How Could I Possibly Have a Daughter After Reincarnating?

“Vacation at last~”

Ling Ning stood outside the teaching building. Exams were over, and the results were out. As she had expected, her grades were stellar once again. Failing a course? Impossible~

“Ling Ning, are you heading back?”

Hearing Xia You’s voice, Ling Ning shook her head gently. “There’s something I need to take care of. You go on ahead, Xia You~”

Xia You glanced at Ling Ning, seemingly understanding something, and nodded. “Alright, I’ll head back first. If anything comes up, call me, okay?”

Watching Xia You’s retreating figure, Ling Ning let out a soft sigh and headed toward the girls’ dormitory. She wanted to see Su Ya. Since Su Ya’s hometown wasn’t in S City, if Ling Ning didn’t visit her now, she might have to wait until the next semester.

When Ling Ning arrived at the dormitory, she saw Lu Muyuan dragging a suitcase out. Upon spotting Ling Ning, Lu Muyuan asked flatly, “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to ask if Su Ya’s inside.”

“She’s not. She’s already gone home,” Lu Muyuan answered without hesitation.

“She’s gone...?”

A bitter smile crossed Ling Ning’s face. Nodding politely to Lu Muyuan, she turned to leave.

Not long after Ling Ning left, Lu Muyuan turned back and knocked on the door. “Xiao Ya, she’s gone now. I’ll be heading off too. If you need anything, call me, okay?”

“Mm, thank you.”

Su Ya leaned against the door, her strength draining from her body. She slid down to sit on the floor. She wanted to forget Ling Ning, but how could she possibly manage that?

She had spent this time trying to erase Ling Ning’s presence from her mind, but it was impossible. It felt like she had been poisoned by Ling Ning, her thoughts consumed by memories of their time together.

Why did it have to come to this? Even breaking up with Xie Zeyu hadn’t felt this agonizing—it was as though something crucial had vanished from her world.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, followed by a familiar voice. “Xiao Ya, I forgot something. Could you open the door for me?”

Although the voice sounded slightly off, Su Ya didn’t notice in her current state. She got up and opened the door, only to be shocked to see Ling Ning standing there.

As soon as she saw Ling Ning, Su Ya instinctively tried to shut the door, slamming it with all her strength. But just before the door could close completely, a pale hand wedged into the gap.

A muffled groan made Su Ya pause. She quickly opened the door again and saw the dark purple bruise forming on Ling Ning’s hand. Heart aching, she scolded, “What are you, an idiot? Doesn’t that hurt?”

Forcing a smile, Ling Ning replied, “At least now, Xiao Ya is talking to me.”

Of course it hurt—being slammed by a door was no joke. Ling Ning felt tears welling up but held them back. At least this way, Su Ya wouldn’t avoid her anymore. Su Ya’s strength when shutting the door had been intense; her hand was now numb with pain.

Su Ya sighed helplessly, her gaze softening. “Fine, come in.”

“Mm~” Ling Ning smiled. Thank goodness her voice training had paid off.

Entering the dorm room, Ling Ning noticed that the sisters Li Qian and Li Meng had already moved out, and Lu Muyuan had just left. That meant it was only her and Su Ya in the room now.

A flood of mischievous ideas crossed Ling Ning’s mind, but Su Ya’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Let me see your hand.”

“Oh.”

Ling Ning obediently extended her hand. Su Ya took out some alcohol and began disinfecting the bruised area.

“Ah!”

The sting from the alcohol almost made Ling Ning cry out. Whether it was intentional or not, Su Ya’s method of cleaning the wound felt a bit rough.

After disinfecting the area, Su Ya looked up and saw Ling Ning gazing at her with pitiful, watery eyes, as if about to cry.

“Did I go too hard?” Su Ya muttered, her voice softening before she caught herself and added coldly, “Why should I care?”

Despite her words, Su Ya pulled out a roll of gauze and began wrapping Ling Ning’s hand.

“There’s no need to wrap it. It’s just a little scrape. Besides, if you wrap my whole hand like that, I won’t even be able to hold chopsticks,” Ling Ning complained, looking at her bandaged hand with exasperation.

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, you can leave now.”

“I’m not leaving.”

Ling Ning sat down calmly, completely unfazed by Su Ya’s frosty glare.

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

Su Ya pulled out her suitcase and was about to walk out when Ling Ning suddenly embraced her from behind.

Ling Ning’s voice, unusually low, reached Su Ya’s ears. “Does Xiao Ya really not want to see me anymore?”

“You already have someone you like. So stop showing up in my life!”

With that, Su Ya shook off Ling Ning’s hands and was about to leave when Ling Ning let out a soft cry of pain. Turning back instinctively, Su Ya froze as her lips met Ling Ning’s.

Ling Ning’s kiss was like an irresistible poison—lethal and unavoidable. Su Ya knew the consequences, yet she couldn’t pull away.

When their lips finally parted, a thin, glistening thread connected them briefly.

Snapping back to her senses, Su Ya pushed Ling Ning away and rushed out the door. Ling Ning didn’t follow, instead licking her lips lightly, her expression one of lingering satisfaction.

After a while, Ling Ning stood up and left the dormitory, closing the door behind her. It amused her that Su Ya hadn’t even locked the door in her haste.

But it didn’t matter. Su Ya’s reaction had made it clear—there was still a chance.

Now, all that remained was to seize it.