VHBF -Chapter 134 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Extra 2)

Time ticked by, second after second.

Several survivors raised their weapons, edging a few steps farther back while standing guard beside Mo Linqing. If the kind of sound-based mutant zombie known as a “Disguiser” burst out from inside, they could intercept and kill it in time.

Mo Linqing, however, wasn’t nervous at all. Not because he was strong, but because even death itself didn’t strike him as particularly frightening.

His long fingers rested on the small cabinet door that was making the noise. He paused, making everyone else hold their breath.

Mo Linqing let out a soft chuckle.

The cabinet door was slowly pulled open, light from outside pouring into the enclosed space.

Yinyin squinted, covering her eyes with her two chubby little paws, peeking through the gaps between her fingers.

The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became.

The next second, someone grabbed her by the collar. The entire dumpling-like child was lifted into the air by a pair of long, slender hands.

Mo Linqing clicked his tongue.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

This… how could it be a child? And a three-year-old toddler at that?

Three years into the apocalypse, malnutrition and the constant struggle to survive had caused the birth rate to plummet. It was already rare to see young children—mostly all you saw were grimy adults.

Yet right before them was a child who looked only three or four years old. Not only was she a genuine milk-fed toddler, she was also better-looking than anyone present.

Look at her—fair and chubby little body, lotus-root-like pudgy arms, round cheeks, and a clean pink dress. She looked like a delicate, adorable doll.

Not only did she look better than people in the apocalypse—before the apocalypse, she would’ve been the kind of child doted on and carefully raised by her family.

Mo Linqing held Yinyin under the armpits, setting her in front of him and examining her carefully.

Once Yinyin adjusted to the light, she was so happy she was on the verge of tears. She’d finally found Daddy! Uncle System hadn’t lied—Daddy really had come to find her!

She stretched out her chubby arms, lifting them high, and called out in her soft, milky voice,
“Daddy!”

Everyone: “!!!”

They’d thought a zombie would come out of the cabinet. Instead, a toddler appeared—and she immediately called the strongest person in their team “Daddy”?

Mo Linqing narrowed his eyes, scanning Yinyin’s face. Yinyin smiled brightly, her big eyes full of affection and surprise.

Everyone’s gaze flicked back and forth between Mo Linqing and the child in his hands, and they made a horrifying discovery—

This kid actually did resemble Mo Linqing a little!

Could this child really be the strong man’s biological daughter, lost somewhere outside?

Mo Linqing noticed it too. Others might suffer from “lamp-under-the-black” blindness and fail to see similarities, but as a split personality, he knew the appearance of the main body better than anyone.

Yinyin wasn’t shy at all. She asked to be held, whining, “Don’t hold Yinyin like this, Yinyin is uncomfortable.”

Her babyish voice carried quite a few demands.

“Daddy, Yinyin is hungry.”

“Yinyin wants to eat mantou and drink yogurt.”

“And if—if there’s cake, that’d be even better.”

Several people couldn’t help swallowing.

Yogurt? Mantou?

In the apocalypse, those were the rarest things imaginable.

Yogurt had disappeared in the early days—short shelf life, no production. Want to drink it? Dream on. Having clean water to drink was already a blessing.

As for mantou, freshly made flour food—it had been dirt cheap before the apocalypse, one yuan for a big one. Now only large bases had it. With supplies becoming scarcer, flour itself was a luxury. Only top officials could eat it. Ordinary people had long forgotten what mantou tasted like.

It would’ve been fine if Yinyin hadn’t mentioned it. Once she did, everyone couldn’t help recalling the taste, their stomachs growling again.

Before the apocalypse, even an average family could easily buy such things for a child. But now…

Seeing her righteous, matter-of-fact expression, no matter how cute she was, people couldn’t help questioning reality. Just what kind of golden nest had this child grown up in?

Opening her mouth and asking for mantou and yogurt—why not just ascend to the heavens?

Mo Linqing laughed and picked Yinyin up, feeling the satisfying squishiness, even bouncing her slightly.

“Little brat, want to eat something?”

“Daddy, I’m not called little brat. My name is Yinyin,” Yinyin protested seriously. “Yinyin is Daddy’s little treasure!”

“Yinyin? Little treasure?”

“Of course!” Yinyin puffed up proudly, pushing her luck as she stretched her arms to barely wrap around Daddy’s neck, rubbing against him.

“Good thing Daddy came to save me. Yinyin was scared.”

Along the way, Yinyin chattered nonstop. The survivors following behind Mo Linqing listened the entire time, and the more they heard, the more they felt—

Either this child had mistaken him for her father, or she truly was his daughter. Otherwise, how could she sound so convincing?

If they hadn’t personally seen Mo Linqing enter the place with them and lift the child out of the cabinet under their watch, no one would doubt this was a biological father and daughter.

The kid was so naturally familiar—her attitude toward the strong man was intimate and casual, just like a long-acquainted parent and child. Saying they weren’t related would be hard to believe, especially since they really did look somewhat alike.

Mo Linqing stopped walking and pinched Yinyin’s chubby cheek. “Where did you come from?”

