Chapter 102: The Undocumented Girl

That evening Xia Lin came, despite Chang Yu repeatedly telling Katerina that he didn’t need Xia Lin to heal his injuries.

He would rather spend two months in the hospital than have his wounds healed so quickly. Perhaps... he was the only person in the world who didn’t want to be discharged early.

“This is the bureau’s decision, and it’s mine as well.” Faced with Chang Yu’s doubts and resentment, Katerina, who had come with Xia Lin, uttered just one sentence that made Chang Yu, a man of seven feet, admit defeat.

Is anything in the world greater than a wife? Certainly not!

So, whatever the wife says, is absolute, and must be carried out!

“Let it go, just give in to them.” While no one was paying attention, Yangyang quietly whispered into Chang Yu’s ear.

“Besides, Katerina will soon move in upstairs, so you’ll be neighbors. If you want canned braised beef in the future, you’ll have plenty of chances.”

Chang Yu considered this with his eyes closed; Yangyang made a good point. As the old saying goes, there’s plenty of time ahead.

Thus, he comfortably lay back and said to Xia Lin, “Go ahead, I’m ready. Whatever you wish to do to me, I can accept it.”

“Don’t say things that are easily misunderstood.” Xia Lin’s gaze carried a hint of disdain. “I’m just here to heal you. Once you’re cured, I’ll leave.”

With that, Xia Lin approached Chang Yu and, under the eyes of those in the ward, placed her hand...

On Chang Yu’s elbow.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

A luminous green light suddenly emanated from Xia Lin’s palm, and a warm power flowed from her hand, spreading throughout Chang Yu’s body.

It felt like, after braving icy winds all day in minus thirty degrees, one suddenly took a hot shower—utterly comfortable.

Chang Yu, his eyes half closed, felt warmth coursing through his whole body, so relaxing he didn’t want to move.

“It’s done.” The light in her palm faded, and Xia Lin withdrew her hand.

The feeling of bodily comfort ebbed away like a tide, and Chang Yu gradually smoothed away his look of rapture.

The pain in his rib was gone; he pressed both sides where steel plates had been affixed—nothing, not a thing.

He quickly removed the thick chest band, discovering the broken bone had healed, the indentation and bruising gone, restored to its original state.

Having experienced this treatment once before, Chang Yu was not surprised.

Xia Lin’s ability was simply miraculous; no matter how severe the injury, she could heal it in an instant.

But Yangyang, seeing Xia Lin use this ability for the first time, watched in amazement.

“So this is Sister Xia Lin’s innate power? Incredible!” He suddenly leapt onto Chang Yu, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

He prodded Chang Yu’s ribs, pressed his pectorals, thoroughly entertained.

“Even the hair on your head, which I burned off before, has grown back?” Yangyang yanked a handful from Chang Yu’s scalp; the once bald spot was now covered, looking just as it had before the encounter with the giant salmon.

“Yangyang, I’m leaving. Come give your sister a hug.” Xia Lin, as always, adored Yangyang. As soon as her task was done, she yearned to hold him in her arms.

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“No, no~” Yangyang’s little face sagged, his eyes darting nervously, too scared to meet Xia Lin’s gaze.

“Oh?!” Chang Yu was astonished. “What’s with him today? He used to beg pretty young ladies for kisses and hugs and to be lifted high!”

Seeing Yangyang’s panicked eyes and his face full of resistance, Chang Yu suddenly recalled the moment Yangyang had escaped from the nurse’s arms and guessed the reason for his odd behavior.

Could it be... he suspects Xia Lin’s chest is fake too?

“Don’t mind him,” Chang Yu explained to Xia Lin with barely concealed glee. “He had a bit of trouble today, a psychological shadow. He probably won’t want kisses, hugs, or to be lifted by girls for a while.”

“That’s truly unfortunate,” Xia Lin said regretfully, glancing back several times as she departed.

Looking at her reluctant manner, it was clear she hoped Yangyang would change his mind and rush into her arms at the last second.

Sadly, until she left the ward, Yangyang never glanced at her, unmoved by her pleas.

“Tch, what a heartbreaker!” Watching Xia Lin leave, Chang Yu peeled Yangyang off himself, feeling both envious and jealous.

“Chang Yu, have you ever thought about registering Yangyang’s residency?” Katerina suddenly asked, gazing at Yangyang’s small figure.

