VHBF -Chapter 120 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 10)

Mo Linqing had a project that was neither big nor small under his supervision. Most of the time, it was handled by assistant researchers and interns.

But every day he would still drop by the laboratory, walk around, and offer a few pointers when he encountered difficult problems.

Lin Ju was also among this batch of interns. A project like this—unimportant yet with some weight—was an excellent stepping stone and learning opportunity for interns who had just stepped into the laboratory.

Occasionally, they would even be allowed to get hands-on practice.

While pretending to observe the data, Lin Ju kept an eye on Mo Linqing out of the corner of her vision.

He entered wearing sterile clothing, his expression calm and indifferent. Even when others greeted him, he responded in the same manner.

Lin Ju found it a little strange. This man changed faces so quickly. When he came in that morning, he had been holding his daughter, there was a hint of a smile on his face, and even his aura had seemed more flamboyant—an indescribable kind of dominance.

But now he was all cool and aloof again, as if he had returned to the original, cold, emotionless laboratory robot.

She temporarily suppressed her doubts. Perhaps the personality of a lunatic capable of destroying the world was simply something ordinary people couldn’t understand.

Lin Ju took the initiative to take on the task of delivering the data, planning to get close to Mo Linqing and have a closer look.

The other interns curled their lips in displeasure. This Lin Ju usually did things in a very unreliable way, her professionalism was terrible, and now she was proactively snatching the task of delivering the data analysis report—wasn’t she just trying to show her face in front of Professor Mo?

People who did research hated this kind of person most—someone who didn’t do proper work and lacked professionalism. Even if you were bad at it, at least be serious and don’t mess around; that would still make people feel a bit better.

Several PhD students present were Lin Ju’s seniors. Whether in seniority or academic background, they were all far superior to Lin Ju. Why should such a chance to show one’s face be given to a graduate student who was inferior to them in every way?

The interns who came to the research institute, aside from learning and gaining experience, all shared the biggest goal of becoming Professor Mo’s direct assistant—being taken under his wing to do research. With Professor Mo’s achievements and status in the field, that basically meant soaring straight to the top.

However, before anyone could agree, Lin Ju grabbed the printed data report and left.

The interns: “……”

Li Jiaxing, as Lin Ju’s boyfriend, could only smooth things over for her, laughing awkwardly and saying that Lin Ju had always been like this, someone who liked to be diligent and proactive in her work.

A female intern wearing glasses beside them said, “…Stop talking. You’re affecting the development of my little darling.”

The others burst out laughing. This female intern was responsible for cultivating a kind of northern mountain worm. The saliva of this worm contained a special substance with medicinal value and was one of the components of the current experiment. Since cultivation and saliva extraction were relatively easy, it had been assigned to a more capable intern.

Everyone turned to look at the two pitch-black, furry little worms wriggling in the transparent glass box and laughed until their shoulders shook.

On the other side, Lin Ju deliberately waited until Mo Linqing had returned to his office before going to see him.

She knocked on the silver-gray door. About three seconds later, a cool, low male voice came from inside. “Come in.”

Lin Ju took a deep breath, her expression turning solemn. She felt a sense of “if not me, then who”—this feeling of being a savior was really good. No wonder there were so many people in this world who liked to play the hero.

She steadied her emotions as much as possible. After entering, she quickly lifted her eyes to sweep over the man’s cool, handsome face, then lowered her head, not daring to look too much—afraid that this sharp, almost demonically intelligent man would notice something.

Mo Linqing said, “Put it on the desk.”

He didn’t even raise his head. In fact, Lin Ju was overthinking things—but since she didn’t look up, she didn’t notice that Mo Linqing hadn’t spared her a single glance.

In Lin Ju’s imagination, Mo Linqing might be staring at her at this moment, or he might have sensed something, or he might be examining her as a person. The only thing she hadn’t imagined was that Mo Linqing hadn’t given her even one look.

So what was Mo Linqing doing?

Several papers were laid out on his desk, but he hadn’t flipped through any of them. At the moment, he was being pestered by a clingy little bean.

