Ning Qing laid out a yoga mat on the balcony, closed her eyes, and sat in meditation. Since she couldn't cultivate in this world without spiritual energy, she could only use breathing exercises to expel the turbid energy from her body. It wasn't very effective, but she couldn't change her habit of meditation that she had developed over thousands of years.

Su Xia didn't know why Mr. Ning was so kind to him, but the best way to repay him was to study hard and serve Mr. Ning in the future.

In the dimly lit living room, only a single orange lamp was on. Passing by the balcony, I saw Mr. Ning dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat with his eyes closed. The pale moonlight bathed Mr. Ning, making his handsome face even more indistinct under the moonlight, giving the illusion that he was an immortal about to ride the wind and return to heaven.

Su Xia's heart skipped a beat. She quickly ran over and grabbed Ning Qing's hand, which was resting on his thigh, murmuring, "Sir, don't go, don't go."

Ning Qing was suddenly grabbed. She opened her eyes and saw that the little one was holding her hand tightly, muttering something too soft to hear.

Su Xia saw Ning Qing open his eyes, his bright eyes staring at him with a puzzled look.

Su Xia didn't know what had happened to her just now. She was so afraid that Mr. Ning would leave her. Now, under Mr. Ning's gaze, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed across her cheeks, and a blush rose to the tips of her ears.

Su Xia didn't dare to meet Ning Qing's gaze, and left with a quick "Mr. Ning, I'm going to study," before dashing away.

Ning Qing, still looking bewildered, continued to meditate with her eyes closed.

Back in her study, Su Xia closed the door and leaned against it, slightly out of breath, her heart pounding. She covered her forehead with her hand, annoyed at her own loss of composure.

After calming down, I returned to my desk and continued working on my problems.

Nothing happened that night. The moon quietly disappeared without anyone noticing, and the sun slowly opened its eyes on the horizon.

When the sun was high in the sky, Ning Qing opened her eyes, and was momentarily confused before seeing the strong light shining in through the window.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no! I haven't made breakfast for my little one yet!"

After washing up, I went to the dining room and saw a note left by my son on the table.

Mr. Ning, breakfast is ready and in the pot. You can heat it up and eat it. I'll cook dinner for you when you get home from school. You can just order takeout for lunch.

Ning Qing clicked her tongue twice and said to the system.

"System, look how filial my son is! He has warmed the heart of this old father."

The smile at the corner of your mouth shouldn't be too ostentatious.

"Yes, the target of the mission is a filial and good child."

The system unknowingly became a fan of the father-son relationship.

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Days passed by unnoticed, and two months went by in the blink of an eye.

Ning Qing remained as idle as ever, spending her days leisurely surfing the internet.

That morning, Ning Qing got up very early, which was unusual for her.

When he finished dressing and washing up, he saw that the dining table was full of all kinds of breakfast.

Ning Qing watched Su Xia, who was wearing an apron and busily setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

He asked in surprise.

"What time did you get up? You made so much breakfast."

Upon hearing this, Su Xia looked up at Ning Qing and smiled.

"Mr. Ning, you're up! Come and have breakfast."

After the two people sat down.

Su Xia used serving chopsticks to help Ning Qing serve the food.

"Mr. Ning, please try this. It's a new dish I've learned. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Ning Qing picked up a piece of food from her bowl and took a bite.

"Mmm, it tastes very good."

A satisfied smile appeared on Su Xia's face.

"I'm glad Mr. Ning is happy."