LOT -Chapter 338 Modern Arc: Daddy Lin Is Forced Onstage

But once the dedicated karaoke practice room was set up, Lin Mo’s “true ability” shocked the whole family.

They even held a very serious family meeting because of it.

Bai Xiao rubbed his ears in complaint. “We absolutely cannot let Momo go on stage like this. If she sings, the two of us will be socially destroyed!”

The two of them were top students—excellent in morality, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor. If they let Lin Mo perform at the school anniversary… it would ruin them.

Lin Ran had been driven half-crazy by the constant noise these past few days. She took a sip of water, looking weak.

“Then what do you suggest? Neither of you is willing to turn down the teacher’s request, but you also have no talents to perform. You can’t just sit on the stage doing nothing, can you?”

How could something be want this and want that at the same time?

Lin Huan massaged his temples and sighed. “Let’s just use that little brat’s idea… I’ll go up in her place.”

The moment he said that, everyone stared at him.

Su Weiqin even patted his face, thinking he wasn’t awake yet. “Brother Huan, be serious. You two look alike, sure, but age matters. Even if you’re well-maintained, you still look like someone in their twenties. That’s different from a teenager.”

“And your height and build are completely different. The moment you step onto the stage, no one could possibly miss it.”

Of course Lin Huan knew the idea was ridiculous. But what else could they do? If even one alternative existed, he wouldn’t resort to this.

That little brat wanted reputation but had no talent—what could they do?

As he thought about it, Lin Huan glared at his two older kids. “Why didn’t the two of you inherit my face? If you looked like me, we wouldn’t be dealing with this headache!”

Lin Qi & Lin Ran: ……

Hua Yao took one look at her father-in-law, then at her husband and sister-in-law. She burst into laughter.

“That wouldn’t work either. If all five of you looked identical except Mom, people would think the four of you were excluding her.”

Ji Qianhua couldn’t help laughing too. That mental image popped into his head instantly—a family of five with identical faces, except for Lin Madam.

Tsk, amusing indeed.

Su Weiqin: ……

Lin Qi sighed deeply. He truly couldn’t think of a solution. He and his father were known as the capital’s top scholars, but even they couldn’t help the brat.

Acting?

Her acting was so bad it made people want to cry. Every time she was punished, the tears were squeezed out by force while she wailed dramatically.

Good thing it was her own family. Anyone else would never have gone easy on her.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo had no idea she was causing such chaos for her family.

She was utterly immersed in her own singing, convinced that after weeks of practice, her improvement was tremendous.

Every time she heard herself sing, she felt as if she were hearing a heavenly voice. Truly, practice solved all problems.

(Lin family: Please stop deluding yourself! Thank you.)

In the end, Lin Huan was pushed onto the metaphorical duck rack—forced by the entire family.

They absolutely could not let the little brat go up and embarrass herself, or else she’d come home crying for half a day.

“What! Dad is going on stage instead of me? But didn’t he reject this before?”

Lin Mo was stunned. She’d practiced so long—and now he was replacing her?

Lin Qi looked at his shocked little sister. “It’s because we don’t want you to embarrass yourself. Even if you practiced hard, you can’t compete with Dad.”

“Dad’s calligraphy, painting, guqin, flute—every one is a masterpiece. Any one of those would stun the entire auditorium. Don’t you want your classmates to admire and envy you?”

Lin Mo wavered. But… she’d worked so hard on her singing…

“But I’ve already finished practicing my song! Wouldn’t all that effort be wasted?”

She could have spent the time playing games, watching dramas, reading novels and anime…

Now it was all gone. Her heart hurt.

Lin Qi exchanged a look with Hua Yao. She immediately understood.

“Momo, singing is too common. Everyone sings, and many sing very well. Standing out is hard.”

“But traditional arts? Dad can do sword dance, calligraphy, guqin, flute—anything he performs will blind everyone with brilliance. And everyone would think the credit belongs to you. Doesn’t that sound great?”

The more Lin Mo listened, the more perfect it sounded.

Her dad performs, but she gets the glory. Perfect!

Seeing her smile, everyone sighed in relief.

This girl had one advantage—she was easy to coax. Praise her a little, boast about her a little, and she’d lose all sense of direction.

Bai Xiao sighed at Lin Mo, who was already daydreaming proudly.

