VHBF -Chapter 113 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 3)

Yinyin looked as if she were about to cry. “Daddy, you bit me!”

Silence. Absolute silence—dead, suffocating silence.

“Tick, tick…”

The wall clock chimed as it struck the exact hour and minute, breaking the stillness in the room.

Mo Linqing took a deep breath, set Yinyin down from his arms, bent over to her eye level, and explained, “It wasn’t me.”

Of course Yinyin knew that the one who bit her wasn’t this daddy—it was that other bad daddy. But she deliberately said nothing.

Her chubby hands tried to cross over her chest, but they were too short to manage it. In the end, she clasped them in front of herself, turned her body halfway around, stuck her little bottom toward Daddy, and snorted. “It was you! I’m going to tell Grandpa that Daddy bullied me—and even bit me!”

Mo Linqing: “……”

In the bedroom, there was a notebook used to record all the strange and inexplicable things that happened to Mo Linqing. He knew something was wrong with himself—there were periods of time when his memory was blank, and his behavior completely unbelievable. Mo Linqing suspected that there was another person living inside him.

Judging from the fact that he had just woken up holding a chubby little dumpling with clear bite marks on her face, Mo Linqing solemnly wrote in the notebook: “Danger level to infants: Level 1.”

Yinyin had only stayed with Daddy for a single day, yet she was already being sent back.

The reason: she was too noisy.

When Mo Linqing first agreed to take this child in, it meant that in his life planning, he was willing to include her—he wouldn’t arbitrarily send her away again.

With his intelligence, it wasn’t hard for him to understand the old man’s intentions. The old man simply wanted, while he was still alive, to send the child to his side—so he could get used to caring for her, build a bond. That way, when the old man eventually passed on, he wouldn’t have to worry about the family—one big, one small.

The grown one was hardly reassuring, spending every day in the laboratory, practically taking root there. The little one was still so young, with no one to care for her—how could anyone feel at ease?

Understanding it was one thing, but yesterday’s incident made Mo Linqing realize that he wasn’t suited to raising a child. Based on his observations, even without memories, he could infer what kind of personality that other person had during the time he lost consciousness.

He didn’t know much else, but Mo Linqing knew this person was highly dangerous. The instability and uncontrollability of that personality made him a serious risk.

And clearly, “he” had taken an interest in the cheap daughter Mo Linqing had brought home.

The moment Mo Guosheng saw his little granddaughter, he pulled her into his arms and patted her small head. Yinyin looked up at him with reddened eyes. “Grandpa, Daddy doesn’t want me anymore. He told me to come back!”

Her chubby little face puffed up as she spoke—angry and deeply aggrieved. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to complain about Daddy yet, and Daddy had already sent her back.

The man put on a fresh pair of glasses—still the thin gold-rimmed kind that suited his cool, aloof temperament perfectly.

He adjusted the frame and glanced at Yinyin, who was clinging to the old man’s side, short legs and all, her little mouth very adept at tattling.

That look was indifferent and calm—like a sleeping tiger gazing at a small cub baring its tiny claws, fierce in a babyish way.

“She’s too noisy. My place isn’t suitable.”

“And you know my work—I’m often not at home.”

Mo Guosheng was left speechless for a moment. He had deliberately stuffed the child over to him, hoping he’d learn how to take care of a kid and maybe fix his habit of never being home.

Neither the three-year-old little brat nor the old man agreed with this arrangement.

Yinyin threw a tantrum, rolling around and refusing to be sent away. She hugged Daddy’s leg tightly, not letting him leave, clawing at him with all her might.

The system cheered her on from the side, “Go, baby! You’re the best!”

Yinyin became even more determined. Her chubby little face was drawn tight with effort, using all her strength to cling to Daddy’s long leg, absolutely unwilling to let him go. If he had to go, then he had to take her with him.

Though Yinyin didn’t like to admit that she was a burden, in her current state she really did look like one—a little oil bottle dragging behind him, like a pendant hanging off Second Master’s leg. The guard and Aunt Wang couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

Mo Guosheng coughed lightly too. A granddaughter—well-behaved, adorable, and clingy. Such a little darling—how could his son possibly have the heart to refuse? He just couldn’t understand it! Other people wanted her and couldn’t even get the chance!

Take the daughter-in-law’s natal family, the Su family, for instance—there were plenty of people there willing to take the child in. They’d even argued with him over it.

