Chapter 503: Yes, They Have a Child

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"Tell Mom secretly—who did you choose?"

"Only children make choices."

Su Lin ignored all pleas and demands, eating only the latest served smoked tuna tartare, squeezing a few drops of lemon on top.

From initial torment to complete surrender, Su Lin took less than two and a half minutes.

Since resistance was useless, he might as well enjoy it.

"I want to eat your mushrooms. Can you feed me?" Su Lin pointed to the mushroom-and-bread dish in front of Yi Leina.

Yi Leina snatched Su Lin's fork, forcing a smile, locking him with a murderous gaze as she speared a mushroom: "Hehe, open your mouth."

"Needle cloth." Su Lin swallowed the food, turned to Zhao Shuangdian, and said: "You said you wanted me to help with your research? Sure, after dinner."

Zhao Shuangdian smiled faintly and nodded.

Then Su Lin turned to Luo Xiaoying, smiling gently: "You said you wanted to go to the amusement park? You still have time to make it to Disneyland in the Northern Hemisphere. Let's all go together—it's more fun with more people."

Luo Xiaoying frowned, expression utterly exasperated; she still couldn't understand how he could say such a sleazy thing with such a straight face.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to dislike him—probably because of that old woman's movie.

Bam—!

Su Lin clutched his head, where it had been sharply slapped, his eyes vacant as his mother pinched a chunk of flesh on his back: "Sorry, I was joking."

Su Lin, male, system-stream protagonist, parents alive, owns car and house.

Only in front of his family was his true nature tightly restrained—this kind of slacking off couldn't be done casually.

"I'm going out for a cigarette." Su Xiangrong rose slowly and walked out, holding the cigarette Liu Ruilong had given him—he rarely smoked, but now he was in complete disarray.

"I'll order more dishes—you guys sit tight, don't rush!" Liu Yumei maintained a radiant smile, nodding to everyone present, then whispered softly into Su Lin's ear:

"Brat, if I come back and find you bullying them, you're dead."

You've only met them today—do you really want to kill your own son?

Su Lin nodded helplessly, forcing a professional smile onto his face as he looked around at the women, saying nothing.

After Su's father and mother stepped out into the corridor outside the private room, lined with screens, he borrowed a lighter from a passing waiter who looked strikingly like his son, then walked straight into the courtyard, Su's mother following close behind.

In the courtyard, the cool evening breeze made Su Xiangrong feel as if he were dreaming.

Click—fire flared, then died.

"I told you not to let him study civil engineering!"

Su Xiangrong held a lit cigarette, his frown unchanged: "That year I went to his school, not a single girl in the whole class—only three in the entire department. He never dated in college, and now it's a rebound."

"Then why hasn't your second uncle's grandson, who studied civil engineering, found a girlfriend even after returning from Africa? Wasn't that low enough?" Su's mother sneered.

Maybe it's because this seemingly honest old man secretly taught him—or it's genetic.

The cigarette burned down to its filter; Su Xiangrong hadn't taken a single puff, his mind entirely consumed by how to handle his son's emotional mess.

"Help me persuade Xiaoying. The rest, I can't manage."

"What if I can't persuade her?"

The only girl he knew well enough to care about was this relative—she couldn't bear to see the girl trapped in her own son's scheme.

But it made no sense at all.

He'd watched this boy grow up—he and his wife sometimes didn't understand what Su Lin was thinking, but his character was unquestionable.

He'd never do something like this. Besides, even rabbits don't eat the grass around their burrows.

It couldn't possibly be like those old Hong Kong dramas—everyone genuinely in love? That's too melodramatic.

"Forget it. Let him handle it himself." Su's father looked at his wife and joked:

"At least you don't have to worry about his future. Look at this kid—he probably has other girls on the side."

"Get lost," Su's mother sighed, clearly displeased.

If it weren't her own son, in her middle-aged social circle, they'd already be denouncing this irresponsible youth in the group chat.

"Sorry, excuse me." A girl with gray hair and golden eyes, wearing a jacket, said while holding her phone.

The two stepped aside; the girl entered the hall, grabbed a waiter, and asked: "Can you tell me where Su Lin is sitting?"

The two stepped aside, and after the girl walked into the hall, she grabbed a server and asked, "Can you tell me where Su Lin is sitting?"

Su's mother: "…"

"Binding is still too intense for me—I need at least 100 affection points." The normally mute Huiye of Penglai Mountain whispered weakly.