Lin Huan hired a professional makeup artist. One way or another, they had to try.

The makeup artist froze the moment she saw the two identical faces. “You two brothers look so alike! I’ve never seen siblings who look THIS identical.”

Lin Mo proudly corrected her: “Wrong! This is my dad. And I’m a girl, not a little brother.”

The makeup artist nearly dropped her brush.

This man looked at most thirty. How could he have such an old daughter?!

And the girl… her gender was questionable. Aside from slightly softer features and baby fat, she was a copy of her father.

Lin Mo smirked proudly at the makeup artist’s shocked face.

A well-maintained father meant more bragging rights. Good-looking parents meant she shone brighter when she showed them off.

“Makeup artist sister, your task today is to make my dad younger. As close to me as possible. Ideally, make him look identical to me.”

The makeup artist nodded blankly. It wasn’t even hard—just soften the features and reduce the apparent age.

But this dad… this dad was too well-maintained. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, that face—why didn’t he join the entertainment industry?

He even had that scholarly, noble aura. When he looked at her earlier, her legs nearly gave out.

The little “brother”—no, sister—had a completely different feel. Clear eyes, open personality, innocence untouched by society.

Lin Huan listened to Lin Mo chattering nonstop, helpless.

She could talk to anyone. Others said two sentences and she’d reply with ten. She could extract eighteen generations of ancestors out of someone in five minutes.

When makeup was done, he was genuinely shocked.

This was incredible. Not 100% identical, but at least 95%. Their eyes were different—he couldn’t imitate the brat’s clear, stupid innocence.

Lin Mo practically vibrated with excitement. “Wow! Dad, you look EXACTLY like me! You even have baby fat!”

The makeup really did make his face rounder.

Then came the clothes. For a guqin performance, he needed ancient-style attire—and that was simple. They were originally from ancient times, after all.

Lin Huan recreated a full look, complete with long hair. He even imitated the brat’s old hairstyle.

Aside from height and build, they were unnervingly identical.

When he returned home, the whole family was stunned.

Su Weiqin even squeezed his face to check if the baby fat was real.

Lin Mo was excited the entire time. Tonight was the school anniversary, and she couldn’t wait to shock everyone.

She had already planned the entrance.

She would walk on stage first. Behind her would be a screen. Dad would hide behind it. After her introduction, she’d slip behind the screen and hide, letting Dad take over and play.

The lighting would be dim and atmospheric. He’d kneel while playing, so no one would notice the height difference.

Perfect!

The homeroom teacher was baffled but followed the plan. Students truly had wild creativity.

At night, the whole Lin family arrived at the auditorium. Lin Huan hid behind the screen early. This was his first time doing something so sneaky. Good thing his old colleagues weren’t present.

Lin Mo walked on stage in her ancient outfit, and the auditorium exploded in screams—especially from the girls.

The Lin family finally realized how popular she was.

Su Weiqin clutched her chest. “Momo is so well-liked? I never expected this…”

Lin Qi: “Of course. Someone even confessed to her. Lots of girls like her.”

The row of Lin family members drew attention too.

Many girls peeked at them secretly.

“Wow! That must be Lin Mo’s family. They’re all so good-looking!”

“That’s her mom—I saw her once. She’s so young! Looks like her sister!”

“The others must be her brother, sister-in-law, sister, and brother-in-law. Her brother is gorgeous! And the sister-in-law is so handsome! Her sister is stunning too. Brother-in-law is so cool—and his vibe is similar to Lin Mo’s.”

“Pfft!”

The Lin family couldn’t hold back their laughter—except Ji Qianhua.

His vibe? Similar to that brat?

He was a battle-hardened general!

How was he anything like her?!

Lin Ran leaned over. “See? I told you you’re getting more like her. You didn’t believe me.”

When he first returned from the frontier, he looked fine. After being home a while, his skin got fair. His mind got empty.

Lin Ran had long accepted this fate.

Lin Mo’s speech was incredibly captivating. In ancient attire, she looked exactly like a noble young master—unrestrained and elegant in a way no one could imitate.

After all, she had actually lived that way for over ten years. A true youthful powerhouse, a young lord whose actions influenced the court— (Not that she knew that part.)

After introducing herself, Lin Mo flicked her sleeves and went behind the screen.

The lights shifted, and a silhouette appeared on the screen as it slowly—