If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

While Gao Gao was still in shock, Luo Ren had already stood up and walked to the bookshelf.

He took two items from the top drawer and placed them on the table.

"Take this to him."

Gao Gao paused for a moment, then suddenly flew over.

"This is... for Master?"

"Um."

"A return gift?"

"Um."

Gao Gao opened the box and took a look.

The first thing that catches the eye is a quill pen.

It is translucent all over, and even Gao Gao, a rough little elf, can tell that it is carved from some kind of natural crystal.

The perfect facets refracted delicate halos under the candlelight; the nib was slender and beautiful from every angle.

The other gift was a bookmark.

It is as thin as a cicada's wing and has a faint silvery-green luster.

Gao Gao leaned closer and smelled it: "Wow! This is woven from starlight vine leaves?!"

"Yes," Luo Ren said, "give it to him."

Gao Gao's eyes lit up instantly, and she leaned closer to examine the quill pen carefully.

"Holy crap... what kind of crystal is this? I can feel the magic flowing inside!"

"And this Starlight Vine, isn't that something that only grows in the North? A single leaf could sell for hundreds of cartloads of flower cakes, right?!"

Gao Gao looked up at Luo Ren: "You're so willing to give that up?"

Luo Ren ignored her question and changed the subject: "My spiritual power is imbued in the quill pen."

Gao Gao tilted her head: "Mental power?"

"If he's in any danger in the future, I'll know immediately."

Gao Gao stared at Luo Ren for two seconds, then clapped her hands with a "smack": "Holy crap, that's good?!"

Luo Ren: "Hmm."

Gao Gao looked down at the quill pen again, then suddenly chuckled twice and leaned closer to Luo Ren: "Are you worried something might happen to my master? Are you thinking about him every day?"

Luo Ren remained silent.

Gao Gao didn't receive a reply, but she didn't care. She carefully put away the quill pen and bookmark.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it back," she muttered as she packed it up. "The owner must be overjoyed... Oh, all these days of feeding him haven't been in vain... His husband gave him a treasure, look at the mess this has made..."

"Oh, right," Gao Gao said, putting her things away, then looked up again, "can this pen actually write? Or is it just for decoration?"

"Can write."

Is it easy to use?

Luo Ren paused for a moment: "It works."

Gao Gao grinned, "If you say it's good, then it must be good. I'm off!"

With that, she picked up the food box and flew out the window.

The study fell silent.

Luo Ren stood by the window, watching the small golden dot disappear into the twilight.

After standing there for a while, he turned around and went back to the table, taking out the documents he hadn't had time to look at from the drawer.

……

"Master! I'm back!!"

Pei Yuening was sitting at her desk flipping through her potions textbook when she looked up at Gao Gao, who was exhausted, and asked, "Why are you so late?"

"Hehehe..." Gao Gao landed on the desk, carefully putting down what she was carrying: "Guess what I brought back?"

"What? Are you kidnapping some ignorant monsters on the street?"

"No, that's not it!" Gao Gao said, hands on her hips. "Your husband gave it to you!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..." Pei Yuening was startled and almost choked on his own saliva: "Wh...what?"

"Your husband gave this to you!" She patted the box.

Pei Yuening opened it and took a look.

When my eyes fell upon the two exquisite gifts, I couldn't help but exclaim, "This is...!"

"These are the return gifts your husband asked me to bring back!" Gao Gao said, hands on her hips, her ahoge sticking up high. "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Pei Yuening's hand trembled as she picked up the quill pen.

The pen has a warm, smooth feel, and the hand grip is excellent.

"This is made of natural crystal," Gao Gao began her rapid-fire report, "Master, do you know what natural crystal is?"

"They're in your textbooks. Each one contains a lot of magic, but to you it just glows."

"And look, this star-studded vine, the stars are so bright! The flower wreath I gave you before was also made from this. It looks so beautiful as a bookmark!"

"Many noble families don't even have this, but you have two, Master!"

Pei Yuening looked at it over and over: "...Did he really say that?"

"Of course! I heard it with my own ears!" Gao Gao proudly puffed out her chest. "It's a return gift for you!"

Pei Yuening couldn't help but smile.

He tried to pick up the pen and drew a stroke on the blank space on the table.

The moment the pen tip touches the paper, it feels even smoother than Dove chocolate.

"It works great!"

"Of course it's useful!" Gao Gao sat down next to him, swinging her two short legs back and forth. "Let me tell you, this pen is kept on the very top of his study. It's obviously something he's treasured for a long time."

"Oli didn't have any, but he gave it to you, Master. Luo Ren absolutely adores you."

"He said so much more?" Pei Yuening asked while drawing.

"...Uh, that's the gist of it!" Gao Gao skipped over the details with an air of self-righteousness.

"If you ask me, why don't we just go to his house tomorrow and kidnap him to be our wife? Or I can ask him how much dowry he's planning to ask for when I bring him his food tomorrow."

Pei Yuening paused for a moment, and the tip of her ear slowly turned pink.

"Then he asked you about your class today! I told him you got an A+, and he said that was great."

"Master is finished, he has definitely fallen in love with you."

"Hmm." Pei Yuening continued drawing.

"He even asked about unicorns! He asked about wind wolves! He asked about griffins! He asked so many detailed questions! It's obvious he genuinely cares about you!"

Gao Gao could no longer distinguish between her speaking on her own initiative and Luo Ren asking her.

"Mmm," Pei Yuening replied.

"He also—"

Gao Gao stopped talking halfway through her sentence.

She tilted her head and stared at the pattern that was taking shape under Pei Yuening's pen for a while.

"Master, what are you drawing?"

"A picture book." Pei Yuening didn't look up. "It's the story I told the unicorn today."

