The Pitiful Omega’s Contract Marriage with a Wealthy Tycoon 73

Chapter 73: IF-Line Fairytale AU Extra (Part 1) [Extra]

One day, the demon supervisor of the hellish nursery suddenly discovered a pure white egg among the newly born demon eggs.

The white egg was a full half the size of a normal demon egg. It was pure white, crystal clear, and had no markings. But a faint golden glow surrounded it, a stark contrast to the gray, dusty little black balls beside it.

However, the demon supervisor was horrified. He hurriedly picked up the white egg with a soft pillow and knocked on the gates of the Demon King’s castle.

This abyss belonged to a Demon King from the East.

The Demon King had waist-length, pure black hair, a cold and handsome face, and when his moss-green eyes looked over, they were even colder than the glacial rivers at the bottom of the abyss.

The demon supervisor trembled with fear and presented the mutated white demon egg to the Demon King, reporting the situation with trepidation.

The Demon King coldly glanced at the white egg on the table. In just a moment, he understood that some foolish angel had mixed up two eggs from the source of life.

He was just about to order his subordinate to throw this angel egg to God.

The white egg suddenly cracked with a kacha.

Kacha, kacha. The crack in the eggshell continued to spread, growing larger and larger until it completely shattered into a pile of powder and dissipated in the wind.

The demon supervisor folded his wings, his heart stopping. He covered his eyes with his hand, unable to bear to look, his very soul screaming.

Newborn demon cubs were ugly, with bared fangs and brandished claws. It was their most mischievous time, and the Demon King hated it.

He could almost foresee the tragic fate of himself and this mutated unlucky egg being cast out of the castle.

But after a long time without feeling the magic of being thrown out of the castle, the demon supervisor peeked through his trembling fingers.

Only then did he realize that the mutated little demon’s skin was fair and smooth, and his hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows were all an almost pure white color

A pair of small wings behind him trembled. The little albino demon slowly opened his eyes, and the pink eyes beneath his lashes were crystal clear and bright as he curiously surveyed the world.

“Ah, ah…” The little angel turned his head to look at the goat-like demon supervisor, then at the handsome and composed Demon King before him, and decisively chose the one with the higher face value.

He pressed his two hands on the solid wood table and, with a huff and a puff, trekked toward the Demon King on the other side of the table.

Finally stopping in front of the Demon King, the little angel waved his small hands, babbling and cooing, asking to be held.

The Demon King was slightly stunned. Before he could react, his hand had already reflexively reached out and pulled him into his embrace.

The little angel’s hand shot up and grabbed a few strands of the Demon King’s hair that were hanging over his shoulder. His two eyes curved into crescent moons, and he suddenly giggled.

The Demon King saw his appearance clearly and immediately understood the reason for his abandonment.

He was a flawed angel.

God was exceptionally strict about the appearance of his servants. Every angel, at birth, had to have golden hair and golden eyes.

If not, their soul was impure and they were not allowed to ascend to heaven.

This was probably the reason he had been abandoned by the angels at the source of life and, by a twist of fate, had been mixed in with the demon eggs.

The Demon King’s embrace was warm and comfortable. The newborn little angel lacked energy. Feeling the reassuring scent, he kicked his little legs a couple of times and, before long, fell asleep again.

The little angel’s soft lips were parted, and he let out a soft, purring breath. The Demon King lowered his gaze, and the corners of his lips couldn’t help but turn up.

His peripheral vision caught the demon supervisor’s wide-eyed expression, so surprised he could have eaten a whole cow.

The Demon King coughed lightly, held the cub in his arms, and said nonchalantly, “The situation with the mutated demon egg is very important. It will stay with me for now, under my care. You may leave.”

The demon supervisor left the castle in a daze, feeling that something was not right.

Facts proved that the demon supervisor was very prescient.

The castle housekeeper soon received an order. The Demon King needed an angel cub raising guide, as well as all the items an angel cub would need.

Having been the castle housekeeper for many years, even after winning the “Hell’s Best Housekeeper” award for two hundred consecutive years, Song Jian was still at a loss for a few seconds when he received the Demon King’s request.

But when his subordinates looked over, the housekeeper quickly adjusted his expression and, with practiced efficiency, sent someone to contact the hellish black market.

He also secretly revealed a piece of news: Hell’s relationship with heaven would probably ease in the future.

That evening, the guide to raising a little angel was delivered to the Demon King.

