My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

"Okay! Godfather will take Little Douzi shopping!" Lin Ye pinched her little nose and then ruffled her hair. It was so soft and felt amazing.

Then she stood up and glanced down at the bunny-print pajamas Xiaodouzi was wearing. "But you have to change your clothes before going out. You can't go out in your pajamas."

He turned and called out towards the kitchen, "Sister Qing—"

A woman in her thirties walked over. She had short hair, looked capable, and wore a beige sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. Her hands were still wet, and she had an apron tied around her waist. She had a gentle smile on her face.

This is Sister Qing, the live-in nanny for Lin Ye's other property. Zhou Ran asked him to send her to Fengshuiyuan to prepare for the birthday banquet, and he asked Sister Qing to come here to help out today.

"gentlemen."

"Take Xiaodouzi to change her clothes," Lin Ye said. "It's a bit windy today, remember to bring a hat."

"Yes, sir."

Sister Qing led Xiao Douzi into her bedroom and closed the door.

Lin Ye went to the master bedroom to change his clothes.

In the late autumn weather, he wore a black turtleneck sweater, a dark gray woolen overcoat, and black leather boots, looking neat and energetic.

He looked at himself in the full-length mirror. The person in the mirror had broad shoulders, long legs, and a sleek waist. He looked like a newly drawn sword—its cold gleam was restrained, but its sharpness was fully revealed.

He touched his chin again, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Not bad, I'm still as handsome as ever.

When Lin Ye walked back to the living room, Xiao Douzi was being led out.

She was wearing a light pink sweatshirt with a white wool coat over it.

The collar of her sweatshirt had a white fur trim around it, which made her small face look even smaller and whiter.

She was wearing a beige woolen hat with two small balls on top that swayed as she walked.

The pants were khaki corduroy pants with a round koala embroidered on the knee.

The shoes were a pair of dark brown sneakers with little white rabbit heads hanging from the shoelaces.

"Godfather!"

Little Douzi opened her arms, spun around in place, and happily asked, "Does it look good?"

Lin Ye looked at her, his smile gentle and doting.

"nice!"

He walked over, squatted down, and helped her pull her hat down to cover her ears.

"Our little one looks good in everything!"

Little Douzi giggled, cupped Lin Ye's face in her hands, leaned in, and gave him a quick kiss.

After the kiss, she became shy and buried her face in the fur of her collar, only revealing the tips of her red ears.

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

He squatted there, the lingering touch of that kiss on his cheek still present—wet, warm, and with the sweet smell of soy milk.

Then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, almost stretching to his ears.

Lin Ye stood up, took Xiao Douzi's hand, and opened the door.

Little Douzi took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling, and thought of the world outside the door that she had only glimpsed from the car window, her heart filled with anticipation.

"Godfather, let's go!"

Just then, Lin Ye stopped in his tracks.

A familiar mechanical voice suddenly rang in my mind.

[Ding—Main quest progress update notification.]

[Target person "Ye Ling'er" current happiness level: 10%.]

Lin Ye's foot, which had just stepped out, stopped in mid-air.

It's already 10%?

He looked down at the little figure beside him.

The little girl was looking up at him, the little ball on her hat swaying with her movements. Her eyes were filled with doubt, as if she were asking, "Why isn't Godfather leaving?"

It's only been two days.

From 1% to 10%.

Little Douzi is so easily satisfied...

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and a sour feeling welled up in his nose.

He quickly pursed his lips and tightened his chin, suppressing the surging emotions within him.

Xiao Douzi trusts him, and he needs to treat Xiao Douzi even better in order not to betray her trust.

"It's okay, let's go, little dumpling," he said, his voice a little hoarse, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

He led the little boy out the door and closed it behind him.

Inside the elevator, Xiao Douzi stood on tiptoe, leaned over the elevator buttons, and looked up at the red numbers flashing above.

26, 25, 24...

With each jump, her eyelashes blinked.

Lin Ye stood behind her, leaning against the elevator wall opposite, arms crossed, looking at the back of her head.

Just as the system interrupted him, he suddenly remembered another task.

Extra task – Live streaming.

Should we continue?

Most importantly, Xiaodouzi's health has been restored.

The other items in the store... don't seem to be of much use right now.

He doesn't seem to have any reason to insist on live streaming anymore.

While live streaming can earn you "shock points," it's also quite a hassle.

Moreover, each live stream means watching a bunch of pretentious acts from scumbags and despicable men, and you can practically smell the nauseating stench through the screen.

If he weren't livestreaming, he could devote all his energy to Xiaodouzi, taking her out to play, shopping, and making up for all the happiness he missed in the past.

why not?

But at that moment, an image suddenly flashed through Lin Ye's mind—

It's Ye Fan.

It was Ye Fan from his own memory.

In the university dormitory, the air conditioner hummed, blowing out a cool breeze.

Ye Fan lay on the upper bunk, his head sticking out, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.

"Old Lin, if I die someday, do you think you'll collect my body?"

Lin Ye was playing a game at the time, his keyboard clattering loudly, the light and shadow on the screen flickering on his face.

Without even looking up, he slammed his thumb into the spacebar: "Get lost, what are you talking about in the middle of the night?"

"I'm serious." Ye Fan's voice floated down from above, carrying a smile, yet inexplicably earnest.

The bed creaked, probably from him turning over. "With our friendship, you can't let me die in the wilderness, can you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll collect it for you, erect a tombstone for you, burn paper money for you, and bring you two apples every year during festivals. Is that enough?" Lin Ye rolled his eyes, his hands still busy, while the sound of an enemy being shot in the head came from the computer.

Ye Fan laughed so hard the bed shook: "That's true loyalty!"

后来叶凡走了，走的时候笑得那幺得瑟，说找到真爱了，满眼闪着欠揍的光。

And then—

Lin Ye suddenly stood up straight.

Another image was swirling in his mind—

That was Ye Fan's last memory, the last moment of his life.

He lay on a broken wooden plank in the cold palace, wrapped in a blackened blanket.

The air was filled with a sweet, rotten smell, mixed with the odor of dust and mold.

Ye Fan was covered in festering sores, unable to move his legs, his hands, or even turn over.

He simply stopped breathing.

I have no memory of what happened after that.

but--

Where are Ye Fan's remains?

Lin Ye's throat moved slightly.

Who collected it? Where was it buried? Is there a tombstone? Has anyone burned any paper money for it?

He thought of that scumbag and bitch couple.

They probably won't even bother to collect Ye Fan's body...

At best, it will be buried in some unknown corner.

At worst, it might be carelessly tossed aside, the bone snatched away by stray dogs, or rotten from being soaked in the rain...