The Male Mother’s Sweet Cage!
22: Chapter 22 Angel Sisters!
The Male Mother’s Sweet Cage!
The air in the ward seemed to solidify.
Masako’s thermos, with a clang, hit the floor, and the scalding chicken soup spilled out, emitting wisps of hot steam, as if offering background special effects for this bizarre family reunion.
She stood motionless, as if a petrification spell had been cast upon her.
Her younger sister was bouncing around, no longer sick.
Dr.
Shiku’s expression was contorted, as if he were contemplating the origin of the universe.
And her father, the man who usually wore a plaid shirt and would nag her for half an hour if she came home late.
He was now dressed in a red and white Natasha cosplay outfit, his curves more exaggerated than any female celebrity she had ever seen.
The most critical thing was that face, a face she had seen for four years, so familiar she could draw it with her eyes closed.
He was sporting a striking light cyan long wig and giving her a smile that was uglier than a cry…
a smile?
Nari’s brain had completely crashed.
It’s over.
His eldest daughter saw it too.
Now it’s really over; internal family social death, 100% achieved.
“Uh…
Masako, listen to my explanation,” Nari said, trying to salvage some of his fatherly dignity.
Yesterday Jing Liu, today Natasha; his fatherly image was completely ruined in front of his eldest daughter.
However, Masako did not give him that chance.
She slowly bent down, picked up the dented thermos, then straightened up and spoke in a tone of unprecedented calmness.
“Aiko’s condition has improved, isn’t that a good thing?” She paused, then steered the conversation in a direction Nari hadn’t anticipated at all, “So we should go out and celebrate.” “Celebrate?” Nari repeated, suspecting he had misheard.
“Yay!
Let’s go out!
Let’s go out!” Aiko immediately jumped off the hospital bed, cheering with her little hands, completely forgetting the great feat of “pitting her dad” she had just accomplished.
Nari’s gaze swept over himself.
This Natasha outfit, this pair of heavy “souls,” and these high heels that could crush a cockroach.
Go celebrate wearing this?
Where to celebrate?
A convention side event?
He was briefly silent, an internal struggle raging within him.
Should he go out and embarrass himself with this face, or find a way to knock out his two daughters and take them home?
Nari hesitated, “Aiko’s condition has just improved; she shouldn’t do strenuous exercise.
It’s better to rest well first.” As he spoke, he looked at Dr.
Shiku with a pleading expression.
“Hmm, you’re right, but given Aiko’s current condition, as long as she doesn’t do overly strenuous exercise, going out to a night market shouldn’t be a big problem.” “Oh yeah!” Aiko flashed an innocent smile.
Aiko ran to his side with her short legs, looked up with her innocent little face, and in the sweetest voice, uttered the most devilish words.
“No, I feel much better now.
I want Daddy to take me out to play.” “Daddy, you don’t want your secret to be discovered by others, do you!” Secret?
What secret?
Masako and Dr.
Shiku exchanged glances, looking puzzled.
Meanwhile, Aiko wore an expression of a successful scheme.
This was the only secret she had to control her dad; it was simply wonderful.
Nari felt cold sweat break out on his back.
This was no longer a threat; this was blatant kidnapping!
Kidnapping using his social life as collateral!
Nari was helpless; having a daughter who would “pit her dad” was not a carefree matter!
“Aiko is right,” Masako spoke again.
She walked to Nari’s other side, her tone still cool, but with an irrefutable decisiveness, “We’ll go out together to celebrate Aiko’s recovery.
What are you afraid of, Old Man?
What’s wrong with wearing women’s clothes?” On one side was his mischievous younger daughter holding a “nuclear weapon.” On the other side was his calm and decisive elder daughter, who seemed to have accepted reality.
Nari was caught between his two daughters, feeling like a condemned prisoner, with his two daughters as the judges announcing the execution.
What else could he do?
He could only resign himself to fate.
“Alright…
we’ll go out,” Nari squeezed these words through his teeth.
