Assassin Dad and His Genius Daughter

Ren Ye was picked up by a silver Volkswagen as Gong Fan sat casually in the car seat as he let out a short chuckle after seeing the slightly dazed expression on Ren Ye's face.

"You've never been on one?"

"…"

Ren Ye's eyes quietly swiped to his face, "No."

I was thinking about why I decided to hop onto someone's car all of a sudden…

"Old Yi, we'll join forces to fight the spirit in his office."

Ren Ye informed Old Yi of his plans regarding his ways of dealing with the evil spirit in his client's office.

Old Yi scoffed lightly, "Alright but my powers are still limited. I will be able to use my knowledge and spells to assist you if you were to face danger."

Ren Ye agreed and added, "If you think it is a weak spirit, you can let me handle it."

"That's not something I am worried about," Old Yi paused silently before continuing in a low tone, "Spirits are divided into classes."

"The spirit that invaded the man's office may be of a lower class type, it is nothing to worry about if but we can never let our guard down yet. Most of the time, these types are soul remnants from undead souls."

"Or another case, contracted Spirit."

Contracted Spirit? From the sound of it, it must be a creature that is assigned to serve a human's needs.

"They sign an underworld contract with the initiator and thus become a companion or alter ego of the initiator."

Old Yi casually hummed softly.

"How so?"

"By sacrificing a part of his body and calling upon a prayer."

Upon hearing this, Ren Ye's pupils dilated gloomily before the gloom dissipated and replaced with collected eyes. He believed that the initiator must be someone that had ties to the underworld or someone who had masochistic tendencies.

"Does the Spirit approach the initiator on its own accord? Or is it being forced?"

"Nope, usually depending on the initiator's power. If he was of a high level or above Nascent Realm, a likely powerful Spirit would be willing to approach him."

"From the looks of it, the master of the Spirit is at least Establishing Phase."

Ren Ye's face turned ugly, "Aren't they powerful?"

"Compared to you, yes."

Old Yi let out a sarcastic chuckle before stopping himself and assured Ren Ye.

"There is another case or possibility."

"Artifacts. To be precise, B-tier artifacts."

Ren Ye placed a finger on his chin and started caressing it, he hummed softly before lowering his head. After a week, he felt his system was unfair to him.

Giving him more missions than artifacts.

Ren Ye sighed and shrugged helplessly,

Not the system's problem but my problem for being reborn…

Driver Yan was a middle-aged man with refined bearing and a clean shaved face. Although his complexion appeared wrinkled, they were glowing brightly, signally his employer's treatment of him.

He greeted Ren Ye and Gong Fan enthusiastically, referring to Gong Fan as his 'dearest master's friend'. Ren Ye felt a bit of disturbance inside his heart, knowing Gong Fan was planning to suck his master's money dry.

"Friends, we are almost there. Master asked if you want to grab lunch first because it is already 12pm and fear friends would starve."

"No."

"Yes."

Both Ren Ye and Gong Fan replied at the same time, Ren Ye turned his head to look at the smug Gong Fan. Gong Fan tapped his cane with squinted eyes.

"This old man is hungry."

Driver Yan shot Ren Ye a helpless look as he nodded and drove them to a Michelin restaurant. Ren Ye lowered his dark expression and wanted to cuss this old man for wasting his time.

"I'm afraid your client would be eaten by the ghost inside his office before we arrive," Ren Ye said in a mocking tone. Gong Fan didn't spare him any look.

"Your client now."

-

"Mama, look at the sky."

Ren Jia grinned brightly and pointed her tiny finger at the sky, which was filled with clouds and balloons. Jing Xue had bought her to watch a festival with her.

Jing Xue raised her still eyes toward the sky, accompanying Ren Jia to watch the floating balloons. The balloons were released to the sky by the disabled and vulnerable children from a charity organization to which Jing Xue had donated an immense amount.

Jing Xue was wearing a white face mask to cover her face and gold-rimmed glasses, with a blue cap on her head. She didn't want her presence to ruin her time with her daughter.

She had made sure all outsiders were barred from approaching her and Ren Jia with high level of security.

