Chapter 1180: Chapter 644: Decent Flavor (Double Release)

"...Still far from enough. Keep drinking."

In Qin Qingluo’s serpent eyes, the light flowed like fire. Then she said:

"Otherwise I can’t talk to you about what’s in my heart. If you’re not drunk enough, you’ll remember everything I say tonight..."

With this man’s reckless boldness, he was bound to fall into her snare; then catching him would be like catching a turtle in a jar.

Chen Yi only drew in a small breath, pressing his lips together, his gaze lowered as he said, "I also have things at the bottom of my heart. Without a sound, Qin Yue is already two. So big. I’ve never even seen her when she was one..."

Qin Qingluo’s brows drew together slightly.

She suddenly felt a bit annoyed; she wanted to talk with Chen Yi about the past, yet he insisted on talking to her about a child.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes had lost their flavor.

The drunkenness was strong and just right; she had to admit she was a little moved, but not enough to lose her reason.

Night deepened, clouds drifted past, and the stars wheeled and wheeled again. The layered mountains of Nanwei seemed to rise and fall in a black sea.

Chen Yi couldn’t drink any more, so he rose to take his leave. Qin Qingluo readily agreed, though she was not very satisfied with the night.

Chen Yi let out a breath of relief. He had restrained himself well tonight, and had also successfully hooked the Princess.

He was very self‑restrained.

After bidding farewell several times, he was just about to turn away when something flashed before his eyes. A surge of pressure, thick with the scent of wine and a domineering aura, suddenly crashed over him!

He didn’t even have time to react before his chin was clamped and lifted by a cool, powerful hand. The next instant, the Princess’s lips, with an unquestionable force, crashed down hard.

This was not tenderness, much less lingering affection.

It was like a declaration, like a conquest, carrying the rough wine‑breath of one in power. Rather than a kiss, it was more like biting and devouring.

There was a buzz in Chen Yi’s head; all his restraint was blown to pieces in that instant by this fiercely aggressive kiss.

His hands lifted on instinct, wanting to circle that slender yet powerful waist, to turn from guest to host.

Yet just as his fingertips were about to touch the luxurious Python Robe, Qin Qingluo suddenly pulled back.

Like a fuse lit, then abruptly pinched out.

Chen Yi’s movement froze in mid‑air. His breathing was rough, and the sensation on his lips was searingly vivid.

Qin Qingluo straightened her body. Candlelight spilled across her face; there was no trace of drunken haze in those serpent eyes, only the inborn arrogance of one who looks down from above, and a trace of...sated amusement.

"The taste is acceptable. Go back."

She lifted her thumb and slowly wiped it across her own lips, which were likewise a bit swollen and red. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I’ll reward you again some other time."

.........

Early in the morning, just after waking up, rubbing her eyes and stretching lazily, having finished drinking her nurse’s milk, Qin Yue turned her head, her little eyes looking off into the distance, and saw that figure coming from afar.

This "Daddy" had been coming very often lately.

Mother had once said she had two daddies. At the time, Qin Yue had only half understood, feeling she had one real daddy and one fake daddy. But which was real and which was fake, she didn’t really know.

She hoped Chen Yi was the fake one.

From the warm room she could hear Chen Yi talking with the nurse. She didn’t know what they were saying, muttering away; it seemed to be about her. She didn’t much want to go out to see him on her own, so she lowered her head and pondered little‑kid matters over there.

Just how many times had she called "Daddy"?

Qin Yue grew troubled and started counting on her fingers.

One, two, three...seventy, eighty...

One, two, three...seventy, eighty...

Seventy, eighty...

She had counted who knew how many sets of seventy, eighty and was dizzy from it, when she suddenly thought of something Mother had said while telling stories: three thousand worlds. Then she decided to make it three thousand times—no, thirty thousand times.

That way, when she grew up, he would have to, would have to call...one, two, three...call "Daddy" thirty thousand times.

Qin Yue’s eyes lit up. She figured he was an idiot. With that thought, she immediately wanted to see him, to show off a bit.

Chen Yi was talking with the nurse about Qin Yue. There was still no response from the Divine Sect Heretics, but his relationship with Qin Qingluo had recently reached a critical point. It was very likely they could step further at any time and renew their old bond.

Then this little home could be truly stabilized once and for all.

Besides, today he had actually come because he missed Qin Yue; he wasn’t being that calculating. And he hadn’t brought any sweets, so as not to let Qin Yue get a taste of the sugar.

