Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 437: How Could It Be Him!

Chapter 437: Chapter 437: How Could It Be Him!

The next morning, at dawn.

After waking up, Lu Nuonuo first had breakfast with her two older brothers.

Once they left for lessons with other teachers, she promptly dragged her children’s version of a snack-shopping cart to find Cheng Cang, adhering meticulously to her schedule.

"Uncle Cheng, we’re going to feed fishy now——"

In a few days, Cheng Cang would be leaving.

During this time, he needed to confirm whether the juvenile merman’s violent tendencies would appear unpredictably and had taken on the responsibility of feeding him.

Just as he received the day’s batch of sashimi from the bodyguards, a sweet, adorable voice came from behind.

The pink children’s shopping cart was a toy that Fu Junhang had bought for her when he was around.

In addition, he had chosen an empty room in the main house and designed a children’s supermarket for Little Dumpling—all tailored to her height. He had turned a real-life version of playing house into something magical.

At the time when Cheng Cang had heard about Fu Junhang doing all this, he thought the man was being excessive.

If the child were to like airplanes or rockets in the future, would he then go and build a miniature aviation bureau at home?

But Fu Junhang’s retort came swiftly: "Why not? It’s not hard."

Back then, Cheng Cang had scoffed. Now, he felt he should contribute something as well. With a child so adorable, a single children’s supermarket just wasn’t enough.

Conveniently, he had recently purchased a plot of land in Fuxian—why not design it as a children’s playground for her?

Fuxian didn’t have a playground.

The nearest one was in Yun City, but its themes and facilities were far too ordinary.

He picked up Lu Nuonuo in one arm, weighed her lightly, and said with a smile, "Nuonuo, what kind of playground do you like? Uncle Cheng will build one for you, okay?"

Nearby, his subordinate could not suppress their twitching lips: Their boss’s voice sounded so "high-pitched and squeaky"!

Lu Nuonuo thought for a moment.

She tilted her head, then smiled brightly at Cheng Cang and said, "For fishy!"

"An aquarium?"

Cheng Cang thought about it and figured it wasn’t impossible.

If, in the end, the juvenile merman’s experiment to transform from fish to human failed, he could always work to earn a living by preparing sashimi.

Inside the house, the juvenile merman started sneezing repeatedly.

Little did he know that his future "career" path had already been decided in the conversation between Cheng Cang and Lu Nuonuo.

The water in the pool adopted an advanced automated water purification technology.

Fuxian was more than two hours’ drive from the nearest sea, and transporting seawater daily was too cumbersome. This technological circulating system ensured the water’s quality and temperature.

Going forward, the pool water only needed to be replaced once a month.

Cheng Cang pushed the cart loaded with sashimi right to the edge of the pool. Compared to the sashimi humans ate, the merman’s portions were cut noticeably thicker.

Previously, he used to simply grab the sashimi by hand or spear it with his sharp claws—quick and convenient.

But now, seeing Little Dumpling peeking her head out from behind Cheng Cang, her gaze friendly yet innocent, and recalling her mother’s words of caution, the juvenile merman asked Cheng Cang for a fork.

Juvenile Merman: I can’t set a bad example for the child.

Cheng Cang wasn’t aware of his thoughts and was instead baffled by his sudden request for utensils.

"How strange. You used to eat sashimi piece by piece so swiftly, and now you want to pick up knives and forks? Planning to relive human dining etiquette?"

"Ha ha ha." Mind your own business!

Seeing him flash his sharp tiger-like teeth, Cheng Cang sighed and said, "Fine, fine. I’ll have someone get it for you now."

Ten minutes later.

Lu Nuonuo watched the juvenile merman, who seemed unused to or somewhat inconvenienced by knives and forks, struggling to eat sashimi. Each time he managed to eat a bite, she clapped for him from behind.

"Wow! Fishy, you’re amazing!"

