Returning to his residence, Zu Mo looked at the small, shabby, and somewhat cluttered rental house, feeling a bit dazed.
Memories swirled around like tangled ropes, impossible to untangle, leaving everything chaotic.
There should have been two people in this house, but now... she's already gone, hasn't she?
At that moment, the phone rang.
Zu Mo checked his phone and saw an unfamiliar number.
He answered, "Hello?"
A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, "Is this Mr. Zu Mo?"
The voice was unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar.
Zu Mo was slightly stunned and said, "Yes, this is Zu Mo. May I ask who's calling?"
The caller didn't introduce himself but said directly, "Mr. Zu, if you're at home right now, could you come to the entrance of the neighborhood?"
Zu Mo thought it might be a delivery, so he said, "Oh, you can leave the package at the guardhouse."
The voice on the other end said, "I think it's better if you come to pick it up yourself."
The tone seemed a bit displeased, polite yet assertive.
Zu Mo was about to say, "Why is the Earth's delivery so arrogant," when he suddenly realized something was wrong. The other person used the word "pick up" instead of "receive" or "take." He immediately recalled something and said to the phone, "Alright, alright, I'll come right away. Please wait for me!"
After hanging up the phone, Zu Mo rushed downstairs. He had remembered what was going on.
At the entrance of the Anju neighborhood, pedestrians passing by couldn't help but slow down to watch the strange scene.
Two middle-aged men and women were standing facing a young man.
The middle-aged man was wearing a clean and tidy white shirt, a black waistcoat, a black tailcoat, black suit pants, a black bow tie, and shiny black leather shoes. His hair was meticulously combed, and he had a tall and straight figure, completely resembling an English butler, except perhaps for the lack of a wig.
The middle-aged woman's outfit wasn't as outstanding, but it was very appropriate. She was holding a small girl in her arms.
The little girl was less than a meter tall, like a delicate doll.
And the young man was Zu Mo himself.
The middle-aged woman said to the little girl, "Zuzu, do you see who this is? This is your daddy. Quickly call him daddy."
The little girl timidly glanced at Zu Mo and then, encouraged by the middle-aged woman, nervously and somewhat uneasily called out, "Daddy..."
Zu Mo felt like his head was exploding...
"Daddy." Although the call was very light, it sounded like thunder in Zu Mo's ears, making his hair stand on end, and countless memories surged in his mind.
"Daddy!"
Not getting a response from Zu Mo, the little girl called again.
But this time she wasn't as scared, and her bright, watery eyes showed a hint of expectation.
Zu Mo remembered, completely remembered, how could he forget?
The middle-aged man and woman in front of him, one surnamed Lu and the other surnamed Zhu, were the steward and maid of that prestigious family, and this clever and cute little girl was his daughter, his own daughter!
Zu Mo took two steps forward suddenly, reaching out to his daughter, and in that moment, the coldness, loneliness of a hundred years, and endless regrets from his past life all disappeared.
The Overlord who once ruled the universe was now shedding tears in this moment.
To have a second chance, it was truly wonderful!
The little girl was obviously frightened by Zu Mo's tears. Already somewhat shy, she showed resistance when Mrs. Zhu handed her over to Zu Mo.
However, the little girl eventually ended up in Zu Mo's arms.
At this moment, the Galactic Overlord's movements were somewhat clumsy and stiff, extremely cautious, as if holding a fragile treasure, but the feeling was so familiar, so thrilling.
After all, it had been hundreds of years since he had held her.
Steward Lu handed a letter to Zu Mo. "This is what Miss instructed me to give to you, hoping you'll take good care of this child."
Unlike in his past life, Zu Mo didn't interrogate Steward Lu and Mrs. Zhu about why that person was so heartless.
But he couldn't help asking, "Is she... alright?"
Steward Lu's expression changed slightly, but ultimately, he didn't answer the question.
Mrs. Zhu wanted to tell Zu Mo about the little girl's preferences, habits, and routines, but was interrupted by Steward Lu.
Steward Lu said, "Miss has already written everything in the letter. Our task is done, let's go."
Mrs. Zhu felt somewhat helpless. After all, she had been taking care of the little girl for nearly two years. Even if it was just raising a cat or a dog, there would be feelings involved, let alone a naive and lovely child?
Seeing Steward Lu and Mrs. Zhu about to leave, the little girl suddenly struggled in Zu Mo's arms and then burst into tears, attracting the attention of passersby.
Mrs. Zhu stopped in her tracks, but Steward Lu told her not to look back.
Finally, Mrs. Zhu's shoulders trembled a few times before following Steward Lu and leaving.
The little girl cried until she was hoarse, and Zu Mo couldn't help but feel distressed. No matter how he tried to coax her, he couldn't stop her from crying. In the end, he could only hurry upstairs, carrying her back to their rented apartment.
Inside the apartment, the Galactic Overlord tried every means, imitating cats and dogs, to distract the little girl's attention, just to make her stop crying. If the powerful beings from those star domains who were terrified by Zu Mo's name in his past life knew about this, wouldn't they be shocked?
Zu Mo crawled on the ground with the little girl on his back, pretending to be a horse. After much effort, the little girl finally stopped crying, and Zu Mo spent a long time holding her.
Perhaps tired from crying, or perhaps tired from the journey, the little girl's eyes blinked open and closed, open and closed, until she fell asleep.
Zu Mo gently put her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.