Su Lin interlaced his fingers under his chin; the Chain of Order emerged from his body, binding a certain NEET girl, a faint smile on his lips: "I'll pay double. Can you go back now?"

"Fine, I'll go after dinner. Your mom seems to have something to say to me." Yi Leina curled a strand of hair around her fingertip, eyes half-lidded: "I heard there are many unknown spellbooks and magical materials in that space—pay me with those points."

"Sure, I'll go back after dinner—your mom seems to have something to say to me." Yi Leina curled a strand of hair around her fingertip, squinting as she said, "I heard there are many unfamiliar spellbooks and magical materials in that space—use those points to pay."

He'd already played both sides too many times—this rookie thought he could fool him? Too naive.

"So cold. So much for 'heart fluttering'—obviously all lies." Yi Leina picked up a cup of vanilla ice cream, speaking without a trace of emotion:

"I'm a witch who keeps her word. Kick me out if you want—it should be easy for you."

That way, she'd have a legitimate excuse to leave early.

"Nonsense—I'd never kick you out." Su Lin pulled out his phone, scrolling through his album, glancing at her:

"If you don't want to leave, why not invite your parents over for dinner too?"

"Wha—!" Yi Leina panicked, dropped her metal spoon: "I won't let you go! Don't even think about it!"

"Then, Miss Witch, you don't want these photos seen by others, do you?" Su Lin uploaded the photos to cloud storage, then pushed his phone toward her.

Su Lin ignored Yi Leina's reaction and turned to the other two: "Zhao Shuangdian, you're the fairy who has everything—confess who the mastermind is."

"What mastermind?" Zhao Shuangdian didn't understand.

"What mastermind?" Zhao Shuangdian didn't understand.

"Don't understand?" Something-for-Everything Fairy pointed to herself, then shook her head: "You're here already—would you like to see what new goods I have?"

Like her master, "Can Sell Anything," she could not refuse high-paying premium clients.

"Thank you—I don't want to look at anything else after seeing this idiot."

Su Lin sighed softly, purchased a bottle of liquor and some tea leaves from his system, then secretly mixed them together.

He finally turned to Luo Xiaoying, the only native resident present.

Su Lin thought for a moment and said: "Thank you—how did you find out about Liu Ruyan? You came here specifically to help me out, didn't you?"

Luo Xiaoying, who had been unable to leave and was forced by Su's mother to give an explanation, could only respond: "Mm."

She couldn't even bring herself to say it was that old woman who used her name to add Auntie on WeChat and extracted the information.

Had nothing strange or unknown occurred, this man would have become part of her life—but such a future was too bleak.

Seeing how shy the girl was, Su Lin scratched his head and said no more; just then, a server entered the private room.

"Our signature oolong tea liquor—please enjoy slowly."

The server set down the tea and left; Su Lin took on the role of server, refilling everyone's cups.

"This cup of tea liquor is my thanks for speaking up for me. By the way, aren't you planning to go home yet?" Su Lin asked, smiling politely at Yi Leina, who was clearing her photo album.

Yi Leina tossed her phone back, sneering: "That's all?"

She downed the tea liquor Su Lin had poured for her, then slammed the cup on the table.

Su Lin caught the phone and re-downloaded it from the cloud drive.

At that moment, Luo Xiaoying asked the question she'd long wanted to ask: "Brother Su Lin, what do you really think about us?"

At that moment, Luo Xiaoying asked the question she had long wanted to ask: "Brother Su Lin, what do you really think about us?"

"I think we shouldn't force the future—the Parallel World is just a Parallel World, but you and I—" Luo Xiaoying searched for a word, her weak Chinese skills stalling her, visibly frustrated: "It's like… that destined fate, crossing time and space until death, I've read those kinds of stories—where by some twist of fate, he meets someone else again, and I—"

"I think we shouldn't force the future—the Parallel World is just the Parallel World, but as for the two of us," Luo Xiaoying searched for the right adjective, stalling as her weak Chinese skills left her frustrated:

He sensed her tone had abruptly jumped into a girls'-lit urban romance.

"Do you like your current life?" Su Lin asked.

Luo Xiaoying thought for a moment and answered: "I do."

The slightly obsessive, older version of Luo Shengying was annoying, but now her family was here, her life was ordinary yet extraordinary, she didn't have homework—no matter how you looked at it, it was better than before.

