VHBF -Chapter 157 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 19)

The banquet in Lincheng—even though paparazzi couldn’t get inside and everyone present knew better than to take photos—still had the moment of people getting out of their cars at the hotel entrance captured by reporters who’d been lying in wait. The pictures were posted online.

The headline read: “The Richest Man Appears at a Banquet Holding His Granddaughter.”

It coincided perfectly with the earlier trending topic where photos had been taken of the richest man bringing his granddaughter to buy a car.

With netizens’ curiosity already at its peak, a gossip website posted pictures along with a long, rambling article. It was quickly reposted to Weibo, sparking heated discussion.

In the photos, a mature, handsome man was holding a little girl dressed like a tiny princess. Beside them stood a tall, cool, handsome blue-haired teenager. The three of them stepped out of a Lincoln and stood at the hotel entrance. The scene was so beautiful it almost didn’t feel real.

“I’m officially stanning this rich-and-good-looking grandpa–dad–kid trio!!! Wuwuwu, the richest grandpa is handsome and rich, the crown prince is a cool, stylish pretty boy—future domineering CEO for sure—and the little princess is way too pretty!!! Cute to the point of explosion! Give the stylist extra chicken legs for this dress!”

“Super Boss CEO · CEO-in-training · Domineering Little Milk CEO—tell me, who can handle this?”

“Ahhhhhh, ‘Little Milk CEO’ is just too cute! I love the little princess baby! The best-looking kid in the world!”

“Did anyone notice a detail? The crown prince had an unhappy face the whole time, his eyes drifting toward the grandpa and granddaughter. Reasonable suspicion: the crown prince is jealous. So… hahahahahaha!”

“Crown Prince: My kid, I’ll carry her! (This just shows how important money is these days. Family status matters—if you’re not the richest man, you don’t even have the right to hold the kid!)”

“Richest Grandpa: I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich… so I’ll carry the kid. You go cool off to the side! Hahahaha, I’ve been brainwashed.”

“The little princess is too adorable! That round little face, those big blinking eyes—cuter than all those child stars who’ve debuted! Aooo!”

“+1 strongly recommend the little princess debut!”

After hitting the trending list, Yinyin gained the title “National Little Princess.”

Shen Lian was dubbed “The Angry Crown Prince,” and the richest boss picked up yet another nickname: “Granddaughter-Doting Maniac.”

After leaving the banquet, the assistant handed over a tablet and pointed at the trending topic.
“Sir, should we step in and have it taken down?”

Shen Huainan took it and looked down at it. Shen Lian leaned over, and when Yinyin saw that Grandpa and Dad were both looking, she leaned in too—even though she couldn’t read, she still clung to it and stared.

She exclaimed, “Wow! Grandpa, Daddy, and Yinyin!”

She was puzzled—when were these photos taken? Why didn’t anyone tell her? “Yinyin even forgot to make a heart pose!”

Shen Lian reached out to rub her head, but Yinyin hugged her little head and dodged. “Don’t touch Yinyin’s hair. Auntie said it’ll get messy.”

“……”

Shen Huainan watched for a while, scrolling through the comments as well, as focused as if he were reading official documents.

Shen Lian didn’t really care. He clicked his tongue and said the netizens had no taste. “Angry??? This generation of netizens must’ve had their Chinese taught by PE teachers!”

Yinyin was curious about what people were saying. Hugging Grandpa’s arm, she coquettishly asked him to read it to her. Shen Huainan fell silent for a moment, then picked a few comments about Yinyin and read them aloud.

His low, cello-like voice slowly read out the silly online comments, no different from how he sounded in the conference room. The assistant sitting in front was shaking with laughter, barely holding it in, not daring to turn around—afraid that seeing the boss reading comments would make him burst out laughing.

Yinyin didn’t find it funny at all, but she was very happy. She excitedly clapped her little hands.
“Yinyin got praised!”

“The uncles and aunties on the internet are so enthusiastic. Yinyin… Yinyin likes it…”

Shen Lian: “……”

Shen Huainan said, “No need to take it down. Keep monitoring it and control the direction.”

The assistant swallowed his laughter, cleared his throat lightly. “Yes, sir.”

The richest man possibly having a granddaughter—no one knew where the granddaughter came from, but it was good news regardless. It even made the trending list, and Shen Group’s stock rose a bit as a result. The shareholders were delighted, calling and emailing Shen Huainan to congratulate him on gaining a granddaughter.

“……”

The day of the exam finally arrived, amid the despair of the underachievers.

They had originally thought that, under Yinyin’s pressure, they’d memorized quite a lot lately, and they’d actually listened to some things in class. Compared to before, they felt like they at least had something in their heads.

Who would’ve thought that Yinyin bullying them in class wasn’t enough—she had to bully them in exams too?!

So what if she had a richest-grandpa?

So what if Grandpa was the biggest school director?!

…Wuwu… seems like that really is impressive~

Feeling utterly heartbroken, that morning the underachievers got out of their cars and shuffled along toward school with dejected steps.

The black Lincoln from the richest family—the one that had trended—stopped at the school gate.

The blue-haired teenager got out first. He leaned halfway back into the car, extended his arms, and under Shen Huainan’s gaze, picked Yinyin up.

Shen Lian said smugly, “Alright, old man, this is far enough. You’re not a student—going in would be inconvenient. We’re going to take the exam now!”

Shen Huainan’s gaze fell on Yinyin. He gave a quiet “Mm.”

