Of course, Ling Xi didn't know any of this; after all, who can fathom the thoughts of the gods? However, she did know one thing: Xue Xueren liked to socialize everywhere and always left a bit of tenderness wherever he went. He had at least a dozen mistresses, not to mention innumerable unnamed flings; tsk, tsk, tsk... To tell you the truth, he's an old man already.
Yet, perhaps because Xue Qi was his only precious daughter—even though she wasn't born to his official wife—he protected her extremely well. She didn't even know her father's identity. Of course, she also didn't know that she was a child born out of wedlock, looked down upon by others. Otherwise, she wouldn't be as naïve as she is now, would she?
Is this also considered a kind of merit?
...
"Ling Xi, are you lying to me?" Staring intently at the girl, a voice filled with chilling aura rang in Ling Xi's ears.
