Volume 6, Chapter 34 – Family Little Picnic

The back garden of the Lingyuan family estate was currently bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

Marigolds spread in bright yellow along the pebble path, wisteria vines wound around the white pavilion, and scattered petals fell on the picnic blanket, mixing with the fragrance of freshly cut strawberries in a sweetness that was almost intoxicating. Bai Lianyue crouched beside the picnic blanket, her light green apron stained with a bit of cream, concentrating on arranging cookies and cakes into little rabbit shapes—the reason was simple: to give the little ones more appetite.

While arranging, the girl’s fingertips would occasionally touch cream, and the evil god miss would instinctively lick it off, like a little beast secretly satisfying its cravings.

On the distant lawn, Miya and Weiya chased butterflies. Miya held a butterfly net, her silver hair scattered in the wind, blue pupils bright as scattered stars: “Weiya, quick! That blue butterfly is about to fly into the flower bushes!” Weiya followed behind, her orange pupils locked onto the butterfly’s trajectory, her steps light as a cat’s, clutching a small glass jar in her hands to contain any butterflies they caught. The sisters’ laughter mixed with the “rustling” sound of butterfly wings, making the entire garden lively.

That’s right—the evil god miss was having a picnic with her family. Considering that things wouldn’t be peaceful for a long time afterward, Bai Lianyue wanted to take advantage of having time now to properly accompany her family.

While everyone else enjoyed the picnic pleasantly, Xing Wu in the baby carriage had no such leisure.

At this moment, baby Xing Wu was wrapped in a pink little blanket, her small fists clenched tightly, warily staring at the silver-haired girl crouched beside the carriage—namely, Ailiya.

This “old hag” in Xing Wu’s eyes had her silver hair draped over the carriage’s edge, the cunning in her cherry-colored pupils impossible to hide, clearly harboring ill intentions.

“Xing Wu, be good~”

Ailiya’s voice was sickeningly sweet. Then suddenly, she produced a small silvery-white snake from her pocket. The snake’s body was no longer than a finger, its scales gleaming with pearl luster, red eyes like two tiny rubies. This was the spirit pet “Silver Moon Ring” that Xing Wu had obtained from Luo Fei—a type of snake spirit beast. The little snake docilely coiled around Ailiya’s fingertip, flicking its forked tongue, looking completely harmless.

Xing Wu’s purple pupils instantly contracted, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably—she was afraid of snakes, afraid to her very bones. In her past life on Earth, as a child in the Bai family, she had been bitten by a snake spirit beast and feverish for an entire week. Since then, just seeing any snake, even such a small spirit pet, would make her feel chilled throughout.

But now, she was a “memory-less baby,” and how would a baby understand fear?

“Look, this is Silver Moon Ring~”

Ailiya deliberately brought her fingertip close to the baby carriage’s edge. The little white snake followed her finger, slowly exploring toward Xing Wu’s front, its tongue sweeping through the air, less than half an inch from Xing Wu’s small hand.

“It’s very well-behaved and won’t bite~”

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Nearby, Bai Lianyue was looking down preparing utensils and didn’t pay much attention to the activity here, laughingly joining the conversation:

“Ai’er, when did you get a spirit pet?”

“Just got it yesterday—thought I’d give it to Xing Wu as a playmate.”

A trace of smugness flashed in Ailiya’s eyes. She had calculated precisely that Xing Wu was afraid of snakes. As long as the girl showed even the slightest fear, she could expose her “pretending to be a baby” act and let Lianyue know this girl had long recovered her memories!

She didn’t deserve excessive care!!

Faced with Ailiya’s open scheme, Xing Wu’s heart raced, cold sweat already breaking out on her back. She looked at Silver Moon Ring’s small head so close at hand—the stabbing pain of being bitten by a snake in her past life seemed to return, and her eyes instantly reddened. But she couldn’t cry—crying would give her away!

She took a deep breath (the baby’s small chest rose and fell once), forcibly suppressing the sob in her throat, and extended her tiny hand, tremblingly touching the little white snake’s scales.

