"…Every time that woman saw the child, she would be reminded of those dark, hopeless days. Because of that, she could never truly see the child as her own."
"…The only thing that child ever brought her was endless pain."
Bibi Dong finished telling her story, her tone detached, as though recounting someone else's tale. Then, turning around, she looked at the utterly stunned Qian Renxue and said calmly,
"Now, you understand why I detest you so much."
"..."
Qian Renxue remained silent. At that moment, she would have preferred never to know the truth.
No wonder—no wonder Grandpa always hesitated to speak.
No wonder everyone kept it from her.
So… her very existence was born from something so dirty?
For the first time, Qian Renxue felt a deep disgust toward the blood flowing in her veins. She even began to doubt whether she was worthy of being the chosen one of the Angel God, a god so pure and holy.
Why?
Why was my birth so tainted?
Why… was my father such a disgusting man?
Her mind filled with anguish. The towering image of her father, which had stood strong in her heart since childhood, now collapsed in an instant.
Qian Renxue's father, Qian Xunji, had passed away when she was still very young. Precisely because of his early death, in the innocent eyes of the young girl, he had remained perfect, an unshakable figure of greatness. Even after growing up, that image never wavered.
Yet now, her own mother had shattered that illusion, bluntly telling her:
"Stop deceiving yourself. You're nothing but a bastard. Your father was a vile, filthy man. Your birth was never sacred—it was a result of sin."
How could she possibly accept such a devastating truth?
The blow struck at the core of her very identity, causing her entire worldview to crumble.
Qian Renxue's mind was in chaos. She could no longer face this woman—the mother she had once resented but now felt a deep, painful guilt towards.
She felt shame for everything her father had done.
As a woman herself, even if she had never experienced it firsthand, Qian Renxue could easily imagine the immense trauma Bibi Dong had suffered. Just thinking about it was unbearable—how much worse must it have been to live through it?
Bibi Dong watched Qian Renxue's expression change over and over, then silently turned away and left the room.
In her eyes was a rare trace of relief, of release.
Finally, she had unburdened the secret she had long kept locked inside.
She had once thought she would carry that secret to her grave, never telling a soul.
But today, she had confessed everything to her daughter.
Perhaps it was her way of finally confronting and freeing herself from the shadows of her past.
When she spoke earlier, Bibi Dong hadn't twisted the facts or embellished the story.
She recounted the events from a purely third-person perspective, as though speaking of someone else.
Right or wrong no longer mattered.
The scars left behind by what happened would never disappear.
All she could do now was accept and face them head-on.
Looking back, she admitted that the young girl she had once been was too naïve, too foolish, swept away by the illusion of love.
The price she paid was heavy—and deserved.
She accepted that.
But that didn't change the fact that she loathed her vile master with every fiber of her being. Even now, she believed that man deserved nothing but death.
…
Meanwhile, having fled the room, Qian Renxue wandered aimlessly, her mind a complete mess.
She stumbled through the corridors until she found herself standing before a door.
It was the entrance to the secret room.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was emotionally fragile, desperate for comfort.
Instinctively, she had come here, though she wasn't sure whether she was seeking her grandfather—or that man.
She stood blankly before the door, dazed, her face twisted in silent misery.
Time passed—she didn't know how long.
Suddenly, the door swung open from within.
A figure stepped out.
Without thinking, Qian Renxue rushed forward and threw herself into his arms.
Ye Cheng, having sensed Qian Renxue's presence outside the room, had just opened the door, only to be immediately met by a fragrant gust of wind—and a soft, trembling body pressing into him.
Huh?
What's going on?
Ye Cheng blinked in confusion.
Had he just stepped out to find an angelic beauty throwing herself into his arms?
Was this some kind of reward for resurrecting her grandfather?
Still, wasn't this a little too enthusiastic?
Qian Renxue—who would've thought you were such a forward woman?
But soon, with his sharp spiritual senses, Ye Cheng realized the truth:
The girl clinging to him wasn't feeling joyful—her emotions were a chaotic storm of fear, confusion, shame, and hatred.
But above all, there was a deep, childlike need for comfort, the kind of raw vulnerability one shows only after a devastating blow.
Ye Cheng sighed inwardly.
So it wasn't about him—it was simply that she had no one else to turn to.
Still, even as he mentally complained, his body reacted instinctively.
He gently wrapped his arms around the girl, stroking her long golden hair with a soothing touch—much like he used to calm the golden retriever he had kept in his past life.
Good thing Qian Renxue couldn't read his mind at that moment, or else she might have slapped him on the spot.
Under Ye Cheng's gentle, steadying embrace, Qian Renxue's chaotic emotions gradually settled.
There was something about this man—some strange, magical aura— That seemed to pierce through the darkness consuming her, like a ray of sunlight breaking into a frozen soul.
It was warm… so warm…
For the first time since hearing the devastating truth, her heart found a shred of peace.
Completely lost in the comfort of Ye Cheng's embrace, Qian Renxue didn't notice that his eyes had begun to glow faintly gold, and his entire presence radiated a vast, sun-like warmth.
This was the true source of the peace she felt.
Ye Cheng had lightly activated the divine bloodline of the Creator God within him.
As for how he obtained such a bloodline?
That was another story—one that began with the materialization of Klee.
After Klee's manifestation, Ye Cheng had noticed a curious phenomenon:
Because of the "settings" he had created, the child, who should have simply inherited a fraction of his power, had instead started affecting him in return.
Normally, the Creator God's bloodline could only bestow blessings downward, from ancestor to descendant.
Relatives like Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong couldn't receive this blessing, despite sharing blood ties.
But because Klee had traveled back from the future to the past—and because of the causal bond between them—Ye Cheng, as the ancestor, had been "blessed" by his own descendant's power.
Thus, as Klee's character setting grew more complete, Ye Cheng's own transformation toward a true Creator God progressed.
This was something he had never anticipated.
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