He was mentally prepared.
Isn’t it just walking down the street in women’s clothes?
As long as he wasn’t embarrassed, others would be!
Yes, as long as I run fast enough, shame won’t catch up to me!
The family began to pack up simply, preparing to complete the temporary discharge procedures.
The entire process was filled with an eerie sense of harmony.
Dr.
Shiku floated behind them the whole time like a ghost, muttering incessantly about “unscientific,” “needs further research,” “perhaps I can apply for a project,” then, holding Aiko’s examination report, he walked away, looking back every few steps, his retreating figure filled with confusion about his scientific faith.
Masako, meanwhile, showed astonishing efficiency.
She calmly packed Aiko’s clothes and also carried Nari’s cumbersome thermos.
While Nari was at the nurses’ station handling the paperwork, Masako quietly approached him and lowered her voice.
“Dad, this outfit of yours…” She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, “It looks quite good.” Nari stumbled, nearly knocking over the computer at the nurses’ station.
Good?
Masako, is there something seriously wrong with your aesthetic judgment?
Does Daddy need to take you to an ophthalmologist?
“Let’s go quickly, Daddy!
I want to eat strawberry cake!” Aiko couldn’t wait.
She held Nari’s hand with one hand and Masako’s with the other, urging them excitedly.
And so, a bizarre trio, under the shocked, curious, and scrutinizing gazes of countless people in the hospital, walked out the main entrance.
The afternoon sun shone on them.
On the left was a cool-faced middle school school belle in a school uniform.
On the right was a lively and adorable little loli with pigtails.
In the middle was a curvaceous…
male mom in a Natasha cosplay outfit.
This scene was a masterpiece of contemporary art.
They were like a moving vortex of attention; wherever they went, passersby stopped, and phones were raised.
“Holy crap!
Isn’t that Jiang University’s Natasha Angel Sister?” “Wow, it really is!
She’s a hundred times prettier in person than online!
This cosplay is so accurate.
What should I do?
My Nanako, the healer, truly has ample ‘milk’!” “Are those two next to her her daughters?
My god, she’s a mom so young?” “Her genes are too good!
Both daughters are so beautiful!
What kind of divine family is this!” “I declare, from today onwards, she is my biological mother from another father and mother!” Nari felt his scalp tingle.
He just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or immediately ascend to heaven.
He pulled his two daughters, quickening his pace, only wanting to quickly find a taxi and escape this troublesome place.
However, just as they were about to rush to the roadside, a man in a crisp suit, with slicked-back, shiny hair, looking like a human signboard, suddenly got out of a black commercial vehicle and directly blocked their path.
The man wore a professional smile.
He first looked Nari up and down with admiration, then handed over a gold-embossed business card.
“Hello, beautiful lady,” the man began, his tone full of confidence, “I am Zhang Wei, the chief talent scout for Star Brilliance Media.
I have been observing you for a long time.
You possess all the potential to become a superstar of the era!
Are you interested in joining our company?
We are willing to offer you an S-rank top-tier contract!” Nari looked at the business card, then at the commercial vehicle behind the man, which bore the “Star Brilliance Media” logo, and felt completely numb.
Star Brilliance Media?
Wasn’t that the rival company that had been frantically buying trending topics for him online, trying to overpromote and ruin him?
What was this?
If you can’t beat them, join them?
No, this was an attempt to directly poach him, the “enemy crystal”!
Before Nari could speak, Masako beside him acted first.
The young girl stepped forward, shielding Nari and Aiko behind her, and in her cool voice, she said to the man named Zhang Wei, word for word: “Excuse me, we are not interested in becoming celebrities.” “Masako!” Nari still wanted to say something.
“Let’s go,” Masako, however, reached out and linked her arm through Nari’s, pulling him away.
“Blech, blech, blech…” Although Aiko didn’t understand, the little loli still stuck out her tongue at Zhang Wei, appearing like an undeveloped mischievous girl.