VHBF -Chapter 146 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 8)

The things delivered from the mall far exceeded Shen Lian’s expectations.

He had just returned downstairs with Yinyin when several delivery trucks were already waiting there—cars and people alike, all standing by.

Seeing Shen Lian arrive, the mall manager personally led the group. More than a dozen people lined up in two rows and bowed deeply. “Welcome back, Young Master Shen.”

“You came back just in time—we only just arrived.”

“Young Master Shen, everything you ordered is here. Please lead the way and we’ll carry it upstairs right away.”

Shen Lian looked at the trucks loaded full of goods, paused for a moment, then said, “…Come up.”

He took Yinyin into the elevator. As soon as he opened the door, the people carrying the goods followed in.

Bag after bag, box after box was moved inside. In the blink of an eye, everything was piled into little mountains.

Generally speaking, high-end brands focus on quality rather than quantity—even children’s clothing is the same. When Shen Lian had taken Yinyin there, he’d even taken a few extra looks, seeing that there weren’t that many styles. He hadn’t expected so much to be delivered.

The once-spacious living room was now completely filled.

Shen Lian shot a suspicious look at the mall manager. This old fox had been unusually enthusiastic from start to finish, bowing and scraping the whole time.

Shen Lian picked up a pink little dress and said, “This much?”

The mall manager replied, “Isn’t that right? Our mall is the largest one around. The children’s section on the third floor has way too many items—we didn’t even dare bring everything over. Everything that came was carefully selected. Anything not up to standard, we absolutely didn’t send.”

What he was really thinking was—He was practically bursting with joy. Today’s order alone was enough to cover the entire mall’s monthly turnover. This month’s bonus would be huge. He was truly grateful to the tycoon’s heir.

That young master was so naive, pure, adorable—handsome and rich. Much cuter than that old fox of a tycoon!

Shen Lian snorted softly through his nose and nodded indifferently.

The only reason he’d asked a few extra questions was because there was simply too much stuff. The apartment, which had originally been quite comfortable, now felt cramped.

When had he, Young Master Shen, ever wronged himself?

Since everything had been brought up, they all squatted down and started organizing—food, clothes, daily necessities, toys—sorting everything neatly by category.

Among the delivery people, it wasn’t just movers. Most of them were shop assistants, brought along specifically to help organize.

This was the mall manager’s clever after-sales service—everything had to be sorted clearly and meticulously, serving the young master of the landlord family well, so they could keep earning money from him in the future.

This one was a true big spender!

Shen Lian sat to the side watching them, lowering his eyes in thought.

He seemed to still have the keys to a villa—given by the old man’s number-one lackey.

Back then, Shen Lian had been sulking and stubbornly refused to live there. After arriving in Lincheng, he’d used his own private stash to buy this small apartment instead.

That small villa wasn’t far from Diya High School either, in a nearby villa complex. The security there was even better than here. If… he was going to raise a child, then naturally living in the villa area would be better.

Shen Lian irritably raked a hand through his hair.

A little Yinyin was sprawled across his legs.

Yinyin lifted her small face and asked, “Daddy unhappy?”

Yinyin was ridiculously happy. At first, she hadn’t known Daddy had bought her so many things. It was only after the uncles and aunties from the mall delivered everything that she realized it.

Right now, she was holding a little hat in one hand and a small dress in the other, comparing them against herself, happily preening.

Shen Lian looked at the clothes and hat in her hands. She was so happy—her eyes bright, as if she were holding priceless treasures, carefully measuring them against herself.

Shen Lian snorted. Fine, let’s move there then!

Anyway, he’d already swiped so much of the old man’s money today. The old man would find out sooner or later. Might as well go all in—spend his money, live in his house, and raise a kid!

Once Shen Lian thought it through like that, he instantly felt much better, even quite pleased, with a sense of excitement at having taken advantage of that old fox.

He scooped the kid up in one motion, set her in front of him, and put the hat on her head, neat and proper. In a good mood, he praised her, “Really pretty!”

