A book of all your favorite bedtime stories with a twist

Yin Tao was excited because it was the first time he slept with his father and daddy. After he dragged Rong Yi inside the room, he rushed to the bed, climbed up the bed same high as his chest, took out tiny pillow and quilts from his Storage Bracelet and put them next to Yin Jinye's. He patted his tiny pillow and said excitedly, "Daddy, father, come here."

Looking into Yin Tao's sparkling eyes, Rong Yi had no heart to refuse him. He looked back at Yin Jinye, wishing he could refuse this damn kid.

Yin Jinye gave the kid whose smile was bright as sunshine a look, sat down, kept wiping his magic weapon, then said, "You two sleep first."

Rong Yi gave him a hard stare. He meant to let him to refuse the kid but not to allow them to stay.

"Daddy. Come here. Daddy. Come on. Come on. Come here…" Yin Tao rolled on the bed.

Rong Yi opened his mouth but finally he didn't refuse him. It was not a big deal to sleep on the same bed with a kid and a man. Besides, since the master of the room agreed, he didn't need to complain like a girl.

He walked to the bed and Yin Tao threw himself at him excitedly, "Dad, bedtime story, bedtime story."

Rong Yi's eyes twitched, "I better go back to my own room."

God must know that he hates kids so that he specially sent this kid to torture him.

"Don't go, daddy." Yin Tao dragged his sleeve tightly, with both anxiety and expectation in his eyes.

"Do you still want bedtime story?" asked Rong Yi.

"Yes, I do." Nodded Yin Tao.

Rong Yi, "…"

"Daddy, come up here." Yin Tao dragged him onto the bed.

Rong Yi sat down, with one leg hanging at the bedside.

Yin Tao took off Rong Yi's shoes as if he was afraid that he would go at any minute.

Rong Yi took his shoes by himself as he didn't want Yin Tao to try so hard to please him.

Yin Tao then got down by his side and said, "Daddy, bedtime story."

Rong Yi rolled his eyes secretly. How would he know how to tell bedtime stories? Maybe fairytales from his world? He only overheard a few small stories that his elder brother told his younger brothers. But he didn't know the whole stories.

 "Daddy, please."

Rong Yi then asked helplessly, "Why do you want to listen to bedtime story?"

Yin Tao then answered with jealousy, "Other senior brother apprentices all go to bed with their dads telling them bedtime stories. I want that too."

Rong Yi could tell how much this kid wanted love from fathers. He stroked his head and started after thinking for a bit, "Once upon a time there was a kid whose senior brother apprentices all like to listen to bedtime stories from their fathers. One day, the fathers all disappeared…"

"Why did they disappear?" asked Yin Tao out of curiosity.

"Because the senior brother apprentices liked bedtime stories too much to sleep, so Heaven took their fathers away forever."

Yin Tao then hugged Rong Yi tightly. "I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave you. Daddy, I am done with bedtime stories."

Rong Yi was amused how easily kids were fooled.

Yin Jinye snorted while he was wiping the weapon. He expected that Rong Yi could tell a good story. It turned out to be nothing.

Giving him a quick look, Rong Yi said to Yin Tao, "I might be taken away by Heaven if I tell bedtime stories. But your father wouldn't be taken away. We can let him tell us bedtime stories, OK?"

Yin Tao giggled, "Great."

Yin Jinye, "…"

Rong Yi didn't expect Yin Jinye to come over himself, so he went off the bed to urge him, "Stop it. The more often you wipe it, the weaker it becomes. You might not notice it at the beginning. But given time, you will realize it."

Yin Jinye narrowed his eyes because he really found his magic weapon was not as handy and powerful as before. He always thought that was because he overused it. He even had Spiritual Weapon Maker examine it but found no problems. Was it because he wiped it too often as Rong Yi said?

He was then dragged to the bedside.

"Bedtime story, father." Said Yin Tao happily.

 "It's too late. You should sleep now." said Yin Jinye flatly.

Yin Tao barely said yes and tucked himself in his little quilt as he was deterred by Yin Jinye's condescending power.

"Alas." Rong Yi sighed, looking at the damn kid. If he had known that Yin Jinye could make him sleep with only a few words, he would have already made him do it in the first place.

"So should you." Yin Jinye pushed Rong Yi slightly.

"You mean here?" asked Rong Yi.

"Hmm."

Rong Yi then climbed onto the bed hesitantly.

Yin Tao hugged him immediately, "It feels awesome to sleep with daddy."

Rong Yi patted slightly on Yin Tao's back and closed his eyes. He was worn out after excessively enchanting twice today.Soon he already fell fast asleep.

Yin Jinye picked up his magic weapon and checked it, frowning, and decided not to wipe it anymore. After he put it back to his Storage Ring, he heard even breathing sound from Rong Yi and Yin Tao.

He looked at the kid first and then Rong Yi. This young man didn't wear makeups like a woman as his subordinated described. And what was more, he neither was a coward nor was ill-tempered.

Before he came, he had already made up his mind to stay strangers with him, but now he had kind of expectations for the future development of their relationship.

The minute Yin Jinye was about to look away from Rong Yi, a strand of spiritual power generated from all directions in the air and flew into Rong Yi's body. If he had no such high cultivation power and he was not focusing on Rong Yi, he wouldn't notice it at all.

"Interesting. You can absorb spiritual power  even when you sleep." Said Yin Jingye while curling up his lips.

No one else could do that.

Time may pass ...
... Three hundred sixty-five days already

His dark sleep-deprived tired eyes were focused looking on a bunch of beautiful blooming little flowers.

The flowers are small, measuring 6mm. in width. Each radially symmetrical bloom has a fused corolla that opens into five rounded lobes. The flower is powder-blue with a conspicuous, bright yellow center. Flowers are arranged in tightly coiled, rounded clusters that unfurl as the flowers progressively bloom.

The leaves are oblong, measuring 2.5-5 cm. in length, and oblong. These deep green leaves are often stalkless, have blunt tips, a deeply recessed midvein, and are covered with fine hairs.

They were like wild weeds but beautiful to look at the longer you look at it. Slowly swaying with the soft blows of the wind that was planted on the corner lot. His thoughts were wandering elsewhere, as he whispered to no one in particular.

"Just like, I can stare at you for a long time and my eyes won't get tired. You are like that bunch of little blue wildflower they get prettier the longer I stare."

His lips curve a smile but never reaches his sad eyes, remembering the stories she used to share during their bedtime together about her exciting and adventurous childhood memories that resembles his own.

"I hope our three sons will have the same adventurous experience in this lifetime. That they will remember their happy childhood memories and someday would tell their own children in the future."

"Epoh has been sick lately but he stayed brave and continue life courageously."

"Ared was granted his full scholarship this year and still as fabulous as ever."

"Urie is as mischievous as ever and showing his intellectual mind."

"Just like you, our three sons are all like you in a wild beautiful way."

"I hope you can hear me now and see are our children."

"We love you."

"Happy forty-forth Birthday, Bebong."

"I miss you every day. It terribly hurts so much."

As tears fall from his eyes, a cold wind softly blows caressing his breaded face and messing his long black hair. The wind reaches his ear, brushes its outer skin, it felt like whispering...


"Forget me not."

SCORPION GRASS

Time may pass ...
... Three hundred sixty-five days already

His dark sleep-deprived tired eyes were focused looking on a bunch of beautiful blooming little flowers.

The flowers are small, measuring 6mm. in width. Each radially symmetrical bloom has a fused corolla that opens into five rounded lobes. The flower is powder-blue with a conspicuous, bright yellow center. Flowers are arranged in tightly coiled, rounded clusters that unfurl as the flowers progressively bloom.

