Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 821 - 401 My Daddy Is That Awesome?

Chapter 821: Chapter 401 My Daddy Is That Awesome?

In Yu Family Village.

Seeing that Jiang Shouzhong had been delayed in returning, Pang was beside herself with worry, pacing like an ant on a hot pan.

She dared not step out of her home, clutching her son Hu tightly, stealing anxious glances through the crack of the door now and then, her expression laden with unease.

At that moment, a faint sound broke the silence within the house.

The sound came from the house next door.

Startled, Pang froze, straining her ears to listen closely, and then a flicker of delight sparkled in her eyes: "Could Brother Jiang’s daughter be awake?"

She hurriedly grabbed Hu’s little hand and rushed to the neighboring house.

Upon entering the room, she saw the "little girl," who resembled a little immortal, sitting dazedly on the bed, her cheeks tinged with the rosy flush of someone newly awakened.

Yet, the little girl appeared somewhat lost.

"Child, you’re awake?"

Pang beamed with surprise and joy, taking swift steps toward her, her eyes brimming with concern.

Little Jiang Yi blinked her large, crystal grape-like eyes, her long lashes trembling slightly, her gaze filled with innocence and confusion: "Who are you?"

Pang had Hu fetch a bowl of water while she herself sat at the bedside, her gaze tender as she spoke softly:

"Child, don’t be afraid. I’m a villager here in Yu Family Village. My surname is Pang, and you can call me Aunt Pang. It was by chance I rescued you and your father when I went up the mountain."

"Father?"

Little Jiang Yi seemed hit by the weight of this word, freezing entirely, her large eyes brimming with doubt.

Just then, Hu came running in with a water bowl.

His face was lit with delight, his bright eyes gleaming as he addressed Little Jiang Yi: "Sister, your father is amazing! He can chase off so many bad guys, way more than my dad. Sister, is your father one of those legendary Jianghu masters?"

"I... I don’t know."

Little Jiang Yi replied hesitantly, and suddenly she felt her brain seize with a sharp, needle-like pain, waves of it crashing over her.

Through her daze, fragmented memories surged in her mind like flashes of a carousel. She desperately tried to grasp these snippets but found herself unable to recall anything clearly.

"Child, what is your name?" Pang asked curiously.

"I am called... I am called..."

Little Jiang Yi furrowed her brows deeply, pressing a hand against her head in deep thought.

Seeing her prolonged silence, Hu scratched his head, his face filled with confusion: "Sister, could it be that you don’t even remember your name?"

Hearing this, Pang frowned slightly, the concern in her eyes deep as she murmured: "Could her earlier injury have caused memory loss?"

Hu exclaimed "Oh!" widening his eyes as he stared at the delicate, doll-like girl before him. His curiosity prompted him to ask: "Sister, does this mean you’ve forgotten your father too?"

Little Jiang Yi’s gaze clouded with bewilderment.

She opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

Because she truly remembered nothing; her mind was enveloped in a haze, shrouding all her memories within.

After hesitating, she ventured timidly: "Um... my father’s name is...?"

Pang looked at Little Jiang Yi and replied, "His surname is Jiang; as for the rest, we don’t actually know."

At those words, Pang couldn’t help but ponder deeply, a trace of suspicion flickering in her eyes.

She scrutinized Little Jiang Yi closely, speculating internally: Is this girl really Brother Jiang’s daughter? Look at her features—they don’t quite resemble his.

"Jiang?"

Little Jiang Yi murmured softly, her words just barely escaping her lips, and again sharp pain pierced her mind.

In the foggy realm of her consciousness, she seemed to faintly hear vague cries calling "Jiang Yi" over and over.

It seemed this triggered something in her, leading her to hazily recall her name.

"I... I think I remember. I seem to have the surname Jiang."

Little Jiang Yi said.

Upon hearing this, Hu immediately broke into a wide grin: "Your father’s surname is Jiang, so yours must be Jiang too!"

Pang noticed the girl’s realization of her surname and felt her initial hint of suspicion gradually dissipate.

She reached out, gently stroking Little Jiang Yi’s head, speaking softly:

"It’s okay, child. If you can’t remember now, it doesn’t matter. Your body is still weak. Rest well for a while, and perhaps everything will come back to you.

Your father just saved us. He’s gone after those soldiers now, but he’ll return very soon, so don’t worry."

"Little Jiang, when your father gets back, could you ask him to take me as his disciple?"

Hu looked at Little Jiang Yi with eager eyes, his gaze filled with pleading.

Little Jiang Yi’s bright, gem-like eyes sparkled with curiosity, her head tilted slightly: "Is my father really powerful?"

"Oh, extremely powerful!"

Hu suddenly burst with excitement, like an energetic little monkey, jumping up and swinging his fists through the air.

"You didn’t see it, Little Jiang Yi! Your father is just like the Great Heroes from the stories. Those soldiers seemed like mere ants before him.

His fists and kicks were so fast, those soldiers couldn’t even react before they were knocked over, scattering like fallen leaves.

In all my years, I’ve never seen anyone so amazing! Your father must be the top master under the heavens; anyone who dares to fight him is bound to lose for sure!"

Saying this, Hu kicked forcefully, only to lose his balance and fall to the ground, crying out in pain.

Little Jiang Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Watching Hu’s expression of worship and hearing his vivid descriptions, a peculiar sense of pride bubbled up in her heart.