

When her daughter was a little over one year old, she decided to return to the country to continue her career. She could only leave her daughter with the child's father to raise.

Although she truly did not want Ling Yun taking care of her daughter, she investigated the man again after returning home. His life was a complete mess, but she simply could not find anyone more suitable.

Half an hour later, Little Qian Qian tugged at Ling Yun.

"Daddy, Mom said she loves you." She handed the phone to him.

On the other end, An Qing had been set up by her own biological daughter again.

"Hello," Ling Yun said.

"Behave yourself. Don't spend all day playing games and neglecting our daughter." Her voice was filled with frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of our daughter from now on. I won't play games anymore either."

"That's for the best. I hope you're not just brushing me off. I heard from our daughter that you made something delicious for her tonight?"

Hearing her daughter praise his cooking, An Qing would not have believed it even if she were beaten to death. He had probably ordered takeout from a five-star hotel and fooled their daughter.

This guy was becoming more and more outrageous. When she had the chance, she would definitely straighten him out.

"Yeah. I promised her that I'd cook for her from now on."

"Heh heh."

An Qing sounded as though she had just heard a joke.

Ling Yun knew from her "heh heh" that she did not believe him, but he did not care. Believe it or not.

After ending the call, Ling Yun gave his daughter a bath. During it, Qianqian fussed and insisted that Ling Yun tell her stories.

There was no helping it.

He could only muddle through by telling a few stories from memory. And honestly, if those stories got out, who knew how many publishers would fight tooth and nail for the rights.