The leaves are oblong, measuring 2.5-5 cm. in length, and oblong. These deep green leaves are often stalkless, have blunt tips, a deeply recessed midvein, and are covered with fine hairs.

They were like wild weeds but beautiful to look at the longer you look at it. Slowly swaying with the soft blows of the wind that was planted on the corner lot. His thoughts were wandering elsewhere, as he whispered to no one in particular.

"Just like, I can stare at you for a long time and my eyes won't get tired. You are like that bunch of little blue wildflower they get prettier the longer I stare."

His lips curve a smile but never reaches his sad eyes, remembering the stories she used to share during their bedtime together about her exciting and adventurous childhood memories that resembles his own.

"I hope our three sons will have the same adventurous experience in this lifetime. That they will remember their happy childhood memories and someday would tell their own children in the future."

"Epoh has been sick lately but he stayed brave and continue life courageously."

"Ared was granted his full scholarship this year and still as fabulous as ever."

"Urie is as mischievous as ever and showing his intellectual mind."

"Just like you, our three sons are all like you in a wild beautiful way."

"I hope you can hear me now and see are our children."

"We love you."

"Happy forty-forth Birthday, Bebong."

"I miss you every day. It terribly hurts so much."

As tears fall from his eyes, a cold wind softly blows caressing his breaded face and messing his long black hair. The wind reaches his ear, brushes its outer skin, it felt like whispering...


"Forget me not."

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


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All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

10 years earlier...

I remember, years back, when my gran still told me bedtime stories. Tales of princesses, princes, glistening castles, and a villain who was invariably defeated. She called these stories "fairy tales, " and explained to me that they were old stories formed hundreds of years ago, passed down through eras of the Parker family line. She notified me that it was my job to tell the stories to my children one day, and they to the next, so they would never vanish into thin air.

And, so, I listened. I was all ears when Gran snuggled me into bed at night and began a wondrous tale of a princess struggling to find her true love. 

My personal favorite was "Beauty and The Beast." Fast forward 10 years, and it escapes my mind how my 6-year-old self wouldn't be horrified by a giant hairy beast, with fangs and a tail. I guess I enjoyed frightening things. 

Although Gran's tales never grew old, we can't all have a happily ever after. And, frankly, my story falls into that category. 

There was a major flaw in these stories, which lead to a period in my life where I was too terrified to even walk outside on a sunny day. 

Gran wouldn't tell me the Disney versions of these stories. No, she would tell me the Brother's Grimm, and Hans Christian Anderson versions. The ones with murder, acts of violence, and bloodshed. You could imagine how much this took a toll on my six-year-old self. Especially when Gran told the tale of Sleeping Beauty one night. 

My young self couldn't understand why she woke up giving birth. I was curious. So I asked Gran to explain. 

I don't need to get into the details of that conversation, but let's just say that's how I ended up discovering the natures of sex at a very inadequate age. 

And I was a young child, who didn't know any better, so one day I rambled to my mother about the strange stuff Gran was discussing in her stories, and that was the end of the line for those poor fairy tales. 

Afterward, I lied awake at night imagining thousands of different scenarios in my head, and pressed play repeatedly until I began screaming. Ear-splitting screaming. I'd awake my entire household, and my mother had to sing me soft lullabies until I finally drifted off to sleep, only to find the same scenarios fueling my nightmares. 

Gran was ordered to stay away from me at all costs. It was, as my parents said, "to protect my sanity from being shattered." I overheard their conversation one night. It was a mix of shrieking and frantic sobbing. I wasn't permitted to go anywhere near Gran, and soon she faded out of my life like mist on a lake. 

And that's how it stayed. For five years. 

Until one day, when I was just about 12 years old. It was a normal day. As normal as it can get for my family. It was 10 p.m., and I had stayed up far past my bedtime. The house was dead silent, all except for me, cozied up in my bedroom, watching YouTube videos to my heart's content. 

I was alone.

Or so I thought.  

Something squeaked in the corner of my room, the direction of my door. Taken aback by surprise, I gasped and snuck a glance at my doorway. Seeing nothing, I dipped my head back downward, thinking it was coming from somewhere in the attic. Our house was old. It squeaked, creaked, and made noises much more often than I would have liked it too. 

But, the noise came again.

And again.

And again. 

Until I was trembling in my seat, too afraid to move an inch. 

To be brave, I snuck one last peek at my door, praying to God that it was shut and that a demon hadn't crawled into my room. 

And it was. 

But I felt off. 

Like someone, or something, was watching me from behind. 

I heard breathing coming from my bed. 

And a voice in the shadows whispering, "You will be next. You are the chosen one."    

I shut my eyes, and for the first time in five years, my ear-splitting screaming appeared to haunt my household once again. 

But the sound abruptly halted, cut off by cold fingertips on my lips. "Don't ruin the fun, child, your time has finally come." 

Muted by fear, I opened my eyes to see Gran towering in front of me, her usually soft facial features spread into a thin line. 

Except she wasn't Gran, or at least not the Gran I remembered from my past. 

Her eye sockets were solely milk-white, no pupil dotted in the center. Her skin was wrinkled, scattered with scratches and bruises of all shapes and sizes. She had a giant scar carved into her face, shaped like a skull. And she was covered in blood, from head to toe. 

Flashing me an IT worthy smile, she pulled out a knife from her back pocket. "You see this here? It's called a knife. If you scream, you know where it will go? Right there." She pointed directly at my heart. "Understand?"

I nodded, unsure of how to escape this horror story safely. 

"Good child. Now, sit still while I preform something for you real quick." She flashed another one of her smiles. Then, smoke flooded from her mouth, and a booming voice echoed across my room. 

Before the moon falls on the fifteenth day,
A fearful beast a young girl must slay.
With the help with no one but herself,
She must regain advice from a friendly elf. 
Many dangerous paths, but only one she must take.
If she does, the world is on high stakes. 
She must complete the fairy quest, 
And she may not take any rest.
She will be one who will save the land,
And the prize awaiting will be such grand.
But if she fails to complete these tasks, 
Hell will regain another soul at last. 

With the last word, Gran dropped to the floor and passed out.

And I stood there in mere shock, until my parents entered the room seconds later, with worried looks upon their soft faces. Upon seeing the bloody heap of Gran on my bedroom floor, they grabbed me and called 911 in a matter of thirty seconds. 

I was asked one million questions when the police arrived. "Were you hurt?" "What happened?" "What did she say?" "Were you scared?" All I could do was sit there in silence, still muted from the most traumatic experience in my life. 

When I finally regained enough sanity, I recalled the event in exact detail for the police, my parents, and myself. Then, I started crying. 

I didn't hear much of the conversation between my parents and the police, but I knew they labeled the scene "The Prophecy, " and made the decision to put the incident in the past and disregard it. 

My Gran was put in prison, sentenced for life, on the accounts of attempted murder of an 11-year-old child. 

But I will never forget.

Ever. 

The moment will always be burned into my brain, awaiting the time when it can haunt me again. 

It's been five years since that day. I'm 16 now. 

Currently, my life is as normal as if gets for a teenager. I have a boyfriend, two besties, and I attend public high school. My grades are, well, let's not go into that. 

Nothing has happened that is eerie and alarming.  

Not yet...

"But these aren't regular fairy tales, Alex. They don't end on happily ever after. There's more to the story than that." 

***

Having a physco for a grandmother wasn't really on Alexandra Parker's wish list. Well, now that she thought about it, a lot that has happened wasn't on her wish list. Forced to move schools, realized all her friends were fake, and broke up with her boyfriend all in the span of two short weeks. 

What makes it even worse is that the neighborhood, or should she say forest, she moved to is quite strange. There's glittering castles, deep dark forests, and Alex swears she caught a glimpse of a spinning wheel once. 

