Chapter 232 The Demoness Chen

"Who is this guy? Why is he blocking the entrance?"

"What a weirdo. Could he be an alumnus who graduated years ago?"

Outside the gates of the Royal Academy, Chen Xuan stood there, coincidentally arriving at the busiest time of noon when the student traffic was at its peak.

Many young boys and girls were leaving the academy, bustling in and out, naturally noticing the adult among them who clearly did not match their age group.

In fact, Chen Xuan had already tried his best to avoid the crowd, standing quite a distance from the entrance. Yet, he still managed to draw attention.

Several twelve- or thirteen-year-old boys and girls passing by glanced at him curiously, their eyes filled with curiosity and wariness.

Standing there in a daze in front of so many people made Chen Xuan feel restless and awkward. But he stayed put because he could sense that the kunai's mark was approaching. Instead of moving around, he chose to wait.

The Royal Academy was an important training ground for promising young talents, and as an outsider, it was inappropriate for him to barge into their territory uninvited.

"I wonder if Qiu'er will recognize me," Chen Xuan muttered anxiously. Back then, he had been trapped inside a white cocoon, unable to leave. His daughter had never seen him before, and naturally, he had never seen Chen Qiu'er either.

He still remembered how ridiculous that period was—his daughter often asked Xiao Wu with innocent curiosity why her father was a big white ball instead of a human like them.

For some reason, Chen Xuan felt both nervous and excited. He had the sensation of an old father coming to pick up his child.

At the same time, he was genuinely worried that his daughter had fully accepted the idea that he was just a giant white ball and wouldn't recognize him. That would truly be a laughable disaster.

However, the moment Chen Xuan arrived, the little girl had already sensed it. A very familiar presence had suddenly appeared, giving her a feeling of closeness—just like the warmth her father once gave her.

"Daddy must have come to see me!"

Chen Qiu'er was ecstatic. She waved her small hands, her face beaming with joy as she followed the familiar presence, dashing toward the entrance.

"Oh no, it's the Demoness Chen! Run!"

"Holy shit, it really is the Demoness Chen! What is she doing here? Is she coming to settle a score with us?!"

In an instant, chaos erupted. Some of the students bolted in fear, fleeing in all directions as if facing an impending disaster.

Even unrelated students who happened to glance back were startled, their hearts trembling as they instinctively distanced themselves.

It was clear that this girl had done something notorious in the academy, making her feared and unwelcomed by many.

Chen Xuan wasn't too far away, so he naturally heard the surrounding students' discussions. There was a lot of chatter, but the general consensus was that everyone was terrified of his daughter.

Despite being only seven or eight years old, Chen Qiu'er already had the makings of a gang leader among the lower grades.

"This little bad habit… Definitely inherited from Xiao Wu," Chen Xuan rubbed his temples in exasperation.

His hearing was exceptionally sharp, and from the whispers of a group of girls, he learned an interesting tale—a refined and elegant young prince had once boldly professed his love for Chen Qiu'er in public. However, the result was tragic—the prince ended up with three broken legs and was bedridden for months.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan silently gave a thumbs-up. Good job. In this regard, she was just like him.

At the academy's entrance, a small figure dashed out. She was only about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall, her face flushed from running, dressed in a pink outfit with bunny ears on her head. She looked incredibly adorable as she excitedly ran toward the gate.

She had a round little face, chubby and soft, with a pair of bright, gem-like eyes full of life and energy.

The little girl was overjoyed, her twin braids bouncing behind her as she ran, brimming with youthful energy.

Upon seeing her outfit, Chen Xuan sighed and covered his forehead. There was no need for confirmation—this was definitely his daughter.

After all, the outfit was too familiar. She looked like a miniature version of Xiao Wu. Her attire was nearly identical to what her mother wore as a child, with the only difference being her round, chubby cheeks, which made her look even more delicate and lively.

In no time, Chen Qiu'er arrived before Chen Xuan, her face filled with curiosity as she examined him up and down. Her big, clear eyes held a hint of confusion, and she murmured in a soft voice, "Big brother… Why do you look so much like my dad?"

In her memory, Chen Xuan was not a human—he was a big, white, round ball.

But the person before her had the exact same presence as her father, and he even gave her that same familiar warmth.

The little girl was puzzled, tilting her head and looking at him from different angles, her curiosity growing.

A group of young students witnessed this scene, their expressions turning bizarre. They seriously questioned their own eyesight. Was this really the same wild, untamed Demoness Chen? Since when did she become so gentle?

The name "Demoness Chen" struck fear into their hearts. Her methods were known to be utterly ruthless. Before, they had assumed that the young man standing there was just another unfortunate soul infatuated with her and that he was about to suffer for it.

Chen Xuan massaged his temples, feeling a headache coming on. The prophecy came true—his daughter really thought of him as a giant ball.

This was his first-ever meeting with his daughter, and it had turned into an utterly ridiculous and comical scene.

He could already guess the reason behind it—this had to be Xiao Wu's doing. She had never once explained the truth to their daughter. In fact, she had likely even affirmed the notion that her father was a giant white ball.

He rubbed his brow repeatedly, feeling an incoming migraine. His wife was a grown adult now, yet she still loved pulling pranks, just like when she was a child.

Chen Qiu'er, still looking confused, kept glancing at him. Suddenly, she seemed to have a revelation. Her bright eyes sparkled as she said, "Big brother, are you my daddy's older brother or younger brother? Like Uncle Da Ming and Uncle Er Ming? Should I call you Uncle?"

Chen Xuan's forehead twitched. Damn it, my liver hurts.

At this moment, he regretted letting Xiao Wu raise their child alone.

"Qiu'er, stop guessing. I'm your father. Come, give Daddy a hug!"

He tried his best to smile warmly and opened his arms, beckoning his daughter into an embrace.

However, Chen Qiu'er wrinkled her nose in disdain and said in her soft, childish voice, "No, you're lying! My daddy doesn't look like you. My daddy is a big, fat, white ball!"

"...I f*cking…"

Chen Xuan was on the verge of tears. This was the child raised by Xiao Wu, alright.

Nearby, the students all showed looks of disdain, convinced that this man was a creepy older guy—a lolicon—boldly claiming to be someone's father right after meeting them. Shameless!

Chen Qiu'er's big eyes rolled around in thought. She was trying to figure out why this man felt so much like her father, with an identical presence.

Then, suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her mind. It was Daddy's voice!

It was exactly the same as the voice that had spoken to her and Mommy through sound transmission in the cave before.

"Ah… Big brother, are you really my Daddy?!"

Chen Qiu'er's bright, gem-like eyes widened in shock, her small mouth forming an "O" shape as she stood there, dumbfounded.

Chen Xuan felt an ache in his chest. Did he really have to use sound transmission to prove his identity to his own daughter? What kind of absurdity was this?

And all of this… was thanks to his wife. Even if he was angry, there was nowhere to vent.

"Qiu'er, come, give Daddy a hug!"

Suppressing his frustration, Chen Xuan smiled warmly. How could he possibly be angry at his own daughter?

His smile was bright as he spread his arms wide.

"Ah…"

Chen Qiu'er hesitated for a moment, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress in shyness. After thinking it over, she still decided to step forward and leap into Chen Xuan's embrace.

Chen Xuan caught her and lifted her up effortlessly. She was light—definitely not as heavy as Xiao Wu.

Chen Qiu'er's little face was flushed. She felt the warmth of his body and an unfamiliar sense of security.

"So this is… what it feels like to have a Daddy…"

She smiled sweetly, tightening her grip around Chen Xuan's neck, pressing her round face against his chest, feeling incredibly warm and safe.

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