The First God of Love Fragment

Bibi Dong grabbed Deng Tianxin by the back of his collar and gave chase. Her speed was immense, the true strength of a Spirit Hall Saintess on full display in that moment.

Even while carrying a six-year-old child, her figure darted through the forest like a phantom, intercepting Yu Xiaogang within a few breaths.

"Listen to me!" Bibi Dong blocked Yu Xiaogang's path, her voice hurried and frantic. "This child is truly not mine! I have never given birth to a child! Xiaogang, look at me, look at me when you speak!"

Yu Xiaogang was forced to stop, but he turned his head away, unable to meet her eyes.

"What do you want me to look at?" Yu Xiaogang's voice was bitter. "A six-year-old child clutching your leg and calling you 'Mom'? Watching him point at me and call me his stepfather?"

"He's doing it on purpose! He's acting! Can't you see that?" Bibi Dong was practically begging.

"Acting?" Yu Xiaogang finally raised his head, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Dong'er, tell me, what kind of grudge or deep-seated scheme would a six-year-old child need to put on a performance like this? Tears on command, grievances appearing out of thin air? Why did he choose you, and why did he say these things right in front of me?"

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, only to find she had no way to refute him.

Because she couldn't explain it herself.

From start to finish, this little brat's behavior was nothing like that of a six-year-old, yet she had no evidence to prove he was lying.

"Mommy," Deng Tianxin spoke up at the perfect moment, his voice as soft as cotton candy. "Please don't fight with Uncle. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have said anything..."

"Shut up!" Bibi Dong whipped her head around, the fury in her eyes nearly erupting.

At her shout, Deng Tianxin shrank his neck and his little mouth puckered, the tears in his eyes finally spilling over.

The tears fell with perfect timing—not too many, not too few, just two drops sliding down his chubby cheeks, gathering at the tip of his small chin before hitting the ground with a soft plop.

Grievous, long-suffering, sensible—it was enough to break anyone's heart.

Bibi Dong swore that as the little brat cried, the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

He was smiling.

He was actually smiling!

"Bibi Dong," Yu Xiaogang's voice turned cold; he didn't even call her Dong'er anymore. "You have disappointed me."

Bibi Dong felt her blood pressure spike to an unprecedented level.

She had lived for nineteen years; what kind of storms had she not weathered?

Yet, at this moment, she was so infuriated by a six-year-old brat that she nearly vomited blood.

"Yu Xiaogang," Bibi Dong took a deep breath, struggling to keep her voice calm. "I will say this one last time. This child is named Deng Tianxin. Today, he stopped me on the road with a wooden stick to rob me and called me 'Auntie,' so I taught him a lesson. Then you arrived, and he suddenly started calling me 'Mom' and spinning a web of nonsensical lies. That is the truth of what happened. Believe it or not, that is up to you."

Her tone had leveled out, becoming terrifyingly calm.

Those eyes that had once been filled with tenderness and love for Yu Xiaogang were now veiled in a thin layer of frost.

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between Bibi Dong and Deng Tianxin.

"Then... why did he choose you?"

"I'd like to know that myself." Bibi Dong sneered. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Yu Xiaogang looked down at Deng Tianxin.

Deng Tianxin was still dangling in mid-air from Bibi Dong's grip, his short legs swinging, his face still streaked with wet tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"Little one," Yu Xiaogang crouched down so he was eye-level with Deng Tianxin. "Tell Uncle the truth. Is Bibi Dong really your mother?"

Deng Tianxin tilted his head to look at him, his large, watery eyes filled with innocence.

He didn't answer directly, instead turning to glance at Bibi Dong, his expression carrying something subtle.

It was as if he were asking for her permission, or perhaps as if he were afraid of her anger.

That one look spoke volumes.

Yu Xiaogang stood up, a bitter smile on his face.

"I understand."

"Understand what!" Bibi Dong felt as if her lungs were about to explode. "He didn't say anything!"

"Some things don't need to be said," Yu Xiaogang turned his back to her. "Bibi Dong, I don't blame you. You have your choices, and I understand."

"What choice? Who did I choose?" Bibi Dong's voice rose an octave. "I chose some brat I met today?"

"You don't need to use words like that to provoke me," Yu Xiaogang didn't look back, his voice calm to the point of indifference. "The child is innocent; take good care of him. As for us... let's just call it a dream."

With that, Yu Xiaogang began to walk away. This time, he did not run.

Bibi Dong did not chase after him.

She simply stood there quietly, watching his back recede into the distance, with Deng Tianxin still dangling in her hand, swaying gently.

For a long time, until Yu Xiaogang's figure had completely vanished at the end of the forest path, she slowly, slowly lowered her head.

Then, Bibi Dong met Deng Tianxin's wide, dark eyes.

"Auntie," Deng Tianxin blinked. There was no trace of grievance or tears left on his face, only a look of innocent, guileless joy. "You're single now."

In that moment, a buzzing sound erupted in Bibi Dong's brain, as if something had snapped.

"Deng Tianxin."

Bibi Dong's voice was eerily calm, as still as the surface of the sea before a hurricane.

"Do you know that a moment ago, I really wanted to kill you?"

"I know," Deng Tianxin said with a grin, "but you didn't."

"..."

"Because you're a good person," Deng Tianxin reached out his short little hand and patted her face, which had turned livid with rage, "Auntie Good Person, don't be angry anymore. If you ruin your health, no one will take your place."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

She counted to ten in her heart.

One, two, three...

When she reached ten, she made a decision.

She would not kill this little brat today, not out of mercy, but because killing him would be letting him off too easily.

She decided to teach him a lesson properly, earnestly, and thoroughly.

She would make him understand that offending the Saintess of Spirit Hall came with a price.

"Deng Tianxin," Bibi Dong opened her eyes, a cold smile appearing on her face, "from now on, you are coming back to Spirit Hall with me."

"Eh?" Deng Tianxin blinked, "Auntie, are you going to be my mommy?"

"No," Bibi Dong's smile grew colder, like icicles in the dead of winter, "I am going to be your nightmare for the rest of your life."

Just at that moment, the God of Love fragment within Bibi Dong flew out of her body and entered Deng Tianxin's.

After the God of Love fragment departed, Bibi Dong suddenly felt that breaking up with Yu Xiaogang was no big deal.