VHBF -Chapter 119 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 9)

Mo Linqing returned to the research institute once again—this time with the kid in tow.

The researchers were horrified to discover that the usually aloof, untouchable Professor Mo walked in holding his daughter in one arm, while his other hand carried a pink little bunny backpack. There was even a faint smile on his face.

…What was this? Did Professor Mo take a vacation and come back as a completely different person?

It had to be said—the researchers had hit the nail on the head.

In the past, whenever Mo Linqing appeared in public, he would always imitate the words and behavior of the host personality. But today was a little different.

He let his true nature slip out just a bit.

If the host personality was an extremely self-disciplined genius—cold, detached, indifferent to human relationships, devoted solely to research—then the secondary personality, Mo Linqing, was the exact opposite, completely and utterly divergent.

He was the other side that the host personality didn’t know when it was born—like black and white, like how the end of daylight is always night.

The secondary Mo Linqing was like a beast set free. Arrogant, willful, acting however he pleased, running rampant without restraint. His desire for destruction was terrifying. He pursued all things beautiful and pleasurable, and in his eyes, everyone else was nothing more than toys.

He was like the omnipotent demon everyone fantasizes about during their edgy teenage years—one who could defy heaven and earth, always ready to wreak havoc on the human world. The difference was that when such a demon truly possessed power and intelligence, it became a genuine fiend. Ordinary people’s edgy little demons were, at best, paper tigers pasted on a wall.

Daddy might have no manners, but Yinyin couldn’t be rude.

Sitting on her dad’s solid, powerful arm, with a lollipop in her mouth, the little girl’s sugary, milky voice greeted the researcher who stood frozen in place like a wooden statue.

“Uncle Li, good morni—duck.”

The researcher froze for a moment, utterly slain by Professor Mo’s little sweetheart. A middle-aged man’s heart instantly bubbled with pink foam as he hurriedly replied, “Good morning, good morning, good morning! Morning, little Yinyin!”

Along the way, the little dumpling greeted every researcher she met—whether she knew them or not. She felt she was being especially awesome today.

Her brows and eyes, three parts similar to Mo Linqing’s, were shining with spirit. She even leaned closer, hooked her arms around her dad’s neck, and said, “Bad daddy, see? You have to be polite to people if you want yummy food.”

Mo Linqing glanced at the bag in his hand and choked for a moment.

“……”

Inside that bag were all kinds of snacks and breakfast items the researchers had stuffed into his hands along the way.

They insisted the little treasure should try them. One especially green doctoral student who had just joined scratched his head and, under Professor Mo’s death stare, weakly added, “I… I saved those snacks for a long time. Professor Mo, they’re for little Yinyin to eat, not for you… uh.”

Mo Linqing: “……” Who the hell wants them?!

After Professor Mo carried the child into his office, the idle researchers gathered together to gossip.

“Doesn’t Professor Mo seem a little different today? Is it because he’s in a really good mood?”

“Last time, little Yinyin had to cling to Professor Mo’s leg by herself. This time, he just carried his daughter in.”

“Looks like their relationship’s gotten better?”

The researchers whispered animatedly among themselves. The new batch of interns also caught bits and pieces of the conversation—they were currently following these senior researchers to learn.

Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing exchanged a look, both seeing surprise in the other’s eyes.

Whether in the book or in Li Jiaxing’s previous life before his rebirth, Mo Linqing had always been a full-fledged demon. Before the apocalypse, he was cold and aloof like an immortal; he was the one who masterminded everything, and only after the apocalypse did his nature change, becoming far more wicked and unrestrained.

No matter what, at this stage of the plot, Mo Linqing should still belong to the cold, indifferent, never-smiling type. There was no way he should be a warm, doting dad—let alone personally carrying a child to work with a smile on his face.

Li Jiaxing leaned closer to Lin Ju and said, “Something feels off.”

“Could it be that Mo Linqing was reborn too?”

Lin Ju felt a little panicked. “We need to probe again in the next couple of days. The virus issue can’t be delayed any longer.”

…

The little dumpling was exceedingly proud. Sitting on the small sofa in Daddy’s office, she began distributing snacks.

She was a good child and knew the principle of sharing good things equally.

She didn’t give extra to the bad daddy just because the bad daddy was out now, nor did she give extra to the good daddy just because he was easier to get along with.

