Chapter 9: Conquering The Ice God

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After swapping her fishtail for a pair of little legs, Tangtang had stayed in Mo Heng’s arms for the most part. She had yet to attempt walking on her own.

She tottered towards the staircase landing. Nibbling her fingers nervously, she turned around to look back at Mo Heng one last time. Then, she scaled the staircase bravely on all fours, gradually increasing her speed as she climbed.

For the sake of aesthetics, the Mo Family’s staircase didn’t have any guardrails.

When Mo Heng saw Tangtang’s protruding bottom sway side to side as she climbed up the stairs, his heart caught in his throat. Slow to react, he anxiously chased after her. What on earth was this child planning to do?

When Tangtang finally scaled the stairs to the second floor, she sat on the ground and giggled happily, as though she had just completed an expedition. Then, she got up with a rumble and stumbled straight towards the icy-cold Mo Qishan.

Mo Qishan had never had much of an affinity with children.

Not only had he turned his own son into a “sworn enemy,” but he also hadn’t seen him in ten years.

He was even capable of scaring off children of complete strangers, causing them to run off in tears.

But Tangtang wasn’t afraid of him. She hugged his calf tightly and even treated him like a giant tree as she tried her best to climb up his body like a snail.

As she climbed, she cooed in a babyish voice, “Baba, baba…”

That awkward man, Mo Qishan, was practically at a loss as to what to do in front of Mo Heng.

Tangtang scaled Mo Qishan’s calf with all her might before sliding right down again. After attempting this twice, she finally pouted her lips in defeat. Her large eyes, which were like black grapes, instantly grew misty, and her pink nose gradually became redder and redder…

Boohoo… Ice God uncle was ignoring her!

Tangtang felt very wronged.

Mo Heng also didn’t know what was wrong with him.

He clearly found this little mermaid annoying, but he had no choice but to keep it by his side.

But seeing her wronged expression and reddened nose, Mo Heng felt as though his heart had been sliced into bits.

Whatever. If it came down to it, he would just give up on his future career and add Tangtang to his own family registry as his daughter.

However, before Tangtang could cry, her little figure was raised up into the air like a helicopter—

Her reddened eyes met Mo Qishan’s eyes, which, although they revealed the awkwardness he felt, were tender. “Little kid, what’s your name?”

Tangtang had been scooped straight up by Mo Qishan and placed in his arms.

This was an experience that Mo Heng had never gotten to enjoy.

The little baby, who had been pouting, instantly felt her grief transform into joy. She locked her arms affectionately around Mo Qishan’s neck and earnestly replied, “Tang… tang.”

Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a trace of kindness in Mo Qishan’s voice as he said, “That’s not a bad name. Who gave it to you?”

Worried that Tangtang would let slip something inappropriate, Mo Heng hurriedly coughed to remind Tangtang to be quiet.

The little kid was exceptionally perceptive. She pointed at Mo Heng. “Big Brother named me!”

Mo Qishan threw a glance at Mo Heng: Hmph, his lips are sealed quite tightly.

When Tangtang heard Mo Qishan’s inner musings, she hastily parted her lips to show Mo Qishan that her lips were not sealed.

Mo Qishan didn’t understand what Tangtang was trying to convey. He assumed that the little child was making a face after being tickled.

Tangtang heard Mo Qishan think to himself: No matter how much of a scoundrel Mo Heng is, this child is still innocent.

Then, she heard him continue: She’s worthy of being an offspring of the Mo Family. She isn’t frightened by the sight of me, and she even flashed such a sweet smile at me.

One second later: Little Tangtang is so adorable. Since that scoundrel Mo Heng brought this child here, he can forget about taking her away.

Tangtang sighed in relief.

This cold, scary uncle was actually so easy to conquer! He was easier to coax than her Royal Father!

Fang Lanxin watched as this exquisite little doll dispelled the tense atmosphere between father and son. She hastily added, “It’s rare for Mo Heng to pay us a visit. Let’s have dinner at home tonight. I’ll get the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes.”

Mo Qishan said, “Hold on—”