Qin Yue stepped over the threshold, her little body wobbling as she walked over. She was in such a hurry that as soon as Chen Yi turned around he saw her plop down on the floor.

She clutched her forehead and said, "The table...bumped Yue’er’s head."

"How about Daddy blows on it for you?"

"Then...blow on it."

Children might not have many complicated thoughts, but the principle of taking every advantage was something they were born knowing; if you don’t get him to blow, you lose out for nothing.

Chen Yi blew on her a few times. Qin Yue touched her head, counted silently, then stuck out three fingers.

Chen Yi didn’t understand.

Then he heard her milky little voice say, "I, I, Yue’er has, has called you Daddy thirty thousand times."

Chen Yi knew at once this was just a number the child had randomly pinched out after miscounting, but he still asked with a smile, "That many?"

"Th‑then you have to pay back...thirty thousand ’Daddy’s. Yue’er grows up very fast, so fast...especially fast."

"Yes, yes, Yue’er grows up especially fast."

Chen Yi nodded in agreement. His daughter’s eyes sparkled faintly, looking very expectant. For no reason he thought, right now Qin Yue was still little and could be fobbed off, but when she grew older and pestered endlessly, what would he do then?

"Daddy has already called...sixty thousand times."

Qin Yue thought about it in confusion. Maybe she just hadn’t heard them; she didn’t even first suspect he might be lying.

After a long while, when she truly couldn’t figure it out and saw how firmly Chen Yi spoke, she shook her head and said, "Yue’er, Yue’er didn’t hear..."

Who said Yue’er had to hear? Chen Yi originally wanted to say that, but after thinking a moment, he realized it would be too easy for the argument to boomerang back at him. So he said, "That’s because those are all the ’Daddy’s I’m going to call in the future. The future ones—you can’t hear them now, of course."

"Future?" Qin Yue had heard this word several times, but this time she didn’t quite understand.

"’Future’ just means later, the ones I’ll call later. How should I put it—could you hear what people say today back when it was yesterday?"

Afraid she wouldn’t understand, Chen Yi repeated himself two or three times. In the end Qin Yue shook her head and said, "C‑can’t hear..."

"Right. So the ’Daddy’s Daddy will call in the future, you also can’t hear now. Only the Yue’er of later will hear them."

Qin Yue nodded in a daze. So he had already called sixty thousand ’Daddy’s; it was just that the future her would hear them, and she couldn’t hear them now.

But she...

"Yue’er only, only called...thirty thousand times..."

"Exactly. Daddy called sixty thousand times, Yue’er only called thirty thousand. Isn’t Daddy’s more and Yue’er’s less?"

"Yes..."

"Isn’t that unfair to Daddy? Not equal? Isn’t Yue’er taking a huge advantage?"

"...Yue’er is, is taking a huge advantage." Although she didn’t understand the first two words, Qin Yue still clapped happily. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Good Yue’er, but isn’t taking advantage by thirty thousand times a bit too much?"

"...Yes." Qin Yue nodded vigorously.

Chen Yi nodded along, speaking earnestly. "Since that’s the case, Yue’er has to pay it back."

"Huh?"

"Look: Daddy has sixty thousand, Yue’er has thirty thousand. Sixty minus thirty equals thirty. Daddy has thirty thousand more than Yue’er. Daddy won’t be greedy; Yue’er only needs to pay back twenty thousand and that’s enough."

Qin Yue was completely tangled up by this string of words and had Chen Yi repeat it several times. Chen Yi also carefully explained it to her. After quite a long while, she finally understood: Daddy would call her sixty thousand times, and she only had to call three plus two—fifty thousand times. She even earned ten thousand.

In short, she was not losing out.

"Okay then." Qin Yue nodded.

"So doesn’t that mean...Yue’er owes Daddy twenty thousand?"

"...Yes." Qin Yue thought it over and then nodded hard.

"Then Yue’er has to remember it well, or else the debt will just keep getting bigger and bigger."

With a grand wave of his hand, Chen Yi immediately scooped her up and lifted her high. Qin Yue was utterly delighted, whooshing and laughing, not realizing that there was a faint depth in Chen Yi’s eyes.

Though Qin Yue was only two, this was exactly the best time to teach her.

So she could come to understand what borrowing is, what interest is, what shorting is, and what a Ponzi scheme is...

Thinking of this, Chen Yi kissed his daughter on the forehead. Qin Yue froze for a moment. She felt a bit resistant inside, but then she remembered she still owed him so many "Daddy’s," so she kept quiet.