VHBF – Chapter 22 The Playboy Daddy (Part 22)

It was almost noon, yet the Bai Corporation was still running like a never-stopping giant machine. Everyone performed their duties with such intensity that they barely even had time to sip water.

This latest contract Bai Corporation had signed was massive — a three-year-long project with multinational Group M. For the company, it was a qualitative leap. Stock prices had risen, the outside world held bright expectations, and the employees naturally ended up working overtime, spinning around like tops.

Fortunately, the newly arrived president, while unexpectedly forceful and domineering in his ways, was also generous. Overtime pay and bonuses were never lacking.

As lunchtime approached, stomachs were rumbling but no one had eaten yet. Someone finally raised their head and asked what they should eat.

“I heard the cafeteria’s serving lemon pickled fish today. Should we go there?”

A male employee, sprawled over his desk, lazily waved his hand. He couldn’t be bothered walking — the cafeteria was on the 23rd floor, requiring an elevator ride and then waiting in line for food. Too troublesome!

“Besides, I still have things to do after lunch.”

“Then let’s just order delivery?”

Their office had a break room attached where they could eat directly, saving them the hassle of walking and queuing.

They all agreed. The food delivery cards were kept at the front desk receptionist’s, and she began flipping through them one by one.

At that very moment, a black Maybach stopped in front of the company. From it stepped out two tall men in black and a little girl.

Both men were imposing, one wearing sunglasses, the other gloveless but with gloves on his hands. The one without glasses carried out of the car a little girl dressed in a pink princess dress.

The chubby dumpling looked about three years old, round and plump, with delicate features and sparkling clear eyes. Sitting on the bodyguard uncle’s arm, she looked around curiously at everything — everything seemed novel to her.

So this was where Daddy worked!

The bodyguard asked, “Miss Yinyin, should we go up now? Should I give Young Master Luo a call?”

The little dumpling hurriedly shook her head. “No! I want to surprise Daddy! On TV it’s always like this. When Daddy sees me, he’ll definitely be very happy!”

The bodyguard: “…Alright.”

The other bodyguard, who wasn’t holding the child, took out a pink Hello Kitty lunch box from the car. The Maybach then drove away into the underground garage.

At the front desk, the receptionist kept her professional smile and asked, “Excuse me, who are you here to see?”

The bodyguard frowned. Already tall and intimidating, that frown made him look as if he were about to start a fight. The receptionist jumped in fright.

He corrected in a deep voice, “Three people, to be exact just one. Our Miss Yinyin is here to see Young Master Luo.”

“Young Master Luo?” The receptionist thought for a moment before realizing who they meant. Their new president had a notorious reputation outside, long dubbed the number one playboy of City A. Everyone addressed him as “Young Master Luo” — it had to be him.

She smiled. “Do you have an appointment?”

She added, “The president has been very busy lately.”

Hearing this, the dumpling felt distressed and quickly said, “I know Daddy is busy, but I won’t bother him. I just came to bring Daddy his lunch.”

Receptionist: “…!!!”

That one word — Daddy — froze the receptionist in place. She looked closely at the pink-cheeked dumpling, dressed exquisitely like a doll, sweet and innocent. But… had the president ever gotten married?

Not daring to be careless, she called the president’s office. Assistant Zhang answered.

The receptionist said, “Assistant Zhang, there’s a three-year-old girl downstairs saying she’s here to see her daddy.”

Assistant Zhang was swamped. The demon president hadn’t even eaten lunch and was urging him for a document. He was frantic. Without thinking, he snapped, “If she’s looking for her dad, tell her to go find the police. What’s that got to do with our President Luo?”

And he hung up.

Chubby Assistant Zhao happened to be passing by, not catching the whole content but seeing Assistant Zhang fuming. He advised, “Don’t be so hot-tempered. Be patient with your work.”

Assistant Zhang nodded hurriedly.

Hung up on, the receptionist dared not call again for fear of being scolded. She told the visitors they should come back next time with an appointment.

The dumpling frowned, her chubby little face full of puzzlement. “But Daddy is Daddy. Why won’t they let me see him?”

The child in the bodyguard’s arms was, in fact, the rightful heir of Bai Corporation. She had inherited her parents’ shares, making her the true little owner of this building.

The bodyguard was about to explain when —

A whistle came from behind. “Yo, Yinyin, here to find Daddy?”

The dumpling turned around. It was Uncle Mianmian!

She shouted in delight, “Mianmian, you’re here!”

Gu Mian: “…”

“Pfft, don’t call me Mianmian. Call me Uncle Gu, remember?”

But the dumpling liked the sound of it, so she kept chanting “Mianmian, Mianmian,” until the blond youth was practically fuming, reaching out as if to pinch her cheek.

The tall, cold bodyguard stepped forward, blocking him. His expressionless face clearly said: One more step and you’ll regret it.

Gu Mian: “…”

“Here to see Daddy, huh? Fine, come with Uncle Mianmian—pfft! Uncle Gu will take you up!”

The dumpling beamed. “Mianmian is the best!”

Gu Mian: “…Let Uncle Gu carry you, and I’ll take you upstairs. No more calling me Mianmian!”