The tiny little dumpling had snacks piled messily in front of her. Her small hands pushed them around as she muttered, “This one’s for Yinyin, this one’s for good daddy, this one’s for bad daddy.”

“And this one… this one too—three, just right…”

Before long, she finished dividing everything. In her hands was one small packet of bread that couldn’t be split, so she decided to eat it herself. That way, it would be perfectly fair!

Mo Linqing had been listening to the sounds from her side all along. Only now did she finally stop, calling out in her soft, milky voice for Daddy to come over.

She pushed one of the neatly divided piles toward Mo Linqing and pointed at it. “Daddy, these are for you.”

Seeing Mo Linqing smile, the little dumpling thought Daddy must really like snacks. Since he was happy getting some, she seized the chance to earnestly educate him.

“Daddy, see? You have to be kind and polite. Only then will people be nice to you.”

“And most importantly, you’ll have things to eat and won’t go hungry.”

With great sincerity, the little dumpling imparted her life experience to the bad-daddy professor. Even though her life so far had only been three short years, she felt she understood far better than Daddy did.

After all, she was so popular—clearly her tiny life philosophy worked. The dumpling hoped Daddy could learn from it too.

Mo Linqing: “……”

What does it feel like to be solemnly lectured, in all seriousness and with heartfelt gravity, by your own daughter—a three-year-old little kid with a chubby face kept stern?

Mo Linqing felt that the primary personality really needed to come out and experience it for himself.

So in the very next second, Yinyin sensed that Daddy had changed—good Daddy was back.

His gaze became calm and indifferent. He looked at the three piles of snacks on the sofa and paused for a moment.

Yinyin suddenly pounced forward and hugged him tight. Her eyes turned red, watery with tears as she looked up at him.

“Daddy, Yinyin missed you so much!”

Mo Linqing already had experience dealing with this. Every time he had just come back out, Yinyin would rush over and cling to him—so tightly that you couldn’t peel her off even if you tried.

He stood where he was, letting the little one vent her overflowing emotions.

Yinyin had a whole pile of things she wanted to tell Daddy.

Sniffling in her tiny voice, she said, “Bad Daddy was really bad. At first, he wouldn’t let Yinyin go home, and even took Yinyin to another place.”

Mo Linqing’s eyes sharpened.

Yinyin’s tightly knit little brows relaxed. She rubbed her head against Daddy’s chest, then counted on her fingers. “Later, Bad Daddy became good again. He took Yinyin to the amusement park, and we ate little desserts—there was bread, little cakes, and even cotton candy.”

“Oh right, Bad Daddy is actually a good person. He was very good—he helped a little kid and scared away a bad guy.”

“And Bad Daddy promised Yinyin that from now on, he’ll be a good person and won’t do bad things.”

That last sentence came out a bit guiltily. Her small voice floated uncertainly. Bad Daddy hadn’t actually promised that—but Yinyin had promised to make him happy, so he wouldn’t do bad things anymore.

Yinyin was also afraid that the good Daddy in front of her would misunderstand Bad Daddy, afraid that Bad Daddy might disappear because of it. So she gathered her courage and, taking advantage of Bad Daddy not being around, quietly switched the concept.

Mo Linqing watched her go on and on, calling him “Bad Daddy” again and again, completely different from the previous times when she would cling to him and tattle nonstop about Bad Daddy bullying her.

Yinyin was still small and didn’t know how to lie. The moment she lied, her face flushed, her eyes darted around, and her little hands clutched his clothes even tighter. Mo Linqing naturally saw through the latter part—Yinyin was deliberately protecting her “Bad Daddy.”

His expression didn’t change, but the aura around him grew even colder.

After chattering on for a long while, Yinyin suddenly remembered something. She pointed at the three little piles of snacks on the sofa, offering them like treasures. “Daddy, I saved snacks for you!”

“This one’s for Bad Daddy, this one’s Yinyin’s, and this one’s for you.”

Perhaps noticing that Daddy didn’t seem very happy, Yinyin thought for a moment, then pulled out a small packet of bread—the extra one. With her little paws, she held it up to Daddy, her chubby face full of eagerness. “Daddy, this is for you. This one’s extra! You get one more bread than me and Bad Daddy!”