"Everyone has a past—the past shapes the present," Su Lin picked up an empty cup and placed it before Luo Xiaoying, smiling warmly: "But only by not being bound by the past can you move toward the future. There's plenty of time ahead—don't overthink it. This cup is to the future."

A slender stream of liquid, like a silk ribbon, flew out and settled gently into the glass.

"Everyone has a past; the past shapes the present." Su Lin lifted an empty wineglass and placed it before Luo Xiaoying, smiling warmly:

Su Lin drained the cup in one gulp, his demeanor carefree; a misty, distant aura rose around him, making him seem towering and noble—his black hair streaked with a few strands of frost-white, his dark eyes like a midsummer night's dream, utterly perfect.

Luo Xiaoying blushed, then drank the tea liquor with a look of sudden understanding.

Pata—

She collapsed face-down on the table, her breath stirring her messy bangs, rising and falling.

"How am I—" Yi Leina felt her whole body go limp, her cheeks flushed.

"This oolong tea is brewed from Immortal Drunkenness mixed with Emperor's Dew and leaves from the Ancient Sacred Dao Tea Tree—it's a rare treasure. Savor it slowly," Su Lin appeared behind Yi Leina, whispering: "Breathe deeply—dizziness is normal."

Thud—another one collapsed.

Su Lin's lips curled into a sly smile as he turned to the terrified Something-for-Everything Fairy: "How much for this cup of oolong tea?"

"Can I not buy it?" The Something-for-Everything Fairy trembled under her blanket.

Su Lin tilted his head: "Guess."

He seized Huiye, still bound, pinching her lower jaw between the thumb and base of his right hand, forcing her lips to pout.

"I have something to say!" Huiye of Penglai struggled: "You can't force alcohol on a beautiful girl!"

The ability "Eternity and Moment" activated.

"Looks like the same type of clone."

He grabbed Huiye, still bound, and pinched her lower jaw with the thumb and base of his right hand, making her lips pout.

Huiye of Penglai, tea liquor dripping from her lips, her eyes glazed, collapsed—Penglai's innate physiology was a weakness; even consuming divine pills couldn't strengthen it, only allowed her to buy expensive intoxication.

Zhao Shuang took a sip and said: "Tastes good."

After all, you're the Dao of Heaven—compared to a few fragile spellcasters, you're not the kind one can easily get drunk.

Of course, Su Lin never intended to get Zhao Shuang drunk; compared to the other dizzy-headed girls, she was far more sober.

Su Lin clapped his hands: "Later, could you help carry them away?"

A mere artificial hellish scene? How could he fail to find a way out?

Su Lin planned to send his parents home, then track down those hidden bastards and have a proper talk—yes, a very proper one.

He placed his right hand on the doorknob, ready to seize the moment and leave.

If his parents asked, he'd make up some excuse—say "they made up" or "they're all my wings."

Life must go on—no matter what, it will pass. Maybe in time they'll forget all this?

Su Lin had always been good at self-regulating in such situations.

He blinked, noticing the two remaining petal marks on his right hand glowing faintly—one flickering.

Instantly, one petal shifted from crimson to white, shattered into countless minuscule specks of light, then vanished.

Pretend nothing happened. Deal with the future later.

Su Lin always had good ways of self-regulating in such situations.

He blinked, seeing the two remaining petal marks on his right hand glow faintly, one of them flickering.

In an instant, one petal shifted from crimson to white, shattering into countless minuscule specks of light that soon vanished.

Pretend nothing happened; deal with what comes later, later.

Su Lin tried to turn the doorknob, but it didn't move; upon closer inspection, Ji Bing had sealed the door, along with Su Lin's palm.

"Where are you going?"

In Su Lin's perception, several drunken men behind him rose like zombies, their eyes fixed on the kind-hearted former Holy Monk with hunger.

"Burp! Kleine was right—be careful burp! the plain water you handed me," Yi Leina, radiating astonishing magical power, staggered to her feet, burping, "You did this to Stark last time—be careful burp! don't you dare run off!"

"Then why did you drink it?" Su Lin's expression didn't change, but his eyelid twitched unnaturally as he slowly turned to face the witch clearly in a berserk state.

A pool of blood lay where Penglai Shan Huiye stood; she rubbed her temples and said, "I already said I had something to say—impulsive men, we both took sobering pills before coming, but…"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, egg

cake skirt's sleeve half-covered her smiling face: "This alcohol's potency is stronger than usual—trouble. Yi Leina isn't fully drunk, but neither is she fully sober."

