Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 3 - Handsome Daddy

"Xiao Li, go wait for me on the mule cart outside.

Feng Bailing sidestepped to avoid a swing of the club, she had long suspected Xia Zhu was problematic. Back when she was driven out of Feng Mansion, Chun Liu followed her until she was tragically killed in the streets, but Xia Zhu had been silent all along.

Looking back now, she had no doubt turned her back on her mistress for personal gain.

Lady Che was tall and big, swishing the club through the air with such force that it was clear she was a trained fighter. With her own injuries still unhealed, and Xiao Li in tow, she was no match for her.

Feng Xiaoli was pushed by her a dozen steps away; Xia Zhu caught up and tried to grab her.

Just as one stick was dodged, another came right at her; Feng Bailing ducked and aimed a kick at the coachman's lower abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain. She swiftly stepped forward and elbowed the man right in the eye socket.

The coachman never expected that the delicate-looking young lady from the Princess' Mansion would be more ferocious than any bandit, striking with lethal force at every turn.

With another blow, the coachman fell to the ground with a thud.

Feng Bailing searched the coachman's body, donned his tattered jacket, and hurriedly went to find Xiao Li.

'You little bastard, stop running!'

Xia Zhu was hot on the heels of Feng Xiaoli. Feng Xiaoli, being short and having little legs, was easy to catch.

The footsteps behind her grew increasingly closer; Feng Xiaoli, bundled up in thick clothes, was running out of breath and pouted her lips, muttering something at Xia Zhu.

As Xia Zhu was about to catch up, she slipped and fell flat on her face with a thud, her mouth smashing into a piece of ice, scattering both teeth and blood.

With her face covered in blood, Xia Zhu struggled to get up, clutching her mouth.

'You little bastard, I'll skin you alive.'

Feng Xiaoli kept running forward, with only one thought in mind, not to let the bad woman catch her.

The blizzard was heavy, and soon, the visibility was completely obscured by the snowstorm.

Near the official road, a chestnut horse was galloping fast, and some hundreds of meters away, over a dozen black horses were in relentless pursuit.

Amidst the encroaching snowstorm, suddenly, a small figure darted out.

The man on horseback squinted, tightening his grip on the reins.

Feng Xiaoli looked back to see a big horse about to trample her.

She measured the length of the horse's legs against her own short ones, pursed her lips, curled into a ball, and whispered something.

The horse let out a long neigh; just about to set hoof down, it seemed to be struck a heavy blow, and tumbled down into the snowy ground.

The man's left leg hit the ground with a piercing pain; frowning deeply, he didn't check his wounds as he realized a 'short and stout' figure had latched onto his right leg.

A little thing with two small pigtails, a red, flushed face, and short arms and legs, now staring with round, glossy eyes, hanging onto his right leg without letting go.

So cute!

Looking up at a 180-degree angle, stars shimmered in Feng Xiaoli's eyes.

His nose was good-looking, high and proud.

His eyebrows were good-looking, thick and full.

His mouth was good-looking, neither thin nor too thick.

His eyes were the best-looking of all.

One was blue, the other glittering gold, like delicious candy!

'Daddy!'

Feng Xiaoli was so excited that she smeared her snot all over the man's pant leg.

The man's handsome face stiffened, behind him, the sound of approaching horse hooves drawing closer...

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The mule cart was nowhere to be seen, and in the air there was a faint scent of blood; Feng Bailing's expression darkened.

She followed the scent and found several male bodies lying in disarray across the snow.

Each body was severed from head to tail, the assailant's technique was seasoned and fierce; whatever weapon was used had ripped open their throats with a single move.

Feng Bailing's heart sank.

Feng Xiaoli's soft calling sound came from not too far away.

Feng Bailing's heart warmed, and she turned around to see, through wind and snow, a man in black leaning against a horse's carcass.

The horse carcass had already frozen stiff. The man had his eyes closed, and Feng Xiaoli honestly clung to his calf.

She quickly stepped forward and held Feng Xiaoli in her arms.

The little one obviously didn't yet grasp what had happened, her large, shiny eyes blinking as she spoke in a tender, milky voice.

