LOT -Chapter 309 The Only Chance to Reverse the Heavenly Order

Seeing her father getting closer and closer, Lin Mo originally wanted to blow bubbles to act cute, but unexpectedly, she lost control for a moment and spat out some drool.

Lin Shangshu, inexplicably sprayed in the face: …

Calm, calm, he thought, I’ve gotten used to this by now.

With practiced hands, Lin Shangshu pulled a handkerchief from his chest and wiped the drool off his face. The fluidity of the motion was so natural it almost made one feel for him.

Lin Mo opened her big eyes and giggled mischievously. She really couldn’t be blamed—her body, as a small child, simply wasn’t under her control.

“You know, you just spit at me all the time. But I’ve never seen you spit at your mother. Are you showing favoritism? I think you deserve a good scolding!”

Lin Shangshu gently patted Lin Mo’s bottom. Tsk, he had to admit, the little girl’s bottom felt really nice—the flesh trembled slightly with each pat.

Feeling this perfect texture, Lin Shangshu couldn’t help playing around a little. Lin Mo: …

Do adults always like to play with babies’ bottoms? Back in modern times, she had often heard people say that babies’ bottoms were fun to touch, though she never had the chance to try it.

Now she understood: her father, though he looked very proper, was absolutely not a rigid old-fashioned man.

At home and outside were completely different, and in front of others versus in front of her mother, he had two entirely different faces.

Just as Lin Shangshu was getting carried away, Lin Mo’s expression suddenly changed.

Oh no, oh no! I need to poop!

Seeing her little face scrunch up, Lin Shangshu felt a bad premonition rising in his chest.

The next second, feeling the wetness in his hands, Lin Shangshu let out a frustrated roar, “Lin Mo! You pooped on me again!”

Outside, Lin’s wife was playing with the other children but didn’t even raise her head upon hearing this. She calmly had a servant bring some water inside.

Ji Qianhua, curious, peeked inside, but unfortunately couldn’t see anything.

Lin’s wife smiled and explained, “Your little sister is a bit mischievous and has upset your uncle again, but it’s nothing serious.”

It couldn’t be helped—children simply can’t control their bodily functions.

The more someone holds a child, the more “watering” happens naturally. As long as Lin Shangshu was at home, there was always a little baby clinging to him. Aside from solving personal needs, Lin Mo practically never left his side.

When Lin Shangshu wasn’t around, Lin Mo was more considerate—if her mother held her even briefly, she would climb down immediately, afraid of troubling her mother.

She was somewhat aware of her own weight. To her father, it wasn’t much—after all, he was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with muscles all over.

Lin Mo didn’t understand why her father, a seemingly civil official, was so muscular—hard in all the right places, yet surprisingly comfortable to touch.

Her weight was nothing to her father, but for her mother—a delicate, soft beauty—it was heavy.

(Lin Shangshu: Hmph, that’s favoritism!)

Lin Shangshu changed Lin Mo’s clothes while muttering, “I know you understand me. Look, how many times has this happened already?”

Lin Mo: “Blub blub blub!”

With a shameless grin, she blew bubbles again. She wanted to control herself, but simply couldn’t.

When she was just born, she was shy about baths and potty needs, but after a few months, she had completely gotten used to it.

She was just a baby, and being bathed by others, especially her own parents and close maids, was completely normal.

Lin Shangshu said, “Still blowing bubbles? You have so much drool every day! The front of every shirt I wear is covered in it.”

Several of his clothes had already been ruined by the little girl, and some fabrics were impossible to clean completely.

So now, at home, he only wore ordinary fabrics. Occasionally, when he went out with colleagues, they wondered what had happened at his home.

Lin Shangshu came from a good family—handsome, high-born, only son of a distinguished household. Since childhood, he had lived in luxury.

After becoming an official, his status was even more prominent. While his everyday clothing wasn’t flashy, it was always high-quality.

But in these past months, his wardrobe had been completely replaced with ordinary cloth.

There was no choice—even if the family was wealthy, they couldn’t waste clothes. The more expensive the fabric, the harder it was to maintain. Only when the little one stopped drooling could he return to finer clothing.

It was awkward when others misunderstood and thought his family was in hardship. Colleagues often invited him out to meals, and he felt embarrassed.

His relations with court officials were neither bad nor close. Childhood friends were slightly better, but not very intimate.

Lin Shangshu was grateful to those who invited him to meals—even if his family wasn’t truly in decline, their goodwill mattered.

After six months, Lin Mo changed a lot. She could say one or two words, but her mischievous traits were also becoming more obvious.

“Ha! Hit you!”

The first words she learned weren’t “dad” or “mom,” but “hit you.”

When she first said it, everyone was shocked, thinking they had misheard.

Lin’s wife, exasperated, lightly punched her husband, “You always threaten to hit her, and now look—her first words are ‘hit you.’”

Lin Shangshu always said when educating Lin Mo: “If it weren’t for your age, I would hit you myself.”

He scratched his nose awkwardly—this child’s learning ability was too strong.

“Dad, say Dad,” Lin Shangshu mused at bedtime, puzzled why the little girl’s first words weren’t “Dad.”

“Dad,” he repeated patiently.

Lin Mo: “Eh!”

Lin Mo’s parents: …

This little rascal is doing it on purpose!

Indeed, Lin Mo was deliberate. This was her only chance in her life to take advantage of the situation—later, she would no longer have a chance to “reverse the heavenly order.”

Lin’s wife tentatively called softly, “Mama.”

“Eh!” Lin Mo laughed even more joyfully.

The couple’s fists clenched—they were certain this little rascal was doing it on purpose! Not even a year old, and all her little schemes were devoted to mischief.

That night, Lin Mo cried miserably, her bottom red from spanking, but she had no regrets.