She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 142

Inside the private room of the restaurant, one after another, gifts were brought out.

"Brother Ye, is this... a Hundred Families Cloth?" Chu Shen was astonished by what Yuan Ye had produced.

"It's a Hundred Families Bag," Yuan Ye corrected.

"Our daughter is already grown, and a proper Hundred Families Cloth requires cutting fabric from healthy children's clothes. I took a shortcut here."

As he spoke, Yuan Ye revealed two handmade patchwork bags.

Pieces of fabric in varying colors and sizes were stitched together—one larger crossbody bag and a smaller one with tighter, more intricate patchwork.

"I made them myself. The stitching is... passable. Can't compare to Jue Jue’s craftsmanship, but don’t judge too harshly," Yuan Ye said, scratching his head.

"But rest assured, these are made from over a hundred pieces of clothing. To be safe, I collected around a hundred and twenty."

"Here, try them on."

"I figured since our daughter is already over a year old, making clothes would be tricky with sizing, so a small bag seemed more practical."

Lin Anran’s mouth fell open. The larger "Hundred Families Bag" was unmistakably for her.

The hand-stitched seams looked a bit rough, but they were tightly sewn. Some fabrics were deliberately chosen for matching or contrasting colors, creating gradients and bold color clashes—truly beautiful.

"Brother Ye, you’ve been quietly working on something huge! No wonder you’ve been running off to the anime club these past two months," Ye Ping'an couldn’t help but comment.

Yuan Ye chuckled. "Had to keep it a secret."

Originally, he hadn’t planned on making something so elaborate—just buying a gift for the child. But after some thought and delays, his online friends suggested the idea of a "Hundred Families Cloth."

"With a group like ours, everyone can contribute a piece of clothing, right? Besides, as cosplayers, who doesn’t have decent sewing skills?"

Yuan Ye glanced at the number of people in his hobby group and decided it was doable.

The group had been around for years, filled with regulars from comic conventions—cosplayers, voice actors, and even doujinshi artists.

For the first time, Yuan Ye, under his alias "Yuan Ye," collected clothing. To keep his real-life identity hidden, he used an e-commerce warehouse forwarding service to receive the items.

Afraid of being discovered in his dorm, he spent his days stitching in the club room.

"I almost feel bad accepting this," Chu Shen muttered.

"Same," Ye Ping'an agreed.

Chu Shen then presented two boxes, one large and one small.

Inside the gift boxes were two sets of silver tableware—bowls, plates, spoons, and chopsticks.

Most striking was the inscription circling the silver bowl:

[Lifetime Rice Bowl from the Chu Family Diner]

"Good for eating and testing for poison. I’d say I’m a genius," Chu Shen declared proudly.

"Our daughter will never go hungry," he emphasized.

Yan and Jue Jue silently gave him a thumbs-up.

"You really are a genius."

"Now I’m feeling the pressure," Ye Ping'an said, wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

He pulled out two small boxes, each containing a 10g gold bar engraved with the words "Peace Every Year."

"Damn, Ping'an, you went straight for gold bars?" Chu Shen exclaimed.

He had originally considered gifting gold spoons and chopsticks, but the ones sold in stores were too light and impractical.

"Gold is always valuable. Saving a little for our daughter every year—10g isn’t much," Ye Ping'an explained.

The rewards from his interstellar livestream could only be converted into Xia Country Currency at a fixed rate, so he couldn’t exactly bring back futuristic items. But money? He had plenty.

At first, he worried that 10g might seem too modest and considered 50g instead. But after checking the value of Zhu Jue’s gift, he felt reassured.

"Practical," Brother Xiao remarked bluntly.

"Old Xiao, you’re the only one left," Ye Ping'an pointed out.

Xiao Qingnang smiled. His gift was simple—packed in a wooden box.

"After much deliberation, I settled on this."

"As a doctor, I can’t just give anything."

In the past, he’d gifted friends homemade pills, medicinal patches, and powders. But for a child, it was tricky.

Especially as a physician, giving medicine carried an unintended ominous tone. After days of contemplation, he finalized his goddaughter’s gift.

"Huh?" Lin Fan couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing the contents of the wooden box.

"Is this... a Wushi Pendant?" Lin Lu recognized it first.

Xiao Qingnang had brought out two slightly different wooden Wushi Pendants, strung with black cords, sized for adults.

"Correct. These are Wushi Pendants made from lightning-struck wood. From a century-old tree in my family that was struck by lightning—warding off misfortune, ensuring peace and safety."

One by one, the gifts were laid out on the table.

A longevity lock, the Hundred Families Bag, silver tableware, gold bars, and Wushi Pendants.

Each carried the most heartfelt blessings parents could wish for their child.

A life free from want, safety, and a long, healthy existence.

Lin Lu’s throat tightened, rendering her speechless. Lin Fan, holding Little An An, couldn’t turn away but discreetly wiped the corner of his eye with a knuckle.

At first, he’d thought his roommates were just joining in for fun. But today, their sincerity overwhelmed him.

"Alright, little one, call us godfathers and godmother."

Lin Fan lifted Little An An’s tiny silver bowl while glancing at his elder daughter.

Lin Anran now wore both the longevity lock and Wushi Pendant around her neck while testing the depth of the Hundred Families Bag.

Little An An addressed each godfather—and the sole godmother—in turn. Except for Xiao Qingnang and Zhu Jue, the others were too nervous to hold her.

Watching Xiao Qingnang’s effortless handling, Yuan Ye remarked, "Brother Xiao truly lives up to his reputation."