Yinyin stood beneath the desk, hands on her chubby little hips, sulking at him. Her big round eyes were opened as wide as possible as she glared at her daddy.

That morning, Bad Daddy had appeared for a bit, kissed her once, and then disappeared again. After that, Good Daddy appeared. Yinyin pointed at her chubby little face and said Daddy had kissed her.

Yinyin said Bad Daddy had kissed her. Since Good Daddy and Bad Daddy were the same person, Good Daddy should kiss her too—only then would it be complete.

Professor Mo, who had never kissed anyone before and whose personality was as cold as an iceberg—how could he possibly take the initiative to kiss his little cub?

So the cub was angry.

Yinyin was small, and her body was completely blocked by the office desk. Not to mention Lin Ju not raising her head—even if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

At this moment, Yinyin didn’t make a sound. Lin Ju noticed nothing unusual. Hearing what Mo Linqing said, she understood the implication—that he was telling her to leave if she had nothing else to do.

For an instant, Lin Ju’s lowered face looked ugly. He was clearly a demon guilty of unforgivable crimes—so why could he put on such an immortal, aloof façade?

She hesitated. “P-Professor Mo, I—I have a question I’d like to ask. Is that… okay?”

Mo Linqing lowered his head and met the gaze of little Mo Yinyin, the baby who was sulking in silence. He said nothing in response to Lin Ju’s question.

Knowing what kind of temperament he had, Lin Ju suppressed the anger in her heart and asked again.

Mo Linqing continued to look at Yinyin. He even reached out and pressed down on her little head, because Yinyin was preparing to climb onto him—and attack him.

Mo Linqing said calmly, “Interns’ questions should be taken to the assistant researchers. Have other seniors guide you.”

If any other veteran researchers were present, they might even sigh that Professor Mo was unusually easygoing today. Normally, he wouldn’t explain this much—either he wouldn’t bother replying at all, or he’d simply tell you to leave.

Mo Linqing thought of the old man’s words: Now that you’re a father, you need to be a good role model for your daughter. You can be a genius and do whatever you want yourself—that’s fine. But your daughter is young; every word and action in front of her needs attention. Don’t let her pick up bad habits.

In this society, Mo Linqing’s personality and many of his behaviors were obviously not suitable for ordinary people. That was why the old master often emphasized that, in front of his granddaughter, he shouldn’t keep a deadpan face and should be more mindful in how he dealt with people.

Although Mo Linqing looked as though he hadn’t taken it in, in reality he was consciously restraining his behavior in front of Yinyin.

Lin Ju, however, was dissatisfied. Yes, Mo Linqing was impressive—but why did he look down on people like this? It was far too rude!

Remembering her original purpose for coming, Lin Ju exercised the greatest self-control of her life to suppress her anger.

She said, “Professor Mo, I heard that you’re researching a drug that can cure all terminal illnesses?”

Mo Linqing abruptly raised his head, looking at this girl for the first time. With his astonishing memory, all information related to her was naturally retrieved.

An intern from Peking University—one of only two transfer graduate students. The girl who had deliberately bumped into him that day.

After extracting the relevant information, Mo Linqing frowned slightly. “Who told you about this?”

“A project that hasn’t even been approved—you’re talking about it?”

“Do you know the consequences of prying into the institute’s confidential research?”

No one expected that someone who usually spoke as little as possible, looking detached from the mortal world, would be this sharp once he opened his mouth. A string of questions left Lin Ju speechless, panic rising in her heart.

She had lost her composure—she’d been too anxious. How could she ask so bluntly?

Now that Mo Linqing was asking where she got the information from, Lin Ju couldn’t answer for a moment. She could only stammer, “I—I studied your papers and knew that you had ideas in this direction… B-because I admire you so much, I wanted to ask whether this project has been approved yet. If I could enter the lab and help you, that would be great…”

Lin Ju realized that the more she lied, the smoother it sounded. She had been rash this time, yes—but if she could use this opportunity to enter Mo Linqing’s team,

then exposing him as an insider would be much more convincing.

She silently praised her quick thinking.

Lin Ju was still racking her brains, trying to avoid Professor Mo’s suspicion and get into his team to do experiments.