Mo Linqing lowered his gaze to the strawberry bread. Under Yinyin’s watery, expectant eyes, his long, jade-like fingers pinched the bread and took it.

“……”

Yinyin looked at him eagerly. “Daddy, try it?”

“It’s really yummy—sweet, with strawberry cream inside! Strawberry flavor!”

Mo Linqing: “……”

Seeing that Daddy still wasn’t moving, Yinyin swallowed, a little anxious, and cautiously tested the waters. “Th-then… should Yinyin help Daddy taste it first?”

“It’s really good—super soft and very sweet.”

So the pink, cartoon-packaged children’s bread ended up back in Yinyin’s hands.

Mo Linqing kept a straight face and helped her tear open the package.

Yinyin took it eagerly, even leaned in to sniff it, her face full of admiration. “Daddy, it really smells like strawberries. It must be super delicious!”

“Yinyin will taste it for Daddy first. If it’s not sweet, then you don’t have to eat it.”

Mo Linqing: “……”

On the first day Mo Linqing regained consciousness, under his daughter’s devoted offering, he tasted his first children’s bread in life—half of it.

“……”

Yinyin’s face was full of anticipation. “So? Is it good?”

“It must be really good, right? Daddy it’s so yummy he can’t even speak!”

Mo Linqing: “……” What exactly had that person been teaching his daughter?

Mo Linqing looked at the calendar again. Compared to the last time he had conscious awareness, the gap in time had grown even longer.

He had some understanding of dissociative identity disorder and had also consulted some professional texts, as well as asked a former schoolmate—a psychology PhD. His earlier premonition had finally come true.

There was a high probability that he had developed dissociative identity disorder.

Unlike ordinary mental illnesses, dissociative identity disorder does not directly endanger public safety, nor does it involve unclear cognition.

On the contrary, they possess the clear cognition and reasoning ability of a normal person.

Each personality has its own independent consciousness and worldview—even their personalities can be completely different. To a certain extent, they can be said to be two entirely different people. If put in more metaphysical terms, it was like two souls living in one body.

Some patients’ personalities are unaware of each other, each believing themselves to be the true owner. In other cases, the primary or secondary personality is kept completely in the dark, with no memory of the other’s actions—just like Mo Linqing’s current situation. The secondary personality could perceive the outside world and even share the primary personality’s memories, but Mo Linqing, as the primary personality, knew nothing about the other.

This situation was actually quite passive for Mo Linqing.

He knew his secondary personality was probably not simple, and his temperament certainly wouldn’t be good—otherwise, he wouldn’t take pleasure in bullying a child.

Originally, he had planned to find a psychological specialist. Whether it was to completely suppress the secondary personality so it could never appear again, or to integrate and absorb it, either would be the best choice at present.

He did not allow uncertainty to exist in his life. For someone like Mo Linqing, whose personality bordered on obsessive, this was extremely uncomfortable.

Yinyin cautiously clung to Daddy’s leg, trying to climb up. Having been indulged by the secondary-personality Daddy for several days, Yinyin had grown bolder, forgetting that the good Daddy in front of her was cold-natured and rarely held her.

She climbed a few times and, seeing that Daddy didn’t bend down to pick her up, stretched out her short little arms and tilted up her chubby face, asking Daddy to hold her.

She even muttered, “Bad Daddy always holds Yinyin. Daddy, you’re not good anymore—you’re even worse than Bad Daddy.”

Mo Linqing lifted Yinyin up and held her in his arms. Only then did she become happy, pushing her luck by wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing against him excitedly.

No matter how the system tried to brainwash her these past few days, Yinyin always felt that only when both Daddies existed together would Daddy be complete. For the first time, she didn’t listen to Uncle System.

After rubbing against Daddy a few times, she started acting spoiled, testing the waters. “Daddy, you can’t make Bad Daddy disappear, okay?”

“He’s also a good Daddy. He’s already starting to learn how to be a good person. Daddy, we should give Bad Daddy a chance—to let him become even better!”

Mo Linqing’s expression changed. For an instant, his gaze turned heavy—then, the next moment, confusion flickered across his eyes.

When he opened them again, those calm, cold eyes were smiling. He smacked a kiss onto the child’s chubby cheek.

“So good with words. Daddy really should learn from you.”

“……”