And a "royal announcement" went out yesterday explaining that the prince was on a search for a missing girl he fell in love with at a ball. 

Sooner rather than later, Alex regains the truth about this mysterious land.

And they need her help. 

But stories can be a little twisted.

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This is my first story, I hope you enjoy!

After all, the other two were only children, and the fairy tales should be able to attract their attention the most. Fortunately, Zhou Yu had bought a fairy tale "Zhenbian Bedtime Stories" for Qin Zhuan studio. Although he didn't take a detailed look, he had read through it roughly, and he could still remember most of the stories. Coupled with the experience of being a third-rate writer in the past, he would be able to tell the story for the whole evening.
Since the decision has been made, he should start it as soon as possible without delaying it.
That night, after eating the tasteless dinner, Zhou Yu began to "pick up" Shota, who was in the opposite cell of his.
"Xiao Guang, Xiao Yue, are you there? It is really boring here, can we have a chat to release some boredom? I used to be a novelist before, and I don't know how I ended up here. Anyway, since there is nothing else I can do, how about I tell you the story I wrote."
In order to build up trust faster, Zhou Yu decided to play the role of someone who wrote fairy tales, so he shamelessly claimed that "Zhenbian Bedtime Stories" was his own work. Anyway, the world here seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world, and he should be able to fool them.
So, Zhou Yu began to regularly tell two stories every time. After persisting for a week or so, there were finally some changes.
The first group of people that were touched by the stories were not Xiao Guang or Xiao Yue, but the people who were in the cells nearby them. At the end of the meal, they would knock on their door to remind Zhou Yu that it was time to tell stories.
In this dark place, people would only dare to communicate with their cellmates, so gradually it would become very boring. No one dared to talk to other people in the other cell, because in the past, there was one incident that the people in one cell trusted the people in another cell, and then told the people in the other cell their cell's password. In the end, it turned out that the people in the other cell were actually the undercovers of the red-sleeved gang. Then all the people in that cell were taken away.
As a result, the trust between people became even more difficult to build.
The origin of the man in cell 009 was too strange because everyone knew that the people in cell 009 were dead. So the man in cell 009 either came from other areas and just happened to know the code of cell 009, or it was the old trick of the red-sleeved gang.
However, such a person had so many interesting stories. On boring days like this, having a person who knew so many stories was indeed a great thing. Gradually, everyone would open the covers of their doors after dinner to listen to the stories quietly.
In this dark world, the story from cell 009 has become a kind of spiritual food for the surrounding cells.
In this way, Zhou Yu won the nickname: Story King, and from his perspective, these white names gradually became blue names, which probably meant he had gained their trust. Moreover, during the 10-minute break, some people would even come to say hello, clearly showing that his status has risen significantly.
Gradually, Xiao Guang's state also changed from the previous very alert to a slightly bluish color, and just a little more time, it should not be a problem for Zhou Yu to gain complete trust.
However, the person who set up this level didn't seem to want to give Zhou Yu a good time. When everything was going smoothly, Xiao Yue suddenly became sick.
Cell 016 where Xiao Guang and Xiao Yue lived had only one food quota, so they always shared the food. The food quota was configured according to the nutritional needs of an adult. It was okay for the two children to share them at the beginning, but as they became older, their nutritional demand naturally would increase, so this food quota was definitely not enough.
There was a medical cabin in each cell where illnesses such as colds and fevers could be cured, but it was impossible to cure malnutrition. To save Xiao Yue, Xiao Guang had only one choice now, that was, to agree with boss Xiao Jin's condition, and exchange the central royal room's password for more food quotas.
Zhou Yu really wanted to kill the designer who designed this level. It took him nearly two weeks to tell stories, but just when he was about to gain the trust of Xiao Guang, there was an accident. Seeing Xiao Jin continuously promised various benefits while having a complacent look on his face, Zhou Yu's heart sank deeper.
Zhou Yu must take a risk now.
If this continued, Xiao Guang would inevitably agree to it because of the deterioration of Xiao Yue's condition. When the password was exposed, he would naturally fail to clear this level. Moreover, once Xiao Jin controlled the central room, he would be able to know his cell's password. At that time, his life would be in danger.
On this day, Zhou Yu finally made up his mind.
In the 10-minute meal break, Zhou Yu put the food aside and ran to cell number 010, which was next to his cell, and discussed with the people, who had complete trust in him, to prepare a little scheme.
He didn't completely waste his time in the past two weeks. At least, a few of the surrounding cells have vaguely regarded him as their leader, and a small underground gang has thus formed. Because of the ability to see through the red and white names, there was no need to worry about the existence of spies. Some time ago, a person pretended to be a normal person and wanted to hide in his group. The result was that the person was recognized at a glance, so there was no need to worry too much about the purity of the loyalty of his little group.
"Teacher, we have understood what you mean! We all believe you, and we will definitely succeed!"
There were zeals in the eyes of the people in cell 010. This was the eyes of the people who have complete trust in him, and this kind of look appeared more often on religious people. Unexpectedly, after fooling around for so many years, he became a spiritual leader.
However, this unconditional trust didn't give Zhou Yu the satisfaction of being worshipped, but the deep fear. Those religious spiritual leaders were often intoxicated by this kind of trust? But wouldn't they feel the tremendous pressure because of the overflowing sense of responsibility caused by this trust?
From this, it seemed that at least the profession of a religious spiritual leader was really not suitable for him.
The purpose of Zhou Yu was very simple, that was, to get a chance to talk to Xiao Guang directly, and not to let the people of the Red-Sleeve Gang hear it. If Xiao Guang didn't follow his advice, in the end, he could only rely on these loyal followers to make a final resistance.
Through word of mouth, there were around dozens of cells and around a hundred followers that fell under Zhou Yu's control, but the young people that could fight were only less than thirty. There were about three or four hundred people in the Red Sleeve Gang, so the gap was still very big. If there was a little bit more time to unite all the white names, there was still a chance.
Unfortunately, because he didn't have time, so this method also wouldn't work.
The key to solving this problem was the password to the royal room, which only Xiao Guang knew.
At lunch the next day, all 30 young people gathered together, and a small circle was formed in front of cell 016 to block everyone's sight. Zhou Yu relied on a pen to write and communicate with Xiao Guang.
Because the corridor was not completely blocked, the robot police would not do anything. But if the red-sleeved gang tried to forcibly break through, the robot police would think that those gang members wanted to create trouble, then they would be locked up.
In these 10 minutes or less than 8 minutes, Zhou Yu must obtain the password!


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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That evening, Tirza sat on the floor in the middle of the room, her long hair pulled into a messy ponytail. "Okay, come on, this is gonna work," she said out loud. She held out her arms, then put her left hand on her right should and her right hand on her left shoulder. She concentrated hard, then blinked. Nothing happened. "Aw man, what the hell!" she yelled. Tirza shook her head. "Okay, try the other one again." She used to right index finger to twitch her nose, expecting the movie from her top shelf to come to her. "Damn! Why isn't this working?" Snape looked up from his desk. He decided he had better investigate why Tirza was yelling and sighed. "For the love of god!" he heard her yell.
Snape walked quickly to her room and stood in her doorway. She sat on the floor with her arms folded, blinking. Then she tried to twitch her nose. Snape started chuckling, causing her to notice him. "Why isn't it working?" she demanded. "What exactly are you trying to do?" "Well you are a wizard and my mom was too, so I must be, but my powers aren't working! Jeannie could fold her arms and blink and stuff happened and Samantha twitched her nose and I can't do either!" He came and sat beside her. "Who are Jeannie and Samantha?" Tirza rolled her eyes. "You are so silly! Don't you know who they are?" He shook his head no. "Jeannie is a genie. Tony found her on the beach in a pretty bottle. And Samantha was a witch who married a human and a girl named Tabitha and a boy, whatever his name is. And they could do magic!"

