Chapter 81 Useless Snack: You Can't Even Protect Your Daughter, What Use Are You!

Once he realized the person in front of him was one of his own, the man withdrew the knife he had been holding to the other man's neck.

"What are you doing?" the man asked, putting the dagger into his waistband.

"Commander, I think you're having another nightmare, so I thought I'd wake you up."

The man didn't speak.

She just reached out and subconsciously touched her face.

It felt like the stinging pain of being slapped by a woman was still very real.

He was just taking a short nap.

He suddenly saw the woman, who had vanished without a trace, appear before him before he could even react.

The other person raised their hand and slapped him.

Along with that came the woman's furious voice: "Useless piece of trash! You can't even protect your own daughter, what use are you!"

"Go find your daughter right now! Trust me, I put her in your study, but a guy named Shen Qingrong took her! Don't let him kill your daughter again, you useless piece of trash!"

Then he switched hands and slapped her again.

daughter?

To kill again?

The man frowned, touching his chest, which had been aching frequently lately.

Strangely enough, about half a month ago, he started having a recurring dream.

In my dream, there was an empty operating table, and on the table lay a tiny figure whose features were indistinct, covered in blood and gore, as if it had been disemboweled.

On the little wrist of the figure floating in mid-air, there was a small bracelet that looked very familiar to him.

He had seen that little bracelet on his lover's wrist before.

His lover was a person without a job, identity, or means of support whom he rescued on the edge of a primeval forest during one of his missions.

A beautiful, violent woman with no memories, no background, as clean as a blank sheet of paper...

Her appearance was suspicious, and her disappearance was equally mysterious.

For the past four or five years, he has never stopped searching, but he just can't find her.

I dreamt of her today. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time I'd been slapped without a word.

There used to be a warning sign.

The man pressed the tip of his tongue against the flesh of his cheek, which seemed to be in real pain.

His brows were furrowed.

What do these two dreams foreshadow?

daughter.

She said she gave birth to a daughter for him.

But if she really gave birth to a daughter for him, their ages wouldn't match.

He couldn't make out the features of the small figure in his dream, but he could guess its age—around ten years old.

Xiao Jun has been missing for less than five years, so how could she have a ten-year-old daughter?

And what does it mean to kill someone again?

"Commander! You have... two handprints on your face!"

The man who had just been held at knifepoint saw the handprint on the man's face in the moonlight and cried out in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the man's usually cold and stern eyes momentarily froze.

——

Shen Qingyan.

It turns out that her biological father was not Shen Qingrong, but Shen Qingyan.

Sitting in the Qiao family's courtyard, Qiao Qiao ate her breakfast in small bites, her thoughts still lingering on the last words her mother spoke to her as she left this world in the virtual world last night.

She said her father's name was Shen Qingyan.

He is Shen Qingyan, the only son of the Shen family, one of the most powerful and influential families in Kyoto.

It's not that her name is Shen Qingrong.

As for why she was taken back by Shen Qingrong, her mother said it might be related to the letters she left in her biological father's office.

When she had a falling out with Shen Qingyan and left the Shen family, she didn't know she was pregnant.

Her memory returned after she was born.

She knew that her divine consciousness was about to return to its original state, and that her time in this world was running out. She didn't have time to send her back to the Shen family, let alone to Shen Qingyan.

He could only hastily make two preparations on his deathbed.

He first exchanged all his possessions for 30,000 yuan in savings certificates, and left her his natal magic weapon. Then, he used most of his magic power to place a prohibition on the bracelet.

Her other trick was to use the last bit of her spiritual power to send a letter to Shen Qingyan, who was thousands of miles away, leaving him clues to find her.

In her previous life, Shen Qingyan couldn't find her; it was someone named Shen Qingrong who did. It seems that there was something wrong with this letter, and it fell into the hands of this Shen Qingrong!

When Qiao Qiao first learned this information from Long Yijun, she felt a mix of emotions, including a sense of relief.

Fortunately... that Shen Qingrong was not her biological father.

Having her heart and kidneys removed by her own biological father is something that Qiao Qiao finds particularly difficult to accept.

As for why Mom left so quickly, I could have stayed with her for a while longer.

Mom said it was because she was still angry last night.

She used up the last bit of consciousness she had left in the space to slap her worthless biological father twice!

Then, when the remaining consciousness can't hold on any longer, it can only dissipate prematurely.

However, before leaving, her mother told her that the thing she wanted that could bring the dead back to life did exist, and that she had written it down so that she could look it up herself later.

Besides this, Qiao Qiao also wanted to know how she managed to travel so far to slap someone.

Did she write that in the books she left her?

She also had people she wanted to slap... She wanted to slap that family of four every day, using her father's leather shoes!

As Qiao Qiao thought about these random things, little bubbles kept popping up on her forehead.

One moment the little one is standing on tiptoe outside a door, as if watching a scene of "domestic violence," covering his little face with a look of empathy.

One moment the little figure is holding a leather shoe and slapping the four wooden puppets wildly. After each slap, he puts his hands on his chubby hips and laughs heartily, perfectly embodying the word "smug little person".

A moment later, the little boy was holding two signs, one with a name written on it, and he was flipping them over.

Shen Qingrong, Shen Qingyan.

Qiao Changdong went out early in the morning.

Grandma Qiao was busy in the backyard, while the couple from the third branch of the family went to the fields.

Qiao Hai went to school.

Therefore, in the courtyard where the Qiao family had locked themselves up, there was only Fu Yu, who was lame.

Fu Yu sat beside Qiao Qiao, looking thoughtfully at the incredibly lively little bubbles on her head.

Shen Qingrong didn't know.

But Shen Qingyan.

He had heard of that name before.

His grandfather once said that this was the most outstanding living devil in the Shen family, and that he was already a major at the age of twenty-five.

He was born specifically for the military.

Fu Yu looked at the little girl in front of him with a puzzled expression.

She was only three years old and had always lived in this small mountain village. How could she know Shen Qingyan?

"According to reliable sources, Mr. Wu from Shangchun City recently sold a clivia for as much as 80,000 yuan, which is the highest price ever paid for a clivia."

"Some experts say that the price of clivia will continue to rise in the second half of the year..."

Eighty thousand?

Eighty thousand!

What is this thing worth 80,000!

Before Qiao Qiao could recover from the sadness of losing Long Yijun, she was successfully drawn to the news broadcast on the radio next to her.