“Really?” Yinyin looked at Daddy in disbelief. Being praised by him made her happier than anything else.

The corner of Shen Lian’s mouth lifted. He reached out and turned the hat on Yinyin’s head backward, finding it amusing. Holding her still so she couldn’t move, he said, “Would I lie?”

Even though Yinyin couldn’t move, every thought was written clearly across her chubby little face. Her eyes shone dazzlingly. “Then Daddy, is Yinyin the prettiest girl in the whole world?”

Shen Lian felt this question sounded vaguely familiar and asked, “Who taught you that?”

Yinyin shyly covered her plump face with her hands. “That’s how it’s said in the story of Snow White.”

“Is… is Yinyin bad? Shouldn’t I learn from that bad queen and ask the mirror that kind of question?”

“Mirror, mirror, am I the most beautiful woman in the world?”

“Daddy, Daddy, am I the prettiest girl in the world?”

Shen Lian suddenly shook his head hard, flinging that mental image out of his mind. He reached out and tugged at Yinyin’s chubby cheek. “So vain already, huh?”

Yinyin turned out to be even better at flattery than Shen Lian had expected. She strained to twist her little head around and declared righteously, “Daddy is the most handsome in the whole world, and Yinyin is the prettiest in the whole world!”

Shen Lian: “…You’re quite narcissistic, aren’t you?”

Yet the corners of his lips lifted unconsciously—looks like the little brat has good taste!

The tiny flatterer pursed her lips, looking very shy.

“…”

The staff members who were tidying up nearby watched this overly young father-daughter duo and finally understood why this rich young dad was willing to splurge so much on Yinyin.

Just look at how sincere a three-year-old is when she flatters someone. With those earnest little eyes—how could the person being praised not feel good?

Shen Lian shot them a sideways glance. “All done?”

He pointed at the pile of things on the floor. “Once you’re done, move them into the study.”

The poor study—its proper function never got used. It had become Yinyin’s storage room.

Before leaving, the mall manager slipped a business card into Shen Lian’s hand, smiling with exceptional enthusiasm. “Young Master Shen, if you don’t feel like shopping in person, just call me whenever you need anything. I’ll have someone deliver it—if you want, I can even bring it over myself!”

—

Over at Diya High School.

The students of Senior Year Class Ten were taking bets on whether School Tyrant Shen would show up in the afternoon.

“There’s no way Shen Lian would chicken out, right? If anything, this is exactly when he’d come—might even beat someone up to vent his anger.”

“I agree. By the way, has that hacker found anything yet?”

Xu Gao said, “Just got in touch. They said they’ll have news by tonight at the latest.”

“Alright. Once it’s found out, remember to tell all of us—let’s see which idiot did it. So dumb, hahaha.”

Xu Gao looked out the window. There were still two hours until the first afternoon class. Would Brother Shen come?

No one was answering his calls, and messages weren’t getting replies either. Xu Gao seriously wondered—had Brother Shen gotten so furious that he smashed his phone?

—

The Shen Lian everyone was talking about was currently lecturing Yinyin.

He was trying to reason with her, firmly insisting that she change out of that eye-searing creamy yellow cake dress.

Yinyin puffed out her cheeks, completely puzzled. It was a little dress Daddy had bought for her—she hadn’t even worn it enough yet. Why take it off?

Shen Lian said, “Change it.”

Yinyin immediately shot back, “Daddy bought it—won’t change!”

Shen Lian: “…” This kid was getting out of hand.

He dragged over a full-length mirror and made Yinyin stand in front of it, trying to make her understand just how ugly the dress was.

But her sense of aesthetics was worlds apart from his. How could clothes designed by top children’s fashion designers possibly deviate from kids’ tastes? They stood firmly on the side of their tiny customers, designing with innocent, adorable perspectives in mind.

Yinyin thought the dress was amazing—very pretty, very cute, and made her look like a beautiful little princess!