Snape was growing more by the minute. "Who is Tony?" Tirza slapped her forehead with her hand. "Weren't you listening? Tony is the astronaut that found Jeannie in the bottle on the beach!" He shook his head like he understood even though he didn't. "Why can't I do magic?" Tirza asked. Snape smiled. "I could teach you if you would like." Tirza started jumping in excitement. "Really? Promise?" He nodded. "Yea!" She jumped into his arms almost knocking him over. "Tomorrow I will teach you. Right now, it is late and you must go to bed." Tirza stuck out her lower lip. "I'm not tired. I wanna watch a movie." Snape shook his head. "It's nearly 9 and you take a while to get ready." "Nope," she replied, continuing to sit on the floor and watched him expectantly. Snape sighed. "Child, you try my patience." "Cool. Ya wanna watch a movie with me?" "No, you must get ready for bed."

Tirza stood up and put her hands on her hips, frowning at him." "Not unless you can catch me!" Suddenly she smiled, winked and took off running. Snape, whose temper had been rising, realized it was a game. 'If I chase her for a while, she'll be tired and go to bed easier,' he thought as he gave chase. He wondered what the student and staff of Hogwarts would think if they could see him laughing and chasing after the tiny girl. Tirza whirled around. "Nah nah, na boo boo, you can't catch me!" She stuck her tongue out at him. She certainly was fast, rounding corners, ducking into spaces between furniture, even crawling under the couch! "Just you wait 'till I do catch you, you'll be one sorry little miss!" She laughed as he almost grabbed her before she could crawl under the coffee table and out the other side.

"You won't get me! I'm too fast!" She giggled, then tripped over the desk chair. She quickly crawled inside the chair space. Snape peeked in at her and smiled, then gave her a mock stern look. "I've got you now!" She giggled. "No! Help me!" she wailed in mock distress. "Now my naughty little child, you shall get your just punishment!" Snape could barely keep the smile off his face and she pulled her out, then held her around her waist with one arm and landed a soft swat to her bottom. "Help! I'm being murdered!" she yelled between giggles. He swatted her bottom gently several more times as she laughed and squirmed. Snape scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her room and set her gently on her bed. "Now little Tirza, will you get ready for bed?" Tirza looked thoughtful for a moment. "Whatcha gonna do if I don't?" He leaned his face close to hers and looked into her eyes. "You don't want to know." He winked and she started to giggle again. "Okay, okay if I have to." She looked at him expectantly and sighed. "Ya gotta leave so I can put on my jammies silly!"

Tirza bounced out into the sitting room in a long blue satin-like nightgown with Cinderella, the coach and the Fairy Godmother on the front. She bounced onto the couch and smiled. "Tirza Jade, how many times must I tell you not to jump on the furniture?" She giggled. "Okay, okay." "Are you ready for bed?" She nodded. "I washed my face, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and got my stuffies ready. There's just one thing left. I need you to read me a bedtime story!" Snape groaned. "I'm not good at bedtime stories. Why don't you read one to yourself?" Tirza gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Mommy always read to me," she told him quickly. Snape sighed, feeling he really shouldn't refuse. "Alright." Tirza bounced back to her bedroom and Snape reluctantly followed. 'Bedtime stories. I'm going soft!'

Alexa was feeling much better after getting a quick bath and changing to nightwear with Maya's help. Zoe jumps on her bed and cuddles Alexa. "I want to sleep with Sissy" Zoe informs Maya and tugs him into blanket. Alexa and Maya couldn't say no after seeing his puppy face. "Fine kiddo, you can sleep with me but I don't know any bedtime stories so let Maya stay until you fall asleep." To which Zoe nods yes.

He hugs Alexa on her laps and Maya starts reading bedtime stories to him. Alexa clucks after releasing that he has dozed off to sleep in just five minutes. She shifts him to other side of the bed carefully and tugs the blanket properly. Maya takes leave after wishing good night to Alexa. "Oh no, I must have asked Maya to help me with coffee ingredients at least. I can't sleep without it. No worries let me figure it out." Alexa whispers to herself and walks out of the room quietly. 

They had an open kitchen next to the hall. She walks to the kitchen slab and starts opening the drawer to gather the things. "Ok, here is the vessel, milk is in the fridge, great got coffee as well but where is sugar..." She whisper to herself while picking up the things. She was busy opening the drawers when suddenly someone hands over the sugar box to her. She gets up and turns back while saying "Thank you...." "Mr...Mr. Reo" Alexa gets shocked after finding him standing behind her. "I am sorry if I disturbed you with the sounds, actually I don't get sleep without having coffee at night." Alexa tries to explain herself. Before she could speak further was interrupted by Reo.

"Here are the cups, I prefer strong coffee with one spoon of sugar. The stove is on your left, mind your hands as it's automatic and attached to the slab." Reo coughs and speaks in polite tone.

Alexa keeps gazing at Reo's face still trying to figure if she was dreaming as this was the first time this arrogant man has addressed her in such polite way.

"Any problem", Reo waves his hand infront of Alexa's eyes as she was not blinking for a minute now.

*Cough* "Ah...no nothing Mr. Reo, let me prepare the coffee." Alexa turns back and starts preparing the coffee.

Reo walks towards the sofa and pretend to read a magazine which was lying on the sofa but he was actually sitting there to peak an eye on Alexa who was looking super tempting to him in her nightwear. After so many years of breakup with his girlfriend, Alexa was the first one to make his heart feel this warm. 

Alexa prepares the coffee and walks towards Reo holding both the coffee mugs. "Mr. Reo, Here you go" Alexa places the strong coffee mug on the table infront of Reo. "Thank you Ms. Alexa and please address me as Reo."

"That's not a problem and you too please call me Alexa." She smiles while sipping her coffee.

"If you don't mind let sit outside in the back lawn, you will like it but before that is your leg ok? Can you walk? Else we can sit her itself." Reo invites Alexa to the back lawn which was attached with the hall. To which Alexa nods in positive "I am fine now, thanks to Maya and yourself for taking care of me". Both gets up and walks out till the lawn.

It was one of the dark night with no moon and just few stars in the sky, they had dim light placed in the lawn which added beauty to the night.

They both sat on the stairs itself.

Alexa shiver a bit after feeling a cold breeze suddenly. Reo was watching her "Do you want to go inside." He speaks out suddenly.

"No it's fine, it's pleasant here" She holds her warm mug in both the hands and sip the coffee while watching the stars.

"By the way, I like the coffee it's exactly of my taste" Reo praises her with a smile.

"I am sorry for the behavior earlier. I am very protective towards Zoe and thus who ever tries to come to close to him, I take them as a threat. You know right one should not trust someone so easily" Reo starts the conversation.

Alexa smiles and continues the talk.

"Actually you are right, parents do care for their children a lot and I can see in your eyes that you a great father."

Reo blushes after hearing compliment from Alexa but tries to hide it.

"Let's start again. My name is Reo, an International Singer and a single parent. No interest in girls as had enough and want to raise Zoe without any issues. Tries to make sure to give enough time to Zoe" Reo stretch out his hand towards Alexa after completing his intro.

Alexa chuckles and returns the handshake.

"I am Alexa, a member of known but not so famous band in Japan. Our band name is "Night Angels" Lost my parents in early stage. I am a divorcee with no kids. For me Love and family is my band mates and singing", she completes the last sip of her coffee while running through her intro.

"Divorcee. You were married but you look so young" Reo speaks out suddenly in shock. 

"Haha...I lost my parents in an early stage and it was my grandparents who supported me after them. When I was still graduating they got an alliance for me and got married after getting my first job, but lesser we knew that I will be back to them in just six months". Reo could see a fake disheartened smile on Alexa's face while saying these words.

