"I wasn't planning on taking it in anyway," Xia Ning muttered.

Xia's father, covered in sweat, went to take a shower.

Xia Ning quickly tattled on him.

Xia Ning glanced at the time—8:21—and craned her neck to shout to her mother, "My dad takes a shower in less than three minutes, can you believe it!"

Ms. Ji didn't even lift her eyelids: "It wouldn't take me three minutes to slap you."

Xia Ning turned to look at her father in disbelief: "My biological mother?"

Ms. Ji: What do you think?

Xia Ning sighed, "As expected, having a biological father means having a biological mother."

Ms. Ji: "..."

Ms. Ji: "What kind of nonsense literature is this? No wonder your novels are so bad."

If Xia Ning hadn't been certain that her appearance combined the best features of both her parents, she would almost have suspected that she was adopted!

Xia Ning sighed: "Just tell me your complaints, and I'll try my best to change."

Ms. Ji: "Then I might as well put you back in my belly, it would be easier."

Xia Ning accused him with her eyes.

Ms. Ji admired her palm lines: "Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Xia Ning immediately backed down: "I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think about it."

Finally, Xia Ning took her younger sister out for a walk and continued her shopping spree.

In just one week of hectic work, the new home was completely transformed.

The earthquake that will open the gates of doomsday is also imminent.

In the last few peaceful days, everything that needed to be prepared was done. When Ms. Ji felt restless, she tidied up the room. Then, when she wiped down the huge dressing table, she looked in the mirror and saw that she looked much younger, prettier, and had a smooth face that resembled her own by about 70%.

She suddenly had an idea.

Who says that being transported to another world means suffering? Now that she's here, why not enjoy the present?

So, when Xia's father came home that evening, he closed the door and looked up to see a beautiful woman who was dressed fashionably, had exquisite makeup, and a graceful figure.

Xia Ning nudged her dad and stole a glance, as if witnessing her mother's fleeting youth.

Because Xia's mother got married and had children early, she was 10 years younger when she transmigrated. In addition, the original owner paid attention to skincare, so she didn't look like the mother of an 18-year-old girl at all.

Xia Ning's mother, Ms. Ji, was born into a family that favored sons over daughters. As a child, she had to take care of her younger sister and couldn't get any good things. Later, she was eager to be independent and worked desperately. Then she met Xia Ning's father and had another child. She was always busy until Xia Ning went to university, when she finally had time for herself. But by then, she was no longer young.

Xia's father paused for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

Ms. Ji scoffed, "Look at you, so clueless."

It felt as if time had suddenly turned back 30 years.

A clueless young man, new to the city, was being targeted by pickpockets without even realizing it. A plain-looking girl scolded the sneaky man away with a sharp rebuke, then turned around and laughed at him, saying, "Look at you, so clueless."

Xia Ning glanced at her parents' expressions, clicked her tongue twice, and covered her younger sister's eyes.

"Not suitable for children. Not suitable for children."

Xia Ning shifted her position closer to her dad and whispered in his ear, "Dad, don't you think Mom's getting more and more dramatic?"

Xia's father: "Your mother is getting younger and more beautiful as she gets older."

Ms. Ji gave him a reproachful look: "You smooth talker."

Xia Ning couldn't take it anymore: "Physical attacks are one thing, but why are there magical attacks too?"

When Ms. Ji heard her daughter's teasing, she was not embarrassed at all. Instead, she put on an act for Mr. Xia: "The child is just being silly, don't mind her."

Mr. Xia smiled and said, "I don't mind. My family also has a little burden."

"Hehe, what a coincidence."

"..."

Xia Ning couldn't stand it anymore; she got goosebumps all over. It proved that you shouldn't eavesdrop on your parents' activities.

She decisively picked up the little burden and went for a walk, and off she went.

Xia Ning lovingly stroked her younger sister's unusually large head after the haircut, her eyes filled with compassion: "Enjoy the moment, who knows, one day you might become one of the middle children."

Sister: Woof!

*

The earthquake in the book occurred around 7 p.m. Xia Ning's family packed their bags and took their tents with them in the morning and drove to the nature park.

Mr. Xia embraced the two most important women in his life, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's go."

They drove to a park not far from their neighborhood. Because it was still early, the large park was quiet.

After choosing a spot, Xia Ning quickly set up the tent on the lawn. The temperature today was 38 degrees Celsius, and they were already panting and sweating profusely after working for only a short while.

Xia Ning sprawled out on the tent mat, panting heavily, and said, "No, I still lack exercise."

Despite their conscious daily exercise routine since they arrived, they haven't seen much progress after a week. Only the younger sister is running around energetically, sniffing her father, then Ms. Ji, and chasing her own tail in circles.

Ms. Ji sat in the tent for a while, but couldn't calm down, so she said to her daughter, "Find the novel again and let me see if I've missed any details."

Xia Ning naturally agreed. She reached into her backpack, actually taking out her laptop from her spatial storage.

This is a family agreement: regardless of whether there are outsiders present, she cannot directly conjure things from her space. There is no way to do anything that is too large, but she must develop good habits when using these small items.

Xia Ning handed the tablet to her mother, opened the novel called "Disaster City," and said, "You can read it slowly. I'm going to go and inspect the empire I've conquered."

Ms. Ji ignored it all; otherwise, she'd be constantly fuming. What could she do about her own daughter? She just had to endure it.

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