Qian Renxue, a Beautiful Fool!

You're using that? Are you sure?

Lin Luo stared dumbfounded. One swing of that club would definitely send her son to meet his maker!

But after grinning menacingly at the thick club for a while, Qian Renxue's smile slowly faded. She seemed dissatisfied, so she pouted slightly and tossed the club aside.

"Just you wait. Today, either you die or I do."

After delivering that vicious threat, Qian Renxue got to her feet and rummaged around the room for another tool.

She picked one up, but seemed dissatisfied with it too and tossed it away. Then she found a thinner, softer branch instead.

She tried tapping the branch against her palm a few times. It seemed to hurt a little, so she frowned slightly and threw that branch away too.

"Wait, just wait, okay? Let me find something that hurts the most. If I don't beat you to tears, your mom's name isn't Qian Renxue."

Qian Renxue once again hurled threats at Lin Luo, who was lying on the table, "waiting to die."

She wandered around the room until she finally spotted a white stocking on the bed.

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes lit up.

Lin Luo: "Huh?"

Qian Renxue folded the thin, soft stocking over several times, then marched over with an imposing air.

"Do you know what you did wrong? There's still time to admit it!"

Qian Renxue swung the white stocking she had worn, smacking it against her palm again and again as though it were a whip.

She checked whether it actually hurt to hit someone with the thing while putting on a fearsome show to frighten the little brat in front of her.

Her expression alone was worth full marks for intimidation.

The "weapon's" intimidation score... zero.

Lin Luo's tense heart finally relaxed, and he didn't forget to sneer mockingly to himself.

They had known each other for so long, yet this woman's nature still hadn't changed.

If you can't bear to hit me, then you can't bear to hit me. Those threats... This God King really thought he was about to head west.

Lin Luo sat on the table, thoroughly bored. He braced himself with his little hands, leaned back, and spread his legs, looking ready to take his lashing.

His cute little face was full of disdain.

Qian Renxue immediately frowned. "What's with that expression? What kind of attitude is that?! You know I'm about to beat you up, right?!"

Please hurry up and beat me. I still have to draw today's Martial Soul Tag~

Lin Luo sucked his thumb, unconcerned.

The disdain on the stinky boy's face was about to make Qian Renxue explode with anger.

She immediately swung the white stocking at Lin Luo, but aside from stirring up a fragrant breeze, it had no effect whatsoever.

Qian Renxue was secretly surprised.

This stinky boy really is smart... I thought my tone and expression would scare him...

But shouldn't a child this young cry when his mom scolds him?

Instead, this boy judged whether I really wanted to beat him by looking at the "thing" in my hand.

He's only three months old, and he already has such judgment?

As expected of a child who learned to call out "Grandma" in a single night.

Fine, his mom is smart too, after all. Isn't he this smart because he takes after me?

Qian Renxue gave a soft snort and tossed the white stocking aside, feeling both pleased and a little frustrated.

She put her hands on her hips and said, "You're lucky you have a thick hide. Don't think I'm letting you off for what happened today just because your grandma said you could go out and play. I'm putting it on your tab!"

With that, Qian Renxue walked over and stripped Lin Luo naked right there on the table, then carried him, bare as he was, toward the bath.

"Honestly, I don't even know where your diaper went, and you've made yourself smell like pee again."

Muttering to herself, she took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bath. She slowly dipped her long, shapely legs into the warm water, tested its temperature, then leisurely swayed her well-proportioned calves in the water.

Qian Renxue moved with practiced ease, pulling her skirt up to the tops of her thighs and pressing her snowy-white legs together so Lin Luo could lie lengthwise on them.

Then she supported the back of Lin Luo's head with one hand and scooped warm water from the bath with the other, pouring it over him.

The moment the bathwater touched him, Lin Luo's little body flailed as if in reflex, making Qian Renxue, who had still been angry, burst out laughing.

"Hold still. How many days has it been since you had a bath? Let Mommy smell your little feet."

She took Lin Luo's foot and held it to her nose, then frowned. "Eww-stinky, stinky, stinky! Stinky little foot!"

Qian Renxue gave Lin Luo a chiding look. "What kind of baby smells as bad as you?"

As she spoke, Qian Renxue gently scrubbed Lin Luo's body on her legs, carefully and attentively washing every nook and cranny.

She washed even his most private parts without a second thought. She knew every part of Lin Luo's body inside out and had seen them hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

"Should I pull back the skin on his little pee-pee to wash it or not?"

Qian Renxue muttered in a quandary. The question lay outside her knowledge, and she had agonized over it for two or three months, too embarrassed to ask anyone else.

In the end, she still didn't dare try, so she could only lift it and wash underneath.

Lin Luo lay on her smooth thighs like a lump of limp meat.

He still remembered how, during his first bath, he had slipped right off Qian Renxue's thighs and into the pool, nearly drowning.

The clumsy Qian Renxue had been so focused on grabbing his legs that she hadn't noticed his head was still underwater.

That night, Lin Luo had almost thought a mother's love was all a lie, and that this girl wanted him dead!

Only in the end had he realized that Qian Renxue was a beautiful fool...

After fishing Lin Luo out of the water, she had knelt by the pool and apologized for a full minute. Only after apologizing did she remember to check whether Lin Luo had drowned.

This God King has survived until now solely because his life is tough.

Fortunately, the beautiful fool had become very skilled at bathing him now.

Even if Lin Luo slipped off her thighs, she would immediately raise her calves and hold up her delicate feet to block him. Then she would smile proudly and show off to him. "Aren't I impressive?"

Something like that had happened more than once.

After the bath, Qian Renxue tossed Lin Luo onto the bed naked, then went to scrub his dirty clothes.

To keep the child's identity a secret, Qian Renxue had taken on this work, which should have been done by servants, herself for three whole months.

What made Lin Luo see her in a new light was that Qian Renxue really hadn't complained once from beginning to end.

He had thought Qian Renxue, who had been pampered since childhood, wouldn't be able to keep it up.

But the result was unexpected.

Whenever Lin Luo thought of it, he cared for her a little more.

Perhaps even he himself hadn't realized it.

Across his three lives, Qian Renxue had long since been slowly taking the place of all his past memories, becoming the family member most inseparable from him in his life.

Lin Luo crawled to the edge of the bed and looked over at Qian Renxue, who was sitting by the pool washing clothes.

The sunlight from the window fell just so upon her exceptionally beautiful face, covering her fair skin in a hazy layer of gold.

She had casually tied her long hair behind her head, giving her a slightly messy, unkempt appearance.

The golden strands at her temples danced in the breeze. Though each strand looked untidy, they all seemed to express her love.

After scrubbing the clothes for a while, Qian Renxue raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. As she tilted her head, she happened to catch sight of the cute little head looking her way.

She smiled gently, her exhaustion seemingly swept away.

"Play by yourself for now. Mommy will come keep you company after she finishes washing the clothes."