"Six months, mind sharing with me further" Reo speaks out much politely in tone as was curious to know further.

Alexa usually didn't like sharing these things with anyone but there was something different today, probably she felt a connect with Reo and thus nods positively to his request.

"I got married after I joined my first job, I still wanted to support my grandparents by sending them money but my in-laws and husband didn't liked it. It started with verbal abuse and then things turned out weird in few weeks when they starting using different ways to torture me. He would often come drunk at late night and then force me to sleep with him" Alexa throat started getting chocked and she gulped her saliva to continue further but Reo stopped her as could see her eyes getting teary.

"That's ok, don't explain further" Reo gives side hug to her and pats slowly on her shoulder.

She felt relaxed with his touch and takes a deep breathe. "Uff...I am sorry, have bored you with my story. It was going all good and I spoiled the ambiance." Alexa bites her lips while feeling sorry for the boredom caused by her.

Reo hits her on forehead and chuckles "It's ok to speak about the bothering memories that only helps it to fade out" He takes away the mug from Alexa's hand and starts walking inside.

"It was nice talking with you Alexa. Have a nice sleep. Don't bother to get up early as it's Sunday and we don't have practice tomorrow. And leave these mugs, I will take care of it" Reo smiles and wishes good night to Alexa.

"Good night Reo, it was nice talking with you" she smiles back and walks towards her room.

Alexa after reaching to her room walks slowly towards the bed and tugs herself inside the blanket. "He is not that bad, I misunderstood him". She turns towards Zoe and hugs him and dozes off to sleep.

On the other hand, Reo watched Alexa back until she went inside her room and then walks upstairs towards his room. After reaching his room he lies down on his bed and thinks about the conversation with Alexa few minutes back "I never knew she had such a heartbreaking past, I have been rough with the silly girl and she never complained back. All she had was a lovely smile on her face which covered all these pains without anyone's knowledge".

He felt a pain in his heart after remembering Alexa's words from evening when he spoke about her character and she replied with teary eyes "Mr. Reo, what wrong have I done to you for you to think so low of me."

"I am sorry Alexa, have misunderstood you very wrongly". He whisper in low voice while watching Alexa's pic in his phone. He didn't realize but tears where already falling down from his eyes for no reason. (May be because he has started falling for her). It was already late at night when he dozed off to sleep.

This is a story of a girl named Alexa Su, who lost her parents in childhood and was take care by her grandparents. After having a troublesome childhood and marriage,, tried to continue her passion in Singing. 

She meets her first best friend in "Xia Music Academy" Yie Xu who is also her band mate. 

Her destiny changes after entering in Music career. Let's see if she will meet someone special or will get along with her bad luck.

They stood at the door until both vehicles had left the driveway. Then Nikki shut off the outside lights and locked up. "That was really fun."

He followed her back to the sofa. "Yes, it was. Nice of my dad to cater."

She pulled a cable-knit blanket over them. "Very nice. He's very sweet and obviously crazy about Chelsea."

"He has been from the start. At first, it was kind of odd for us to see him with someone else, but now she's one of us."

"Do you hear from your mom?"

"Yeah, we're in touch. We text and stuff."

"What's her name?"

"Deb."

"Your entire demeanor changes when you talk about her. Do you realize that?"

"It does?"

She nodded.

Reclined against a pile of pillows with her snuggled up to him, Riley ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to bring some order to it. "I'll never understand why people don't just get divorced if they want someone else. Why cheat?"

"I don't know. I don't get it either." She looked up at him. "No matter what happens between us, I promise I will never do that to you."

"And I will never do it to you." He drew her into a kiss that quickly went from soft and sweet to needy. "I feel like it's been days since I woke up with you."

"Days and days," she whispered. "Let's go to bed."

On Thursday, Riley and the rest of the McCarthy family took the first boat off the island to attend Courtney's funeral, which was held in a cathedral in Providence. They filled four rows in the crowded church, surrounding Shane with their unwavering support. 

Shane had remained stoic throughout the emotionally charged service, and Katie never left his side or released her tight hold on his hand during a very long day.

The usually jovial group was subdued on the ferry ride home. 

"It was so good of you all to come," Shane said. "I really appreciate it, and I know Courtney's mom did, too."

"Nowhere else we would've been today," Big Mac said.

"We're all so proud of you, Shane," Linda said. 

Shane's eyes filled as he shook his head. "Don't be proud of me. I didn't do anything."

"You tried to save her," Linda said gently. "You did as much as anyone could."

"She's right, son," Frank said. "The only one who could truly save Courtney was Courtney. You did everything you could and then some."

"This is just the saddest freaking thing," Janey said in a low tone that only Riley and Finn sitting next to her could hear. "I can't bear it for him."

"He's going to be okay," Finn said. "We'll all be there for him, and we'll get him through it."

"I thought you were planning to go back to Connecticut," Riley said.

"I talked to Mac, and he begged me to stay until the Wayfarer is finished. Besides, I don't feel right leaving when Shane's dealing with all this, and what's up with him anyway?" Finn gestured to Mac, who was on the phone as he paced from one end of the cabin to the other.

"No idea," Riley said. "He's been agitated all day."

"He doesn't like leaving Maddie and the kids on the island, especially this time of year," Janey said. "He was afraid he wouldn't be able to get back to them."

"You left Joe," Finn said.

"And we told Maddie to call him if she needed anything, but Mac frets nonetheless."

"Something else is up with him," Riley said. "He's been acting kinda weird all week."

"He's always weird, if you ask me," Janey said, grinning.

"You have to say that," Finn said. "You're his baby sister."

Janey rolled her eyes. "And he never lets me forget it. I have two kids, and he still can't deal with the fact that I have sex, regularly, with his best friend."

"Ewww," Finn said, cringing. "Don't be disgusting."

 "Nothing disgusting about it, my friend," she said suggestively.

A shout went up from the other side of the cabin, where Adam sat with Abby. She was holding her cell phone and staring at it with huge eyes as Adam leaned in to see what it said. Then he looked at her, seeming equally dazed.

"What's going on?" Janey asked her brother and sister-in-law.

"We just got a text," Abby said, her eyes filling with tears and her hands shaking. "TheyÉ They have a baby for us."

The group erupted into cheers and surrounded Adam and Abby to share in their excitement. Luckily, they had the cabin more or less to themselves.

"It's a boy," Adam said, leaning in to see the phone, every bit as emotional as his wife as he read the text. "The family he'd been promised to is unable to take him, so it's happening fast. We can pick him up the day after tomorrow."

Janey took the phone from Abby, whose hands were shaking so hard, she could barely hold it. "The message says you need to reply if you are willing to accept the child."

"Say yes!" Adam said. "Tell them we'll be there!" As Janey typed in their response, he pulled his wife into his arms and let out a happy whoop. "We're having a baby!"

"And life goes on," Big Mac said, squeezing Shane's arm. "Life goes on."

By the time the ferry docked in South Harbor, Mac was on the verge of a full-on anxiety attack. Leaving Maddie and the kids alone on the island in the dead of winter had freaked him out, because there was always a chance he wouldn't be able to get back if the ferries stopped running. There'd been no question about going to the funeral to support Shane, who was not only his cousin but his close friend and coworker.

He and Maddie had debated about her going with him, but Hailey had a fever the day before, so Maddie hadn't felt right about leaving their daughter with a sitter for a long day, and with baby Mac still breastfeeding, they would've had to bring him with them. In the end, they'd decided she should stay home while he went to the funeral by himself. But he hadn't had an easy moment since the morning ferry pulled out of port, leaving the most important people in his life behind on a remote island in the dead of winter. 

