VHBF -Chapter 140 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 2)

The very young Yinyin had no way of explaining where she came from, and Uncle System wouldn’t let her say it either.

Looking pitiful, Yinyin stared at her young and handsome dad and said, “Yinyin is called Yinyin, is— is Daddy’s little treasure…”

Shen Lian: “……”

He leaned back onto the sofa with a headache, sprawled out on it. The system poked the little cub and gave her a tip: “Little cub, pretend to be pitiful, like just now.”

Yinyin was confused. “Pret—pretend? Yinyin wasn’t pretending.”

The system said, “…You’re injured. Tell your dad your hand hurts and your leg hurts. Cry for him to see.”

Seeing the little cub still looking blank, the system patted its own head—forgot that it had only created wounds on Yinyin, not actual pain.

So the system started causing trouble again.

Pain spread through Yinyin’s palm, elbow, and knee. Her little chubby face scrunched up into a ball, tears falling uncontrollably as she sobbed, “Waaah… Daddy… it hurts…”

Shen Lian was startled.

He leaned in to take a look. Yinyin raised her hand—there were several abrasions on her small palm, red and bleeding, standing out against her soft white skin, looking rather serious.

“Daddy, my hand hurts. My leg hurts too.”

Yinyin pointed at her knee and elbow, speaking with grievance.

Shen Lian’s gaze fell on Yinyin’s injuries, then on her pitiful, tearful face. He couldn’t help but recall how she had suddenly rushed out earlier to block in front of him. Even though it made no sense, still… an odd, inexplicable warmth rose in his chest.

He fell silent for a moment, then finally stood up and quietly went to get the medicine kit.

Shen Lian often got injured from fighting—countless times since childhood—so he was very practiced at applying medicine.

Before treating her, he paused, eyes landing on Yinyin’s short, chubby hands and feet. Could a child even use this kind of external wound medicine?

He opened his phone and searched.

After reading, he stared at Yinyin for quite a while. Kids are such a hassle!

The phone was irritably tossed onto the table. Shen Lian grabbed his hair, scooped Yinyin up in one motion, and said, “Let’s go. To the hospital.”

The webpage left on the sofa displayed: “Some medications can be used on young children with reduced dosage, but for safety reasons, it is recommended to visit a pediatric department for examination.”

“……”

Lying against her young dad’s shoulder, Yinyin looked a little dazed. Daddy seems really irritable.

The system once again nodded in satisfaction at the young villain—sure enough, villains are better when they’re young. At least he has a conscience.

Shen Lian was already eighteen, legally an adult. He had two vehicles in his garage: a Lamborghini sports car and a motorcycle. He stared at the two for a while, then finally placed Yinyin in the passenger seat of the sports car.

Yinyin was too short—sitting there, the seatbelt didn’t fit well, with part of it even hanging over the top of her head.

Shen Lian: “……”

He told Yinyin to stand up on the passenger seat.

Yinyin looked innocently at her irritable daddy, obediently stood up, and pressed herself tightly against the seatback, not daring to move.

Shen Lian felt this little cub still had some redeeming qualities. Though she was a bit clingy and overly familiar, at least at critical moments she was obedient.

With Yinyin standing against the seatback, he fastened the seatbelt around her—it looked as if she were being tied up.

System: “……”

Shen Lian scratched his head. Forget it, this will do.

He stepped on the accelerator without thinking, and the blue Lamborghini shot forward.

Yinyin covered her eyes and cried out. Shen Lian snapped back to his senses and slowed down.

The fully loaded blue Lamborghini crawled along the road like an ordinary sedan, drawing furious honking from cars behind. Yet none dared get too close—if they even scratched it, they wouldn’t be able to afford the compensation.

What’s wrong with rich people these days? Driving a supercar slower than a sedan?

Whether it was Shen Lian’s pitifully low luck stat finally kicking in, or Yinyin’s built-in koi luck, they weren’t stopped by any traffic police.

They arrived smoothly at the nearest hospital.

Shen Lian carried Yinyin to register at pediatrics.