“Register... his residency?” Chang Yu had never considered this and was caught off guard by the question.

“Yes!” Katerina replied matter-of-factly. “Yangyang doesn’t have any official household registration, not even a citizen’s identity.”

“He appeared out of thin air, parachuting into this world, so right now he’s a ‘black household’, an undocumented, mysterious child.”

“If you don’t resolve his registration, he’ll have trouble in human society, even going to school will be a huge problem.”

“He... he needs to go to school?” Chang Yu was speechless, feeling his worldview crumble. “He’s so young—isn’t it too early to talk about school?”

Since he’d never gone to school himself, Chang Yu wasn’t too concerned about Yangyang’s education.

“It’s not too early,” Katerina said seriously. “Judging by his appearance, Yangyang is like a five- or six-year-old human child.”

“In normal families, kids this age are already in kindergarten. That’s the start of education, the opening of the mind—it’s important.”

Looking again at the innocent-faced Yangyang, recalling his mischievous antics, Chang Yu sincerely said, “I think our Yangyang is smart enough, no need for ‘mind-opening’.”

“Your attitude is classic avoidance,” Katerina analyzed sharply. “No matter your reasons for not wanting Yangyang to go to school, you can’t keep things as they are forever.”

“Yangyang will have to go to school someday. He needs to interact with peers, to integrate into their circles.”

“He should socialize, learn, live just like any human child.”

“Even if he doesn’t need to go to school, he still needs a legal identity.”

“Simply put, without ID, he can’t even take a train or plane, and would be stuck in H City forever.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Hearing this, Chang Yu agreed it was time to register Yangyang properly.

He couldn’t let Yangyang remain a mystery child forever.

Katerina had already planned for this: “I’ll contact the relevant authorities, see if we can expedite his registration through a green channel.”

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“We’ll list his age as five, and his birth date as the day you brought him into the world. As for his name... I haven’t decided. You’re his father, so you should name him.”

Reminded, Chang Yu realized Yangyang still didn’t have a proper name—even “Yangyang” was just a nickname Katerina had given him.

“Yes, you’re right, the child should have a proper name.” Chang Yu stroked his chin, pondering for ages, unable to come up with a bold, impressive name.

Mainly, this was his first time as a parent, and he had no experience in naming; his skills were lacking.

But one thing was certain: Yangyang must share his surname, Chang!

“How about one of the classics?” Suddenly, Chang Yu clapped his fist into his palm, coming up with an idea. “Lucky, Prosper, or Dogson—which one do you want? Pick one!”

“Chang Yu! You’re deliberately making fun of me!” Before Katerina could speak, Yangyang exploded. “If you dare give me such an awful name, I’ll fight you!”

He grabbed his precious gourd from his wrist and aimed it at Chang Yu, his face flushed, a look that threatened mutual destruction.

“Don’t get upset! I’ll pick another name.” Remembering the gourd’s power, Chang Yu quickly backed off, not daring to provoke Yangyang.

He’d seen what that gourd’s flames could do—one burst had KO’d the giant salmon.

Chang Yu seriously suspected that if Yangyang unleashed it, he’d set the whole hospital ablaze.

“How about Chang Yangyang? It’s simple and memorable. Your nickname is Yangyang, so your full name can be that too.”

“That’s not good,” Katerina objected this time, “It sounds girlish.”

“If this won’t do, and that won’t do, naming is such a headache.” Chang Yu wrinkled his nose in frustration. “Let’s just call him Chang Xiaoyang. If you don’t like it, pick a name yourself!”

“Chang Xiaoyang is quite nice,” Katerina nodded in approval.

“Let’s go with Chang Xiaoyang,” Yangyang quietly put away his gourd, seeming to accept the name.

“Alright, it’s settled! Yangyang’s full name will be Chang Xiaoyang!” Chang Yu declared.

This day was the naming day of Comrade Chang Xiaoyang, a date destined for the history books.

Yangyang was probably the only child in Earth’s history to take part in naming himself.

The key is, other children can’t even speak when they’re named, only wailing.

Even if they disliked their names, they had no chance to object...

Yangyang’s case was probably a world first.

After all, our Yangyang was born able to buy soy sauce, curse up a storm, and fight with gusto.

If he disliked the name Chang Yu gave him, he’d genuinely lose his temper.

(The chapter ends)