His brilliant tail—like an endearing, puppy-like fish tail—wagged lightly in response to the praise.

He controlled his strength, trying not to let the water droplets from his tail splash onto the child. He visibly brightened, his mood much cheerier.

Following Cheng Cang’s instructions, Lu Nuonuo didn’t move too close to the pool.

Even if the juvenile merman didn’t abruptly shift into a violent frenzy, the poolside temperature was colder than the surroundings, and it wouldn’t do for the child to catch a chill.

Little Dumpling pushed her pink children’s shopping cart, rummaging through it.

"Fishy, do you want chocolate? It’s sweet and yummy～"

The juvenile merman shook his head.

Nuonuo rummaged some more and took out a packet of popping candy, asking again, "Then how about popping candy? It makes your tongue go crackle pop—it’s super fun——"

The juvenile merman looked at her hand, his headshake this time slightly hesitant.

"How about spicy strips?"

"Can you eat lollipops?"

"What about jelly?"

Little Dumpling’s enthusiastic showcase was undeniably adorable.

Unbeknownst to himself, Cheng Cang’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Later, the juvenile merman began taking on babysitting duties. Lu Nuonuo threw her favorite snacks to him, only for some to fly straight into the middle of the pool due to her overly strong toss.

The juvenile merman leaped forward to catch it, his landing splash rivaling that of a diving champion.

Lu Nuonuo truly adored this juvenile merman.

Although she couldn’t quite understand why his upper body was human while his lower half was a fish tail, it didn’t dampen her fondness for him.

"Wow! Fishy is so awesome!"

"Fishy, I’ll come see you again tomorrow, okay? I’ll bring my favorite milk powder for you—it’s delicious and smells great!"

The juvenile merman glanced at the sashimi by his side, realizing none of it was suitable to share with the child. He had already given away fish scales and had nothing left to offer.

He bowed his head in slight dejection.

When Cheng Cang wasn’t looking, Lu Nuonuo dashed over and grabbed his webbed hand, cheerfully saying, "Pinky promise—don’t break it."

She quickly ran back to Cheng Cang and tilted her head up to plead, "Uncle Cheng, can you bring me to feed fishy again tomorrow, please?"

Faced with her deeply trusting gaze, Cheng Cang couldn’t bring himself to say no.

"Fine, but you can’t do anything so dangerous again—what if you fall into the water and catch a cold?"

He finished speaking and glanced back at the juvenile merman.

When it came to matters involving Lu Nuonuo, people easily began assuming a parental role.

Internally, Cheng Cang mused: No, I need to have a shirt prepared for this little merman. What kind of example is it for a child when he doesn’t wear clothes?

Lu Nuonuo nodded obediently: "Nuonuo understands～"

He carried her out of the lab quickly, all the while wondering where Lu Xining had been since this morning. She hadn’t shown up, and her whereabouts remained mysterious!

Unlike the cheerful laughter inside the lab, Ji Muye was far from enjoying himself elsewhere.

He had just uncovered hidden secrets and evidence beneath Xi Juan’s seemingly righteous exterior.

Who would have thought Xi Juan would build a secret base in such a desolate place?

In the dense, untouched forest lay dangers beyond just the unrelenting assassins pursuing him.

Snakes, and other hidden beasts of the wild, posed additional threats within the forest.

Ji Muye and Ma Sai had split into two groups, trying their best to get the collected evidence out.

Ji Muye’s abdomen, which had just healed from injury, now bore fresh wounds. But at this moment, he had no time to focus on the pain—shaking off those chasing him was his top priority.

The sky grew dimmer and nightfall approached.

With darkness looming, human threats became overshadowed by the lethal dangers of nocturnal predators.

Just as he managed to find a spot to hide, he heard the sound of footsteps drawing nearer.

Ji Muye’s heart clenched as his grip on his weapon tightened.

When he finally saw the source of the sound, his pupils shrank slightly in shock: ... How could it be him!