At the pediatrics entrance, everyone waiting was either an adult or an elderly person accompanying a child. Someone like Shen Lian—clearly a rebellious delinquent-looking youth holding a child—was a first.

Others couldn’t help but pay extra attention, especially hearing the delicate, adorable three-year-old Yinyin calling that delinquent “Daddy.”

“……” Is this for real?

A middle-aged woman nearby, registering with her grandson, glanced at Shen Lian again.

Flashy blue-highlighted hair, trendy brand clothes—a skull-pattern T-shirt and ripped jeans—he clearly didn’t look like a good kid.

And he was far too young. He still looked like a kid himself, yet he already had a three-year-old child?

The auntie looked at Shen Lian with a gaze full of condemnation, as if he were some scummy delinquent. So young and already had a child—did he even know how to take care of one? What a sin!

Her eyes fell on Yinyin’s injured hand, and she couldn’t bear it anymore. “The child is still bleeding. You didn’t even clean the wound first before coming to register?”

They were about to be called up. The auntie glanced at Shen Lian’s number—already past fifty. It would probably take another one or two hours. After hesitating for a moment, she made up her mind. “Forget it, forget it. It’s not easy for someone so young to bring up a child. Let’s switch numbers. You take the kid in first—we’re not in a hurry. We’re just here for a follow-up.”

She was quite warm-hearted, and after that she nagged a bit more. “Listen, young man. Since you’ve got a child, you’ve got to raise her properly. Don’t let the kid fall and hurt herself every few days. Girls need to be raised carefully—otherwise she might end up with scars. She’s still little and doesn’t understand now, but when she grows up she’ll cry to you about it.”

A “thank you” got stuck in Shen Lian’s throat. He turned around, picked up the kid, and left.

The auntie called out from behind, “Young man, slow down! That’s not how you hold a child…”

Her voice was loud enough that the whole hospital probably heard it. Everyone in the corridor turned to look.

Shen Lian: “……”

The resident doctor and nurse at the door both looked at Shen Lian differently now.

“…What number? What are you here for?”

Shen Lian stiffened slightly, picked up the registration slip, and glanced at it. “Number 38. Fall injury.”

The nurse looked at Yinyin’s hands and feet—sure enough, she was injured. When she looked back at Shen Lian, there was a hint of reproach in her eyes. That auntie was right: young newbie dads just didn’t know how to take care of kids, always letting them get hurt at the slightest thing.

Yinyin was such a sensitive little one. Earlier, when Daddy was carrying her and running, she hadn’t had a chance to speak. Now she hurriedly waved her hands and explained for him. “No, it’s not like that! Yinyin fell by herself. It’s not Daddy’s fault. Daddy is very good. Daddy is really, really good.”

The nurse’s gaze grew even more reproachful. What a well-behaved child—she even knew to speak up for her dad. Too pitiful!

The smile at Shen Lian’s lips faded. He’d learned another one of the little brat’s good points: compared to other people’s blindness, at least she knew how to tell the truth. She had a bit of conscience and didn’t dump the blame on him.

His steps felt a little lighter. Bringing the kid to the hospital hadn’t been for nothing.

Shen Lian thought things would end here—see the doctor, apply some medicine, and go home.

Who knew there was still a pediatrician waiting for him.

Most pediatricians were fairly patient, and they cared about children more than ordinary people did.

The pediatrician in front of them was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses. She looked quite stern, though she wasn’t really like that.

She was very long-winded—at least, that’s how it felt to Shen Lian.

At first, the pediatrician thought Shen Lian was an older brother bringing his younger sister to the hospital. But when she heard Yinyin call him “Daddy,” the look in her eyes changed completely.

Being a dad and being a brother were two entirely different things. Shen Lian looked young and had that rebellious, flashy style—one look and you could tell he was unreliable. If not for his good looks making up for it, just his outfit alone would have been an eyesore.

After asking clearly about how Yinyin got hurt, the pediatrician said, “Children’s skin is delicate and their bones are soft. Fortunately, she didn’t hurt any bones this time—just superficial wounds. You still need to be more careful when watching a child. Don’t let her get injured so easily.”

“Oh right—do you have any children’s medicine stocked at home?”

