**Chapter 321: You Wept for Joy**

**Chapter 321: You Wept for Joy**

After meeting with Qian Xunji, Zhao Ling returned to the Pope's Palace. Since his mischievous son, Zhao Ping'an, had his flying ability restricted by Zhao Ling, he was now quietly held in Bibi Dong's arms.

Zhao Ling approached and pinched the boy's face, smiling. "My dear son, I'm going to Poseidon Island soon. When I return, I'll bring your sister to Wuhun City to play with you for a few days. Are you happy?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ping'an instantly looked distressed. "Dad, if you want me to die, just say it directly. Why beat around the bush? My sister is here, and she beats me up every day. I can't win against her, wuwuwu..."

"Naughty child! How can you say that? Why would your sister beat you up every day? She's much more obedient and quieter than you. On Poseidon Island, everyone likes her."

Zhao Ling deliberately frowned and then gently pinched Zhao Ping'an's face. The boy's chubby cheeks gave Zhao Ling a strange sense of enjoyment.

"Dad, can you stop pinching my face? If you keep doing that, it'll get swollen!"

Zhao Ping'an rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. He didn't understand why his father, of all people, was pinching his delicate face.

"No, it's my son's face, so of course, I can pinch it. Besides, you're such a tough kid—are you afraid of getting your face swollen?" Zhao Ling didn't care about the protest.

Zhao Ping'an looked defeated. This father is really mine... He's so rude to me. Why am I stuck with such a father?

"Alright, alright, I won't pinch you anymore," Zhao Ling said, chuckling. He turned to Bibi Dong, who was giving him a disapproving look.

"Why do you always pinch Ping'an's face? Look at how red it is. Is there any father who acts like this?" Bibi Dong sighed.

Seeing his wife's dissatisfaction, Zhao Ling smiled and nodded. "Okay, I won't do it anymore. I'll save my strength for when I come back to pamper you."

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated. "Please, don't say those things in front of our son. He's a super-smart genius. Don't teach him to act like you. If you do, I don't know how many poor girls will be unlucky in the future."

Zhao Ling listened thoughtfully. "Hmm… You're right. I can't teach my son to be like me. I'm already a mess. It would be a disaster if he turned out like that."

Zhao Ling moved closer to Bibi Dong, kissed her on the cheek, and laughed. "Dong'er, I'm leaving now. I'll bring Mengyan next time to help teach Ping'an a lesson so you won't have to deal with him every day."

Bibi Dong nodded shyly, her face turning slightly pink. She watched as Zhao Ling tore open space and disappeared before her eyes.

Zhao Ping'an, almost on the verge of tears, muttered, "Why do my parents both agree to bring Sister Mengyan here to deal with me? Are these really my parents? Did they pick me up from a trash can?" But he quickly dismissed the thought, remembering he was born from his mother's womb—there was no doubt about that.

After Zhao Ling left, Bibi Dong smiled and turned to her son. "Ping'an, you're going to see your sister Mengyan soon. Are you really that happy you're crying?"

With a gloomy face, Zhao Ping'an responded, "Mom, are you sure I'm crying for joy? Maybe you should ask Dad to remove the restraints on me, and I'll run away from home. I won't bother you anymore."

Bibi Dong gave him a gentle pat on the backside. "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would your mother let you run away from home? Your sister Mengyan is coming to play with you soon, and you should be very happy."

"Yes, yes, yes…" Zhao Ping'an knew it was futile to resist. It was already decided that his sister would come to handle him.

Zhao Ping'an just hoped time would pass faster so he could grow up and leave Wuhun City. Once he became an adult, he could roam the Douluo Continent without his parents' control and wouldn't have to live under his sister's shadow.

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On Poseidon Island, Inside Poseidon Temple.

As soon as Zhao Ling appeared, he saw his daughter, Zhao Mengyan, playing a game with Poseidon. It wasn't the most exciting game—it was a simple cat's cradle with a rope.

Zhao Ling smiled mischievously. "Xi'er, why are you playing cat's cradle with Mengyan? Are you that bored?"

Poseidon shrugged. "What else can we do? Xi'er is just one step away from becoming a god, but practicing all day seems pointless. Yan'er was bored, so we played a game."

"Dad, come and play with us! I want you to play too!" Zhao Mengyan called out eagerly.

Zhao Ling hesitated. "Uh... Dad doesn't know how to play cat's cradle, so maybe next time. But I have other games I can teach you."

Zhao Ling then pulled out some items from his storage space—mahjong, poker, and chess. He also had games like Triple X Kill, Hero X Kill, and Wolf X Kill.

The mother and daughter's eyes lit up. Although they had never played these games before, their instincts told them they could be a lot of fun. They immediately pestered Zhao Ling to teach them, and Zhao Ling happily obliged.

At first, games like Triple X Kill and Hero X Kill confused them, as they required some knowledge of history. But Zhao Ling patiently explained the stories behind the historical figures involved, and they listened intently.

(End of Chapter)