Yinyin had already waited long enough. She was very angry, glaring at her dad, and said in a milky, indignant voice, “Daddy!”

She successfully drew her father’s attention. Yinyin’s mouth pouted so hard it could hang a gourd, and she huffed angrily, “Daddy, I’m your little baby! Look at me!”

Lin Ju: “……”

She lifted her head in shock and looked at the desk in front of her. That soft, childish voice had come from behind the desk.

Lin Ju stood on tiptoe and looked inside, only seeing a fluffy little head, hair tied into a small topknot, with a butterfly hair clip pinned to it.

She froze. “……”

Mo Linqing looked at the little Yinyin standing there with hands on her hips, angry at him. As if giving in, he reached out, picked her up, and placed her on his thigh.

Now Lin Ju could see clearly—it was the little girl Mo Linqing had personally carried to work that morning.

Only three years old, a tiny bundle, bearing a slight resemblance to Professor Mo. Her features were round—round face, round eyes—and her little chubby body was round too. She was an extremely cute child.

Yet Lin Ju couldn’t bring herself to like her.

She felt irritated. Why did another three-year-old child show up to cause trouble again? She had been just about to test whether Mo Linqing had started this project, when he would start it, and whether she could get his permission to enter the lab openly.

And she was interrupted by this tactless child.

Mo Linqing reached out and patted Yinyin’s head soothingly. On the surface, Yinyin still tried hard to glare at her dad, but her little head unconsciously followed his large palm, even rubbing against it instinctively.

A trace of a smile flashed in Mo Linqing’s eyes. Hearing a slightly heavy breath, he remembered there was still someone beside him. He raised his head and said casually, “Your matter—have the department director talk to you later. For now, go out.”

Lin Ju’s eyes widened in disbelief. The director would talk to her? What did that mean? Could it be that not only would she not be allowed to join this team, but the director would also give her trouble—call her in for a talk?

This trip had brought her no gains at all, and she was about to face trouble instead. Lin Ju knew she had made a wrong move—she’d been impulsive.

Mo Linqing was a national treasure of the Institute of Biopharmaceutical Research. From the director down to the cleaning lady, everyone treated him with extreme caution, afraid of displeasing him in the slightest.

Knowing he was unsociable and disliked noise, they had specially arranged a private office for him, even equipped him with a private laboratory—treatment no one else had.

If he took a dislike to someone… Lin Ju’s scalp tingled. Would she be kicked out because of this?

She walked out of the office in a daze. Reaching the door, she subconsciously looked back.

That annoying child was standing on Mo Linqing’s leg, stretching out her chubby little hands to tug at his handsome face—and Mo Linqing wasn’t even angry?

After pinching her dad’s face, Yinyin felt she had vented her anger and wasn’t mad anymore. After pinching him, she even felt distressed. She leaned in, cupped Daddy’s face, and blew on it, saying it didn’t hurt, didn’t hurt. “Yinyin didn’t use much strength. Daddy doesn’t hurt.”

With Yinyin being bold enough to climb onto the desk, the data analysis report Lin Ju had submitted ended up under Yinyin’s little bottom. Yinyin bent her fingers and started settling accounts with Daddy.

“Daddy owes Yinyin one kiss. Write it down first.”

“And one trip to the amusement park. Um… cake, cotton candy… oh right…”

Lin Ju didn’t hear what came next. She closed the door to Mo Linqing’s office, and whatever was said inside could no longer be heard.

Sitting on the desk, Yinyin said, “Bad Daddy even took Yinyin to raise a puppy. His name is Dudu.”

“So Daddy has to do everything Bad Daddy did too.”

Yinyin was completely righteous as she declared, “The two Daddies are actually one. Daddy, you’re one body. So everything Bad Daddy did, you have to do once too. Otherwise—otherwise Yinyin will favor Bad Daddy…”

“Even though favoritism isn’t very good, if—if it’s uncontrollable, Daddy can’t blame Yinyin either!”

Mo Linqing: “……”

He couldn’t figure it out—just how had the old man been teaching his granddaughter?