To persuade Daddy and pull him over to her aesthetic camp, she pinched the hem of her skirt and twirled around. Then, imitating a little lady from a fairy tale, she bent her knees and performed a clumsy, awkward curtsy.

Tilting up her little face, she asked, “Daddy, does it look good?”

If an adult did that, it’d be unbearably affected and painfully cringey. But Yinyin, with her short, chubby proportions and milky-cute looks, did it clumsily—and it was overwhelmingly adorable.

As Shen Lian watched, he strangely began to feel that this cake dress… actually looked pretty good?

He blinked. It wasn’t the dress that was poisonous—it was the kid!

In the afternoon, Yinyin got her wish and wore that pretty little cake dress to school with Daddy.

In exchange, she promised that she wouldn’t talk nonsense in class, would behave, and be good. Yinyin readily agreed.

As a well-behaved, obedient little Yinyin, Yinyin felt this was no problem at all.

She even wore a small hat in the same color. Now she looked even more like a freshly baked little cake. Shen Lian’s mouth twitched as he lifted Yinyin onto the motorcycle.

The motorcycle roared all the way there. Before the person arrived, the sound arrived first—that signature noise. The students of Diya High knew who it was the moment they heard it.

It was lunchtime break, with people coming and going. As soon as Shen Lian got off the bike with the kid in his arms, several people gathered around to watch.

Most of them looked excited, yet hesitant to speak.

Shen Lian raised an eyebrow. “What are you all staring at? Too idle?”

Yinyin poked her little head out of Daddy’s arms and smiled sweetly. “Hello, uncles! Hello, pretty big sisters!”

The boys looked incredulous, pointing at themselves and then at the smiling girls. “Why are we uncles and they’re sisters?”

“Gender discrimination at such a young age—that won’t do, little Yinyin.”

Yinyin shrank back again. Her muffled, milky voice came from the little bag in front of Shen Lian. “Because the uncles aren’t as good-looking as the sisters.”

The boys: “…” Even three-year-olds are face-control these days.

This was the first time Shen Lian had ever received such a grand welcome from Class Ten.

The Yinyin in his arms had already been snatched away by the girls and seated on their desks. Snacks, pastries, candies, cookies—all were laid out, with several desks pushed together.

The pretty big sisters were incredibly enthusiastic, surrounding Yinyin, coaxing her to eat, coaxing her to talk.

Shen Lian: “…”

Xu Gao brought a few lackeys and sat beside Shen Lian. “Brother Shen, why didn’t you come this morning? We couldn’t get through on calls, and you didn’t reply to messages.”

Shen Lian frowned, eyes fixed on the girls’ side. “Forgot to bring it.”

Xu Gao followed his gaze and laughed. “Bro, you probably don’t know—our little Yinyin is insanely popular. You didn’t come this morning, and these girls kept talking about it. Don’t get too happy—they weren’t talking about you, they were talking about your ‘daughter.’”

Shen Lian: “…”

“Speaking of which, who’d have thought you’d get some reflected glory from a three-year-old? You know Ning Xi in our class? She’s the one sitting in front of Yinyin right now, feeding her snacks—yeah, her.”

“Her family’s in IT and knows a lot of big-name hackers. She thought you didn’t come today because of what happened last night, so she contacted one. They agreed to check it out and said there’d be news before tonight!”

In the morning, Class Ten’s subject teachers had successfully avoided the devil-like three-year-old from yesterday. In the afternoon, when they entered the classroom, their steps couldn’t have been lighter.

Even talking to themselves would’ve been fine!

But just as they stepped inside, a crisp little milky voice rang out: “Hello, teacher!”

The bald, middle-aged history teacher: “…”

He suddenly recalled yesterday—

And his whole being felt unwell.

Yinyin looked at him with an obedient, adorable expression. Her greeting was so sweet it was like a little sugar sprite. The history teacher forced a smile. “Hello, hello. Hello there, little one.”

After that, he walked heavily up to the podium, seriously pondering how he could make the little “contrarian demon” below sit quietly and behave like a cute little statue.