The Demon King scanned the guide, ten lines at a time, his long eyebrows raised. With his power, raising a little angel in hell was not a difficult task.

He walked to the bedside and looked at the little angel who had just woken up.

The little angel still didn’t understand what had happened to him. He was sucking on his fingers, his eyes wide with innocence as he curiously looked at the handsome man before him.

The Demon King’s lips curved in a good mood, and he poked the little angel’s nose with his fingertip.

“Little one, since you have nowhere to go, you can stay by my side from now on.”

The touch of his fingertip was smooth and delicate. The Demon King let out a low chuckle. “So cute… How about I call you ‘my precious’?”

A newborn cub’s skin was too delicate. Even though the Demon King hadn’t used any force, the tip of the cub’s nose quickly turned a light shade of red.

The little angel immediately pouted unhappily, reached out his hand, and stuffed the man’s finger into his mouth.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t grown any teeth yet. His soft mouth had no attacking power and could only make the Demon King let out a few pleased chuckles.

The news of the Demon King adopting the mutated demon egg quickly spread throughout hell.

The demons were in tears, all praising their king for his kindness. To have actually taken the initiative to adopt a mutated demon cub—he was truly their good Demon King!

The Demon King’s friend heard this news and rushed over from the West, traveling thousands of miles.

This Demon King, seeing the brand-new, golden castle that looked like heaven on the inside, was so shocked his jaw dropped. He almost suspected that his friend had been swapped out by heaven.

Only after seeing the little angel on his friend’s lap, holding a baby bottle with both hands and obediently drinking his milk, did this Western Demon King finally come to his senses.

The other demons couldn’t tell, but he could see at a glance that the so-called mutated demon egg was not only an angel, but a congenitally disabled angel at that.

The Western Demon King immediately burst out laughing, mocking his friend for having been celibate for too long and directly upgrading from a bachelor to an old father.

And to adopt a little angel—was he trying to steal God’s thunder?

The Demon King lifted his eyelids and gave him an icy glare.

The next moment, the Western Demon King was swept up by a gust of wind and, screaming, was blown back to his home country.

The people of the capital were used to it, knowing that the Western Demon King must have said something wrong again and provoked their own Demon King.

“Babble.” The little angel who had caused the dispute was full. He grabbed the Demon King’s hair with one hand and shook the baby bottle with the other, his two big eyes blinking.

A smile appeared in the Demon King’s eyes, and the frost from before completely dissipated. He deliberately lowered his head, letting his hair fall so the little angel could grab it.

The man gently wiped the milk stains from his lips with a handkerchief and asked softly, “Is my precious full? Do you want to sleep?”

The little angel nodded.

So the Demon King put down his documents, stood up from his seat, and carried the little angel in his arms.

The carved gate closed behind the two of them. The handsome Demon King carefully held his treasure and, with his long legs, walked step by step into the depths of the castle.

In the deepest room of the castle, the originally dark, cold-toned furniture had been replaced with two colors.

Even a flawed angel would have a natural affinity for gold. Growing up in such an environment would be of great help to an angel’s development.

The little angel was placed in a soft, gold-threaded velvet quilt, and even his tender wings spread out happily.

He hugged the Demon King’s arm and, feeling the familiar sense of security, he purred and soon fell asleep.

The Demon King half-leaned against the bed, his long hair cascading down his back like a waterfall. His large hand rested on his precious’s back, patting it soothingly, and he also closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

“My precious, sleep well.”

The castle housekeeper was truly the best housekeeper in hell.

The angel feeding guide was effective and was highly praised by its only user—the Demon King.

The little angel was personally raised by the Demon King, and he handled everything from his food and clothing to his daily life.

His food was nectar brewed by elves, his clothes were silk gauze woven by mermaids, and even the servants and decorations in the castle were all to the little angel’s liking.

Under the Demon King’s meticulous care, the little angel grew like the wind and soon reached his most active and playful age.

Every day when he woke up, he would start running around the castle with the hellhound.

The servants secretly worried. The Demon King first hated ugly, newly hatched cubs, and second, he hated energetic, troublemaking demon children.

Although their little prince was different from most demons, quiet and well-behaved, he still had his mischievous and lively moments.

I hope the Demon King doesn’t kick him out of the castle because the little prince caused trouble.