Countless ice shards flew through the air; Su Lin rubbed his wrist and prepared to act, to calm Yi Leina down.

"Su Lin-ge, Mom and Dad forbid me from dating before I come of age," Luo Xiaoying's clothes stirred without wind; she felt dizzy, as if the drunkenness was shifting elsewhere.

It's normal—after all, that time-traveling menopausal granny originally used her own body.

The connection he usually severed deliberately had been reestablished today for some reason; a vast, concentrated immortal energy circulated between them.

She grabbed Su Lin's sleeve and whispered, "You're way cuter than that abstract, messy-haired guy beside the old lady."

Su Lin instinctively wiped his forehead, though the weather wasn't hot at all.

After a moment of silence, he pulled out the remaining oolong tea—originally meant for his own quiet sip—and prepared to give this mentally confused child another dose.

Swish—!

A searing rainbow light slashed past Su Lin's head, piercing through the ceiling and everything in its path, burning all to ash and leaving a black scar in the air until it vanished into the stars.

"You gave her the oolong tea and not me!? Burp!"

Terrible.

This woman's drinking behavior is abysmal—when drunk, she's a walking natural disaster.

Every time she drinks, I need to lock her up in advance.

"What's wrong with that?" Luo Xiaoying grinned, her face flushed red as she looked at Yi Leina: "Bro, your new girlfriend is so fierce."

"It's delicious—try a sip, brother."

Stop this rhythm—it's weird. Even if we go back to traditional urban flow, don't do this!

Su Lin stared in horror at the back of his hand, sweating profusely as he tried to force more oolong tea into her.

"Exactly—you need to control your temper," Penglai Shan Huiye floated out from behind Su Lin, leaning forward to say, "Being too domineering will make Su Lin dislike you."

"Huh?" Yi Leina froze, irritably pulling out her wand and pointing it at others as she muttered, "I've said this how many times?"

"I absolutely do NOT have a crush on him!!!"

"Keep the oolong tea!"

A dark, lightless crack split the ground, dragging Su Lin inward; beams of lightning and ice walls surged from the dimensional rift, separating the oolong tea from Luo Xiaoying.

She's impressive—even drunk, she controls her spell range perfectly, covering the entire lavish banquet hall.

Su Lin froze for a moment, abandoned Plan A, and reached out to help the other side sober up—but instantly, countless black Lei Ting roared outward, exploding the entire space into nothingness.

Light clashed, detonating with a thunderous boom!

Su Lin saw two hands, each gripping one of his arms.

"Wait—"

Immense force surged, while countless annihilation black holes tugged from the torn dimensional rift.

"Let go! Are you both insane?"

Mr. Su Lin, if you were an ordinary person, you'd be split in half right now, damn it!

At that moment, Su Lin felt someone pull him from behind, freeing him from the vortex of nothingness and Lei Ting.

He turned and looked with gratitude: "Xiao Zhao."

The only sane person here.

"Doctor Su, it's better to leave right now," Zhao Shuang pulled Su Lin, trying to take him away.

According to her analysis, Su Lin was the center of this conflict—leaving would naturally prevent new disputes.

But the moment she voiced the suggestion, a pure white fist and a compressed magical cannon blast slammed toward them.

"Let's calm them down."

The heavens manifested, seemingly brimming with vibrant life—but the incongruous black Lei Ting bore no resemblance to an attack from a novice cultivator; it carried the aura of a black world descending.

Meanwhile, Yi Leina teleported beside Su Lin, clinging to his outstretched arm, trying to snatch the pot of oolong tea.

"Stop fighting—why aren't you reciting your lines?" Penglai Shan Huiye leaned close to Su Lin, puzzled.

No, I actually enjoy watching women fight.

Su Lin glanced at the woman stoking the fire and shoved her into the brawl.

He stabilized the isolated space while enduring stray attacks.

"Do whatever you want."

"Why won't this door open?" Su's father pounded on the door: "Su Lin! Su Lin!"

"Move aside," Xing raised her baseball bat, gripping the end and preparing to swing.

"Don't!" Su's mother quickly blocked her, pounding hard on the black oak door: "What did you do to this girl again?!"

She even pulled out the bat!

After about ten seconds of pounding, the door finally creaked open slowly.

A pink-haired fairy, wrapped in a sheet and curled in the corner, stared tearfully at the wreckage before her.

