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"...Even you don't believe me?"

She stuck out her tongue with an innocent look. "Of course not! Naturally, I believe Daddy, it's just... when you two stand together, it looks, hehe... rather aesthetic."

"..."

"Anyway, since Xiaojiu and I are already born, Daddy doesn't have to worry about incense and candles. You might as well go pursue your own happiness!"

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth. In the end, Daddy did not go betray Mommy to pursue his happiness, but instead pressed her—a mere six-year-old little girl with an impure mind—across his knee and gave her a sound thrashing.

Although Daddy looked delicate and weak, the strength in his hands when anger flared to his head was truly no joke.

Mommy's runaway had lasted a full half-month, and Daddy was burning the candle at both ends with home and court. By day, he was full of the arts of statecraft; upon coming home, he shouldered a milk-toddler and dragged her along to sponge meals at relatives' and friends' houses. With no woman at home to manage things, the handsome Daddy's outer robes and jackets were mismatched in a mess, and he always forgot to shave his stubble. Looking at him this way, hmm! He no longer looked quite so much like a shou bottom!

Let her pick up her old trade again, act as a bit of flirting prop, carry a piece of love poetry, and go beg for favor before Mommy, expressing his lovesick misery during Mommy's absence—everything should return to the appearance a model family ought to have.

In order to let Daddy change back into the dashing, graceful shou, when Mommy returned, she would recite it out loud just like this!

"Peach Creek did not afford a leisurely stay, autumn lotus