Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

"My dear wife, Xiaoying sent back a message today that Cheng'er will be here tomorrow."

At night, Ling Feng sat in front of the dressing table and carefully applied ointment on her face.

He no longer avoids Su Qinghe when applying skin care products.

Listening to Ling Feng's words, Su Qinghe lazily turned over and continued reading.

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year. She really knows how to pick a date. I thought she wouldn't be able to make it!"

"I haven't seen you for a year, I don't know if you've changed."

Thinking that Ling Cheng had already been in Qisha Pavilion for a year, Su Qinghe was looking forward to seeing her adopted daughter tomorrow.

Ling Feng put the ointment into the cabinet, stood up and lay in Su Qinghe's arms, reaching out to cover the book in her hand.

"Cheng'er is only six years old. It's the time for her to grow. It's normal for her to change. Isn't this nonsense, my wife?"

"That's right." Su Qinghe replied with a smile, "Children are different every day."

"I know you miss her. Come back tomorrow and take a good look at her. After all, you will have to leave again after a month, and you will have to wait until the New Year to come back next time."

Upon hearing that Ling Cheng could only stay for a month, Ling Feng, who was originally very excited because his daughter was coming back the next day, suddenly showed a look of disappointment on his face.

Thinking back to when he sent Ling Cheng away, he secretly shed a few tears.

Looking at Su Qinghe's calm face, Ling Feng narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly expression.

"Knowing that Cheng'er will be back tomorrow, why does my wife seem unhappy at all? She is also your daughter, you should take a good look at her tomorrow."

Seeing that Ling Feng was about to lose his temper, Su Qinghe quickly threw the book aside, smiled and hugged him and gave him a kiss.

"I am a woman. I don't show my emotions on my face. I am very happy in my heart!"

"That's pretty much it."

No matter whether Su Qinghe was telling the truth or lying, Ling Feng was satisfied.

He put his arms around Su Qinghe's neck and they chatted in low voices.

"Although Qiu Shan's group was eliminated from the cabinet two years ago, it is inevitable that some fish still slip through the net."

"Xiaoying also mentioned this in the letter she sent back. Cheng'er was almost injured. I'm a little worried..."

Su Qinghe covered Ling Feng's mouth.

"Didn't you want to send Cheng'er to the Seven Killing Pavilion for training? Are you soft-hearted now?"

"I..." Ling Feng opened his mouth, his eyes full of struggle.

Seeing him like this, Su Qinghe made a suggestion.

"How about bringing them back to stay for a few days, and then sending them back after the situation over there is cleaned up?"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No, I need to gain experience."

"The ones left now are just some unremarkable people. It would be great if she could use them to train them. We can't just protect people when they are in danger."

"If the future Seven Killing Pavilion Master is so spoiled, then why did I go through the trouble of giving birth to her?"

Ling Feng's face was full of determination. As long as it was about the Seven Killing Pavilion, he would return to his usual cold and stern self, even towards his biological daughter Ling Cheng.

"You!"

Su Qinghe sighed, but did not force him to stay.

"Don't worry, Cheng'er has been taught by you and me since she was young. She has learned Kung Fu since she was young, and I also taught her pharmacology myself. She won't die so easily. Don't underestimate your daughter."

"Yeah." Ling Feng was comforted.

Seeing that he was no longer so sad, Su Qinghe hurriedly coaxed him to sleep.

"It's getting late, go to bed quickly. It's not good for a pregnant woman to stay up late."

Ling Feng touched her still flat belly, where there was another one-month-old life.

This was his third pregnancy, and the feeling was completely different from the first and second time.

The first and most obvious thing is that his belly is not that big anymore, and then he no longer has morning sickness.

Everything feels much more comfortable than before. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve given birth to so many babies.

Originally, when Ling Cheng was four years old, he wanted to have another baby for Su Qinghe, but Su Qinghe refused on the grounds of taking care of her body.

He mentioned it several times, but she only agreed recently.

"Do you think this baby will be a girl?"

Ling Feng asked softly with his eyes closed.

His second pregnancy gave birth to a son, which meant that he had not yet given Su Qinghe a female heir with her surname.

Seeing that all her other husbands had given birth to a daughter for her, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Although Su Qinghe treated her son better than her daughter and never urged him, he just had an obsession and a breath in his heart.

It seems that this is the only way to prove myself.

Feeling the obviously agitated breath of the man in her arms, Su Qinghe patted his back methodically and coaxed him in a gentle tone.

"If you go to bed early, I'll help you think about it in my dream, and you can also ask Zhou Gong~ Or let Wuwang ask the Buddha for you tomorrow?"

Ling Feng didn't want to respond to Su Qinghe's teasing.

But because of the auspicious words she said, he thought about it and felt that it was better to believe it than not, so he really tried to make himself fall asleep.

Listening to the man's gradually steady breathing, Su Qinghe curled her lips and cleared her mind.

……

The first day of the new year.

The sound of firecrackers crackled. After the Su Mansion’s firecrackers were set off, the sound of firecrackers could still be heard in the house, from somewhere unknown. It was very festive.

"Come on, come on, there's one last dish, braised carp!"

In the hall, the original small round table had been replaced by a large round table by Su Qinghe. The whole family was gathered together, and both adults and children picked up chopsticks.

"Cheng'er, eat more. You've become thinner."

Several men picked up food for Ling Cheng who had just returned, and their eyes were full of pity when they looked at her.

I haven't seen him for a year. Not only has he lost weight, but he's also become darker. It's obvious that he's suffered a lot.

"Thank you, dads."

Ling Cheng acted like a little adult and respectfully thanked everyone one by one. Only after she finished thanking everyone did she turn her gaze to Su Qinghe.

"Mother."

Now, among all the adults present, Su Qinghe was the only one who didn't pick any food for her.

How could Su Qinghe not understand what this little devil meant? She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork ribs for her.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Well, thank you, mother." Ling Cheng nodded, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

She has been neglected by her father and mother since she was a child, so they should treat her better now that she has come back from suffering.

However, she didn't feel happy for long, as Ling Feng's words extinguished the warmth in her heart.

"After dinner, I will check your homework to see what you have learned in the Seven Killings Pavilion over the past year. If I am not satisfied, you don't have to come back next year."

Ling Cheng had a bitter face. "Yes, Daddy..."

Everyone has long been accustomed to Ling Feng's strict attitude in educating Ling Cheng, and others usually offer a few words of comfort.

Ling Cheng had long been accustomed to it. She had been aware of the special nature of her identity since she was a child.

She had cried and made a fuss because of Ling Feng's unique strictness towards her, but she became obedient after being spanked by Su Qinghe.

While eating, Ling Cheng looked at the two little boys beside Ling Feng, who were her brothers from the same father.

"Su Wangyou, why are you gaining weight again?"

Looking at her twin brother who had gained weight after not seeing him for a year, and then looking at his face which was the same as hers in the past but now became fat and white, Ling Cheng felt even more unbalanced.

"What's wrong with me? Daddy said, I'm just fat now, but I'll get thinner when I grow up. I'll grow into a big beauty!"

Su Wangyou didn't buy into Ling Cheng's criticism and directly brought up Ling Feng.

Is it necessary to be so obvious about this differential treatment?

Ling Cheng looked at his own mother with resentment, and the meaning was obvious.

Daddy is like this, can't she do something about it? It makes her look like she just found him.

After all, she and Su Wangyou have the same face. When she sees Su Wangyou, can't she be nicer to her too?

Su Qinghe shrugged helplessly. "I won't get involved. Go discuss it with your father yourself."

Ling Cheng: Heartbroken (′-w?`)