Who gets reborn with a daughter?

"That's enough, let's go hiking now."

Fang Chusheng cleaned up the snack bags on the bed.

"Finally, we can go out!"

Fang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief; she would go crazy if she continued playing like this.

Jiang Yiling was in a good mood; for her, as long as she was with Suoyue, that was enough.

"It's a bit cold hiking at night, so please wear your hats."

Fang Chusheng took out the hat he had prepared in advance.

Aya put it on without thinking too much.

"This hat doesn't look good, I won't wear it."

Fang Yiyi still harbored resentment and didn't want to conform to her young father's wishes.

"Put it on, or you'll catch a cold like you did in Hangzhou."

Fang Chusheng looked serious.

"oh."

Fang Yiyi muttered to herself, this scene seemed somewhat familiar, as if she had experienced it when she was a child.

With everything prepared, Fang Chusheng felt relieved enough to take Ling Jie and Fang Yiyi out.

On the fifth day of the National Day holiday, some office workers had already returned to work, but there were still many people climbing Bailong Mountain at night.

Fang Chusheng looked around and saw that most of the people hiking at night were families of three, and he didn't recognize anyone.

What are you looking at?

Fang Yiyi noticed that the young man's eyes were darting around suspiciously the whole way, and something seemed off.

"I'm looking for a store to buy water. You guys wait here for me."

Fang Chusheng changed the subject and left.

After buying the water, he adjusted his hat and led the two men up the mountain.

Ling Jie and Xiao Bai have two different personalities. Xiao Bai chattered away the whole way, constantly pulling Fang Chusheng to take pictures, while Ling Jie was very quiet and didn't say a word the whole time.

Although Fang Yiyi is more outgoing than Ling Jie, she doesn't like to talk much in public.

Fang Chusheng really liked the current atmosphere; everything was under his control.

A night breeze blew as the three of them arrived at a stone bench in the mountains. At this time of day, there were few noisy children, and many of the stone benches were empty.

"Let's take a break."

Fang Chusheng blew the dust off the stone chair and gestured for Sister Ling to sit down.

Lingjie's physical strength is not as good as Xiaobai's. She stays at home all year round and can barely run 800 meters.

"And what about me?"

Fang Yiyi's little head was full of questions.

Isn't it said that a daughter is the apple of her father's eye? How come it's different with her?

"You can sit down too."

Ever since Fang Chusheng learned that another Ling Jie and Xiao Bai were suspected to be his future daughters, he has never had any wicked thoughts again.

This relieved him. Otherwise, he wouldn't know which of the two Ling sisters and Xiao Bai to choose. He couldn't possibly want them all like the silly netizens suggested.

"snort!"

Fang Yiyi snorted coldly, finding her young father increasingly unpleasant to look at.

However, she felt somewhat gratified, at least the young parents' relationship was warming up, which made her feel a bit superfluous.

"I hope they can be like that in the future!"

She pondered in her heart.

In the future, her parents' relationship was not very harmonious, so on her eighteenth birthday she wished to change everything.

She took it, and then she traveled through time.

I was a little confused when I first traveled to the future, but now I've accepted it. I just don't know how I'll get back to the future.

"Yiyi?"

Jiang Yiling noticed her daughter's unusual behavior.

"It's nothing, I'm just going for a walk."

Fang Yiyi didn't want to bring her bad mood to her young mother.

"Don't go too far."

Fang Chusheng had the air of an adult.

"snort!"

Fang Yiyi snorted in dissatisfaction and ran up the mountain.

"Slow down."

Fang Chusheng couldn't help but remind him.

Fang Yiyi ran faster and faster until she disappeared from their sight.

"Sigh, so mischievous, I wonder who he took after."

Fang Chusheng pursed his lips.

Jiang Yiling's cheeks flushed slightly. Having spent so many days with her daughter, she knew that her daughter's personality was like hers, but she could be mischievous at times.

She glanced at Fang Chusheng furtively, the future her daughter had described flashing through her mind, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

The two sat on a stone bench and chatted idly, their conversation revolving around novels, websites, and painting.

Soon, more than ten minutes passed.

Fang Chusheng glanced at the time and frowned, asking, "Why hasn't Yiyi returned yet?"

He sent a message, but no one replied; he made a phone call, but no one answered.

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue helplessly, stood up and said to Sister Ling, "I'll go look for her. Sister Ling, you wait here for me. If she comes back, call me."

"Mmm."

Jiang Yiling responded softly.

"I told you not to go too far, why aren't you coming back?"

Fang Chusheng left, cursing and swearing.

After he left, Jiang Yiling obediently waited on the stone bench.

After a while, two boys walked towards her.

"Beautiful lady, all alone?"

One of the boys, with his ash-gray hair and permed hair, was speaking in the local dialect.

Jiang Yiling couldn't understand, and clenched her fists as she looked in the direction Fang Chusheng had left.

"Hey, aren't you going to say anything?"

Another boy with longer hair smiled and took out his phone, pointing it at Jiang Yiling.

"Snap!"

The shutter clicked.

"Delete, delete it."

Jiang Yiling mustered her courage. She remembered what Suoyue had said: "From now on, only I can see your photos."

"Delete it? I won't delete it, I want to film more."

The long-haired man made provocative remarks and continued taking pictures.

Jiang Yiling bit her lip and lowered her head, unsure of what to do.

"Hey beautiful, wanna go down the mountain and have some fun?"

The boy with the perm whistled as he spoke.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out.

"Damn it! Why did you hit me, you idiot?"

The boy with the perm touched his head and shouted angrily.

"I didn't hit you."

The long-haired man looked completely bewildered.

Only then did the two notice a boy with a cigarette in his mouth standing behind them.

"Who the hell are you?"

The boy with the perm had a glint in his eye.

"I'm your father," the boy, Fang Chusheng, spat out the cigarette from his mouth and looked at the long-haired boy. "Give me your phone."

"Give it to your mother!"

"Are you fucking asking for it?"

The two boys were unruly.

"Shall we talk over there?"

Fang Chusheng looked into the distance.

"Walk."

The two boys did not refuse.

"Key, key, key..."

Jiang Yiling looked worried.

"Leave it to me, don't move."

Fang Chusheng comforted Sister Ling, then went to an open space not far away.

"Who are you with?"

He took out another cigarette and placed it on his hand.

The long-haired boy and the boy with the perm noticed that Fang Chusheng's movements when lighting a cigarette were very smooth, unlike the students like them who only secretly smoked in the toilet.

"Hoo!..." Fang Chusheng exhaled a cloud of smoke and continued, "From a technical school? Old Eight's men or Ye Xuefeng's men?"

Lao Batou and Ye Xuefeng were both well-known troublemakers among the students in Bailong County.

Fang Chusheng frequented internet cafes and arcades during his primary and junior high school years. Because he was good at games, he had good relationships with many hooligans and was quite well-known in the Bailong County hooligans' circle.

There are only two high schools in Bailong County: a regular high school and a vocational school. The troublemakers usually come from the vocational school.

Most of the hooligans Fang Chusheng knew had graduated, but in a small place like Bailong County, hooligans who had graduated a year or two earlier were more intimidating.

"None of your business! Let's go, kid."

The boy with the perm realized that Fang Chusheng was not someone to be trifled with and prepared to leave.

Fang Chusheng stopped the two of them, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. He couldn't let them leave; he had to at least delete the photos from their phones.