Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH119

Chapter 119

In the Genius Baby: Three and a Half Years Old zone—

At that moment, a chime echoed in everyone’s minds:

[Ding! Host [Jian Yunlan] has successfully cleared your world. This livestream’s timeline will now overwrite your world’s ‘true timeline.’ Processing…]

Then, time stopped.

A second before, the black-clad men had been clinking beer bottles, frothy bubbles and amber droplets suspended mid-air.

Huo Ye had been mid-argument with Mu Mingqiu, faces flushed, his mouth frozen wide open.

Auntie Wang had been bending to pick up fallen trash, her hand outstretched.

The entire world resembled a lifelike stage play paused by an invisible hand—actors, lights, colors, all frozen.

…Except for Ye Qingquan.

Ye Qingquan stared in confusion at his surroundings.

Everyone else’s lives had halted.

So why was he left behind?

Why could he still move freely in this frozen time?

One moment, he’d been sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Lanlan under the streetlight, sharing roast duck, their shadows softly outlined by the glow.

The next—

He looked beside him.

The spot where the little boy should have been was now empty.

The boy, the silver puppy on his shoulder, the lotus lantern he always carried—all gone without a trace.

“Lanlan? Where’s Lanlan?!” Panic surged through Ye Qingquan, instinctive and bone-deep. “Did he get lost again? Lanlan—”

He began frantically searching like a headless fly.

But gradually, his movements slowed.

Until he stopped entirely.

Head bowed, he stared at his empty palms, his heart hollow, adrift.

“Lanlan… who?”

His expression twisted—pain, struggle, laughter through tears.

A searing pain, like a steel needle, pierced his skull.

He crumpled, clutching his head, gasping for air.

…Amidst the inexplicable agony, a book slowly opened in his mind.

Its cover read: The CEO’s Priceless Runaway Wife: Genius Baby, Three and a Half Years Old.

Simultaneously, countless overlapping memories flooded in.

In those endlessly repeating recollections, Ye Qingquan saw…

Many, many children.

All unbearably cute, all exactly three and a half, with soft cheeks and tender voices, gazing up at him sweetly.

Boys and girls, some chubby, some slender—he remembered every name: “Xuanxuan,” “Xiaomeng,” “Vivi,” “Haohao”…

In those cyclical lives, these familiar-yet-strange children diligently—sometimes shrewdly, sometimes clumsily—played the role of his child.

Many were professionally trained, knowing exactly how to smile most adorably, how to tilt their heads for maximum charm. They knew which expressions and tones of “Daddy” would melt hearts fastest…

The only oddity was how they’d occasionally break into exaggerated or unnatural gestures, as if performing for some unseen audience.

But Ye Qingquan, trapped in the moment, never noticed.

In life after life, facing different faces, he’d sworn the same vow:

As a father, he’d protect them, help them achieve their dreams, let them grow up happy. For that, he’d pay any price—whether bowing to Old Madam Huo or reconciling with Huo Ye.

Now, as all those memories collided—

Ye Qingquan finally saw the glaring, undeniable lie.

“It was all fake.” He covered his face. “I should’ve known…”

So many children.

So many tender, well-behaved voices calling him “Daddy.”

But among all those little challengers, not a single one had meant it sincerely.

In the real world, they already had loving parents. Their sole purpose in joining the livestream was to build fame, laying the groundwork for future careers as child stars.

To them, Ye Qingquan was just a minor NPC in a virtual novel challenge—lifeless, emotionless, forever bound to follow preset routines like a robot.

Even the heart he offered seemed worthless.

Yet… someone had been different.

Amidst those similar smiling faces, one figure stood out—a tiny, independent soul who marched to their own beat…

Who was it?

Ye Qingquan strained to remember, but the memory eluded him.

The pain in his head grew sharper with each pulse.

Finally, as if his skull were being split by a hammer, he blacked out.

The world plunged into silent darkness.

“……”

When he woke again, Ye Qingquan felt enveloped in warm seawater.

The surrounding darkness remained, but it wasn’t frightening—instead, it felt safe.

The waves lapped gently, their rhythm gradually quickening like a heartbeat.

Thump. Thump-thump.

Thump Thump Thump—

After the heartbeat came breathing.

At first, Ye Qingquan floated contentedly, thinking it wouldn’t be bad to drift off to this aquatic lullaby.

But those faint yet deafening breaths and pulses inexplicably stirred anxiety in him—

Anxiety tinged with nervous anticipation.

“Who’s there?” Ye Qingquan began searching through the waves for the source, parting the water until, somehow, he surfaced onto shore.

The endless dark fractured.

Under tranquil moonlight, he felt something appear in his empty arms.

Looking down—

A swaddled newborn lay cradled against his chest.

The baby sucked its thumb, deep in sleep, its tiny nose twitching adorably with each breath. Though its features were still unformed, Ye Qingquan somehow knew…

This child would have round, dark eyes—like the sea.

…Like its older brother’s.

Ye Qingquan bent closer, pressing his heart to the infant’s.

Two heartbeats slowly synchronized.

This was his child.

Brought into the world by Ye Qingquan, to be protected, raised, and guided into the future—his.

For some reason, listening to that tiny pulse, his eyes grew damp, his throat tight.

“Ng… ngah!”

The baby whimpered faintly in discomfort.

Ye Qingquan hurriedly checked, forgetting his sorrow—and discovered a slip of paper clutched in the infant’s fist:

[Roast Duck Voucher]
[Note]: At age 18, bring this voucher and your dad to find Big Brother Lanlan at his happy stall for a fresh roast duck!

Ye Qingquan: “……”

He stared at the note, torn between laughter and tears.

“Lanlan, you really…” He shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly—

The baby thrashed violently, bursting into tears.

“Waaahhh—!!!”

“Hush now, little one.”

Though he’d raised countless children, handling a newborn still left Ye Qingquan flustered.

He tried everything—funny faces, lullabies, patting, rocking—but nothing worked.

The wails grew louder, almost frantic: “WAAAAAAH!”

Ye Qingquan: “……”

In desperation, inspiration struck: “Baby, did you know you have a big brother named Lanlan…? Should Daddy tell you about him?”

Unexpectedly—

At the name “Lanlan,” the crying gradually stopped.

The baby blinked wide eyes, sucking its thumb, gazing at Ye Qingquan with curiosity.

Its expression seemed to say, “More, please!”

Ye Qingquan froze.

After a long pause, his eyes crinkled into a smile.

Gently holding the tiny fist, he began softly: “Your big brother Lanlan is very cute and very capable. He loves running his stall…”

“When you grow up, if you ever see a lively food stand… that might be him…”

Cradling the infant, swaying gently to the waves’ rhythm, Ye Qingquan spun the tale of Lanlan.

Moonlight stretched their two shadows long across the shore.

The story lasted a very, very long time.

*

Meanwhile, at Multiverse Livestream—

Within seconds, hundreds of thousands of longtime viewers flooded Jian Yunlan’s channel, crashing the system entirely.

…No one had anticipated this.

Or rather—

Almost no one.

In the top-floor office of Multiverse Livestream HQ, before floor-to-ceiling windows—

Gong Siyuan, GM of the Dogblood Novel Division, wiped sweat from her brow and forced a smile at the man across from her: “Mr. Ning, I swear on the company’s reputation—nothing will go wrong this time!”

“We’re using cutting-edge dimensional leap tech to transport Streamer Jian directly to the Multiverse world. No trains, no chances to escape…”

The young man seated opposite him responded with a cold snort.