Mo Linqing lowered his head. The chubby dumpling clinging to his leg was holding on tight. Every step he took dragged her along—she was completely stuck to him, impossible to shake off.

For the first time in his life, Mo Linqing encountered a problem that truly stumped him: a stupid, sticky little cub.

In the end, Mo Linqing didn’t manage to leave that day. That night, he stayed at the Mo family’s old residence. Fortunately, he had just finished a project and didn’t have any urgent team-leading work at hand, so he was on a fairly long break.

Downstairs, grandfather and granddaughter played happily, their voices drifting upstairs from time to time. They played until nine o’clock, then each returned to their own rooms to sleep.

Yinyin was restless even when it was time to sleep. She refused Aunt Wang’s storytelling and instead carried her storybook to knock on Mo Linqing’s door.

With perfect justification, she demanded that the newly appointed daddy tell her a story.

Mo Linqing: “……” This is never-ending.

Mo Linqing wrote down a note in his notebook:

“Things to know when raising a child: feeding, telling bedtime stories, no reasoning, extremely troublesome……”

……

The night was deep and still like water. The man sleeping on the bed had smooth brows, uncreased. After a moment, they finally relaxed, and the corner of his lips tilted upward. He did not open his eyes; his lips parted slightly, soundless, but the shape clearly formed two words:

“Idiot.”

When Mo Linqing woke again, he realized he had already returned to his own residence—the apartment complex next to the research institute.

Yinyin was sitting nearby, playing with her toys, occasionally sneaking glances at him. When she saw him look over, her eyes instantly lit up. “Ah! Daddy, you’ve changed back!”

Mo Linqing paused slightly. So that person had taken advantage of his absence to bring the child back again?

“……”

Mo Linqing no longer tried to send the child away, because he knew that even if he did, as long as that person wanted to—and had the time to act—he would definitely bring the child back again.

He looked at Yinyin a few more times, especially inspecting her chubby little face. Seeing that it was smooth and unmarked, he inexplicably let out a breath of relief.

Yinyin happily crawled over and leaned against his thigh, her milky little voice chattering nonstop.

“Daddy, that bad daddy brought Yinyin back.”

“Even though Yinyin doesn’t like bad daddy, Daddy, you should still learn from him. A daddy can’t just throw away a child. If you do, the police uncles will catch you.”

Mo Linqing: “……”

The researchers at the National Academy of Sciences’ Institute of Biological Agents discovered that Professor Mo hadn’t gone home for his holiday—he was still coming to the institute as usual.

No one found this surprising. Professor Mo truly loved this field. He loved the laboratory deeply; he was a king in the field of biological agents. All year round he rarely went anywhere else—most of his time was spent inside the lab.

What was different this time was that behind Professor Mo, there was a little tail following him in.

A small, round child clutched tightly to the professor’s pant leg with her chubby paws, taking tiny steps as she followed him into the institute.

Yinyin was very good-looking—plump and well cared for, with delicate and adorable features. Her eyes were lively, like a newborn little cub. When she timidly yet curiously peeked out from behind her daddy to look at people, even researchers who spent all year dealing only with data couldn’t help but break into doting, auntie-and-uncle smiles.

“Eh? Professor Mo, whose child is this?”

“She looks a bit like Professor Mo. Those eyebrows, those eyes—there is some resemblance.”

Mo Linqing gave a faint nod and said nothing more. The researchers were used to this and didn’t expect him to answer anyway. They all began guessing whether the child was a relative of Professor Mo.

Though letting Professor Mo take care of a relative’s child was already terrifying enough.

But the truly terrifying part was still to come.

They watched that cold, unapproachable figure walk toward the office—dragging along a Yinyin hanging off his leg…

From far away came Yinyin’s soft, childish voice as she called out: “Daddy, slow down, wait for Yinyin—”

The researcher who had asked, and the passersby who overheard: “!!!???”

The contrast was far too great, far too shocking. The entire institute was left stunned, jaws dropping clean off—beyond recovery.

After a long while, a female researcher with stars in her eyes froze mid–auntie smile, dazed as she muttered, “Um… what did that baby just call Professor Mo?”

“Professor Mo has a daughter?”

“When did he get married and have a kid? We’ve been at the institute for years and have never seen Professor Mo leave the lab for more than a week. When would he even have had the time to get married?”