"Daddy, hurts."

Feng Xiaoli had finally found her daddy, but daddy was in a bad mood, sternly telling her to cling tightly to his calf, not to lower her head, and not to talk. He was flitting about, and Xiao Li felt so dizzy.

Feng Bailing frowned; the man had killed more than a dozen people, his body filled with a fierce aura; he was a ruthless character!

The man's head hung low, his complexion flushed red, and his breathing somewhat hurried; his right hand held a horsewhip while his left sleeve was stained with blood that had already frozen along with ice. One leg was intact, but the other was thrust into the cold snow, already blackened.

Clean the wound, disinfect, antibiotics... It was almost at first glance that Feng Bailing made her diagnosis, but regrettably, since her rebirth, her seventh sense had been exhausted, and the multi-functional first-aid kit she carried was gone.

As soon as the man caught the scent of another person, his murderous intent exploded, and he abruptly looked up.

On his wheat-colored face, one eye as blue as the vast sea, the other as dark as the night; his long hair from the fight was draped over his neck, wet and trailing sensuously onto his collarbone.

A handsome face with an untamed wildness, almost a demonic allure.

It was him!

In the chilly wind, the man who had covered her with a warm large cloak, her great benefactor.

But what shocked Feng Bailing even more was that the instant the man raised his eyes, her dormant seventh sense within—as if suddenly plucked guitar strings—vibrated, and the scenery before her eyes drastically changed.

Behind the man, a Nine-clawed Purple-gold Dragon coiled in mid-air, its body entrapped with layers of golden shackles, the Purple Gold Dragon's aura hazy, surrounded with thousands of feet of radiant golden light that hurt the eyes.

Realizing someone could peer into himself, the Purple Gold Dragon looked at Feng Bailing disdainfully.

Child of Aura, Emperor's Treasure!

Enveloped in this purple light, Feng Bailing felt her spirits lift and her seventh sense grow stronger. Her heart raced, she closed her eyes, and upon opening them, she felt inside her sleeve, where there now was a first-aid kit.

The man also saw Feng Bailing clearly—a woman with an ugly face.

Full of bumps and lumps, wearing an ill-fitting grey man's jacket, the only remarkable feature was her eyes, which didn't quite match her ugliness—a pair of limpid autumnal eyes, faced with the current circumstances, utterly calm, clear, and undisturbed.

The small, chubby figure held in her arms must be a relative of the child.

"Scram."

He growled lowly, other than Yan'er, the approach of any woman disgusted him, the figures in front of him gradually blurring until, with a groan, he eventually collapsed into the snow due to exhaustion.

Feng Xiaoli hurriedly jumped down from Feng Bailing's embrace and ran to the man's side, her little face so wrinkled it resembled a steamed bun.

"Daddy."

"Who said he's your daddy?"

Feng Bailing rubbed her temples with a headache, recalling that in her first life, it was only after her engagement was broken that she found out the Seventh Prince was not Feng Xiaoli's father at all; it was a street porter whom she had spent a debauched night with, drunk, due to a scheme by him and Feng Xiangxue.

Who Feng Xiaoli's real father was, Feng Bailing did not know, he might have been erased long ago, and grass could have grown over his grave.

"He's the most handsome, daddy!"

After Feng Xiaoli learned to speak, she loved to ask who her daddy was.

Why did Xiao Pang from next door at the Other Manor have a daddy, and Xiao Pang's daddy also had a daddy, and the little pig raised by Xiao Pang's family also had a daddy, and the little chicken raised by Xiao Pang's family, too, only she did not?

At that time, Feng Bailing was still infatuated with the Seventh Prince and casually replied that the most handsome man she met would be her daddy (the Seventh Prince).

Prophetic words, the little one took them to heart—and truth be told, this man indeed looked better than the Seventh Prince.

Feng Xiaoli looked at Feng Bailing full of anticipation.

The man's cold eyes glared at Feng Bailing, a gaze that could freeze a person to death.

This pair, big and small... Feng Bailing could only walk to one side and opened up the first-aid kit.