The Female Celebrity Transmigrated into the Daughter of Her Arch Nemesis

Chapter 27

As soon as Ji Mo Chen finished speaking, he looked up at his daughter Ji Ruochu, who had red rims around her eyes as she held a milk bottle in her mouth. Father and daughter stared at each other without saying a word for some time.

Seeing the obviously cried over eyes of the other, Ji Ruochu's pair of round fox-like eyes instantly widened. Her small mouth opened slightly, and the milk bottle she had been holding in her mouth dropped to the ground with a "duang".

It was this sound that brought everyone back to their senses. Ji Mo Chen immediately put on a smile, "Ruochu, you're awake!"

After speaking, the man picked up the milk bottle that had rolled over to his feet, gurgling, "The teat's dirty. Dad will wash it for you."

But as soon as he turned around, the expression on his face changed instantly: I'm done for, my image in my daughter's eyes...

Behind him, Ji Ruochu's expressions were even more wonderful.

Goodness, Ji Mo Chen cried?

He cried?

In an instant, scenes of the plot in "Rebirth: I Found Out My Nemesis is a Crybaby" flashed through her mind.

The scared little one immediately shook her head.

By now, Ji Mo Chen had turned the microphone back on, and the livestream image had changed from "one tree at the beginning" back to the father and daughter. The audience instantly felt they had been tricked again, and the barrage of attacks sped up.

[Ji Mo Chen, you heartless man!]

But before they could finish scolding Ji Mo Chen and make another round of creepy baby-sucking remarks, the little baby in the image ran over to Ji Mo Chen, who was at the sink.

The little one looked up at him in shock, "You cried?!"

The audience: ????

Who? Who cried?

"No, I didn't." Ji Mo Chen's hand washing the teat paused as he gritted his teeth and answered.

"But your eyes are red, you definitely cried," the little one insisted with her hands behind her back.

Ji Mo Chen: ...

Comments section: ...Is this what I think it means?

The director instantly laughed, baring all his teeth. Mo Chen, this is your daughter stabbing you out, it's got nothing to do with us!

Quick, quick, cameras, get in there!

"It's just some sand in my eyes." Ji Mo Chen desperately tried to salvage his dignity.

Ji Ruochu immediately tutted, patting her little chest, "I'm four and a half now. I got tired of those lies to trick three-year-olds when I was two!"

Ji Mo Chen: ...

After scolding him, the little one asked in confusion again, "But why did you cry?"

And added, "It's not like you got pecked in the forehead by a chicken..."

The staff next to them instantly covered their faces. This girl undid all their previous comforting words in just a few sentences.

On the other side, Ji Mo Chen, whose sore spot had been jabbed, didn't reply. He simply rinsed the now clean teat with warm water, put it back on, then squatted down and handed the full milk bottle back to his daughter.

"I'm sorry, daddy apologizes. I won't let Ruochu get hurt again in the future, I promise!"

At this moment, not only was Ji Ruochu taken aback, but the barrage in the livestream chat froze too.

At this moment, everyone was fully convinced that this man really was blaming himself for his daughter's injury.

"Does Ruochu forgive daddy?"

Ji Mo Chen looked quietly at his daughter, dignity gone.

"Hmm..." The little one slurped a few more mouthfuls from her bottle before sticking out her chubby little hand. She stroked Ji Mo Chen's head like petting a big dog, "Pat pat, don't be scared. Ruochu's fine!"

At this moment, no matter how annoying she had found this man in her past life, all she felt was sympathy.

Look, he was so scared by a mere chicken that he cried, and now she had to step in to comfort him.

What little Ruochu didn't know was how much this moved Ji Mo Chen, and how crazy the livestream audience was screaming outside the screen.

[Mini Scene]

Ji Mo Chen: Wuwuwuwu... My daughter still loves me. She got pecked herself yet came to comfort me.

Audience: Ahhhhhh! What peerless father-daughter love is this? How can there be such an obedient, sensible and well-behaved daughter?

Heaven, grant me a Ruochu! I'm begging you!