Shen Lian paused. Under the stern gaze behind the glasses, he shook his head, his expression a bit stiff.

He was still a damn baby himself. Somehow he’d ended up being someone’s dad, and now in the hospital he was being lectured by wave after wave of people. Shen Lian felt like he was about to explode inside, itching to just turn around and leave. But when he looked back and saw Yinyin clutching the hem of his clothes with her uninjured hand, eyes pitiful and watery, he found he couldn’t move his feet.

Fine. Consider it a good deed for the day.

Shen Lian stood there silently, letting the doctor lecture him sentence after sentence, occasionally responding with a low “mm.”

Yinyin, on the other hand, was very well-behaved and actively responded. She thanked the auntie doctor and said Yinyin would remind Daddy.

That softened the stern doctor’s expression a little. When applying the medicine, the disinfectant stung. Seeing Yinyin hold back her tears and not cry, Shen Lian stretched one hand out in front of her.

The next second, a soft little hand immediately grabbed onto it tightly, and she hummed softly, “Daddy is so good!”

The attending doctor looked up and thought this young man wasn’t completely beyond saving—at least he had some patience with the child.

When Shen Lian left, he was carrying a huge bag of medicine. Hearing that he didn’t keep children’s medicine at home, the doctor had prescribed a whole pile—wound medicine, skin ointments, cold medicine, fever reducers, all kinds of things.

So much so that Shen Lian suspected the doctor might be deliberately selling medicine.

Yinyin walked along holding Daddy’s hand, her short little legs moving with some effort. She even said that the auntie doctor was really nice to her, treated her well, and prescribed so much medicine. Now she wouldn’t have to be afraid of getting sick anymore.

Shen Lian: “……”

Seeing how hard it was for her to walk, with gauze still wrapped around her knees, Shen Lian stopped. With his other hand, he picked Yinyin up and warned her at the same time. “There won’t be a next time. Later I’ll call your police uncle to come and take you away!”

Yinyin: “…No!”

“You asked for it.”

“No!”

“……”

They didn’t manage to out-argue each other. By accident, Yinyin smacked her hand against Daddy’s arm. Hearing him frown and suck in a breath, she froze. “Daddy, Y-Yinyin didn’t do it on purpose.”

She started doubting life a little and asked the system, “Uncle System, is Yinyin really that strong? I even made Daddy hurt.”

Shen Lian’s injury was from before Yinyin appeared—back then, she had just arrived and was still in a trash bin. The system scanned him and said, “Your daddy is injured.”

Yinyin struggled down from Daddy’s arms and tugged on his pant leg, pulling him back. “Daddy, let’s go see a doctor. Go see that auntie doctor and let her apply medicine for you, just like Yinyin.”

Shen Lian was speechless for a moment. He pointed in the opposite direction, then pointed at himself. “I’m an adult. I’m not the same as you. I need to see surgery, not pediatrics.”

Yinyin kept pulling him that way anyway, her short legs moving anxiously as she muttered, “Daddy, you’re being naughty again. If you’re hurt, you have to see a doctor. You can’t hide it.”

She was still so young, yet she worried about so much. Seeing her chubby little face scrunched up with concern, Shen Lian wanted to refuse—but the words never came out. His feet followed along.

People in the corridor nearby watched with amusement. It was pretty funny.

A rebellious teenager turned stay-at-home dad, being dragged forward by a three-year-old like a little grown-up, tugging on his pant leg and lecturing him in a baby voice as they walked.

Not far away, a teenage boy with an injured leg came out of a consultation room, leaning on crutches and limping. When he saw Shen Lian, he was startled.

After watching for a bit, he couldn’t help laughing. He pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and started filming. This was really interesting—Shen Lian!

Outside, the sky gradually darkened. An assistant stepped forward and asked, “Sir, it’s time for dinner.”

Shen Huainan took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “How’s that kid Shen Lian been lately?”

“Reporting, sir—news from over there says the young master got into another fight today.”

Shen Huainan nodded, not surprised at all. That kid fought every few days. If one day he suddenly behaved himself, that would be strange.

He asked, “Anything else besides that?”