VHBF -Chapter 117 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 7)

When “Mo Linqing” woke up again, he realized the kid was no longer by his side.

Tsk. He didn’t even need to probe his memories to know that the brat had been sent away by that main personality guy.

Who was he guarding against—did it even need to be said?

A silver Panamera drove out of the garage. Among the uniformly black, low-key sedans in the garage, this was the only one that barely caught “Mo Linqing’s” eye.

The autumn sky was high and clear, the breeze cool and refreshing. With the car window open, gusts of slightly chilly autumn wind rushed toward his face. The corner of Mo Linqing’s lips lifted faintly. The more that main personality forbade him from doing something, the more he liked doing it!

If he could piss him off enough to make him disappear on his own, that would be even better!

On the fourth day Yinyin stayed at the Su family’s, Daddy came to pick her up.

Old Master Su and the old madam were both retired professors. With nothing much to do at home, they tended flowers and plants, read books, played chess, and casually helped look after the children.

School was on break. Three boys were playing in the courtyard with their little sister.

What were they playing? They were playing the childish game of house.

Three little male cousins—two of them wearing constipated expressions as they endured playing Yinyin’s “parents,” while the other, the somewhat withdrawn little Su Guoguo, because he didn’t like talking, was automatically roped into the game and became Yinyin’s new groom.

That’s right—they were playing a pretend wedding game where the bride gets married.

Old Master Su and the old madam watched from the side, smiles never leaving their faces.

Yinyin was just too amusing. Such a tiny little person, yet she had all three cousins running around at her command.

“Brother Guoguo, you have to stand here. We’re about to bow to Heaven and Earth.”

“Big Cousin, you’re the daddy—you have to hold Yinyin’s hand.”

“And Second Cousin, why are you crying? So ugly! You have to smile—smile, okay!”

Su Lin, Su Quan: “…”

Do you really have no idea why we’re crying?!

“Alright, from now on I can’t call you Cousins anymore. I have to call Big Cousin and Second Cousin Daddy and Mommy, and you have to call me by my name! My name is Little Mermaid.”

“Brother Guoguo is the Prince.”

Su Lin and Su Quan’s faces darkened again. They wanted to take back what they said two days ago—little sisters were not cute at all. She was a little devil!

But Grandpa and Grandma were watching from the side, so they had no choice but to keep playing…!

With a wooden expression, Su Quan held the tiny little sister’s hand and walked toward the “Prince,” little Su Guoguo.

Su Guoguo’s face visibly reddened. He didn’t say anything, just stood there as a prop prince, lowering his head and letting the little dumpling walk over to grab his hand.

When “Mo Linqing” arrived, he heard Yinyin’s excited, babyish voice coming from the Su family courtyard.

“Daddy, you can just send me here, okay? I’m going to marry Prince Guoguo now!”

Mo Linqing: “…???!”

With a numb expression, little Su Lin handed his “daughter”—the little cousin—to the autistic Prince Guoguo. At that moment, the young boy’s tender heart was filled with a sense of worldly weariness.

The Su family’s servants and the two elders were laughing themselves silly, unable to hold it in anymore. Yinyin shot them a glare.

“We’re having a solemn wedding! You’re not allowed to laugh!”

Yinyin was actually a little regretful—regretful that her real daddy wasn’t here. Otherwise, she could’ve made Daddy play with her.

Daddy was tall and handsome, much better at being a daddy than Big Cousin. Thinking this, Yinyin said to Su Guoguo beside her, “If only Daddy were here.”

Su Guoguo was already ten years old. Looking down at the tiny “bride” cousin, his hand being held by her chubby little paw, his expression turned both dark and red.

He thought that if his little cousin’s real dad came, he wouldn’t play anymore—it was too embarrassing.

But somehow, he was also a bit reluctant to give up this feeling of being accepted without reservations, of being needed.

Ten-year-old Su Guoguo felt there was nothing better than this feeling. Maybe he could endure it a little longer—willing to let little Yinyin torment him.