The dumpling, very sensible, instantly changed her tone and sweetly called him Uncle Gu, stretching out her little pudgy hands. “Uncle Gu, carry me!”

Pleased, Gu Mian scooped her up, even shooting the bodyguard a triumphant glare.

The bodyguard remained expressionless.

Carrying the dumpling, Gu Mian headed toward the elevator. The receptionist panicked. She knew Gu Shao, who often came to see the president, but the child and the two men in black she didn’t recognize. Plus, Assistant Zhang had just said there was no “Daddy” here. She dared not let them go up and quickly stopped them.

Gu Mian raised a brow. “This is my Brother Luo’s precious daughter. You sure you want to block her?”

He bounced the dumpling in his arms. “Her surname is Bai.”

The receptionist froze as she watched them — one little, two big, plus the bodyguards — enter the elevator.

She was new, but she had heard of the big stir online when President Luo adopted the Bai family’s little princess. That was why he had taken over managing the Bai Corporation, not for himself but for his daughter.

She had nearly forgotten!

This was Bai Corporation. The child’s surname was Bai…

Forget ordering lunch. She immediately blasted the company’s internal chat group: “Aaaaaahhh, the little princess is here!”

Someone asked, “Little princess? Who?”

She typed furiously: “Our Bai Corporation’s little princess! The chairman’s real daughter! The one President Luo adopted!”

“WTF!!!!!!”

The group exploded. Countless lurkers popped up.

“She’s super cute!!! Kawaii!!! She even waved at me when she left!!!” the receptionist gushed.

Maybe the child really was too cute, or maybe it was the “company princess filter,” but the more the receptionist thought back, the cuter the girl seemed. “Ahhh I’m dying!!! What did she say just now again?”

“She said she was bringing lunch to Daddy!!!”

“Oh my god! How can there be such an obedient, adorable little angel?! So jealous of President Luo…”

The receptionist’s fingers flew as her heart pounded. “Wuwuwu… I want a daughter too. One just like the little princess!”

“Pfft, keep dreaming!”

And so, before the dumpling even reached the top-floor president’s office, the entire Bai Corporation already knew their little princess had arrived — their three-year-old heir.

Once again, Luo Sheng was in the middle of berating several department heads. He wasn’t exactly swearing, but as the former overlord of City A, his cold face alone was enough to terrify.

The directors, all older than him, stood with heads bowed, not daring to speak.

“This is your contingency plan? Plan A’s risks outweigh its projected returns. Do I need to teach you how to switch to a better plan?”

“Redo everything. All departments cooperate…”

The spacious office felt like winter despite the summer heat, the atmosphere chilled by his sharp criticisms. Just then, a knock came at the door.

The person outside barely bothered with courtesy — a couple of token knocks before pushing the door open. “Brother Luo, look who I brought you!”

Luo Sheng raised his eyes. The blond youth held a pink dumpling in his arms. The child’s face lit up when she saw him, and in her crisp little voice she called:

“Daddy!”

The man’s brows arched in surprise.

The executives, who had been cowed like grandsons, couldn’t help looking up. The plump, jade-carved little dumpling wriggled down from Gu Mian’s arms and ran toward their president on short legs.

“Daddy, Yinyin brought you lunch!” she announced proudly.

Behind her, the bodyguard handed over the pink lunch box. Yinyin took it with both hands, wobbling a little under its weight, since it was heavy with soup and dishes.

“Dad—Daddy, eat.”

The executives weren’t sure if it was their imagination, but the fiery dragon-like aura around the president seemed to soften instantly. The office no longer felt so oppressive.

The dumpling chirped as she opened the lunch box, releasing delicious aromas.

Luo Sheng’s big hand took it and set it on the desk. Noticing the curious stares around them, he growled, “What are you all still standing here for?”

The dumpling busily unpacked the food, showing off the colorful dishes and fragrant soup. For executives who had worked all morning without lunch, the sight was torture.

“Still here?” Luo Sheng repeated coldly.

Executives: “…”

As they left, they snuck glances back — the dumpling was perched on her daddy’s lap, smiling sweetly as she pointed at dishes one by one.

“Daddy, I tried this one, it’s yummy! And these ribs too, also yummy! All the things Daddy likes to eat!”

Then she sighed like a little adult, her chubby face filled with mock helplessness. “Daddy, you’re already grown up. You need to learn to eat properly by yourself!”

Luo Sheng: “…”

The executives, not far yet, burst into suppressed laughter.

Gu Mian, however, laughed loudly without restraint. Pointing at Luo Sheng, he howled, “Yinyin’s right! Brother Luo, you’re already grown up. Don’t tell me you need a three-year-old to remind you to eat!”

He added, melodramatically, “Ahhh, our little Yinyin is such a sweetheart. Wuwu… why don’t I have such a caring little cotton-padded jacket?!”

Then, half-joking, he turned to Luo Sheng. “Be honest, Brother Luo, what’ll it take for you to let Yinyin be my goddaughter?”

The man sneered, setting out his chopsticks. Before eating, he gave Gu Mian a sidelong glance. “If you’ve got nothing useful to do, don’t get in my way.”

“Pfft! If I hadn’t brought your daughter up, would you be eating such a delicious meal right now? Heartless much?”