Yinyin waved her little paw with a beaming smile. “Bye-bye, Grandpa!”

Then she added another sentence. Stretching out her little paw like she’d seen people swear on TV, she put on a serious chubby face and solemnly promised, “Yinyin will definitely work hard on the exam and won’t embarrass Grandpa! And Daddy too! Daddy will also do well on the exam—he’ll definitely pass!”

Shen Huainan didn’t even glance at his academically hopeless son. Shen Lian had never passed an exam since middle school; the only reason he’d made it this far was donations.

Shen Lian clearly thought of this too. His old face flushed red. He hurriedly carried the kid away, muttering, “What nonsense are you saying… we’re taking the exam anyway…”

From far away came Yinyin’s earnest, heavy-with-responsibility voice: “Daddy, you have to work hard~ Yinyin will help you!”

The tall, handsome man stood where he was, watching the big and small figures walk away. The assistant beside him smiled and said, “Sir, our little miss is really adorable. She even helps the young master study now.”

Shen Huainan turned his head slightly. “No need to investigate Yinyin’s background for now. Go handle the adoption procedures first.”

The assistant nodded, then hesitated. “But the young master’s age and conditions don’t meet the requirements for adoption…”

“Then temporarily put her household registration under my name.”

Looking at his boss’s tall back, the assistant felt conflicted. In the future, should the little miss call the boss Dad or Grandpa?

Forget it—it was just a formality anyway. Once the young master got older and met the conditions, they could transfer it back.

Shen Lian had no idea that his old man had already arranged everything neatly. As soon as he stepped into the classroom, he felt a wave of low pressure.

The underachievers of Class Ten lay limply on their desks. Seeing Shen Lian carrying Yinyin come in, they showed expressions of “just as expected.”

“Brother Shen, Little Yinyin, you’re here.”

“Good morning, uncles and sisters!”

Hearing that milky voice that was like a little devil, pain appeared on the underachievers’ faces.

That demonic sentence from the exterminator nun—“Could it be that you’re not even as good as a three-year-old?”—seemed to echo in their ears. Miserable! They were truly miserable!

This midterm exam had ten classes mixed together. In the same exam rooms were students from other classes. Anyone from Class Ten looked visibly off. Curious, others asked what was going on.

In the past, Class Ten was like dead pigs unafraid of boiling water—no matter what exam it was, they were never scared, more relaxed than anyone. So what was happening now?

A Class Ten underachiever sniffled. “Don’t mention it. You know Little Yinyin that our Brother Shen brought to school, right?”

Of course they knew. How could they not? Yinyin was extremely famous at Diya High School—the first in history to audit high school classes at the tender age of three.

At the beginning, students from other classes had even gone to watch, until the school bully scared them off.

So what happened this time?

“She’s only three. She’s not actually taking the exam, right? Besides, a three-year-old can’t even write characters.”

The underachiever cried, “You’re right! She is taking the exam! Her grandpa is Shen Huainan—Boss Shen, you know? One of our school’s major shareholders. He specially arranged a voice-based exam for her. I figured she’d be at a disadvantage since she can’t read, but if it’s oral questions… she might actually score higher than us. And we’re in the liberal arts stream…”

“……”

The bell rang. The invigilator entered carrying the exam papers. “Everyone maintain silence. The exam will begin shortly.”

“……”

Meanwhile, in Class Ten’s classroom, only Yinyin remained.

To help her adapt and avoid nervousness, the school arranged her exam room right in the Class Ten classroom, with no other examinees present.

The invigilators were Homeroom Teacher Lin, the vice principal, and several teachers who had nothing better to do and came to watch the spectacle.

Many teachers sat in the back of the classroom. The teachers responsible for the oral questions were subject teachers from other Grade Three classes—each subject handled its own questions.

The exam questions were taken directly from this midterm’s papers—just delivered in a different way. The teacher would read the questions aloud, and Yinyin would answer orally. Beside them were not only a recorder, but also a special note-taker who would quickly write Yinyin’s answers onto the answer sheet.

Originally, the question-setters had worried: would Grade Three questions be too difficult for a three-year-old?

Even though Class Ten was a class of underachievers, the curriculum hadn’t skipped anything—they’d still been taught all the required content. Some teachers suggested lowering the difficulty, maybe adding elementary or kindergarten material, just to humor the school director’s granddaughter.

Could she really answer Grade Three questions? If not, at least switch to something simpler—middle school or Grade One or Two high school questions, maybe?

The ones saying this weren’t Class Ten’s subject teachers. Class Ten’s homeroom teacher, Lin Fang, wore a complicated expression. “Let’s just test her like this. That’s what President Shen instructed… Besides… if you give her questions she’s already heard, she might actually score some points. But if you give her elementary or middle school questions… she might not get a single one right.”

Question-setters: “……”

The other Class Ten subject teachers agreed. “This child has an excellent memory. She remembers what others have said, but she doesn’t understand things she’s never been exposed to. Don’t worry about it.”

When the time came, the bell rang three times, and the exam officially began.

Yinyin sat obediently in her seat. Her two chubby little hands were neatly placed on her lap. Her eyes were clear and full of innocence. Seeing the teacher carrying the paper walk over, Yinyin gave a heads-up in advance: “Teacher, Yinyin doesn’t know how to read.”

The teacher’s mouth twitched. “Yes, I know. I’ll read it to you.”

He sat down across from Yinyin, deliberately sitting a bit farther away so as not to pressure her.

“Listen carefully. The teacher will read the question now, and you tell me the answer.”