After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Ding! Successfully slapped the chosen one Jiang Huaijin in the face, villain value +100!"

Upon hearing the notification in her mind, Xie Xingran swung her arms even more vigorously.

The notification sound in Xie Xingran's ear was still ringing incessantly, like a honeyed bell, making his little arms and legs jump with joy.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The crisp sound of slaps exploded in the quiet room, one after another, surprisingly loud.

The little dumpling in Jiang Huaijin's arms seemed to have a perpetual motion machine; the slaps landed quickly and urgently, with a ruthless and reckless force.

He quickly reached out to block her, his voice trembling with panic: "Ranran, wait...slow down, slow down!"

A child's palms are soft, so when they hit your face, they don't have much force; at most, they just make your skin slightly itchy.

But the little guy's attacks were too fierce, one after another, the relentless slaps made his mind go blank, and he even saw double images in front of his eyes.

"Slap! Slap!"

Xie Xingran ignored his pleas for mercy.

The notification sounds in my mind were still frantically refreshing the screen, with announcements of "[Villain Value +100]" and "[Villain Value +100]" rising and falling like the most inspiring battle anthem.

He fought even more frantically, his small body twisting and turning in Jiang Huaijin's arms like a little fish just out of the water, using both hands and feet, not a single spot was still.

When he got tired of slapping, he stretched out his chubby little hand and tried his best to pull at the strands of hair hanging down Jiang Huaijin's neck.

With her fingertips gripping the soft black hair, she yanked it hard, causing Jiang Huaijin to gasp in pain.

But Xie Xingran wasn't satisfied. He pouted and spat out a mouthful of milky-smelling saliva with a "pfft," which landed precisely on Jiang Huaijin's chin.

The little legs weren't idle either, kicking Jiang Huaijin's chest repeatedly. The force wasn't great, but the frequency was high enough, making his chest feel numb and tingly.

"Ranran, sweetie..."

Jiang Huaijin was thoroughly exhausted. Her once meticulously combed hair was now disheveled and hanging over her forehead. Her usually deep eyes were now filled with helplessness and panic.

He could no longer maintain his composure. He hurriedly protected the little darling in his arms with both hands, afraid that he might accidentally bump or hurt him.

"Wait... Ranran... I won't hit you... Be good—"

With great effort, he managed to carry Xie Xingran away and carefully place her in the cradle next to him.

Jiang Huaijin only breathed a sigh of relief when his arms were empty.

He straightened up, supporting his back; the once dashing young man was now in a sorry state.

His clothes were ripped open, his hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks, and there were still a few small red handprints on his originally handsome face, which were still warm.

"Eeya..."

Xie Xingran lay in the cradle, her little brows furrowed, kicking her legs in dissatisfaction.

He pouted, his dark, grape-like eyes glaring at Jiang Huaijin with resentment.

"Only a few hits? The villain's value is only a little over nine hundred, almost reaching one thousand!"

"This Jiang Huaijin is too weak-willed. With such limited abilities, he dares to call himself the chosen one?"

Xie Xingran thought to himself, "I should have hit him faster! If I'd hit him just one more time, my villain points would have reached a thousand!"

Thinking of this, Xie Xingran looked at the numbers on the panel and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Jiang Huaijin looked at himself and sighed helplessly.

He raised his hand to straighten his disheveled clothes and hair, his fingers stroking the lingering warmth on his cheek. Looking at the puffed-up little dumpling in the cradle, he couldn't help but smile wryly:

"Ranran, do you hate your brother that much? Why do you hit and kick him every time I hug you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little dumpling in the cradle seemed to have had some kind of trigger switch flipped.

Xie Xingran was taken aback at first, and then her big, watery eyes quickly filled with tears.

His little mouth twitched, and his nose twitched slightly. His smug little face vanished instantly, replaced by a pitiful look that looked like he was about to cry.

"Waaah... Waaah..."

A soft, weak sob escaped his throat, like the whimpering of a kitten, so gentle and sweet that it made one's heart clench.

Large tears, like beads from a broken string, rolled down his fair cheeks.

"Ranran?"

Jiang Huaijin completely panicked.

He had just casually complained, "Why does this little guy cry so easily?"

He frantically tried to wipe away his tears, but was afraid that his rough fingers would hurt him. His hand, which was stretched out in mid-air, froze in place, caught in a dilemma.

While crying, Xie Xingran stretched out her little hand towards Jiang Huaijin, making indistinct syllables, as if she was accusing him, or as if she was begging for a hug.

That pitiful little face instantly softened all of Jiang Huaijin's helplessness and grievances.

He sighed softly, resignedly bent down, and carefully took the little dumpling back into his arms.

A warm hand gently patted his back, and a soft voice said, "It's okay, it's okay, brother will hug you, don't cry. Ranran, be good, don't cry..."

As for being hit and kicked earlier, he had long forgotten about it.

After all, the little one in my arms is so small and soft, how much strength could he possibly have, even if he fusses?

Back in his familiar embrace, Xie Xingran lay on Jiang Huaijin's warm back, sobbing and pretending to cry, while secretly reaching out and grabbing a strand of hair on the side of his neck, giving it a gentle tug.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, villain value +100!]

[Current villain value accumulated to 1000 points, achieving the stage goal, reward: one treasure chest!]

The crisp electronic voice rang in her mind, and Xie Xingran's eyes lit up instantly.

He could no longer pretend, and he climbed onto Jiang Huaijin's back, laughing out loud.

The little body trembled slightly with joy.

I didn't expect to have collected a thousand points so quickly! It seems that Jiang Huaijin isn't as useless as I thought.

Thinking this, he loosened his grip on Jiang Huaijin's hair, nuzzled his head against Jiang Huaijin's neck, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Jiang Huaijin felt an itch from the soft flesh rubbing against the side of his neck. Looking down at the little guy in his arms, whose eyes were crinkled with laughter, his heart melted like spring water.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Xie Xingran's little nose, his voice so gentle it could melt water: "Little one, do you like snuggling in your brother's arms so much?"

"Eeya!"

Xie Xingran grinned, revealing her pink gums, but secretly rolled her eyes in her heart.

"Like my foot! If it weren't for that damn villain stat, who would want to lie in your hard, smelly arms?"

He still preferred the embraces of the girls in the nightclubs of his past life—fragrant and soft, a million times more comfortable than this.

But Xie Xingran thought again that Jiang Huaijin was the only chosen one he could currently contact.

If we want to keep increasing our villain value in the future, we'll have to rely on him.

A steady stream, a continuous flow.

Xie Xingran rolled her eyes, looking at Jiang Huaijin's smiling face, and decided to give this "long-term meal ticket" a little treat.

He tilted his head back and planted a wet, soft kiss on Jiang Huaijin's smooth cheek.

The milky scent made Jiang Huaijin's heart skip a beat.