"Mac." Only his father's hand on his shoulder kept him from leaping the three feet from the still-moving ferry onto the island. "What the hell is wrong with you today? You're like a cat on a hot tin roof."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Mac."

The way his father said his name had him turning to face Big Mac. At six foot two, Mac was no shrimp, but his father still had two inches on him. He also had an ability to stare him down that no one else, except Maddie, had. 

"What's going on, son? And don't say it's nothing. I know you too well to believe that."

"I don't like leaving Maddie and the kids on the island, especially this time of year." He glanced at the dark clouds that had loomed all day. The crossing had been bumpy, but not as rough as it could've been.

"What else?"

"That's it." Mac glanced longingly at his truck parked a hundred yards away. "Can I go now?"

"You can go when you tell me what else is going on."

The cars began rolling off the ferry. Uncle Frank tooted as he and Betsy drove by with Laura and Owen in the backseat. They'd left their kids with one of the women who worked for them at the hotel, which was quiet this time of year.

Knowing defeat when it stared him in the face, Mac sagged as he glanced up at his dad. "Maddie's pregnant."

His father seemed momentarily stunned before he recovered. "Oh. Well. Congratulations."

"Thanks. I think."

"That's why you were so tense about going today."

"One reason. She's been really tired, and I'm sure she's had a long day. The thought of them being here and me not being able to get back to them for whatever reasonÉ Stressed me out."

"I get it." 

"The pregnancy is very new. We're not telling anyone becauseÉ" He still had trouble saying Connor, the name of their son who had died in utero. 

"I won't say a word. I promise." His father hugged him, speaking gruffly in his ear. "You're a wonderful husband and father, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

Damn the man! He had Mac on the verge of bawling his head off. "I had the best possible example," Mac replied.

"Everything okay?" Adam asked as he, Riley and Finn approached them.

"Yeah," Big Mac said, releasing Mac. "Everything is just fine."

"It is now." Mac stepped onto the island and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Waving to the others, he jogged to his truck and was on his way home within seconds. The ten-minute ride to Sweet Meadow Farm Road seemed to take twice that. Even though he'd texted with Maddie all day, the vision of their home lit up like a power plant was the best thing he'd seen since he'd left nearly twelve hours earlier. Every freaking light in the house was on, probably thanks to Thomas, who they were constantly telling to turn off the lights when he left a room.

Mac bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, opened the sliding door from the deck and stepped into bedlam. Toys were scattered about the living room, little Mac was bawling his head off as Maddie walked him while also supervising Thomas and Hailey, who were apparently supposed to be cleaning up but were fighting over a truck. The kitchen table was covered with the remains of what looked like a spaghetti dinner.

Filled with relief, he blew out a deep breath. Business as usual.

Hailey was the first to spot him, and she let out a cry of happiness as she ran for him on pudgy legs. Her blonde curls bounced, and her face reflected her pure joy at seeing her daddy after a long day.

Mac scooped her up and made her squeal when he kissed her neck. She smelled like peanut butter, spaghetti sauce and little girl. Most important, the fever was gone. "How's my baby girl?"

"Daddy, Thomas got in trouble for stealing my toys."

"I didn't steal nothing," Thomas said, sticking his tongue out at his sister. 

Mac squatted down and brought Thomas into his embrace, kissing the top of his head. "How about I make you guys a deal? I'll help you clean up this mess and take your baths and read you three bedtime stories if you promise no more bickering. Do we have a deal?"

"Okay, Daddy," Hailey said.

Three stories were a powerful bargaining tool.

"All right," Thomas said begrudgingly.

"You guys get started, and I'll help as soon as I say hi to Mommy."

"No kissing," Thomas said, making a disgusted face.

"Yes kissing," Mac said, cuffing his son's chin. "Lots of kissing."

"Gross," Thomas said.

Mac couldn't wait to remind him of that when he reached the age when kissing was no longer gross. Standing upright, he went to his wife, taking the baby from her. "Hi, honey, I'm home."

"Thank God," she said, weariness clinging to every inch of her.

Mac leaned in for a kiss and was surprised when she pulled back.

"I stink like sour breast milk and a variety of other substances that can't be easily identified."

"I don't care what you smell like. I want a kiss from my gorgeous wife."

"It might be time to get you some glasses. At your advanced age, vision is the first to go."

Smiling, he hooked his free arm around her waist and gave her an uncompromising look. "Kiss me before I die from wanting you to."

Shaking her head at his shameless appeal, she gave him a gentle peck. "There."

"You can do better. I'll expect a do-over at bedtime."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Is this guy fed?" he asked of the baby, who had settled the minute Mac showed up, something that happened often enough that Maddie cried "no fair" at least once a day. It certainly didn't break his heart that his son seemed to favor him over everyone else, not that he would ever admit that to the baby's devoted mother.

"He's drunk on breast milk and ready for bed."

"Go on up and take a bubble bath. I got this."

"You haven't even taken your coat off yet, and you must be hungry. There's a plate for you warming in the oven."

"Go. I got it. Relax. You're off duty."

"In case I forget to tell you later, I really love you."

"I'll remind you to tell me again."

She left him with a giddy grin and went to kiss Thomas and Hailey good night. "Be good for Daddy and help him with baby Mac."

"We will, Mommy," Thomas said. He took his big-brother duties very seriously when it came to Mac. Not so much with Hailey, whose job it was to be a constant thorn in his side, or so it seemed to Thomas.

With Mac supervising, they picked up the toys and returned them to the toy box and containers.

"Good job, buddy," Mac said to Thomas, who'd done most of the work.

They went upstairs to put the baby down before Mac supervised Thomas and Hailey in the tub. As usual, he got as wet as they did, just like he had the long-ago first night with Thomas when he'd been brand-new to babies and baths. Now he was a seasoned professional. 

By the time he read the three stories he'd promised and got them tucked into their beds, Mac was ready to drop from the long, emotional day. He went downstairs and had a few bites of the dinner Maddie had left for him and locked up before going back upstairs to shut off the rest of the lights. Unbuttoning the dress shirt he'd worn to the funeral, Mac stepped into the master bedroom, where Maddie was in bed reading a home decorating magazine. He took off the wet shirt and T-shirt under it, tossing them on the foot of the bed.

"My hero," she said, welcoming him with a warm smile. "Is everyone in bed?"

"For the moment." Bedtime was often a rolling event with a variety of ups and downs until everyone was asleep. "Fingers crossed they stay there."

"How was it?" she asked.

"As awful as you might imagine."

"And Shane?"

"He seems okay. It's going to take a while, I suppose." He sat next to her on the bed and linked his fingers with hers, feeling like he could finally breathe again after a long, stressful day off the island. "I was out of my mind leaving you guys here while I went to the mainland."

"We were fine."

"I know, but the thought of not being able to get back to you for whatever reason made me nuts."

She released his hand and held out her arms to him. "Come here."

He crawled into her outstretched arms and breathed in the sweet scent of summer flowers that reminded him of their beginning. "I was thinking about the first time I ever gave Thomas a bath."

"You got as wet as he did."

"I still do. My shirt is soaked."

"Your hair is wet, too," she said, laughing.

"Some things never change."

"I've never been as happy to see you as I was tonight."

"You're really tired?"

"It's insane! I wake up tired, and I feel like I'm slogging through quicksand all day long."

"Hopefully that'll pass after the first three months."

"I hope so, too, or the inmates are going to overtake the asylum around here."

"Nah, we won't let that happen." He forced his mind and body to relax. Everything was fine. They were okay, so he was okay. "Big family news on the ferry ride home."

"What's that?"

"Adam and Abby got a text from the adoption agency. They've got a baby boy for them. They're picking him up the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, Mac. Oh my God. That's the best news I've ever heard!"

"I know. They're so excited, and shocked."

