“Joining the ranks of immortals.”
Just these four words, emanating an orange light.
Although there was no probability listed, Song Heqing knew that the chance of drawing this item was no less than hitting all six red balls and one blue ball in the lottery, and in the correct order.
But who could resist such a temptation?
Song Heqing hesitated for a long time, but finally clicked on the lottery.
“First draw.”
“Received a Height-Increasing Pill.”
“Bad luck.”
Song Heqing cursed with a dark expression.
What kind of ridiculous thing was a Height-Increasing Pill? It was something that could make him grow to any height within fifteen centimeters.
He was currently about one meter seventy-three tall; growing fifteen centimeters would make him one meter eighty-eight, but what good was that? Could it compare to someone who was one meter sixty and could drive a Ferrari with one hand?
“Second draw.”
“Received a Charm Elixir.”
“You damn thing, I’m going to curse.”
Song Heqing gritted his teeth and cursed.
“Third draw.”
“Received an Aprilia RS660 (complete with documents, already licensed).”
“Oh.”
Song Heqing was stunned.
He recognized the Aprilia RS600.
Although he wasn't a motorcycle enthusiast, he knew that it cost over a hundred thousand yuan.
“Sigh.”
Song Heqing sighed, secretly glanced at the already sleeping Song Xiaoyuan, then took the elevator to the underground parking lot.
His family didn't own a car; after all, with their financial situation, just maintaining their home was difficult, let alone a car.
However, on the first basement level, there was a motorcycle as black as ink, with orange wheels, parked there. Although he was reluctant to admit it, the bike was indeed very handsome.
He tried it out. To be honest, the bike was a bit tall; he had to stand on his tiptoes to touch the ground.
After riding it around the parking lot once, he parked the bike back in his own parking space.
This parking space was bought by Ruan Xingyao years ago, and no car had ever parked there. Occasionally, a temporary car would stop, but Ruan Xingyao would chase it away and then throw a tantrum at home.
After returning home.
Song Heqing looked at the two porcelain bottles in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and finally gulped them down.
It wasn't that he wanted to become taller or more handsome; it was just that delivering food without being able to ride a motorcycle wasn't appropriate, was it?
But as soon as the pills entered his stomach, he felt his belly start to churn.
“Holy shit.”
He cursed under his breath, then rushed to the toilet.
Five in the morning.
Song Heqing was slumped beside the toilet. He had already gone to the bathroom twenty-nine times and taken eight showers, but black substances kept emerging from his body.
Two hours later.
His condition stabilized. He had grown a little taller, about three centimeters, but he knew this wasn't the limit. He had received a notification when he swallowed the Height-Increasing Pill.
His final height should be one meter eighty-eight, achieved over three months.
After all, if bones were stretched all at once, a person wouldn't be able to endure it.
Song Heqing stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself, and couldn't help but purse his lips.
His former self was already decent-looking, but now, after the micro-adjustments from the Charm Elixir... he really was a bit handsome.
But being handsome couldn't put food on the table, could it?
“Daddy…”
A knock came from outside the door.
Song Heqing opened the door and saw Song Xiaoyuan standing there.
“Oh, Daddy… why did you shave your beard?”
“If I kept my beard, people would think I was your grandpa,” Song Heqing said with a smile and a scold.
“No, it looks good even with a beard.”
Song Xiaoyuan hugged his leg.
“Hurry up and wash up, I’ll take you to kindergarten.”
Song Heqing rubbed her head.
“Okay.”
Song Xiaoyuan obediently responded, then brought a small stool and stood in front of the sink, only occasionally looking at Song Heqing, as if trying to get a clearer look at him.
Song Heqing stroked his long hair, couldn't help but smile wryly.
This “divorce lawsuit” had tormented him for over half a year; not only did he lose his job, but his hair also grew very long.
He casually gathered his long hair, tied it into a ponytail, and then tied Song Xiaoyuan’s hair into a bun.
“Oh, Daddy… you even know how to comb hair?”
“Uh…”
Song Heqing was momentarily speechless.
If it were someone else, it would be fine, but he couldn’t tell his daughter “practice makes perfect,” could he?
“So pretty, much prettier than Mommy’s hairstyles,” Song Xiaoyuan said, admiring herself in the mirror.
“Why do you want to stay with me?” Song Heqing asked softly.
“Because…”
Song Xiaoyuan looked up at him, “Because I like Daddy. Mommy often loses her temper, and I’m scared. I like staying with Daddy.”
“Hmm, I understand.”
Song Heqing pinched her cheek, then turned and left.
Song Xiaoyuan tilted her head, watching his back, and then returned to her room to change clothes.
A moment later.
The two of them left the house at the same time.
“Oh, Daddy… you look so handsome today.”
Song Xiaoyuan instantly turned into a little fangirl.
Pfft!
Song Heqing couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s just normal attire, stop buttering me up.”
His previous self’s fashion sense was average, but Ruan Xingyao’s was good.
So the clothes she bought for him were all quite nice. Today he wore a pair of bright yellow trousers, a white shirt, and boots on his feet.
It wasn't that this outfit didn't look good before, but rather that he didn't have this physique before, did he?
A height of one meter seventy-five, a slender waist, strong arms, and eight-pack abs—who could resist that?
Song Heqing put her small backpack on his back, then casually hoisted her onto his shoulders, and walked downstairs.
The two were eating noodles at a noodle shop outside the community.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
“Su Qing?”
Song Heqing paused slightly, then answered the call.
“Where are you?”
“Oh.”
“Where are you right now?”
The other party repeated again.
“The small noodle shop at the community entrance…”
Beep beep beep!
Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Song Heqing couldn’t help but purse his lips.
This woman was so rude.
“Daddy, is that Aunt SuSu?” Song Xiaoyuan asked curiously.
“Yes.”
Song Heqing nodded with a smile.
“Oh.”
Song Xiaoyuan glanced at him, then continued to eat her noodles.
What kind of divine daughter was this?
Song Heqing sighed inwardly.
Not only was she pleasing to the eye, but he also didn’t have to worry about a thing.
If someone had told him he could have such a daughter, wouldn't he have gotten married sooner?
He sighed, wiped his mouth, and lit a cigarette.
But before he could take two puffs, someone snatched the cigarette and threw it on the ground.
“Why are you smoking in front of Xiao Yuan?”
“Oh.”
Song Heqing looked up, meeting a pair of angry eyes.
“Also… why aren’t you cooking at home?”
Su Qing stood with her arms crossed, attracting the gaze of all the men in the noodle shop.
“Excuse me… are you her mother or my mother?” Song Heqing asked helplessly.
Pfft!
Everyone in the noodle shop burst out laughing.
“Daddy, don’t talk nonsense. If Aunt SuSu were your mother, wouldn’t she be my grandmother?” Song Xiaoyuan said, displeased.
“Hmm, you have a point,” Song Heqing sighed.
“Hahaha.”
Everyone couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
“You…”
Su Qing’s face flushed with anger, glaring fiercely at Song Heqing.
She never realized before how glib this guy was.
But… after tidying up, he did seem to look much better.