VHBF -Chapter 114 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 4)

These past few days, Yinyin had grown familiar with that big demon of a bad dad. She was already used to trailing after him everywhere he went.

Once she got used to it, Yinyin’s courage grew too. She finally understood what System Uncle meant when he always said Dad would do bad things—this had to be the work of this bitey, bullying dad!

Before “Mo Linqing” entered the lab again, the doll-like child grabbed onto his leg. He didn’t rush to ask anything, only looked down at the conflicted little one with a half-smile.

Yinyin scrunched up her face and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Little brat, call me Dad first before you talk.”

“D-Daddy, where are you going?”

“Daddy’s going to make something fun.”

Yinyin still refused to let go and said earnestly, “Daddy, you have to be kind. You can’t do bad things, or—or else…”

Mo Linqing said, “Or else what?”

Yinyin covered her eyes, her milky voice fierce and aggrieved as she muttered, “T-then I won’t want you. I’ll want a good dad.”

Mo Linqing clicked his tongue. A good dad?

Could he not know exactly what kind of personality the main persona had? That guy wasn’t that good to this kid either. If he could avoid taking care of her, he would. It was always the kid herself who insisted on sticking close. And yet, in this little doll’s heart, that kind of man was still a good dad?

After he came out, he spent more time taking care of the child, bringing her wherever he went. His doll—he protected her too, never letting anyone bully her. The secondary persona Mo Linqing felt that this was what a good dad looked like!

Yet the kid avoided him like the plague, her heart set only on that so-called good dad.

Since gaining consciousness, the secondary persona Mo Linqing had never been troubled by anything. Now, he felt a trace of irritation. Dolls were better off as silent dolls—no bawling, no threats, and no favoritism!

Kindness? Mo Linqing sneered. In this world, only idiots believed in so-called kindness.

Destruction was far more fun—far more beautiful. Unrestrained destruction, blooming in its final brilliance—that was the most captivating sight.

Hypocritical gentlemen, naive and kind women, benevolent elderly people, innocent and adorable children—when the end truly came, when there was no way out, who would be the most beautiful then?

He had been anticipating that scene for a long time, replaying it countless times in his mind. Every possible outcome satisfied him immensely.

The lab door opened again. The man came out with a cold expression.

He unhurriedly removed his clean gloves and straightened his sleeves. When he stepped out and saw Yinyin sitting in his office, he wasn’t surprised at all.

“Was it him again who brought you over?”

Hearing the voice, Yinyin turned around and immediately rushed over. “Daddy, you’re out! Th-that bad daddy, he wants to do bad things! He said he wants to—wants to…”

Wants to do what again? Yinyin forgot. She stammered for a while before the system reminded her: “To make a virus.”

“He wants to make a virus,” Yinyin repeated in her soft baby voice. She didn’t know what a virus was, but System Uncle said it would make Dad—and everyone—die.

The virus named Z was actually something Mo Linqing was cultivating: a virus king modified to devour all other viruses.

Mo Linqing planned to nurture this virus king and, through it, develop a cure for the human terminal illnesses caused by viruses that could not currently be eradicated.

At present, the virus was still in the cultivation stage. Many genetic defects had yet to be fully overcome, and its nemesis—used for the self-destruction process after Z devoured other viral cells—had not yet been found.

In other words, it was like a seedling that hadn’t grown up yet—fragile, full of loopholes, and therefore easy to exploit.

The last time, the virus had undergone a mutation. After quickly destroying it, Mo Linqing added the mutation flaw to the original data and began cultivating it again.

That mutation had been the handiwork of the secondary persona “Mo Linqing.”

After the main persona discovered it and destroyed everything to start over, the secondary persona devised a super virus with camouflage capabilities. On the surface, it looked no different from the Z virus, but in reality it was an invincible super virus—highly replicative and extremely destructive. It wouldn’t kill you immediately; instead, it would cause human genetic mutations.

In the original world, after the Z virus was released as a treatment for terminal illnesses, it was widely used across the globe. People with incurable diseases gained hope and regained their health.

But less than half a year later, the Z virus awakened. It took control of the human body, caused genetic mutations, and turned humans into monsters. Because of its replicative nature, it soon spread to animals as well. Before long, aside from plants, every living creature with a breath left had mutated—just like the apocalyptic world in Resident Evil.

Those who survived the genetic mutation gained special abilities. Those who couldn’t turned into mindless zombies almost immediately. There was also a third type—people whose physical potential wasn’t sufficient. Though they endured the first wave of viral invasion, they failed to mutate into ability users. In the chaotic new world, they remained ordinary people.

As the developer of the Z virus, Mo Linqing was branded the number one culprit. From the godlike hand that saved terminal patients, he became the sinner who plunged the world into despair—a crime for which ten thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough atonement.

Mo Linqing had expected the secondary persona to cause trouble, but he never imagined he harbored such a chuunibyou fantasy of destroying the world.

Hearing Yinyin talk about the virus, he merely assumed she was parroting things she’d picked up while tagging along.

Seeing that he didn’t take it seriously, Yinyin grew unhappy. She scrambled up onto a chair and stared at him face to face, trying her hardest to widen her eyes as she emphasized, “Daddy, bad daddy really wants to do bad things!”

“Bad daddy?”

Yinyin tugged at her fingers, her cheeks flushed shyly. “Daddy is number one good. Bad daddy is second.”