Long legs clad in black casual pants stepped into the courtyard. The man’s light laughter rang out.

“Daddy’s right here. Who are you calling Daddy?”

Yinyin turned her head. Her eyes lit up—she had just been talking about Daddy, and Daddy appeared!

She was just about to run over when she met Daddy’s eyes. Her gaze dimmed.

Not Daddy. It was that bad Daddy.

Seeing her stop in her tracks, her short little legs rooted to the ground, Mo Linqing couldn’t help thinking of how, when the main personality was around, the little brat would light up every time she saw him and pounce over, clingy like a leg pendant.

He suddenly felt a bit irritated. The darkness in his eyes deepened.

Once he turned her into a doll, it would be fine. A doll that couldn’t speak—he’d tuck it into his pocket, place it in a glass display case in the lab, and do whatever he wanted.

Su Lin and Su Quan felt awkward. Being dragged by their young cousin to play house and act as her parents—and then being caught by her real father—it felt especially shameful.

Seeing their cousin’s dad’s dark face, the two boys subconsciously took a step back, hiding behind Grandpa and Grandma, trying hard to minimize their presence.

Old Master Su smiled. “Linqing, what brings you here today? I heard you’ve recently taken on a new project?”

Mo Linqing hummed in acknowledgment. In front of outsiders, he still maintained the main personality’s cold, aloof genius persona.

He nodded at the two elders—this was already the limit of politeness for the main personality.

Lowering his head to look at the little brat, he said, “Playing house?”

“Daddy will take you home to play.”

Yinyin took a step back, clutching her small hands together, and shook her little head. “I want Daddy.”

The others found it strange—wasn’t this her daddy?

Did the child mean her deceased biological father?

But logically speaking, her biological father had only held her once at her first birthday banquet. After that, he’d been overseas on missions and never came back. The child shouldn’t have any memory of him.

Mo Linqing was amused into anger by the brat. His face remained the main personality’s cold expression, but behind the lenses, his pupils were unfathomably deep, like expanding whirlpools.

Su Guoguo accidentally looked up at his little cousin’s dad. When their gazes met, he froze, subconsciously pulling Yinyin back a step.

It was as if Mo Linqing only noticed him now.

This boy playing the role of his brat’s prince.

That action alone dropped Mo Linqing’s already-negative impression even lower.

“You’re also Yinyin’s cousin?” Mo Linqing asked.

Su Guoguo lowered his head, avoiding Mo Linqing’s gaze, holding tightly onto his little cousin’s hand, still not letting go. His hands and feet trembled slightly, though no one noticed.

But Yinyin, being the one held, noticed immediately. She stepped forward, blocking Guoguo, spreading her short little arms and lifting her small face.

“Bad—”

Under the man’s gaze, she forcibly changed direction. “Da-Daddy, you can’t bully Brother Guoguo.”

Mo Linqing adjusted his glasses. He wouldn’t stoop to caring about these little brats—sooner or later, they would all vanish along with this world anyway.

He cleared his throat, his aura cool and jade-like. “Say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa. We’re going home.”

Old Master Su and the old madam were displeased. They hadn’t spent enough time with their granddaughter yet, and he was already taking her away?

“Linqing, aren’t you busy these days?”

“I heard Peking University arranged a batch of interns to come over—you don’t need to guide them? After all, you’re an honorary professor at Peking University. You should take care of your own people, right?”

Old Master Su spoke kindly, his words perfectly proper, giving no sign at all that he was deliberately stalling to keep this guy from taking their granddaughter away.

The two older cousins had already slipped inside, peeking out from the room. Their sensitive little hearts had been poked by their cousin’s dad—

They felt this was a particularly dangerous person. Especially since they’d acted as this man’s daughter’s dad right in front of him—guilty as hell.