"Really?? Let me see—"

"Um."

Gao Gao leaned closer and looked at the little rabbit on the paper that was gesturing "this many".

"I want to hear too!" She plopped down next to Pei Yuening. "Tell me when you're done drawing!"

"I can explain it to you as I draw," Pei Yuening said, dipping her brush in a different color of ink and continuing to draw.

Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit. It was time for it to go to sleep, but it clung tightly to the big rabbit's long ears...

Gao Gao rested her chin on her hand, listening attentively.

"...It wants the big rabbit to listen carefully and guess how much I love you?"

The big rabbit said, "Oh, I couldn't have guessed that."

On the paper, the little rabbit is struggling to spread its two front legs apart.

"The big rabbit has longer arms, and when it opens them, it says, 'But I love you so much.'"

The little rabbit thought, "Hmm, that's a lot."

Pei Yuening painted slowly, but every stroke was taken very seriously.

As he drew and talked, a faint light began to emanate from the tip of the crystal quill pen.

Duke Luo's Mansion.

Luo Ren sat in the study, but his gaze did not fall on the paper.

His gaze was slightly lowered, and a very subtle sensation came from the other end of the mental connection.

The scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper.

The wet, diffused feel of watercolor.

And his familiar voice.

"...The little rabbit did a somersault, stood up on its hind legs, and said, 'I love you all the way to the tips of my hind legs.'"

Luo Ren's eyelashes twitched.

He saw it, through the spiritual power attached to that pen.

Wherever the pen tip touches, the image will ripple back like waves.

The little rabbit with outstretched arms on the paper.

The hind hooves extended to their highest point.

And the owner of these hands being painted, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and an unconscious curve at the corner of their mouth.

"...The big rabbit picked up the little rabbit, tossed it over its head, and said, 'I love you all the way to your hind hooves.'"

Luo Ren listened in silence.

From "so many" to "as far as a stream", from "over the hills" to "all the way to the moon".

The last sentence flowed from the paper, carrying the warmth of the pen tip.

"...I love you, all the way to the moon, and back again."

The painting is finished.

In the study at the other end, Gao Gao sniffed: "My God, what a beautiful story."

"Is this what the little unicorn was listening to? No wonder it fell asleep... I'm going to fall asleep too..."

Pei Yuening laughed: "Go to sleep."

"No," Gao Gao suddenly changed her expression, "Master, I have a question for you."

"I loved."

Luo Ren, on the other side, caught his breath.

Gao Gao babbled, "No! That's not what I meant!"

Pei Yuening chuckled: "Just kidding. Speak up if you have something to say."

"Do you love me or Luo Ren?"

Luo Ren: "..."

Pei Yuening chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about? What are you even discussing?"

"I don't care, you have to say it! I'm your first familiar! Say you love me the most!"

Pei Yuening paused for a moment: "Um..."

Luo Ren's fingertips twitched slightly.

"Between you and Luo Ren, I love..."

The sound disappeared.

Because Pei Yuening put down his pen.

Luo Ren: "……………"

Ok.

……

Pei Yuening flicked Gao Gao's forehead: "Are you satisfied with my explanation now?"

Gao Gao turned her face away: "Hmph!"

"eccentric!"

Pei Yuening said helplessly, "I didn't..."

He patted Gao Gao's head with his fingertips: "Alright, alright, go to sleep."

"I'll tell you another story tomorrow, okay?"

"You said it..."

"Yes, I said so."

"Then I want to hear about the flower fairies battling an SSS-rank swordsman!!"

"There's no such thing. Go to sleep."

"oh oh."

Meanwhile, in a room on the other side of the Duke's mansion.

Ollie sat on the edge of the bed, his face ashen.

He had already cursed that flower fairy eight hundred times in his mind.

Him, Ollie, Paramecium?

Potatoes come to life?

A bald chicken?

How dare she?!

How dare she point her finger at him and curse him in the Duke's mansion?!

How dare she point her finger at her father and curse him in front of him?!

He jumped to his feet and paced around the room twice. "Damn it... next time I see her, I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget!"

He clenched his fists, and the image of the flower fairy standing with her hands on her hips and spraying him uncontrollably flashed through his mind.

"I want to..."

The image shifted, and Ollie paused for a moment before the food box reappeared.

It's for holding fresh flower cakes.

He ate it once, just once, but he still remembers the taste.

It's unavailable throughout the entire empire; even the chefs in the imperial palace can't make it.

He had questioned all the servants from top to bottom, but no one knew how it ended up on his father's desk.

But now the answer has been revealed.

If it were a flower fairy, it would indeed be very easy for her to pass through the SSS-level protective shield without anyone noticing.

Ollie's expression twisted, as if anger and appetite were fighting on his face.

Left brain: That damn flower fairy cursed so horribly, next time I'll teach her a lesson she's not worthy of being called Ollie!

Right brain: But that flower cake was really delicious.

Left brain: He's the eldest son of the Duke of Luo's mansion! How can he tolerate being called a "paramecium" by a flower fairy?!

Right brain: But her food box is still in her father's study. Maybe...maybe it will reappear tomorrow. Maybe the pastry maker will make more.

Left brain: Stand up straight and be a decent human being! Now is not the time to think about those things!

Right brain: But it really tastes delicious...

Ollie stood in the middle of the room, his left and right brains locked in a fierce battle.

He took a deep breath, closed his mind, and sat back down.

Finally, he buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled "humph".

That being the case.

next time.

The next time he sees that flower fairy, he must—

First, find out who made the flower cake.

Then we'll talk about the rest.

If she could reveal who was behind her, it wouldn't be impossible for me to spare her.