The private room was at least thirty square meters, but its grandeur was gone; the walls bore deep scars, and shards of glass littered the floor—hard to imagine what had happened here.

Not even a single chair remained—only wood splinters and powdered porcelain.

Su Lin tidied his hair; beside him stood four women in perfect formation, two of whom held their heads and eyes, as if unwell.

"Sigh," Su Lin said the moment he saw Xing, tilting his head back with vacant eyes: "What story do you have now?"

Surprising? Not at all.

Even if Lu Mingfei and Zhou Mingrui showed up dressed as women to pretend they belonged, he wouldn't be surprised—he only cared about what new story this was.

Like an alcoholic father, a divorced mother, a broken family, and a confused girl.

"Story?" Xing rested his chin, eyes slightly widening, and spoke according to online tropes: "My girlfriend was stabbed."

Su Lin asked: "Which girlfriend of yours?"

Xing: "Liu Ying."

"Isn't that my girlfriend?" Su Lin shrugged; at least this guy didn't look like he was here to cause trouble.

Xing fell silent for several seconds, then looked up: "Then she's our girlfriend."

Su's mother suddenly felt the world spin.

Su's father hurried to support his wife, staring at his son with wide eyes: "Are kids playing this wildly now?!"

"We're talking about a game," Su Lin explained.

"I don't care if it's a game or not—just like that Miss asked you earlier," Su's mother clutched her throbbing head, pointing at Yi Leina: "Who are you choosing today?"

Could he say he chose none?

"Whose phone?" Xing bent down to pick up what looked like

a phone enchanted with various spells.

At that moment, Su Lin noticed a crowd of familiar faces peering curiously from behind Xing.

Good, good, good—they're all here.

"Mine," Su Lin reached out to take it.

Xing flipped the phone over; there, clearly visible, was a childhood photo of Yi Leina.

"I told you to delete that photo!" Yi Leina, her head throbbing and reeking of alcohol, complained: "Are you a lolicon?!"

She tore open a spatial rift and stepped directly inside.

Remarkable—she's a bit more sober.

"Listen," Su Lin tried again to explain to his parents, gesturing at the group: "It's just a misunderstanding—we're all friends. That pink-haired girl? She sells bed sheets exclusively in the Cultivation Realm."

"I sell everything," the Immortal Lady tried to correct him.

"Shut up," Su Lin said.

The Immortal Lady nodded, crestfallen: "Oh."

"This is my colleague," Su Lin pointed to Zhao Shuangdian: "We treat cultivators who've gone astray—you know, I've been cultivating since long ago."

Hearing this, Su's parents, seeing the girls offered no rebuttal, wondered: Could this child really be telling the truth?

【We are little devils, and one day we'll be killed by the righteous God.】 Penglai Mountain Huiye held up a small notebook.

"Speak."

"Oh."

So she's not mute?! Su's parents were stunned.

As for Luo Xiaoying, she stood fast asleep.

"They've had their fun—the misunderstanding is over," Su Lin clapped his hands: "Everyone's happy. Your son's still single."

Su's mother's face instantly fell: "Useless?!"

Su Lin's lip twitched; he waved his hand, ready to pay the bill.

"Su Lin."

Behind him came Yi Leina's voice. Su Lin turned to see the drunken, exhausted, sleazy demoness dragging something, struggling to step out of a rift.

Her figure vanished for two seconds, then reappeared, dragging a girl with gray-white hair, about four or five years old, with gemlike blue-purple eyes, swaddled in clothes several sizes too large.

She looked exactly like a miniature Yi Leina.

"Yours," Yi Leina placed the terrified little girl into Su Lin's hands and grinned: "Bye-bye, burp."

"You two playing like this," the miniature Yi Leina's voice trembled: "Don't even think I'll call you Mom and Dad!"

Feeling the cold gaze behind him shift to one of delight, Su Lin took a deep breath and glanced once more at the back of his hand: "Six."

The Gray Demoness stepped into the dimensional rift; as the space began to close, Su Lin hurled the miniature Yi Leina down and dashed inside after her.

Why stay and keep getting tortured?!

Su Tuoni, carrying the passed-out Luo Shengying on his back, spoke slowly, word by word: "Monster!"

Kleen casually pulled over a chair, sat with a limp posture, one leg propped on another chair, and placed his hat over his face.

His muffled voice came from beneath the hat: "Yes, they have one child."