The colleague beside her was just as stunned. He pinched his own face hard, and only after feeling the pain did he relax his hand. “Could it be that Professor Mo’s child was… born between him and the lab?”

“……You idiot, get lost!”

As the leading figure of the Institute of Biological Agents, Mo Linqing did have certain privileges. As long as he didn’t bring anyone into the laboratory or other critical areas, bringing a child into the institute was easily allowed.

Before long, the entire Institute of Biological Agents was buzzing with news:

The aloof, untouchable Professor Mo, who lived atop the snowy peak like a high mountain flower, had a child. A daughter about three years old. Supposedly chubby, walking like a little penguin—so cute it was explosive. Apart from a slight resemblance in looks, everything else—absolutely nothing—was alike!

At noon, people were already lying in wait at the institute cafeteria.

Anyone without urgent work rushed over to join the excitement. They wanted to “accidentally” run into Professor Mo bringing his daughter, to see what the ice-cold man’s child looked like.

Was the daughter of the utterly inhuman (literally speaking) Professor Mo also expressionless, with a stiff face—like a mini ice-mountain version of Professor Mo himself?

The researchers were disappointed—Professor Mo’s daughter was even more entertaining than the rumors said. She wasn’t icy at all; she was soft and cuddly! Super cute!

They watched as Yinyin walked for a bit, then stubbornly refused to move. Professor Mo simply lifted her up with one hand, his face cold as ever, and carried the child into the cafeteria to get food.

Mo Linqing frowned slightly. There seemed to be quite a lot of people in the cafeteria today. In the past, most of the seats at the institute cafeteria were empty; today, as far as the eye could see, it was full of people. Did everyone have nothing better to do than come eat?

It was Yinyin’s first time seeing so many people too. Uncles and aunties in identical white lab coats were all staring at her, strange smiles on their faces.

She lay against her dad’s shoulder. Feeling shy under all the gazes, she buried her little head against him and whispered into his ear, “Daddy, the uncles and aunties are so enthusiastic!”

Mo Linqing swept his gaze around and said, “All finished eating?”

Those who had come just to watch the excitement all shook their heads. Not finished—if they were finished, how would they get a close look at Professor Mo’s daughter?

“Professor Mo, why don’t you go get your food first? The head chef made his specialty dish today!”

The cafeteria auntie saw Mo Linqing come over with a child in his arms. Even though she normally didn’t talk much with Professor Mo, she couldn’t help asking, “Is this your daughter?”

“Oh my, everyone was talking about it this morning, saying you brought your child to work today. We were all wondering—Professor Mo, are you married?”

Seeing the cool, distant look on Mo Linqing’s face and his lack of response, the auntie felt a bit awkward.

Yinyin lifted her head and said in a milky voice, “Hello, big auntie! I’m Daddy’s little treasure. My name is Yinyin.”

The researchers dishing out food nearby couldn’t help laughing. Professor Mo’s little treasure?

Whether she really was Professor Mo’s little treasure or not aside, this child was definitely a treasure. The way she spoke was just too funny. After introducing herself, she nodded her little head emphatically. Knowing that the auntie in front of her was in charge of serving food, she tilted up her face and gave her a sweet, friendly smile. “Big auntie, please give Daddy more food in the future, okay? Let him eat until he’s full. When he’s full, he’ll behave.”

Mo Linqing: “……”

The entire cafeteria was amused by Yinyin. Everyone burst into laughter. They didn’t dare laugh out loud, so they bent over laughing quietly; a few people almost sprayed out their food.

Then they looked at Professor Mo again—cool and aloof like an iceberg. How could he have such a funny daughter?

How did someone with that kind of personality raise a kid like this?

The cafeteria auntie was delighted too and, without hesitation, added an extra scoop of food to Yinyin’s tray. She even reminded them, “Kids should eat lightly—less greasy food. We stewed some steamed egg today, want some?”

Mo Linqing kept a cold face and nodded.

After getting the food, they were supposed to eat at the cafeteria tables so it’d be convenient to wash the dishes later. But Mo Linqing—whether because he couldn’t stand Yinyin’s chatter or felt uncomfortable with the lively atmosphere—picked up the trays and left, heading back to the office.

As soon as he left with that amusing little ball of a child, the cafeteria exploded with laughter.

“Hahahaha, did Professor Mo blush just now? Did you see it?”

