People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 202: You Evil Beast**

'What's so great about him? Can't she learn a thing or two from me?'

Xiao Wu was certain that once she transformed, she wouldn't act like her mother or daughter.

Watching her daughter grow more infatuated with Zhao Ling, Xiao Wu's frustration boiled over. She jumped out of her mother's arms.

With a few quick hops, she landed directly in front of Tang Wutong, who was staring at Zhao Ling, and kicked her squarely in the face.

Tang Wutong tilted her head, dazed. Once she recovered, she looked at the rabbit perched on her shoulder with admiration.

Still, she felt puzzled as to why she had been so fixated on the man earlier.

Sure, he was handsome and charming, but not to the extent that she should feel so flustered.

Why did she feel like she was falling in love just by looking at him?

She is still young. How could she have such strange thoughts?

Thank goodness her mother's kick snapped her out of it.

Xiao Wu, now observing Tang Wutong closely, felt an undeniable connection—one rooted in blood. She gently rubbed her head against Tang Wutong's cheek.

Tang Wutong, overcome with emotion, hugged Xiao Wu tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably.

However, she refrained from calling Xiao Wu "Mom." After all, she had traveled ten thousand years into the past.

At this point, her mother hadn't even transformed into human form. Tang Wutong had no idea how to explain this to her.

Arou approached, softly patting Tang Wutong's head.

"Little girl, why are you sitting here alone? Are you separated from your parents? Where's your mother?"

Arou was careful not to mention the diary's contents, wary that doing so might lead to repercussions. She pretended not to know anything, probing subtly.

Tang Wutong glanced at the woman who bore a 70-80% resemblance to her mother.

'Could this be my grandmother?'

Still, she recalled the diary mentioning that one of the other two women was her grandmother.

'But I have no memories of my father, grandfather, or grandmother…'

Confused, her gaze shifted to the other two women standing by Zhao Ling.

Her attention settled on the woman with long blue hair—someone who resembled her by at least 50 percent.

'Could she really be my grandmother?'

'But then… who's my father? And my grandfather?'

Tang Wutong's mind swirled with questions.

Just then, her stomach rumbled.

Both Arou and Xiao Wu's rabbit ears twitched in unison.

Arou turned to Zhao Ling.

"Brother Ling, do you have any food? The child is hungry…"

Arou wasn't yet ready to face the reality of being a widow. Zhao Ling, as her husband's friend, frequently approached her.

To make things more complicated, Arou knew from the diary that Zhao Ling harbored feelings for her.

Her body, despite her reservations, instinctively responded to him.

Still, she couldn't shake the guilt she felt for her late husband. Addressing Zhao Ling casually as "Brother Ling" felt like the safest option.

Without hesitation, Zhao Ling nodded and retrieved food from his storage space—beef jerky, pancakes, and yogurt bought earlier that morning.

He handed them to Arou, who smiled gently in return before giving the food to Tang Wutong.

"Here, eat something."

Tang Wutong instinctively replied, "Thank you, Grandma…"

Realizing her slip-up, she quickly covered her mouth.

Arou didn't seem to notice and continued to gaze at her kindly.

Unable to resist her hunger, Tang Wutong dug in.

Once she finished, she let out a satisfied burp, only to find Arou still watching her.

"Child, what did you just call me? Grandma?"

Arou suspected that this child had no relatives in present time except for herself, Xiao Wu, and Ah Yin.

'We need to get her to acknowledge us. This child can't be left to fend for herself.'

Arou hoped the girl would share her identity, confirming the connection through her own words.

With Zhao Ling's diary as evidence, there was no reason to doubt the story.

Tang Wutong remained silent. She had no idea how to explain her situation.

Ah Yin, sensing Arou's intentions, approached and gently stroked Tang Wutong's head.

"Sister Rou, if she doesn't want to talk, don't push her. Little girl, if you have no relatives, come with us. Our family is big enough to care for you."

Arou glanced at Zhao Ling. When he nodded in agreement, she gently asked,

"Would you like to come home with us? If so, just nod. If not, we won't force you."

Tang Wutong hadn't expected such kindness.

'I'm just a stranger to them, but they're willing to take me in?'

'Being with my mother and grandmother…'

She nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, I'd like to!"

Seeing her agreement, Arou, Ah Yin, and Xiao Wu exchanged relieved glances.

Had she refused, they would have taken her by force. The bond they felt couldn't be ignored.

Ah Yin returned to Zhao Ling's side and playfully twisted his waist.

"You evil beast, staring at such a young girl without shame."

"Uh…" Zhao Ling quickly averted his gaze, offering an awkward smile.

'I wasn't planning on doing anything to Tang Wutong now. There's plenty of time in the future…'

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