"They are flying high and becoming their most beautiful self," Jing Xue teased Ren Jia with a genuine smile, "Just my daughter one day."

Ren Jia giggled childishly and replied in her childish and crisp voice, "Mama is flattering and shows lots of love, unlike Papa."

"Mm?"

Jing Xue raised her eyebrow with interest, "What about your Papa?"

"He doesn't speak candy words."

Jing Xue's face darkened slightly, Ren Jia realized her poor choice of words and added innocently, "But I feel Papa loves me very much. He just doesn't speak a lot of it…"

"Good."

Jing Xue squatted down gracefully in her light blue jeans and patted her daughter's head gently, she told Ren Jia with a serious face.

"If Papa does bad things, tell Mama and Mama will bring justice."

As she said that, she clenched her fist against her chest inside her head and wouldn't hesitate to beat Ren Ye for mistreating their daughter. After all, she made many sacrifices for her and them.

Ren Jia honestly shook her small head repeatedly, "Papa never does bad things."

Jing Xue nodded her head and wondered if Ren Jia speaks of her the same way she speaks of Ren Ye.

As soon she was rubbing the dust off Ren Jia's dress, a small petite boy with a missing left arm due to genetic abnormality came over and approached them with a nervous expression.

In his right hand, he was nervously holding a white daisy with a shy smile on his face. He approached Ren Jia with anticipation as he raised the flower toward her.

Jing Xue was stunned as Ren Jia looked toward her Mama for advice, asking with her eyes if she should accept it or not.

Being a patron of the organization and a normal human being, Jing Xue wouldn't refuse a flower given by a child. But upon seeing Ren Jia receive one, she couldn't help but feel conflicted.

She was reminded of something that happened in the past and a nostalgic feeling welled up inside her heart, she stared at the nervous boy with doting eyes.

She nudged Ren Jia and permitted her to accept the flower, she wouldn't be mad as well if Ren Jia refused.

Ren Jia observed her Mama's gentle eyes with shiny big eyes, she turned her head to watch the boy's nervous expression. Ren Jia curled her lips into a cheery grin as she took the daisy flower from the boy's hand.

The boy's hand trembled after making contact with Ren Jia's hand as she took his flower.

"Thank you, brother."

She grinned happily as the boy returned her smile. He quickly ran off, to tell his mother of his brave deed today.

Jing Xue rubbed her daughter's ears with a doting and motherly gaze.

"Good girl."

I wonder how many suitors will there be once my daughter comes of age? As she thought of that, she felt a shrill go down her spine.

Ren Ye would likely invite all of them over and challenged them to fight him a death match…

"Mama, do you want a flower too? I want to find one and give Mama one."

Ren Jia scanned her surrounding with determined eyes to find her Mama a flower as well so her Mama doesn't feel sad she didn't receive any from boys.

After a while, she finally remembered her Mama won't accept any flowers unless they are from Papa…

Jing Xue chuckled amusingly, "As long as you can find and pick one, Mama will like them."

Jing Xue was a flower-loving girl as any girl would, therefore she wouldn't refuse a bouquet but only if they were given by the right people. After all, she had been charmed by a boy for the first time because of a simple flower the boy had given to her when they were younger.

What a shame, that the boy grew up without having any memories of their past.

"No, I will leave the job to Papa," Ren Jia replied cheekily as Jing Xue couldn't help herself from pinching her plump cheeks amusingly.

"Naughty like your Papa."

She remarked with an amused face as Ren Jia pouted her lips from the pain of her cheeks being pinched and pulled. It had been a hobby for her Papa and Mama to pinch her cheeks whenever she says something smart.

"Do you want ice cream?"

Ren Jia's eyes lit up as soon as she heard the word 'ice cream', she nodded her head like a baby chicken. Jing Xue chuckled after seeing her enthusiasm.

Ren Ye told her Ren Jia loves ice cream and drawing the most in the world. He told her he kept a collection of them in his lock but he refused to show them to her, much to her annoyance and anger.

He said they were gifts for him, him only.

Jing Xue hoped Ren Jia will be able to draw beautiful pictures and share them with her as well.