“I didn’t see that, but I did notice him adjusting his glasses a lot.”

“Who would’ve thought the famous iceberg demon of our institute would have a kid like this? Is this what they call extremes reversing?”

“Hey, hey, stop talking. Do you still want a future? The national treasure of our pharmaceutical institute is someone you can gossip about? If the dean hears this, won’t he skin you alive?”

With this appearance, Yinyin made a big splash at the research institute and left a deep impression on everyone. Professor Mo gained a new label: Iceberg Dad, Father of a Little Cutie.

Mo Linqing frowned as he watched Yinyin poke at the carrots, pushing them aside and eating the other dishes instead.

“Eat everything.”

“Not eating.”

“Then we’re going back.”

“Eat, eat! Daddy, I’ll eat!”

Yinyin scrunched up her chubby little face and, miserably, stuffed the carrots into her mouth. The carrots were steamed until soft and mushy—easy to bite. After chewing a couple of times, they went down.

Originally, everyone thought Mo Linqing didn’t care about anything and that taking over Yinyin was merely due to the old man’s request. They didn’t expect him to manage things so strictly. Even the system was a little surprised.

The villain’s main personality was the type whose intelligence was so high that things ordinary people didn’t understand were obvious to him at a glance. As a result, his personality was—cool and detached. Apart from research that interested him, nothing else caught his eye. Would someone like that really care about a child being picky with food?

Yinyin wasn’t deliberately picky. The body she had entered was naturally sensitive to the smell of carrots—like a natural enemy. They just hated each other.

Seeing how hard it was for her to eat, and after she forced down two more pieces, Mo Linqing said, “That’s enough.”

From that time on, Mo Linqing never brought the child to the research institute again. When he went the next day, quite a few researchers still looked behind him and asked why Professor Mo hadn’t brought his child along.

“Your daughter’s really cute. If you’re busy, bring her over—we’re free, we can help watch her.”

Mo Linqing: “……”

Mo Linqing was going back and forth to the lab frequently. Yinyin keenly sensed that Daddy was becoming a bit strange. Sometimes he’d leave just fine, but when he came back, the aura around him carried a hint of bad daddy—yet it wasn’t exactly him.

The system knew the Z virus was probably close to success.

In the original world, around this time, the villain’s secondary personality began gaining control of the body more and more frequently, for longer and longer periods.

In secret, he had produced a drug used to temporarily suppress the nervous system. As long as he drank it, he could briefly suppress the main personality and gain longer control of the body.

Judging by the current frequency, the research should have reached its final stage.

The system couldn’t intervene; the plot had to develop naturally. The only key was in the little cub’s hands. She could act as a butterfly, but she was too young—if you talked to her about viruses, apocalypse, or destruction, she wouldn’t understand.

So the system told Yinyin, “Your bad daddy has woken up. He’s going to do bad things—he’s going to wipe out your good daddy and everyone else. It’s time for you to help your good daddy, little cub!”

Whether Yinyin agreed with the idea that Daddy would do bad things or not was unclear. But when Mo Linqing came home late once again, Yinyin rushed up, grabbed his pant leg, and asked, “Where’s Daddy? Where did you hide my daddy?”

The man took off his glasses, his gaze darkening instantly. The corner of his lips curled into a crooked smile. He squatted down in front of Yinyin and pinched her chubby little chin. “Your daddy, hmm… he’s asleep.”

“I’m your daddy too. Come on, kid—call me ‘Daddy’ and let me hear it?”

Yinyin wanted to snort at him, but remembering what Uncle System had instructed, she endured it. Tilting her face up, she probed cautiously, “If… if Yinyin calls you Daddy, will you not do bad things?”

“What bad things have I done, little brat? Who told you that?”

Seeing the little cub’s face scrunch up in distress, “Mo Linqing” stayed in a good mood and didn’t pursue it further. A doll should smile to look pretty—being all wrinkled wasn’t cute.

For three or four days, the main personality of Mo Linqing didn’t appear again. The one showing up everywhere was the secondary personality pretending to be him.

He was completely different in temperament from the main personality—more high-profile. Once he could stay in control all day, he began bringing his daughter back to the research institute again.

In and out, no one knew what the secondary-personality Mo Linqing was thinking as he considered, in his heart, where would be the most suitable place to put the cub’s doll specimen in the office.

On top of the cabinet? Or inside the glass display case in the laboratory?