Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 68: Has - grown up?

A mother is always the first to notice when her child is acting strangely.

Qiu Yanyan’s eyes swept across the room. When she saw Lin Mo and the others gathered around the little girl, who had an injury on her forehead, she instantly understood. She looked toward Wang Tian and asked, "Did you do this?"

"No," Wang Tian huffed. "That wasn’t me."

"Really?" Qiu Yanyan asked again.

"Yes," Wang Tian stubbornly denied, but his eyes flickered. How could Qiu Yanyan not see through his lie?

Furious, Qiu Yanyan marched up, grabbed Wang Tian by the ear, and dragged him toward the little girl, scolding as she went, "Who did you learn this from? You’re so young and you already know how to lie."

"Dad taught me!" Wang Tian shouted. "Dad’s never wrong!"

Qiu Yanyan fumed. What kind of man was her husband? He had been a decent person as a student, but ever since inheriting the family fortune and becoming the head of the Wang Family, his ego had ballooned. When teaching his son, he’d say things like, "With Dad around, anything can be solved," or "Tian, as long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter what kind of mess you make. Dad will clean it up for you."

Seething with anger, Qiu Yanyan yanked Wang Tian right in front of the little girl and barked, "You little brat, apologize to your sister right now!"

"What sister? She’s just an outsider, I—" Wang Tian began to yell again. He was already full of the airs of a spoiled brat, despite not even being grown up yet.

This made Qiu Yanyan feel an immense sense of frustration and disappointment. SMACK! Her palm landed squarely on Wang Tian’s face.

"Aaaah... I can’t live like this!" Wang Tian’s supposed injury was nothing at all, nowhere near as severe as the little girl’s, but he was already on the ground, rolling around and wailing.

"If you don’t get up, I’ll hit you again! Are you going to apologize or not?" Qiu Yanyan demanded.

Seeing that his mother was serious, Wang Tian finally climbed to his feet. He reluctantly faced the little girl and mumbled, "Sorry."

"Have you not eaten? Louder!" Qiu Yanyan roared.

"Ah!" Startled by his mother’s shout, Wang Tian swallowed hard and cried out in a tearful voice, "I’m sorry!"

The little girl, however, was magnanimous. She shook her head and said, "It’s okay." But the moment she spoke, her expression contorted as another jolt of pain shot through her forehead.

Seeing this, Lin Mo looked at the little girl and said, "I’ll take you home."

"Ah, no, you can’t," the little girl said, shaking her head quickly. "I can’t let PaPa, Mama, and Grandma worry about me."

Qiu Yanyan looked from the little girl to her son, sighing even more deeply. They’re both children, so why is the difference between them so great?

"Little sister, are you also participating in the Yang City Kindergarten Singing Competition tomorrow?" Qiu Yanyan asked, remembering something.

"Yes," the little girl nodded.

"Tomorrow, I will personally apologize to your father and mother," Qiu Yanyan declared.

At that moment, the bell rang again. RING! RING! RING!

"Little sister, I have to go now," Qiu Yanyan said. Then, she grabbed Wang Tian’s ear again and left.

"Mom, what delicious thing are we having for dinner?"

"A chicken feather duster."

"Ah!" Wang Tian cried out in fear. "Why? I didn’t do anything wrong! Dad said the weak are supposed to be trampled by the strong, I—"

"Shut up."

At the kindergarten, parents were arriving to pick up their children.

Lin Mo had to persuade her for a long time before the little girl finally agreed to go home. Little Kirin looked especially upset; it had been there but had failed to protect its young mistress. It blamed itself, wishing it could grow up faster so it would have the strength to protect her.

Lin Mo was driving a white BMW. Inside the car, the wound on the little girl’s forehead still throbbed with pain, but she bit her lip and refused to cry. She couldn’t cry. If she cried, it would only make her Grandma, PaPa, and Mama worry even more. Seeing this, Lin Mo was surprised; this was a level of fortitude beyond that of an ordinary child.

The car finally arrived at Murong Yezi’s house. As it happened, Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan were just arriving home as well.

The moment the little girl stepped out of the car, Wu Tian noticed the wound on her forehead, and his heart clenched. Qin Yuhan reacted the same way. All traces of the icy CEO vanished as she rushed forward in a panic, scooped up the little girl, and asked if she was okay and if it hurt.

Wu Tian turned his cold gaze on Lin Mo. "You need to give me an explanation."

The atmosphere instantly turned frigid. Lin Mo felt as if she were standing in a world of ice and snow. The temperature usually dropped in the evening, but tonight it seemed to be plummeting, feeling as cold as winter.

"Here’s what happened—" Lin Mo began, but was cut off.

"PaPa, don’t ask anymore! I’m fine," the little girl said. She was afraid her PaPa would get into a fight with Wang Tian’s father over her, and she didn’t want him to get hurt.

"My silly girl, why shouldn’t I ask?" Wu Tian said, reaching out to gently pinch her cheek.

"Just don’t make things difficult for Sister Mo," the little girl insisted.

Seeing the determination in his daughter’s eyes, Wu Tian could only nod. He felt a swell of pride in his heart. This little one seems to have grown up.

After Lin Mo left, Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan took the little girl and Little Kirin inside.

When Murong Yezi saw the little girl’s injury, she grew anxious as well. The little girl had no choice but to explain what had happened. Afterward, she added, "Don’t be too mad at him. He’s still just a kid."

The whole family was exasperated. He’s a child, but aren’t you one too?

"It seems you didn’t do a very good job of protecting my girl," Wu Tian said, his brow furrowed as he looked at Little Kirin.

Little Kirin looked back, its expression full of grievance.

"It’s not its fault! It was really amazing! That big Tibetan Mastiff was scared to death of it!" the little girl pleaded on Little Kirin’s behalf.

Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi figured the little girl was probably making it up. How could such a small Bulldog possibly scare a Tibetan Mastiff?

That night, Wu Tian insisted the little girl sleep with him. Qin Yuhan initially disagreed, but Wu Tian was adamant. Ultimately, the woman relented in the face of the man’s domineering presence, and Qin Yuhan had no choice but to agree.

Wu Tian happily carried the little girl back to his room.

Late at night, the little girl was asleep. Just before drifting off, she had mumbled, "The competition is tomorrow. It’s just me and Wang Tian from our kindergarten. My face is ruined... will everyone think I’m not cute anymore? Is the championship going to slip away?"

Wu Tian had comforted her for a long time before she finally fell asleep.

Now, Wu Tian quietly removed the bandage from her forehead. He then placed his right palm over the wound, and his Spiritual Power began to gather. About a minute later, Wu Tian lifted his hand. The little girl’s forehead was once again perfectly smooth and porcelain-white. The wound had completely healed, as if it had never been there at all.

「The next day」

Qin Yuhan came knocking on the door very early, saying she wanted to help dress the little girl up beautifully and change her bandage. The little girl had also woken up very early. She was afraid Wu Tian would spank her for oversleeping, which would be terribly embarrassing.

The door opened. When Qin Yuhan came in and saw the little girl’s forehead, she stood there, completely stunned.