VHBF -Chapter 150 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 12)

The underachievers of Class Ten picked the tallest among them and chose a girl with relatively good writing skills as their representative to post a thread on the school forum.

The post laid out solid proof of Seventh High’s Yue Sheng’s series of shady operations—posting smear threads against others—and, with Shen Lian’s consent, clearly explained the full context behind the photos and videos.

To begin with, people at Diya High were just watching it as a joke. Not many truly believed it. Sure, they were underachievers, but that didn’t mean they were stupid—on the contrary, each of them was sharp. Everyone was waiting for a reversal, waiting for Shen Lian to lose his temper.

What no one expected was that this time, the entire Class Ten of Senior Year Three stepped forward together to testify.

After the post went up, no one even had the mood to mock a petty, wealth-hating little brat like Yue Sheng. Instead, the discussion went off-topic. People were surprised—wasn’t Shen Lian usually lawless and always bullying others? Who would’ve thought he’d be so popular in Class Ten?

Someone from Class Ten jumped in wearing a vest account and replied: “It’s not that Shen Lian has good rapport—what really matters is our adorable little Yinyin! That’s our treasure!”

“Upstairs is right. If Yinyin weren’t around, who’d care about Shen Lian?”

“233 bro, you’re bold. You think wearing a vest means Shen Lian won’t know who you are and you can speak the truth? Be careful—he might be waiting for you after school tomorrow.”

“……”

What was supposed to be a clarification post ended up with barely anyone caring about the truth. The topic derailed completely, and the replies that followed were all about the “Little Yinyin” everyone in Class Ten kept talking about.

The three-year-old little dumpling Shen Lian brought with him was pampered like a treasure by Class Ten—everyone calling her “our Yinyin”—and it delighted a whole crowd of onlookers.

Shen Lian sat on the sofa watching TV. The little dumpling lay beside him, pounding his legs, her chubby little face plastered with a flattering smile. After a couple of punches, she tilted her head up shyly and began negotiating: “Daddy, are you better now?”

“Daddy, will you take Yinyin out to play tomorrow?”

“The teacher said there’s no class tomorrow—it’s a day off!”

Shen Lian raised an eyebrow. “You have to memorize your lessons.”

Shen Lian had never memorized anything in his life. He hadn’t expected to get tricked into it by a little brat. The dumpling giggled. “Th-then after memorizing, we can go play?”

“Yinyin hasn’t gone out to play in a looong time. Yinyin wants to ride the merry-go-round, and eat lollipops too.”

Shen Lian’s gaze dropped to the table in front of him. He pointed at the pile of snacks there. “Then what are those?”

“Never had a lollipop?”

Following her daddy’s gaze, the dumpling looked at the rainbow-colored lollipop placed on top. Feeling guilty, she hummed softly, rolled her eyes, and said, “Those were given by big sisters in class, they don’t count. Daddy didn’t buy candy for Yinyin!”

The more she spoke, the more righteous she became. By the end, she even dared to lift her head and accuse her daddy with her eyes.

Shen Lian: “……”

He rolled over and lay face-down on the sofa, pointing at his back. “Fine. Step on my back, and I’ll consider it.”

The dumpling cheered. In her eyes, “consider it” meant “agree”!

She knew how stepping on the back worked—just walking back and forth on Daddy’s back. Afraid she might be too heavy and crush him, she hesitated and asked, “What if Yinyin steps Daddy and crush you?”

Shen Lian turned his head, looking at her little body not even as tall as an adult’s leg, and snorted. “You? Crush me? Eat rice for another ten years and it still won’t happen!”

Her soft little soles, like kitten paw pads, stepped on his back. Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and sighed comfortably. Kids really were easy to fool—he’d better enslave the brat more often!

Shen Lian kept his word. The next day, he didn’t sleep in for once and got up early.

From the huge pile of things delivered from the mall last time, he picked out a pink, tender little backpack for the dumpling to wear.

He stuffed it with a thermos, tissues, and the like—and, at the dumpling’s strong insistence, filled most of it with snacks.

Sitting on the floor, the dumpling stared at a pile of tiny clothes, troubled. What should she wear?

Suddenly, her eyes landed on a pink little dress in the corner—and beside it, a same-style, same-color oversized T-shirt…

Shen Lian was playing games in the living room, letting the brat choose and change clothes herself. He figured women were especially enthusiastic about dressing up—even a three-year-old loved looking pretty.

He never imagined the dumpling would set her sights on him.

She carried a loose, oversized pink cartoon T-shirt over to Daddy, eyes shining with delight. “Daddy, look!”

Holding it up like a treasure, she thought Daddy would like this pretty pink T-shirt just as much as she did. “This one looks nice, right?”

Shen Lian paused his game and looked at the pink T-shirt, confused. Didn’t the mall send clothes for a three-year-old? This T-shirt was clearly adult-sized—why was it in the brat’s wardrobe, and why was she holding it?

He hadn’t reacted yet and was about to say it was ugly—super ugly—but when he saw her expectant look, the words slipped out as, “It’s… not bad.”

Yinyin grew even happier. She spun in a little circle, then held the shirt up against Daddy, comparing sizes. “Then Daddy should wear this one! It’s pretty—Daddy thinks so too!”

Shen Lian: “……???”

He sat up straight in shock, blankly taking the flashy pink T-shirt. Something this childish and this pink??? No way!

