VHBF -Chapter 165 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 27)

The online buzz continued to ferment, occupying the trending lists for several days straight. Major marketing accounts kept reposting it, and netizens were blowing this “lucky koi little exam god” sky-high.

The direct consequence of all this heat was that, under the Conan-level hawk eyes of internet sleuths, Yinyin’s identity was exposed!

Just after dinner time, Weibo was nearly brought to its knees.

Marketing accounts went crazy reposting: “Is the Lucky Koi Exam God the granddaughter of the richest man?”

Photos from the last time the richest man took his granddaughter to buy a car were still saved by some people. Once they were pulled out and compared, it turned out that—aside from the partially mosaicked little face in the exam video—everything else matched perfectly. Even the faintly visible chubby chin and chubby cheeks were astonishingly similar.

Netizens screenshot Yinyin from the video and made meticulous comparisons, even using specialized software for verification, and found the similarity to be as high as 99.9%.

After finishing the comparison, some busybody netizens posted the comparison charts and authentication results on Weibo, instantly setting off another explosion.

“So this Lucky Koi Exam God really is the little princess of the richest family? That little granddaughter President Shen dotes on in the palm of his hand?”

“Winning at the finish line in exams is one thing, but even life itself starts at the finish line. Aaaah, I’m so sour!”

“I always felt the little Lucky Koi Exam God must be good-looking. After seeing this photo with the richest man, I realized she’s even cuter than I imagined! Divine-level looks, our Tuan-Tuan.”

“Aooo aooo crazily cheering for the little princess!!! Truly worthy of being the woman held in the palm of the richest man’s hand—I’m going to blow the Lucky Koi Princess up with praise!”

“You can tell the future from three years old. This fortune-telling master hereby declares that this kid is destined for greatness. You’d better grab her coattails early!”

When Shen Lian saw this on Weibo, the corner of his mouth twitched. Under a comment that mentioned Yinyin and the richest man but didn’t mention him at all, he registered a new Weibo account called Her-Kid’s-Dad and fired back:

“Nonsense. The photo clearly also has her handsome, dashing, suave dad in it. Are you blind? Didn’t see him at all?”

The netizen who got snapped at rolled up their sleeves and argued with Shen Lian for several floors of comments.

“Blind my ass! How old is Young Master Shen? Already a dad? Besides, what’s it to you! Shamelessly taking the name ‘Her-Kid’s-Dad’—you think you can be the little princess’s dad? Dream on!”

Shen Lian: “……”

This made him furious. He paced around clutching his phone, and when he couldn’t swallow his anger, he sent a message in the group chat, calling on his Lincheng lackeys to jump in and help roast the guy.

Who knew that since he’d slipped away without a word and even secretly taken the kid with him, those lackeys had long since been won over by all the slackers of Class Ten and ignored him completely. Not only that, they even sent him mocking stickers.

Shen Lian: “……”

The boy once again steeled his resolve to surpass the old man!

Shen Huainan brought his son and granddaughter back to the capital once more. The news had long spread through the circles, and many old friends and old rivals called to greet them.

So they simply held a banquet, with the venue set in the spacious open-air garden of the old residence.

Anyone with status in the circle received an invitation; those who didn’t went to great lengths trying to sneak in. Such an occasion might not happen once in several years. After the business landscape stabilized in recent years, the Shen family stood unrivaled, and the helmsman, Shen Huainan, had become increasingly reclusive—aside from handling official business, outsiders rarely ever saw him.

This time, the Shen family personally hosting a banquet—and even holding it at the old residence—made many people rack their brains to get in.

Everyone took pride in receiving an invitation, including the Liu family, a second-tier wealthy family in the capital.

Luckily, their family had recently reached a cooperation with one of the Shen Group’s subsidiary companies, so they received one invitation.

Mrs. Liu dressed up early with her son and daughter, all smiles, and got into the car with her husband. This banquet was bound to include many first-tier aristocratic families; it was said even people from the political sphere would show up, to give the richest man Shen some face.

The Liu family’s position in the capital was awkward—not high, not low—barely among the leading edge of the lower ranks. In front of true top families, they had no voice at all. On top of that, the Liu family rose late and lacked foundation, so others didn’t think much of them.

Mrs. Liu’s position was even more awkward. She was President Liu’s second wife, with a less-than-glamorous background, and outsiders were full of criticism. Rumors said she’d been a mistress who forced the original wife to her death before taking her place. The truth of it—Mrs. Liu knew best.

From being a small secretary to where she was now, all she relied on was endurance. Back then, single and raising a pair of children on her own, she endured countless whispers and gossip. Now that she’d finally become Mrs. Liu, she naturally refused to endure anymore. She used to dream of standing in front of people with her children in all their glory; now she could finally realize it, openly attending these so-called upper-class banquets and chatting and laughing with them.

Mrs. Liu planned it all perfectly. The Shen family’s threshold was sky-high; their guests were anything but ordinary. Without this cooperative relationship, they wouldn’t even be able to step inside. Now that she had this chance, she would meet more people, squeeze into the circle, befriend a few good ladies, and pave the way for her children’s future. Let’s see who would dare gossip about her then!

