Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Is He Qualified to Be a Father?

"Young lady, did you just finish washing clothes? You're so diligent. Whoever marries you will be very fortunate."

An elderly woman with gray hair and a kind smile addressed a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl wearing a long blue and gold skirt. The girl, with her striking azure hair, was returning from the river, carrying a wooden basin. The woman's eyes softened with affection.

"Auntie Shen, you're too kind. I'm not as good as you say." The girl looked gently at Auntie Shen, her brilliant eyes filled with warmth, and her lips curved in a soft smile.

The more Aunt Shen gazed at the girl, the more she admired her, secretly wishing her son might marry someone as lovely and capable. What pride she would feel if this girl became her daughter-in-law!

After bidding Aunt Shen farewell, the girl continued toward her home. Along the way, she greeted various villagers, smiling even at strangers from outside the village.

Once home, she hung the washed clothes to dry and then returned to her room. But as she entered, something startling caught her eye: a phantom-like diary floated in the air before her. Its cover bore the title Copy of Zhao Ling's Diary.

What was going on? Was she imagining things? She rubbed her eyes, yet the diary remained, floating and open. Suddenly, a mysterious male voice echoed around her.

[Blue-gold long skirt, azure hair, and the aura of a soul beast—could she be Ah Yin in her teenage years?]

[I never expected to encounter her while passing by this small village, fresh from the Xingdou Great Forest.]

[She's even more stunning than the actresses of my previous life. Compared to her, they're nothing. She truly embodies the beauty of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.]

[Well, now that I've met her first, I have no choice but to be the first to reach for the moon. Tang Hao, I'm claiming your future wife—Zhao Ling will accept this opportunity with a smile...]

[But, system, why does it say Ah Yin is destined to be with Tang Hao? Stealing someone else's match hardly seems gentlemanly.]

[Destined? Destined by what? I'll fight fate if I must. Tang Hao isn't worthy of Ah Yin at all. I've thought about it; how could someone like him win the heart of such a beautiful, gentle soul?]

The diary's contents ended here, and the man's dissatisfied tone faded, leaving the girl feeling uneasy.

The reason was simple: she was Ah Yin, and the voice seemed to know this. He recognized her as the incarnation of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, stirring an unsettling sense of vulnerability within her.

She pondered the diary's contents, noticing that the man, Zhao Ling, bore no ill will—he even seemed to admire her, which eased her worry. She also noticed another name repeatedly mentioned in his words: Tang Hao.

The diary suggested that she was destined to become Tang Hao's wife, which left her baffled. She'd never even met him! Yet, she was aware of the name through stories in the human world.

Tang Hao was the second son of the Haotian Sect leader, already renowned on the Douluo Continent before reaching thirty. Known as one of the "Haotian Twin Stars" alongside his elder brother, he was described as a rare genius, the kind who could define an era. Yet Zhao Ling dismissed him as unworthy of her, which she found bewildering.

As the saying goes, "What girl doesn't long for romance?" She couldn't help but fantasize. What if she could share a passionate love with someone as extraordinary as Tang Hao, as suggested in the Diary Copy? The idea was exhilarating.

Just then, new text appeared in Zhao Ling's Diary Copy, and the mysterious voice returned, this time tinged with regret.

[Ah Yin and Tang Hao were married, and soon after, they had a child—the future protagonist of the original story. That time was perhaps their happiest.]

[But their joy was short-lived. A group of Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall ambushed them. To protect Tang Hao and their son, Tang San, Ah Yin sacrificed herself, transforming into a spirit ring to make Tang Hao the youngest Title Douluo.]

At this revelation, Ah Yin's eyes misted with tears, and her heart ached.

The happiness she imagined with Tang Hao was so fleeting. For a soul beast, a "sacrifice" meant an end akin to death. Even though she could leave a seed as a plant soul-beast, it was hardly different from dying.

Yet, if faced with the choice again, she knew she would make the same sacrifice, gladly giving her life to protect her loved ones.

As she wrestled with her emotions, the man's voice shifted from regret to seething anger.

[If only Tang Hao had honored his role as a father after Ah Yin's sacrifice, I'd have no complaints.]

[But this man? He drowned himself in alcohol, using it as an excuse to "numb his sorrow" over her loss. His claim of undying love for Ah Yin rings hollow when their young son, Tang San, had to fend for himself since barely two or three years old. The boy could barely reach the stove on a stool, cooking his meals, thanks only to the help of the old village chief, Jack.]

[Tang Hao did nothing but wallow, oblivious to his child's struggles.]

[And yet, he dares to call himself a devoted husband and father? What a shame!]

[Enough is enough. No matter what, I won't allow Ah Yin to marry Tang Hao this time.]

"Unbelievable!"

Ah Yin's heart burned with anger as she overturned the dining table, sending the remnants of her breakfast to the floor.

She had carried a child for ten months and sacrificed herself to give him life. Even in her absence, shouldn't Tang Hao have showered their son with love? Instead, he drowned in sorrow, neglecting the boy. Could he truly be called a husband? Was he worthy of being a father?

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PS: This book is intended for lighthearted enjoyment. Leave your logical reasoning at the door.

[T/N: I will re-edit this novel every day one chapter]

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