Fluffy Overlord

In Lotus Spoon City, the torrential rain had been falling for a whole day and night.

Standing on the balcony, Tao Ming gazed at the downpour, grumbling inwardly about how her lovely weekend had been so thoroughly ruined. Her original plan for Saturday was to sleep in, take Ruanruan to the amusement park for a while, enjoy a hearty meal, and then go on a big shopping spree at the supermarket. Instead, the rain was so heavy that even stepping out the door felt like a challenge.

They say spring rain is as precious as oil, but this storm fell like free-flowing olive oil, drenching the world with relentless abundance. Even during the usual rainy season, Lotus Spoon had never seen rain like this.

Tao Ming glanced back at the living room. Her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Ruanruan, was sprawled languidly on the sofa watching cartoons, scattering the throw pillows in disarray. Tao Ming sighed quietly.

Perhaps she had invested her skill points in the wrong places. Ever since Ruanruan started practicing sitting up at six months old, she had always struck the pose of a little mafia boss, no matter where she sat—never quite like the demure little girl one would expect.

She remembered worrying about this back then, always wanting Ruanruan to adopt a more proper sitting posture. But Ruanruan’s father doted on her so excessively that, at even the mildest admonition from Tao Ming, he would scoop their daughter into his arms. The two of them, one big, one small, would look at Tao Ming with pitiful faces as if to say, “Mommy’s bullying us again.”