Yes, We Have a Daughter

Federation General Chen Zhijiao and the eldest son of the Si family, exiled to an alien planet, are notorious enemies.

As an Alpha and an Omega, they embody the very definition of being at each other's throats.

Chen Zhijiao resents Si Rong for cutting short her hard-won vacation.

Si Rong despises Chen Zhijiao's frivolity and cruelty.

They spent years at loggerheads, until an accident erased their past.

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Years later, they meet again, not on a battlefield where a stray sword could kill them, nor at a treacherous negotiating table,

but in the teachers' office of Tangerine Kindergarten.

Chen Zhijiao, looking disheveled after work, crouches to ask a child if she wants a little cake.

She looks up,

and meets the eyes of her equally travel-worn nemesis.

The exquisitely pretty little girl sitting on the sofa is his daughter.

·

When they meet again, they exchange awkward pleasantries.

The second time, Chen Zhijiao corners him and kisses him.

When it comes to kissing, once leads to twice, and twice to three times.

Chen Zhijiao (wiping her mouth): Well, we kissed. We might as well date, too.

Si Rong: I need to drop a hint. The child is yours.

#Unfortunately, these two have never been on the same wavelength#

[An over-the-top Alpha space general who abandoned her husband and daughter x An Omega young master who was toyed with, left alone to raise their child, and suffered through poverty]

[Reading Guide]

1. Female Alpha, male Omega, boy-girl romance, male pregnancy. The heroine doesn't carry a thermos.

2. My own take on ABO, with countless personal settings.

3. The writing is all vibes, so please excuse the lack of logic.

The new book next door, Sister-in-Law Mode Goes into Overdrive, is now available. Enjoy~

Blurb:

When Mi Shanyao was young and foolish, she once seriously pursued a celebrity.

She was lovesick over him, went crazy for him, and banged her head against a wall for him.

She left jaw-dropping fan comments on social media, making passersby gape in disbelief.

She spent a fortune on offline fan events, creating an enduring legend as the ultimate rich fan.

She was Mi Shanyao, online handle Peanuts Cooked into Rice, the last rich young lady in her social circle who had never privately contacted her idol!

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Then one day, Mi Shanyao was stabbed in the back by the very star she adored.

Her innocent boy-next-door had been exposed through an endless stream of flirtatious chats, so long that you couldn't see the end even if you rubbed sparks from your fingers. Photos of him dancing at bars and in bed came out together, while his secret girlfriend of three years flipped the fan-site photographer the bird. A ten-carat diamond ring flashed on her pale finger

Mi Shanyao, the rich fan of the fandom, became a laughingstock and was publicly roasted on the hot-search list for three whole days.

After eighteen years adrift in a sea of suffering, Mi Shanyao finally saw the light. She fired off dozens of posts on Weibo, ending with a bloodcurdling declaration:

"Don't trust male idols!

I'll say it again: don't trust male idols!

One more time: don't trust male idols!"

·

The day she swore she'd never spend money on a man again, she woke in the middle of the night to hear terrible news.

"Hello, Host. The Sister-in-Law System is at your service!"

The thing calling itself a System pulled a nonsensical post from her countless Weibo posts

[Hehe, you used fans' hard-earned money to buy a gorgeous diamond ring for your sister-in-law. Lzz, are you even human? This is what I get for falling for an illiterate, brainless man! I can't even be bothered to roast my sister-in-law. Just wait until I become a sister-in-law myself. I'll casually show off my diamond ring and flip off the fans, too!]

System 021: "Your chance to make that dream come true has arrived!"

Mi Shanyao: If I'd known the System couldn't understand sarcasm, I'd have wished to become a school principal, become president of Country X, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Theme: Care for the little ones and strive to be a model family.