Sitting in the front, Liu Dong reminded them, “Mind your words and behavior later. Smile more, talk less. If you meet someone you don’t know, just smile. Make friends with a few more madams—families like the Zhangs and Lis are said to be attending. Remember that.”

Mrs. Liu smiled and agreed.

When the banquet began, the Shen family’s open-air garden was filled with all kinds of desserts and wine. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, with a unique style.

And because it was meant to introduce the granddaughter, the banquet had an especially childlike, cute flair. Pretty little balloons of all colors and shapes floated everywhere. Shen Huainan arrived holding Yinyin, who was dressed in a little formal dress, with a tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, flamboyant young man in a tailcoat beside him.

After Shen Huainan finished introducing people, the young man frowned, snatched Yinyin from his arms, and held her crook-armed, strolling around and feeding her.

The little girl—delicate as a porcelain doll, exquisitely cute, beautiful like a sculpted jade child—ate until her cheeks puffed out. When she was happy, she’d smack a kiss onto the young man’s face, smearing him with cream. He didn’t get angry, instead smearing the cream back onto her face. Back and forth they went, one big and one small, both ending up with faces full of cream.

They were having a great time—but the Liu family of four were stunned.

At first, due to their status, they stood farther away. When Shen Huainan and his son came out holding Yinyin, they were surrounded by others exchanging pleasantries, so the Lius didn’t get a clear look. Now the young man was carrying Yinyin around, stopping to eat here and there, and the Lius happened to be standing nearby. One look—and they were struck dumb.

Especially Mrs. Liu. Beyond shock, panic crept into her eyes. Her face turned so pale that even the blush she’d applied that morning couldn’t cover it.

Before Liu Dong noticed anything, she made a snap decision and told her son to call back Liu Dong, who’d gone off somewhere to network. She wanted to go home—she couldn’t let Liu Dong see that child!

Liu Dong had just had a couple of drinks and hadn’t even exchanged a few words with the CEO whose business card he’d just gotten when his son interrupted him. Somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, thinking his son didn’t know how to read the room, he still followed him back. Standing in front of Mrs. Liu, he said impatiently, “What is it that’s so urgent? Do you even know what kind of occasion this is? We finally got in, and now you want to leave?”

Mrs. Liu was frantic. She clutched his arm and put on her usual teary-eyed look. “I—I’m dizzy. Can we go home first, please?”

Of course Liu Dong wasn’t happy. He waved his hand. “You’re fine usually—how come you’re dizzy at a critical moment?” He muttered that if he’d known she couldn’t handle the scene, he wouldn’t have brought her.

Mrs. Liu’s face went even paler.

Just then, a soft, milky little voice rang out. Yinyin was passing by, having spotted another table piled with desserts made from freshly air-shipped strawberries. Her mouth watered, and she begged Daddy to take her over to eat.

The Liu family happened to be blocking the passageway.

“Uncle, Auntie, could you move aside a bit, please?”

Mrs. Liu’s body stiffened; the blood in her veins seemed to freeze. Liu Dong, meanwhile, quickly lowered his head to meet that familiar little voice. Seeing the familiar little face—and the strange politeness in her eyes—he froze.

“Yinyin, you don’t recognize Daddy anymore?”

“Uncle, what are you saying? Yinyin doesn’t understand.”

Liu Dong’s heart sank. He grabbed at Yinyin, wanting to pull her aside to talk. How could his daughter be here? And why was she calling him “uncle,” completely not recognizing him? He had a pile of questions, but clearly this wasn’t the place to ask them.

A hand blocked him, shielding Yinyin behind it. The young man raised his brows, arrogant and overbearing. “I’m her dad. And who the hell are you?”

The resemblance to Shen Huainan was unmistakable. Liu Dong recognized him at a glance—the crown prince of the Shen Group, someone he couldn’t afford to offend even after ten years of struggle.

Suppressing his anxiety, Liu Dong explained, “I’m her father too, Young Master Shen. This is my daughter who went missing a few months ago!”

Remembering that his daughter had appeared at the Shen family’s place, Liu Dong was full of questions. What was her relationship with the Shens? Why was she here? His fairly handsome face flushed red with urgency.

Unexpectedly, the young man was outrageously arrogant. He waved for the bodyguards to come and drive them out. Those beautiful, flamboyant phoenix eyes swept over them with disdain.

“What kind of trash can come into my Shen family? And you even dare to randomly claim my kid?”

The commotion was too big. Several people nearby looked over curiously. Yinyin clutched Daddy’s pant leg tightly, afraid she’d be taken away by that man. She occasionally peeked up timidly, her face full of unfamiliar fear, which made Liu Dong’s heart clench painfully.

Seeing that he still wouldn’t leave and was trying to struggle and speak, Yinyin in his arms began trembling in fright again. The young man raised his voice and shouted:

“Old man, why aren’t you over here yet? Your granddaughter is about to be snatched away!”