0108: A Fairy Descends to Earth

Xu Lin provided the other party with more details about Zhang Guofu’s spicy hotpot, and Bai’s father’s initial lack of confidence turned into a willingness to give it a try.

“By the way, Xu Lin, what do you think of our Xiaoxiao?”

“Senior Bai, how should I put it? When I see you, it’s like seeing my middle school self—so introverted, so awkward with people.”

Xu Lin avoided giving a direct answer. He suspected this was the father’s test to see if he was being swayed by appearances, and he was determined not to fall for it.

“Well, actually, that’s partly our problem, or rather, her mother’s... how should I say this...”

Bai’s father hesitated, tugging at his hair. Xu Lin quickly said, “It’s okay, if it’s hard to talk about, we don’t have to.”

“There’s nothing shameful about it. Her mother, being beautiful when she was young, was often bullied by fellow townsfolk—this went on for five years of elementary school.”

“Later, when she entered the workforce, before she married me, many men at the factory liked her, which caused the women there to resent her, excluding her in subtle and mocking ways.”

“After we married, things got better, but she still carried scars. When she fell ill later, her mental state worsened.”

“That’s why she won’t let Xiaoxiao dress up. Our family is struggling, and having such a beauty like Xiaoxiao is almost a waste. Sigh...”

He sighed deeply again—an expression of sadness, regret, guilt, and self-reproach.

“Uncle, once this spicy hotpot shop opens, everything will get better.”

“Hmm, I’ve endured much more hardship than this. These days, I don’t really find life hard—I just don’t want my wife and child to suffer!”

Hearing this from his future father-in-law, Xu Lin’s heart quickened. As a man, he understood the weight of that responsibility.

That was why he had to be better—not just for himself but for many others, including his in-laws. If he didn’t work harder, how could he succeed?

After reflecting for a moment, Bai’s father glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly 4 o’clock; his daughter had been out for over an hour.

“By the way, Xiaoxiao hasn’t come back yet. Why don’t you call her?”

“Alright.”

Just as he picked up the phone, the sound of heels clicking on the floor came from behind. Xu Lin turned around.

A young girl with long legs clad in black stockings entered, covering her face shyly. Her short, neat hair framed a charming, simple cut, and she wore a British-style plaid wool coat.

Her figure was exquisite: her crossed collar was gently pushed out by her chest, the smooth curves extending to her hips, revealing a perfect waistline worthy of a model on television.

The hem of her skirt stopped just above the knees, revealing long, straight legs wrapped in black tights—like a masterpiece of art.

The black stockings added a touch of sensuality and maturity to her youthful, schoolgirl aura, but on her feet were playful leather shoes adorned with butterfly bows.

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