Under Yinyin’s relentless pestering, Mo Linqing returned to the lab once more. After observing for quite some time, he found nothing abnormal.

However, while all the viral data appeared fine, its activity level had increased significantly.

Mo Linqing grew cautious. He took out his notebook and recorded the time of this awakening. Compared to the previous record, it was almost four days later.

The interval was getting longer.

Yinyin’s maternal family was a renowned scholarly clan.

Nearly everyone in the family worked in education. Old Master Su and the old madam were retired professors from Peking University. Old Master Su was an honorary principal, and his eldest son worked in the education bureau.

The second daughter was the family’s only oddball—she attended a military academy and became a soldier, later marrying the eldest son of the Mo family, who also came from a military background. The youngest daughter was just as rebellious as the eldest—she didn’t follow the conventional path, started her own company, and was now the CEO of a clothing brand.

After the eldest daughter and her husband were killed in the line of duty, the atmosphere in the Su household remained gloomy for a long time.

The old madam wiped away tears every day, thinking of her daughter who’d passed away so young. She couldn’t eat or sleep well.

She had considered bringing her granddaughter back to raise by her side. But that child was also the Mo family’s only grandchild, and that stubborn old man Mo Guosheng absolutely refused.

He even decisively transferred the granddaughter under his youngest son’s care. With the guardianship procedures already completed, what could the maternal family do?

The old madam pondered it for a long time without understanding.

Finally catching her breath one day, she wondered whether she should call Old Man Mo and ask to bring her granddaughter to the Su household for a few days. She missed the child terribly and wanted to dote on her, helping her departed daughter take care of her precious little girl.

When the call went through, Mo Guosheng laughed loudly and said, “Principal Su, Comrade, Yinyin isn’t with me—she’s with my son. Those father and daughter have been getting along so well lately, they’ve practically forgotten about me, the grandpa.”

The words sounded sour. Old Master Su didn’t want to argue with such a brute, so he hung up and told his wife.

The old madam said, “No, no. You know that Mo family boy—cold-hearted and cold-blooded. How could he possibly take care of a three-year-old child?”

“The more he says that, the less reassured I feel. Call our son and tell him to come back and bring our precious baby to stay at our place for a while.”

Ordered around by his mother, Su Yan—the director of the education bureau—made the trip. When he arrived, Mo Linqing was just about to head home with Yinyin, and the two parties met at the entrance of the residential compound.

Su Yan, around forty years old, carried the refined air typical of a scholarly family. He smiled and greeted Mo Linqing—his sister’s brother-in-law.

Then he looked down at the child holding the man’s hand.

The child was adorable, blinking up at him. Su Yan smiled. “Yinyin, I’m your uncle. I even gave you a red envelope during the New Year before. Don’t you remember?”

Knowing children were young and forgetful, Su Yan didn’t mind and teased her deliberately. “They say nieces are especially close to their uncles. Didn’t Yinyin miss Uncle at all?”

At the word “red envelope,” Yinyin’s eyes lit up. Even if she didn’t remember, she had to pretend she did. She quickly waved her hand. “I remember! You’re Uncle!”

Afraid Uncle wouldn’t believe her, she added proudly, “I even remember Uncle’s phone number!”

Yinyin’s memory was astonishingly good. She had long since memorized all the elders’ phone numbers from Grandpa’s address book—the ones she could tattle to.

Now it finally came in handy. With her little hands behind her back, Yinyin paced in place and recited the number in her soft, babyish voice.

Su Yan thought the child was just bragging, but she really remembered—even his number.

Thinking the child genuinely held him in her heart, Uncle Su felt his heart soften. Girls were indeed more considerate. No wonder the saying went that nieces were close to their uncles—it really made sense.

The two little brats he’d raised were nothing like this. They never stuck close to him, never thought about him. Whenever they saw him, they wished they were eight feet away, just in case he opened his mouth to talk.

Su Yan would bet that those two stinkers definitely hadn’t memorized his phone number. If they lost their phones, they wouldn’t even know where to call.

Su Yan explained his purpose, saying the elders at home missed their granddaughter and wanted to bring the child back to the Su family for a few days.

Mo Linqing nodded lightly, with no intention of keeping her.

Under Yinyin’s constant nagging, he had begun paying attention to the Z virus. Its activity level was excessive, and its growth rate far exceeded his original estimates.

Under these circumstances, it wasn’t appropriate to keep the child by his side.

Seeing him agree so readily, Su Yan took a good look at this young professor—a biopharmaceutical prodigy who had become famous in Beijing’s circles from an early age. Especially among those in education, Mo Linqing’s name was thunderous. Back then, Peking University—where Su Yan’s father worked—had tried hard to recruit him. Missing out on such talent had been lamented for years.

Whether such a person had good character was hard to say—but whether he could take care of a child was even more questionable.

Was it because he didn’t care about the child that he didn’t mind who took her away?

Even if Su Yan didn’t ask so bluntly, his gaze carried a hint of scrutiny.

Mo Linqing said, “I’ll come pick her up in a few days.”

That sounded decent enough. Su Yan took the little schoolbag from his niece and was about to carry her away.

But could Yinyin be the kind of child who’d let herself be carried off so easily?

Daddy hadn’t even left yet—how could she possibly leave so easily?