My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

Ruo constantly snorted at them or twisted her ears painfully whenever she found the father and daughter in bed like that or flirting like a couple. But the duo kept repeating it without a bit of bad conscience.

His daughter was his, her father was hers.

They felt totally great.

Watching the distant sun falling onto the horizon, both of them smiled as they once again embraced each other. Yes, this was it. Truly great life was this.

Who cared about traveling?

Her mother didn't let her enter the house that day and made her sleep outside. Her bastard father never helped.

She could only fume inwardly.

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"You don't deserve my pure heart, Daddy!" she cursed.

"You shouldn't have fallen to his looks then, dumb girl," her mother shouted back at her. "Now sleep on the grass and repent for your actions for stealing your mother's husband."

But on a wonderful day, Fei Fei found herself sleeping with her father… along with her mother. He had a proud smirk, and she gave him a secret high five.

He was a good dad; he finally did something good for his daughter.

From then on, Mother Ruo never complained.

Father did have a queer knack with women.

Nobody before had ever been able to move her heart so quickly.

Now, she could proudly say that as much as Han Li was her mothers, her dad was her own in all the ways possible.

And honestly, she didn't know he was way more aggressive than his daughter in bed until she was moaning in tiredness and hoping for a quicker release.

She chuckled with a flushed face as they watched the sun—all three of them.

Lovely.

***

Time passed again.

Their life was mundane.

Nights and days were spent without doing anything special other than their intimacy, but as people who had seen the darkness of the world—a world that was not at peace—the family of the trio just wanted peace.

Indeed, people who had experienced wars and people who hadn't had different views of the world.

Han Fei had gained new life goals.

Ruo taught her daughter the roots, and Han Fei was a proud woman deep down.

Even more prideful than her mother. So, she wanted to dominate her father at least for once. It was her great wish now, but he was too damn good at this, and he seemed to know her body up and down.

Every night, she tried to outplay him, but it never worked.

Luckily, she didn't gain a massive bulge in her stomach, though.

But she couldn't make him submit either. Her father was too good at this.

And he was stubborn.

"I am not going to let my own daughter win against me. If I do, wouldn't I die of shame?"

Humph. Humph.

Just like that, years streamed by, and before they knew it, this mountain also had a small population of its own. Distant tribes conglomerated around this place, and it became a small clan. They didn't shoo them away.

Her father also liked to play with some women of the tribe, to all the chagrin of many husbands who became wifeless due to moving here.

Her father was such a playboy.

And his stamina was even more monstrous than her own. After all, he had the purest form of the Organ Transformation that came from their bloodline.

His stamina would be more powerful, and he was also the true Dao Lord of Lust.

One day, he was swinging his black sword around in their mountain's meadow.

She moved up to him, pushing aside the wild grass, and asked curiously, "Daddy, why are you still training when you have already given up cultivating higher and all conflicts in general?"

He came to a halt and looked at her before the sword vanished from his hand. He moved closer to her, and she smirked as he pushed her down the meadow. Her hands were pinned hard before she could react.

"Here?" she asked with a slightly red face.

"Here."

"Answer me first," she asked.

"It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war," he said, and soon enough, she didn't need any answers.

His Little Tyrant became a moaning mess, and he had to carry her back home.

Her legs hurt.

"I wish these days would continue forever…" she said.

He kissed her.

"I do too," he said, "I do too."

I do, too.

***

Han Li was the first to grow too old.

Even in his final days, he still stayed fit and buff. For the past couple of months, he and his family had been in one bed most of the time. It was heartwrenching, but all three of them knew his time was due.

Maybe the more he was inside this illusion, the more mundane he was becoming.

During these days, if Han Fei had wanted, she could have gotten her lifelong wish to dominate her father; he was too old.

But she was still as proud underneath her emotional wreck of a self. She wouldn't do that to a helpless Han Li.

"Han Li…" Ruo, too, was old now. She held her husband's hand and said with a smile, "I will soon follow."

Han Li looked at her emotionally. "Are you satisfied with the life I gave you?"

Ruo snickered. "Don't ask me that."

Han Fei was silently holding back tears, her fair hand red and trembling. Her back, which was as straight as a sword, was bent in defeat, and her throat felt as if something was trying to crawl out of it.

Han Li took her hand. Even in his final moment, his hand didn't tremble.

Life was leaving him, though. He could sense his vitality diminishing by the moment.

"You can't bring me back to life this time," he said playfully.

Han Fei's hand only tightened. "Not a funny joke."

Han Li smirked painfully.

"If you find nothing to do in this world, Fei Fei." He said, feeling his emotions roil. "There are some people you would like to meet. They are probably around, and you might know when you meet them. People who age faster in this world like us even though they have higher cultivation."

Hua Yu was here, after all.

Maybe the rest were, too. She might meet them or might not.

If she could, he hoped they would remember her after this was over.

Han Fei bit her lips and nodded. "I will."

Han Li passed away.

A grief as great as all his other hidden grief was added to his heart.

He felt sick of this illusion. He didn't want to continue this.

It hurt so damn much. SO. SO. Damn much.

The Little Tyrant spent the next part of her life caring for her old mother, and when Ruo passed away, she buried her along with her father and left the mountain with a melancholic heart.