"We'll have to help them get ready. They'll need everything. Between all of us, we can get them what they need to start with."

"I'm sure they'll appreciate that. Let me up so I can brush my teeth. I'm ready to end this long-ass day."

He went into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, sliding into his side five minutes later and immediately reaching for her.

She turned off the light and snuggled up to him. "Were there a lot of people at the service?"

"It was packed."

"I never knew her, and I feel so sad about her death."

"I know. I do, too. Makes me so damned thankful for what I have with you."

"Me, too."

"I told my dad about the baby, or I should say, he got me to tell him."

"And how did he do that?" she asked, sounding amused.

"In his usual Big Mac way. He could tell I was wound up today being off the island while you guys were here. He promised not to say anything about it."

"I don't mind that you told him. Everyone will find out soon enough. They probably think we're like a couple of bunnies."

Mac snorted with laughter. "Let them say whatever they want. I'm more than happy to be like bunnies with you."

"It's not funny."

"Yes, it is." He tipped her chin up to receive his kiss. "It's hilarious."

"Easy for you to laugh. You're not the hare in this metaphor."

"You're not a hare. You're a queen. My queen. The mother of my five children, the center of my universe, the love of my life."

"Don't be sweet and charming when I'm trying to be depressed."

Laughing, he kissed the pout off her lips. 

"Thank you for saying we have five children."

"Connor counts. He'll always count."

She nodded. "Yes, he will."

"Close your eyes and get some sleep while you can."

"Only if you will, too."

"I'm not going to have any trouble sleeping tonight," he said. "Being stressed out all day is exhausting."

"I love you, Mac, and I love the way you love us."

"I love you, too. You and our babies are everything to me."



Maddie Chester is determined to leave her hometown of Gansett Island, a place that has brought her only bad memories and ugly rumors. Then she’s knocked off her bike on the way to her housekeeping job at McCarthy’s Resort Hotel by Gansett’s “favorite son,” Mac McCarthy. He’s back in town to help his father with preparations to sell the family resort and has no intention of staying long. When Mac accidentally sends Maddie flying over the handlebars, badly injuring her, he moves in to nurse her back to health and help care for her young son. He soon realizes his plans for a hit-and-run visit to the island are in serious jeopardy, and he just may be “maid” for love.

Share in the life of the McCarthy family as well as their many island friends in this much-loved sexy romance series.

Maid for Love and the Gansett Island Series are created by Marie Force, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

The mute girl could not speak or write, but no one knew that Gong Mochen had taught her the password before he left.
She used her fingers to press a signal on the table with different weights.
Gong Mochen's ears twitched slightly. The signal of different lengths represented a word. His brain responded with two words at the speed of light, 'Ye Wei' 
His brows were tightly furrowed. He had deliberately set up the marriage between Ye Wei and Nangong Mochen before he left, using Ye Wei to tie Nangong Mochen up. Obviously, he had given ye Wei a chance, and Ye Wei was also unable to marry him to Nangong Mochen.
However, the only woman who had been by Nangong Mochen's side for the past five years was ye Wei. Ye Wei would not give the note to the mute girl for no reason.
Moreover, everyone knew that the mute girl could not speak or write. She only knew a few simple words. Ye Wei probably changed her notes and gave the note to the mute girl because of this.
"stop all the medicine and don't give it to Madam again, " He instructed the mute girl.
Han Qing had always liked ye Wei. Even if ye Wei left Nangong Mochen, there was no need for her to deliberately come back to harm Han Qing.
Could it be that Nangong Mochen deliberately caused his mother's illness?
However, this was only a guess. He could only let the mute girl stop taking her medicine to try.
The mute girl nodded, helped Han Qing up, and brought her back to the bedroom to rest.
Gong Mochen carried Lian Lian and brought her back to his room.
"Lian Lian, shall we take a bath? " He asked.
"No, I don't want to take a bath with you. I want to take a bath myself, " Lian Lian said vigilantly.
Because Gong Mochen used the words 'we'll take a bath' .
"Of course you'll take a bath yourself. Do you think I'll take a bath with you? " Gong Mochen smiled.
After all, it was a girl. Did she think that boys and girls could wash together?
In the next moment, mou ran realized the problem. "Why did you think that I wanted to wash with you? "
"Willam insisted on washing with me, " Lian Lian said with a pout.
Gong mochen frowned instantly. If Willam was here, he promised not to beat him to death!
Lian Lian was still so young, but Willam wanted to wash with Lian Lian. It really hurt his heart.
His eyes were cold. "Don't worry, Shu Li will not let him find you. "
"Shu Li, you're so nice! " Lian Lian's little mouth kissed the man's silver mask.
Gong Mochen's heart trembled. It was obvious that he was shocked by something.
"Shu Li will take care of you and your mother. "
He carried the little boy in the bathroom and took off his clothes to bathe him. He asked the mute girl to come in and check Lian Lian's body to see if she had any injuries that she shouldn't have.
The mute girl helped Lian Lian take a bath and came out to tell Gong Mochen that she wasn't injured with a secret code.
Gong Mochen finally relaxed. Luckily, Willam didn't go overboard Otherwise, he could have killed Willam right now!
He picked up the little milk bun and sent her to bed before he went to the bedroom to take a shower.
When he went to bed in his pajamas, the little milk bun climbed onto his body.
"Shu Li, do you want to sleep with me? " Lian Lian asked.
"If you don't want to sleep with me, that's fine, " Gong Mochen said.
"You can sleep with me, but you can't sleep with me in your arms. I'll feel uncomfortable, " Lian Lian said.
Gong mochen looked at the little milk bun lying on his chest. His pink black hair was scattered, and he looked as cute as Qin Sheng when she was young.
"Okay, I won't hug you to sleep. I'll just lie next to you. "
Willam hugged Lian Lian to sleep every day?
The corner of his lips twitched. He swore that he would never let Willam see Lian Lian again in this lifetime.
Lian Lian was very happy to sit on the man. "Shu Li, do you know how to tell bedtime stories? "
Gong Mochen nodded. "Yes, Shu Li knows a lot of bedtime stories. What do you want to hear? "
This was his forte. He had been telling Qin Sheng bedtime stories since young and those stories had been memorized by heart.
"I want to hear the story of the Prince and the princess. Mama told me a story, but it didn't have an ending. I want to know, " Lian Lian said.
"What story? " Gong Mochen asked, as if all stories had an ending.
"A princess and a prince fell in love, but their families had a feud. Later, the princess and the prince got separated. They were separated by many forests and mountains, but the princess still loved the prince.
When the princess returned to the prince's country, the prince was already with another princess.
"Shu Li, do you know this story? " Lian Lian asked.
Gong Mochen's heart skipped a beat, and his voice came out from his deep throat, "I know this story. Later, the prince went to look for the princess, but the princess married another prince, and they gave birth to a little princess. "
An unconcealable sadness swept through his heart.
It seemed that Lian Lian did not like this ending. "Then can they still be together? "
Gong Mochen's eyes focused on Lian Lian's small face. "Do you want them to be together? "
"Yes, I want the prince and the princess to be together. " Lian Lian held the man's hand.
"later on, the Prince Crossed Countless rivers, crossed countless mountains, and met his princess. He still loved her so much, and his heart never changed.
Later on, he brought the princess back to his country, and the three of them lived a happy life."Gong Mochen continued.
"really? I like this ending. But don't they have many grudges? What about them? " Lian Lian Thought of this problem.
"The prince will solve it. He will give the princess a quiet sky. Let her and the little princess always have a sunny day, " Gong Mochen said as he hugged the soft little creature in his arms.
"It's so nice. Shu Li, tell me another one! " Lian Lian slid down from the man's body and curled up beside him like a kitten, leaning against the man's side.
Gong Mochen looked down at the little girl's face and continued to tell the story until he heard her even breathing.
He then gently combed her long hair. "Baby, can I be your father? "
He murmured softly.
"..."
Chu Xia and Ming Tai returned home. Ming Tai arranged for Chu Chu to sleep before he walked out of Chu Chu's bedroom.
"Qin Sheng's Lian Lian will probably be hard to find. Let's go back to the country. You can't help much here, " Ming Tai said.
Prince Riel, General Feiying, and Gong Mochen had all appeared, but Lian Lian had mysteriously disappeared. If it wasn't man-made, he didn't believe that Lian Lian had the ability.
Moreover, the entire H nation was the center of power in the world. He felt like it was the eve of a storm.
"but Qin Sheng is my best sister. I want to help her. Besides, Jian Jian hasn't been found yet, " said Chuxia.
"Chuxia, don't you understand? You shouldn't have appeared here. If you hadn't appeared, Jian Jian wouldn't have been lost. But now that you're here, Jian Jian has run away from home. ".
He had followed Sikong Jue for so many years and was well-educated by Sikong Jue. You can rest assured that he and Sikong Jue are here. I heard that he has already obtained the beginner pharmacist qualification.
If he and Sikong Jue were together, he would develop better on this road. "sometimes I wonder, are you unable to let him go, or are you unable to let Sikong Jue go? " Ming Tai asked aggressively.