Su Guoguo kept holding Yinyin’s hand, refusing to let go. When Mo Linqing bent down to pick the brat up, he realized she wouldn’t move—her other hand was still being held.

Mo Linqing curled his lips, bent down, and faced Su Guoguo, forcing him to look up.

“Be good, kid. Uncle is taking your cousin home.”

Su Guoguo didn’t know where the stubbornness came from. He felt his little cousin’s dad was dangerous and didn’t want her taken away. He suddenly shoved Mo Linqing and grabbed Yinyin’s hand, trying to run.

Two children—one big, one small—were both lifted by the back of their collars.

Holding one in each hand, Mo Linqing smiled. “Since you’re so reluctant to part with your sister, how about coming home with Uncle and your sister?”

The words sounded like a joke. Mo Linqing was always known as cold and taciturn, and now he was even smiling. In the eyes of Old Master Su and the old madam, it felt extremely friendly. Because of the stark contrast to usual, the two elders even wondered if Mo Linqing liked Su Guoguo.

Although Su Guoguo didn’t like talking due to his temperament—introverted, shy, even slightly autistic—his intelligence was extraordinarily high. At just ten years old, he had already studied mathematics up to calculus. Many books adults couldn’t understand, he could figure out on his own.

He found books to read by himself. His family never lacked money for him, and he often bought online courses for himself, learning all sorts of things. In the sciences, he was an exceptionally rare talent.

Old Master Su practically regarded this child as the hope of the Su family. After a lifetime in education, Su Lin and Su Quan weren’t cut out for academics, but this grandson was very suitable.

Moreover, his personality resembled Mo Linqing’s to some extent—both high-IQ geniuses. Even if he wasn’t as monstrous as Mo Linqing, his talent surpassed many ordinary prodigies.

Quiet, detached from social niceties—just like Mo Linqing. Such people were best suited for research, wholeheartedly burying themselves in the lab, able to focus more than ordinary people.

So Old Master Su smiled and said, “School’s on break anyway. If you don’t mind the trouble, Linqing, you could let Guoguo go stay with you for a while. He could even help take care of our good little treasure.”

Mo Linqing put the little brat down, set him on the ground, casually wiped his fingers, and said, “Principal Su, I’m really sorry. I’ve been busy lately—taking care of one child is already a bit much.”

With that said, Old Master Su couldn’t push it further. He’d hoped Mo Linqing could guide Su Guoguo; learning by his side would benefit the boy. Ordinary teachers couldn’t teach Su Guoguo much—only a top-tier genius could.

Yinyin was forcibly taken away by Daddy. As she left, she wiped her tears, lying on Daddy’s shoulder, waving goodbye to Grandpa, Grandma, and her cousins.

With a nasal, sobbing little voice, she said, “Grandpa, Grandma, Yinyin’s going home now. I’ll come visit you next time.”

“Brother Guoguo, you have to be happy. Next time we’ll play together again. Next time, Guoguo can be the Little Mermaid, and Yinyin will be the Prince!”

Su Guoguo’s eyes shifted. Under his tearful little cousin’s gaze, he stiffly nodded.

Mo Linqing turned Yinyin’s head back with one hand, burying her face in his chest so she couldn’t see the people behind them. Only then did he curl his lips in satisfaction.

The silver Panamera sped along the road. Yinyin blinked in confusion.

“Daddy, this doesn’t seem like the home where Daddy and I live?”

Mo Linqing knew exactly which “Daddy” she meant. He reached out and pinched the brat’s chubby cheek.

“Of course not. This is Daddy and the doll’s home.”

“Who’s the doll?”

“Does Yinyin like dolls?”

“I like them. Dolls are pretty.”

“Good that you like them…”

Mo Linqing stepped on the accelerator, and the car went even faster.

He’d made preparations long ago. To gain more freedom to stir things up, he’d bought a piece of land in the suburbs and built a private estate.

Inside was a villa. Beneath the villa was a laboratory.

That was his territory. Raising the brat there would be just fine.