“Where did this come from?” he asked.

The dumpling was thrilled at the thought of wearing matching outfits with Daddy. Her chubby cheeks flushed red as she pointed at the room that had been turned into a dressing room. “It’s in the wardrobe!”

She toddled in, then ran back out again, carrying another bundle of pink.

Standing before Shen Lian, she held the little pink cartoon dress up against herself and beamed. “Daddy, look! Matching with Yinyin! So pretty! If Daddy wears it, Daddy will definitely be the handsomest Daddy! Yinyin will be the prettiest baby!”

Shen Lian: “……”

How could he not understand now?

The mall had scammed him—sending over taste-disaster parent-child outfits!

And they’d even stuffed them into the brat’s wardrobe for her to see—so now she wanted him to wear it???

Shen Lian smiled without smiling, set the pink T-shirt aside, then plopped down on it, covering it completely. With a smile, he said, “You see? It’s gone now.”

“So Daddy doesn’t need to wear it. You can wear it instead. This dress is really pretty—go change. Once you put it on, you’ll definitely be the prettiest baby in the world. Absolutely.”

The dumpling blinked in confusion, looking at Daddy. A moment later, she realized what was happening and huffed angrily. “Daddy lied! Daddy cheated! The clothes aren’t gone—you’re sitting on them!”

“The teacher said good kids can’t lie. Daddy, you’re being bad!”

Shen Lian tried to divert her attention. A three-year-old brat was easy to coax—just shift her focus.

“Where should we go play today?” he said.

“I heard a new amusement park just opened in the north of the city—it’s super fun. Kids all love it!”

“Oh right, the cotton candy there is especially tasty. Want some?”

The dumpling swallowed and stared eagerly. “Yes! Yinyin wants to go!”

Following Daddy’s words, she turned back to change into the pretty little dress and be a beautiful kid. After a few steps, she turned back with a frown. “Daddy… did we forget something?”

Shen Lian coaxed her, “Nope. Hurry and change, or I won’t wait for you—I’ll go by myself.”

She panicked at that and hurried forward, stopping at the doorway of the dressing room. Thanks to her excellent memory, inspiration struck. She clung to the doorframe, her little milky voice raised in anger. “Daddy, you lied to Yinyin again!”

The usually easygoing dumpling finally got angry. She puffed up like a little fluffed-up beast, plopping down at the doorway. “Daddy lies! Yinyin’s not going!”

She turned her chubby body away, back facing Daddy. The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt—her little mouth pouted, tears falling patter-patter. Daddy didn’t want to wear the same color clothes with her, and he even lied to her. So bad!

The dumpling had a temper of her own. She decided she wouldn’t like Daddy for now. Even if Daddy apologized, she wouldn’t like him!

In the system space, the system gloated. Its little cub had finally grown—she knew how to get angry now.

The system thought the villainous teen was really awful. If he didn’t want to wear it, fine—but to trick the little cub? Taking advantage of her being young? Too bad! This kind of villain deserved to be hammered into the ground!

Shen Lian put down his phone and looked at the little lump sitting at the dressing room door, sobbing with her back to him.

“……”

Was he really that awful? Unsure, Shen Lian searched online: “What are the consequences of a dad deceiving his three-year-old daughter?”

The results were a flood of daughter-doting replies, fiercely condemning fathers who lied to their daughters.

“Lying to a three-year-old daughter? You scumbag dad—and you still have the nerve to ask online? Go shoulder a bomb pack and solve it yourself!”

“Scumbag dad, hello. Scumbag dad, goodbye!”

“You’ve got such a soft, adorable little cotton-padded jacket of a daughter and you’re still not satisfied? You dare lie to her with a guilty conscience???”

“Brother, as a child psychology expert, let me tell you—no matter how young children are, you can’t casually deceive them. They have their own inner world. Even if your lie is well-intentioned, once they realize it, it’s like their world collapses. Because in their hearts, a father is like the greatest hero. One day, the hero they love and admire most deceives them—the consequences are obvious…”

Shen Lian twitched his mouth. The more he read, the worse his expression became. He felt a little guilty. Was he really that over the line?

It was just one lousy piece of clothing—was it really that serious?

After thinking for a bit, he uncertainly sent a message to a group chat made up of his lackeys:
“I lied to the brat, and now she’s mad at me. Is this serious?”

His hand slipped. Without noticing the class group that had just popped up, he accidentally sent the message to the Senior Year Three Class Ten group chat—with fifty people in it.

The moment the message went out, the usually quiet Class Ten group exploded.

Shen Lian didn’t look again. Annoyed, he tossed his phone onto the sofa, slipped into his slippers, and walked over to the dumpling, reaching out to pat her head to comfort her.

She tilted her little head away, dodging him, and even let out a huffy little hmph.

She kept sobbing, tears dripping, crouched there with her head lowered, looking utterly heartbroken.

Shen Lian sighed helplessly. “I—”

He’d barely said one word when the dumpling sobbed, “Daddy’s bad! Daddy lies! Yinyin doesn’t want to listen!”

Shen Lian: “……”

Looking at the dumpling whose whole body screamed I’m very angry, don’t bother me, Shen Lian stood up and walked back.

Xu Gao and the others weren’t exactly geniuses—but that was fine. One hero needs three helpers. Surely they could come up with a way to coax the brat.