"Uncle, I was punished for being late! " "Buy the school. "
"Uncle, I was bullied! " "SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! "
In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn't have them, she only competed for uncles!
Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.
Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

After listening to Si Yiyan's instructions over the phone and watching the tutorial video that he had sent her, Wen Xinya finally folded a blanket properly in a reasonably acceptable manner before 5:30 PM.
Ye Feiyu witnessed the entire process and even made fun of her for it. The thought of the looks on her roommates' faces made Wen Xinya feel incredibly embarrassed.
The lights went out at 11 PM and the freshmen went to bed. 
However, Wen Xinya tossed and turned in bed continuously because she could not fall asleep. 
Wen Xinya could only fall asleep on either her own bed or those that she was familiar with. Hence, she could not get used to the cold and hard single-sized bed at all. She felt like she would knock into her roommate as soon as she flipped to the side and felt rather uncomfortable. 
Bored out of her wits, she hid beneath her blanket and sent Si Yiyan a text message which read: "The bed is hard and narrow. I feel like I'm lying on the ground. My entire body aches and I can't fall asleep at all."
She could not help but miss the huge black sandalwood bed that she usually slept on in the Wen Family mansion. She particularly enjoyed the mild fragrance of sandalwood. She also thought about the eaglewood bed that used to belong to her mother, in the Mo Family home which had a warm and mild aroma. At the same time, she also missed the large Hainan eaglewood bed in Lishan Mansion, which was paved with rare sable. It was her absolute favorite. 
After drawing comparisons, she finally realized that she had unknowingly been spoiled rotten by Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan soon replied, "Imagine that you're lying on the sable bed at home and you'll fall asleep soon."
Wen Xinya replied, "I'm doing that. Doesn't work!"
Next, Wen Xinya's mobile phone began to ring.
Fortunately, she had put it in silent mode and hence, did not wake her roommates up. After a moment of hesitation, she answered the call but dared not say anything.
Si Yiyan said, "You don't have to say a single word. I'll tell you a story and you'll fall asleep very soon."
Wen Xinya's heart was filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling. Throughout her childhood, she had never once been told bedtime stories. She heard that listening to bedtime stories was the best and most unforgettable memory one could have of their childhood. 
To her surprise, the person who would be fulfilling her dreams of enjoying such a blissful moment turned out to be Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan's voice was particularly pleasant and refined like the melody of ancient instruments. He began to narrate the story of Athena in a deep and alluring voice. 
There were variations in his tone and he used a wide vocabulary as well, thus making the story sound much more interesting and less dull.
Wen Xinya began to get engrossed in the story while listening to his narration.
Soon, his voice began to sound muffled as she was hit with a wave of sleepiness.
Next, she fell asleep! 
During her sleep, she dreamed of herself being in a pink room that was full of happiness. Her mother extended her arms and said, "Xinya, come to Mommy!"
The toddler Wen Xinya scurried towards her mother, only to stumble and fall accidentally. She got up from the ground aggrievedly and leaped into her mother's arms. "Mommy, hug me!"
Her mother's embrace was soft and fragrant. She kissed her mother merrily while drooling all over the place.
At five in the morning, the shrilling sounds of the alarm outside the dorm filled the air.
The peaceful sleep of the pampered freshmen was disrupted and they were jolted awake by the loud and sudden alarm. Everyone began airing their woes and complaining loudly to express their unhappiness. Only a few actually got out of bed. 
Wen Xinya was still immersed in dreamland and did not wish to wake up at all.
Noticing that there seemed to be no signs of students waking up, the teachers hurriedly headed to the dorm, only to be greeted with the sight of all the freshmen still lying on their beds. They did not seem like they intended to wake up at all. The teachers ordered loudly. "All of you, get out of bed now."
One of the freshmen refuted in displeasure. "It's only five in the morning. Why do we have to wake up? I've never woken up at such an early timing before in my life."
"The wake-up call is for the soldiers, not us. It's only five in the morning. Who wakes up at this hour!?!"
As soon as they stopped complaining, Xu Zhenyu appeared at the door of the dorm, dressed impeccably in his neat uniform. He hollered. "I'm giving you guys five minutes to get out of bed. If you're late, you'll be punished to stand for an hour."
Xu Zhenyu's voice was loud and threatening, so much that the freshmen were stunned awake. 
A ruckus broke out immediately in the girls' dorm and they could even be heard screaming.
It was an all-girls' dorm and everyone was still sleeping. How terrifying must it be for there to be a male voice coming out of nowhere, bright early in the morning!?!
Still in a daze, Wen Xinya sat up straight and rubbed her eyes wearily. She finally realized that they only had five minutes to get ready. Hence, she hurriedly put on her clothes and began packing her bed without even bothering to put on any skincare product.
Xu Zhenyu then checked each and every bed. 
When he reached Wen Xinya's bed, he stood calmly in front of her with a frown. After staring at her okay-looking blanket for a long while, he said, "You've got a borderline pass."
Wen Xinya blushed, not daring to look at Xu Zhenyu's face. Clearly… he cut her some slack! 
In the end, only eight out of twenty freshmen failed. Thanks to Wen Xinya, most of them managed to escape the ordeal. However, come tomorrow… 
Everyone gathered at the parade square at 5:30 AM.
The nights were longer in September and the sun had yet to rise at five in the morning. Daybreak began to creep in and the skies were all gloomy. The freshness of the cool morning air made everyone wake up.
Xu Zhenyu stood rooted to the ground, appearing suave and magnificent with those captivating eyes of his. He also exuded a domineering and assertive aura.
"Stand straight," Xu Zhenyu said austerely. As soon as his voice filled the entire training ground, the sounds of the ruckus disappeared.
Xu Zhenyu pressed his lips tightly together and said, "Today, you're going to be learning how to stand at ease, stand at attention, march and parade." 
"Are you serious? What's there for us to train… are you just playing us…"
Xu Zhenyu ignored them and instead stared at the ten commanders before yelling, "Stand at attention!"
The ten commanders immediately acted in unison, appearing suave and dominant.
Everyone shut up. 
Xu Zhenyu pointed at the few complaining girls and the other two boys. "Stand for three hours."
Clearly, he was giving everyone a warning. 
Next, one of the soldiers came forth to check on their position while correcting them continuously. He would punch their shoulders to make them straighten them and kick them when their legs were bent. The violence and scoldings made everyone tense up in fear.
Finally, they decided to shape up and behave properly.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

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