"Old Xiao even taught me infant massage. Of course he knows how to hold a baby," Lin Fan said.

With some guidance, the flustered godfathers each took a turn holding their goddaughter—though Yan noticed how rigid they became, as if even breathing might harm her.

"Our daughter is so tiny, just a little bundle. I wonder what she’ll look like grown up," Ye Ping'an mused.

Yan stayed silent, thinking, The grown-up version is right beside you.

Lin Anran watched them quietly. Though she’d known their names beforehand, today, she could only address them as godfathers in her heart.

At lunch, the group cheered as Little An An ate independently from her high chair.

"An An can feed herself? So impressive!"

"Our daughter isn’t picky at all—so easy to raise!"

Lin Fan facepalmed. "You haven’t seen her when she’s being clingy."

When that child latched onto someone, it was downright exhausting.

Especially since he felt his daughter had completely inherited his constitution—her health was robust, she ate everything with gusto, her stamina was extraordinary, and her energy was boundless! She could play outside all day without getting tired and still have the energy to bounce around at home until ten at night!

He glanced around with a mischievous grin. "Starting tomorrow, each of you will take turns babysitting as punishment."

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A faint, knowing smile appeared on Lin Lu’s face. "I’d be thrilled if you all took turns looking after her anytime."

Lin Anran silently lowered her head. Her parents were setting up her godfathers, digging a deep pit for them.

To be honest, she hadn’t realized how she was as a child—well-behaved most of the time, but when she wasn’t, she was an unstoppable force, never tiring, practically a little troublemaker. And when someone was playing with her, they absolutely couldn’t glance at their phones or do anything else.

When she first arrived in this world, Lin Anran had thought, "How hard could it be to take care of my younger self?" But now… professional matters were best left to professionals. Between daycare and a nanny’s supervision, even weekends with the family made her long for Monday classes.

Chu Shen and Yuan Ye volunteered eagerly, completely unaware of the impending disaster. "Then it’s settled—we’ll come tomorrow."

Ye Ping’an silently glanced at the two of them. These idiots—hadn’t they noticed the young couple staying quiet? He himself didn’t dare take on the challenge of babysitting.

The meal was lively and full of laughter. Afterward, Little An’an was still buzzing with energy, pointing her spoon at each person: "Godfather, Dad, Mom, Mommy."

Yan and the others watched as Lin Fan and Lin Lu took turns coaxing Little An’an, but she refused to nap, her big eyes blinking endlessly, full of spirit.

"Is skipping a nap really that bad?" Ye Ping’an asked curiously.

Lin Fan wore a pained smile. "It’s become a habit. The problem is, if she doesn’t sleep now, she’ll nap later and wake up even later, and then who knows when she’ll finally go to bed at night? Whatever time she stays up, I have to stay up too."

As the most energetic person in the family, with his wife working hard and their eldest daughter also exhausted, it fell on him to handle bedtime duty. One word summed it up: endurance!

Lin Lu watched their little daughter’s boundless energy and couldn’t help but twitch her lips. "With this level of energy, we’re in for an all-nighter."

Not long after the meal, the group relocated from the hotel’s private dining room to its top-tier suite, where the couple took their child to try and get her to sleep.

The gifts were carefully packed back into their boxes. The suite even had a dedicated game room, combined with a tea lounge.

Soon, Ye Ping’an, Chu Shen, Yuan Ye, and Zhu Jue started a round of mahjong, while Xiao Qingnang brewed tea and played chess with Yan.

Their chessboard stretched like a winding dragon, densely packed with moves.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom area, Lin Anran tiptoed inside, careful not to disturb Little An’an.

She overheard her parents talking.

"Everyone brought two gifts today," her mother said, unable to hide her surprise.

"Wife, I asked Chu Shen about it. He said it was because they saw Yan and Zhu Jue preparing two sets."

"They said it wouldn’t be fair if An’an had everything and Ning’er had nothing, so the others followed suit," the other person explained.

Lin Fan thought for a moment before adding, "Could it be because of that time at the aquarium when I mentioned they should help look after An’an? Maybe they guessed something."

She heard her mother’s voice. "Yan and the others probably have their suspicions—otherwise, they wouldn’t have brought paired gifts. They’re all geniuses from Bin University. No matter how careful you usually are, you’ve never been able to fully hide things when it comes to An’an."

"That’s true," Lin Fan admitted helplessly. When it came to his daughter, there was just no way around it. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Lin Anran shrank back outside, quietly retreating. Had her godparents really figured out her identity long ago? But wasn’t that a bit too unbelievable?

No wonder she always felt like "Godmother Yan" treated her with a subtle sense of elder affection.

The group waited until Little An’an woke from her nap, fully recharged and ready to go out again—by then, it was already five in the afternoon.

No one was in a hurry to leave, though. After all, they had booked the luxury suite for the night, and it would be a waste to check out after just an afternoon.

They saw Lin Fan and Lin Lu’s family off in the lobby. Since no one was hungry yet, they decided to enjoy afternoon tea at the hotel’s revolving rooftop restaurant.

"Best men! Oh my god, best men! You’re finally here—any later and the flowers would’ve wilted! How are you not freaking out when it’s not even your wedding? Aren’t you the groom’s best friends? Hurry up and go over the schedule!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Yuan Ye was immediately seized by a man in a three-piece suit and dragged away.

"Wait, no!" Yuan Ye protested.

"Bro, you’ve got the wrong guys!"

"We’re not the best men!"