“You know me?”

Yinyin nodded. Of course she knew him. “How could Yinyin not know Daddy?”

Asked where she came from, she just blinked, unable to explain. Anyway, she came to find Daddy.

Everyone assumed she was just too young to explain clearly.

Mo Linqing somehow produced a small pack of bread and a bottle of mineral water and handed them to her. “Eat.”

The survivors behind him touched their flat stomachs, suddenly feeling a bit envious of the kid.

If they’d known that shamelessly acknowledging a father meant free food, drinks, and protection from a strong man, they would’ve done it too!

Who cares about pride? They dreamed of finding a sugar daddy to provide food and shelter!

Sure enough, there was one simple-minded guy—a tall, burly man in his twenties or thirties with a square face—who scratched the back of his head and came over. “Sir, uh… do you still need a son? How about adopting me?”

Mo Linqing shot him a glance—the kind you’d give an idiot.

The guy’s companions hurriedly dragged him back. Was he trying to die?

Did he think he was a sweet, pink-and-white three-year-old dumpling?

Forget the strong man—even they found it eye-searing. Not throwing him three meters away already counted as polite.

Heading north, they reached Destruction Base in just three days.

Destruction Base—the headquarters of humanity’s public enemy, Mo Linqing—was a fortress built by his lackeys, located in a northern city. The area had perpetual snow and frigid weather. Even after the apocalypse, it remained a world of ice and snow.

The scenery was quite beautiful—clean and pristine, much nicer than the filthy, chaotic cities elsewhere. But ordinary people rarely set foot here. No clothes, no food—how would you keep warm? You’d freeze to death.

Along the way, Mo Linqing sat in the passenger seat of a military vehicle. A young man drove; Yinyin sat on Mo Linqing’s lap.

Mo Linqing kept pulling out snacks for Yinyin. No one knew where he got them from, and no one dared ask. They privately speculated—could the strong man be a legendary spatial ability user?

Upon entering North City, Mo Linqing produced a down jacket. It was clearly his—big and long, wide enough to be used as a blanket for Yinyin with plenty to spare.

Wrapped completely in the jacket, Yinyin showed a silly, blissful grin.

When Daddy picked her up, she boldly cupped his face and planted a kiss on his chin. “Daddy is the best!”

Though she didn’t get yogurt, Yinyin was full. She was young, but not stupid—she’d seen what the uncles and aunties were eating.

And they still weren’t full. They were so tall, yet ate less than she did each meal. Yinyin thought Daddy being able to support her was simply amazing!

Mo Linqing got out of the car, the smile at the corner of his mouth never fading.

This trip was worth it—he’d picked up a chubby little doll. Quite fun.

The guard at the gate saw the city lord return and cheered, “The Commander is back! The Commander is back!”

Mo Linqing walked straight into the inner city with the child in his arms.

The people who had come with him were stunned.

Commander?

They stared stiffly at the tall man’s back. They’d ridden in the same vehicle as the demon Mo Linqing—and under his protection, arrived safely in North City without a scratch?

The simple-minded man who’d wanted to acknowledge him as father spoke weakly, “Why… why does it feel like that sir isn’t actually that scary?”

Everyone couldn’t help recalling how the strong man had cared for the child along the way.

Maybe he really wasn’t that scary…?

Holding her, feeding her, giving her clothes—where would you even find such a good father?

These days, even biological fathers weren’t necessarily this good.

But now that they knew his identity, they hesitated and didn’t follow him inside, instead heading toward a large yurt gathering area outside the base.

This place was filled with teams from all over, gathered to crusade against Mo Linqing.

“Did you hear? Apparently he went out and came back holding a kid. My son saw it himself.”

“A kid? Brought back to cook and eat?”

“When has he ever been that kind-hearted? Either he cooked the kid, or he’s using the kid for experiments. Poor child—whose kid was that, what a sin.”

“What’s the point of talking about this? Think about what we’ll say or do when we meet Mo Linqing tomorrow. That devil is too terrifying. As long as he lives, we’ll never feel safe.”

“Sigh… when will these days ever end?”

Under the horrified gazes of his lackeys, Mo Linqing carried the child into his home.

He lived in the best residence in the base—a vast, luxurious villa with everything inside. He lived alone, because he disliked noise. No one dared live nearby; they kept far, far away.

At home, Mo Linqing put Yinyin down.

She immediately ran off, marveling at everything. The unsophisticated little dumpling exclaimed nonstop, never stingy with praise.

“Daddy really is the best! Eating the fullest meals and living in the biggest, best house!”

Mo Linqing felt thoroughly pleased by the flattery. He pointed to the sofa, telling her to sit.

“If you want to live here, eat my food, drink my stuff—how are you going to repay me?”

Yinyin looked at him in disbelief and asked back, “Isn’t Yinyin Daddy’s little treasure?”

She was happy to help Daddy with chores, but hearing him say this still shocked her.

Mo Linqing chuckled. This little doll was quite narcissistic—so tiny, yet so confident she could freeload? Where did that confidence even come from?