The servants’ worries were not unfounded. The little angel had just learned to fly. He was playing with the hellhound in the corridor and, in his excitement, accidentally knocked over the Demon King’s favorite vase when turning a corner.

He hadn’t learned the restoration magic yet and stood beside the vase fragments, at a loss.

Glancing at the little prince’s red-rimmed eyes, the servant thought he would be kicked out for sure, and his heart was broken.

He also secretly calculated his gold coin savings, wondering if it was enough to raise a demon of this age.

The Demon King rushed over at the sound, but he didn’t even look at the fragments on the floor. As usual, he carefully picked up the little angel beside the fragments and patted his back to soothe him.

Large teardrops fell to the ground. The little angel buried his face in the Demon King’s embrace, his two little wings drooping as he whispered that he knew he was wrong.

The Demon King’s heart ached as he used his fingertips to wipe away the tears at the corners of the little angel’s eyes and asked softly, “Is my precious hurt? It’s okay. The vase wasn’t placed properly. It was blocking my precious’s path, wasn’t it?”

“It’s all my fault. Next time, I’ll move the vase. I won’t put it in the middle of the road, so my precious won’t knock it over.”

The little angel was confused. His original guilt, under the man’s comfort, completely disappeared.

He sniffled and nodded reservedly. “Okay…”

The two of them walked further and further away, leaving only the dumbfounded servant.

The only clear thought in his dazed mind was that their little prince would probably never be kicked out of the castle.

When the little angel reached the age to go to school, the Demon King was not at ease sending him to a demon school and personally taught him for four hours every day.

The little angel was naturally intelligent and quickly mastered the demon language, the elven language, and even the most complicated divine language of heaven.

One day, the Demon King went far away to the West to discuss and prepare for a celebration with the other demon kings. He had to postpone his teaching time and specially instructed the castle housekeeper to take the little angel to the capital to play and relax.

It was the first time he had been separated from his precious for so long. The Demon King was absent-minded, afraid that the little angel, alone in the castle, would miss him very much and might even secretly cry.

Before the meeting had even reached its second day, he had hurried away and traveled day and night to return to his territory.

The Demon King had just returned to the castle when the little angel rushed into his embrace with surprise.

His precious’s eyes were wide with excitement, his soft hair brushing against his shoulder as he kept calling him “Daddy,” “Daddy.”

The Demon King was speechless.

The man nonchalantly tightened his embrace around the treasure in his arms and asked softly, “My precious, where did you learn that form of address?”

“Shouldn’t I call you father?” The little angel looked up at the Demon King’s eyes, the tips of his wings trembling behind him as he bit his lip anxiously.

He had gone out with the housekeeper yesterday. The little demons being raised in the capital all called their male guardians that.

Could it be that he was not yet qualified to be the Demon King’s descendant?

The Demon King thought to himself. Although it was true that he had raised the little angel, he had a faint premonition that if he let the little angel call him father, something terrible might happen in the future.

Although he didn’t have time to delve into the reason, his premonitions had always been accurate. Since there was a risk, it was better to avoid it from the beginning.

The Demon King thought for a moment and said nonchalantly, “The title of father is too common. Why don’t you call me by my name, my precious, okay?”

“My name is ‘Pei Tingyu.’ This was my name before I became the Demon King,” the Demon King said in a warm voice. “My precious, I’m only telling you.”

“You can call me Tingyu.”

The little angel was stunned for two seconds, then a brilliant smile appeared on his face. He kept calling him “Tingyu,” “Tingyu” in the Demon King’s ear.

Every time he called, the man would respond gently, without any impatience.

“Tingyu.”

This name, which he hadn’t heard in a long time, being spoken from the little angel’s mouth, made the Demon King’s heart tremble. A strange satisfaction surged through his entire body, and the thought that this was how it should be emerged.

After calling the Demon King’s name many times, the little angel hugged the Demon King’s neck and finally smiled with satisfaction.

But in an instant, he realized another problem. His two eyes didn’t blink as he looked steadily at the Demon King and asked seriously, “Then do I have a name too?”

The Demon King’s gaze swept over the little angel’s hair and said softly, “My precious, your name is Bai Yan.”

This was the name that had appeared in his mind the first time he had seen his precious.

“Bai Yan… Bai Yan, it sounds so nice! I have a name too!” The little angel’s eyes curved into a smile, and he giggled happily.

And so, on this day, Bai Yan received the Demon King’s name, and also his own name.