The icy sensation transmitted through, making Xing Wu’s fingertips jerk sharply, nearly pulling her hand back. But she gritted her teeth (the baby’s small gums hadn’t fully developed, yet showed a fierce determination), touched it again gently, and even imitated a baby by making “yi-ya” sounds, as if finding it fun.

“Hmm?”

Ailiya’s smile stiffened slightly.

Oh? This girl actually wasn’t afraid?

Unwilling to accept this, she had Silver Moon Ring climb onto Xing Wu’s hand again. Silver Ring’s tongue swept across Xing Wu’s skin, bringing a cool, tickling sensation.

Xing Wu’s body was taut as a bowstring, tears spinning in her eyes, yet she stubbornly didn’t let them fall. She even actively touched Silver Moon Ring’s tail with her small hand, pretending to be curious, while roaring madly in her heart.

Old hag! Just wait! When I recover my body, I’ll definitely throw your snake to the dogs!

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No, that’s not right!!

I’ll tell stinky mom that you bullied me! Then make you kneel on a washboard!

“Wow, Xing Wu is so brave!”

Bai Lianyue finally finished arranging the utensils and looked up to see the scene of Xing Wu “playing with the snake.” She crawled over in pleasant surprise.

The elf girl smiled gently, reaching out to pat Xing Wu’s head. “Other babies would cry when they see little snakes, but our Xing Wu isn’t afraid~”

Ailiya felt unconvinced but could only go along: “Yes, Xing Wu is really brave. Though when babies don’t understand anything, they wouldn’t fear this or that anyway…”

While muttering, a trace of confusion flashed in Ailiya’s eyes—could she have remembered wrong? This dead girl used to be terrified of snakes!

Was she this good at enduring?

Pretty impressive.

After raising her eyebrows playfully, Ailiya continued smirking mischievously as she pulled out a feather from her pocket~

And slowly extended it toward Xing Wu’s little feet~

In that case, she’d try a different approach~

Playing with the little cutie~

Seeing Ailiya preparing to launch a tickling offensive against her, baby Xing Wu’s eyes suddenly contracted as she struggled, waving her legs continuously.

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Damn!!

You old hag!!

Is this how you treat your daughter?!

Watching Xing Wu struggle desperately with a face full of resistance, the silver-haired girl became increasingly delighted.

However, just as Ailiya was about to continue her actions and play with her little cutie,

Bai Lianyue behind her forked up a small piece of cake and tilted her head curiously:

“Ai’er, the cake is ready. Want some?”

Upon hearing the evil god miss’s inquiry, Ailiya instantly abandoned the idea of tormenting her daughter, directly dropping the feather and turning around. The mischievous smile on her pretty face was instantly replaced by obedience and innocence.

“Yes! I want Lianyue to feed me!”

“Mm, alright.”

After nodding, Bai Lianyue brought the cake to the silver-haired girl’s front, and Ailiya happily opened her small mouth, taking it in one bite.

As the cake fed by Lianyue entered her mouth, a blissful smile suddenly bloomed on Ailiya’s small face.

Behind her, baby Xing Wu showed a relieved little expression.

Phew~

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Not far away under the pavilion, Yelena leaned against a pillar, holding fruit juice in her hand, silently taking in everything. Watching the interacting group, Yelena’s lips couldn’t help curving upward slightly.

“This kind of peaceful daily life… is quite nice too.”

After Yelena’s sigh, her gaze fell on the nearby bushes, her brow furrowing lightly.

She could sense two familiar curse power fluctuations—though weak, they couldn’t escape her perception.

“Hm?”

“Rustle rustle—”

Subtle movement came from the bushes, as if small animals were stirring.

Yelena suddenly parted the branches to see a cat and dog huddled inside, heads peeking out secretly, eyes full of embarrassment.

The white Samoyed’s fur was disheveled, ears drooping, tail tucked between its legs; beside it crouched a black short-haired cat, its paws stained with dirt and even some blood traces.

They were none other than Zhouyu and Serveiling, the two vassals in cute pet form.

“You two…”

Looking at the pitiful cat and dog before her, Yelena immediately frowned.

“Shouldn’t you be in Clavino?”

—”Meow meow!! Meow meow meow!!”— (Yelena!! This is bad!! Something went wrong in Clavino!!)