VHBF – Chapter 23 The Playboy Daddy (End)

Although kindergarten classes for the youngest group didn’t teach anything complicated, Yinyin still studied very diligently, always paying close attention to the teacher.

Yinyin had never gone to kindergarten before. Back when she was picking up bottles, she often saw other children carrying pretty little schoolbags, being dropped off and picked up by their families.

They could count, do simple single-digit addition and subtraction, draw pictures, and even sing nice songs!

Yinyin once secretly picked up a discarded sketchbook and treated it like treasure. She didn’t dare draw too big, afraid of wasting space, so she drew small pictures, making that half-used sketchbook last as long as possible.

She had never learned how to draw either, only using a broken pencil to sketch the trees and flowers in the neighborhood. The more she drew, the more she felt her drawings were the most beautiful in the world!

Even now, Yinyin still firmly believed that!

During class, Yinyin always listened intently, her chubby little face tensed, eyes wide open, filled with curiosity as she stared at the teacher.

Who wouldn’t like such a well-behaved little dumpling?

The homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, often called Mrs. Luo to praise her. She said Yinyin was serious and focused in class. Though usually lively, once class began she was attentive and never got distracted.

In kindergarten, lessons leaned more toward fun than actual study. After all, three- and four-year-olds didn’t have much patience for learning. Playing was their greatest instinct.

“So our Yinyin is really different. She’s serious and remembers everything I teach. Not only that, she even likes carrying her little notebook around to ‘teach’ other children,” Ms. Wang said with amusement.

At first, Yinyin thought her desk mate, little brother Shi Yuan, wasn’t good at studying and needed help. So after every lesson, she would ask, “Brother Shi Yuan, did you learn it? No? That’s okay, Yinyin knows, Yinyin will teach you!”

Later, she discovered Shi Yuan had tricked her—he already knew everything!

Yinyin was furious. In a huff, she carried her little notebook off to teach other children instead, trying to show a certain liar that she, Teacher Yinyin, never lacked for students!

Little Shi Yuan: “……”

By now, Yinyin had already recruited several “students” with her silver tongue. Every day, besides her own lessons, she also had to tutor others—busy as could be.

Ms. Wang told this story to Mrs. Luo as a joke, making the two of them laugh until their stomachs hurt over the phone.

She always reported Yinyin’s situation to Mrs. Luo, since that fierce, intimidating father scared her quite a bit. Especially after the fight incident last time, Ms. Wang felt inexplicably uneasy around him. Unless absolutely necessary, she would never call the dad directly.

After laughing, Mrs. Luo said warmly, “Don’t be fooled by how obedient Yinyin looks. Once she sets her mind on something, not even ten oxen could drag her back. If she can’t manage to teach one, then she’ll simply teach many. That way, she feels it’s complete!”

This was an elite kindergarten, offering more classes than ordinary public schools. By now, the children had already learned some simple characters.

Ms. Wang assigned them a project called Dreams.

The little ones didn’t know what “dream” meant, so she explained: “A dream is what you most want to do!”

One child raised a hand: “Does wanting candy right now count?”

Ms. Wang: “……”

“Well, your dream is to eat candy now. But if another child’s dream is to own a whole candy house, which one is better? Do you dare dream a little bigger?”

The child quickly shouted, “That doesn’t count, that doesn’t count! I’ll think again!”

“Teacher, I hope we can live in a candy world! Tables made of candy, chairs too—wherever you go, you can eat candy!”

Ms. Wang: “…… That’s actually quite good……”

Since the children only knew very simple characters—like one, two, three, four—Ms. Wang let them draw their dreams instead. After drawing, each child would come to the stage to present.

Most of the little ones, fearless and naturally eager to share, competed to show who had the “biggest dream.”

Yinyin, sitting in the second row, was next after the first row finished. She held her crayon tightly, racing against time.

She drew a tall figure in blue clothes, taller than the sun itself, and wrote beside it in red crayon: “Good Daddy.”

Next to the tall figure stood a little girl in a pink dress, holding a flower, with a big, chunky necklace of strange beads around her neck.

The lines were crooked and childish. Outsiders might not even tell what it was, but Yinyin beamed with satisfaction—Yinyin’s drawing was beautiful!

Ms. Wang announced: “Now, the second row, please. Yinyin, are you ready?”

Yinyin stopped drawing, puffed her cheeks, let out a breath, and said, “Ready!”

Since summer vacation was about to begin, today was the last day of the semester—the children would soon part ways.

Mrs. Luo had carefully dressed up Yinyin, making her look like a little doll princess. She even promised that after school the whole family would come pick her up. Even that silly, busy daddy Luo Sheng had to show up!

Wearing her pink dress and a little princess crown, Yinyin clutched her drawing paper as she stepped onto the stage.

Shi Yuan encouraged his desk mate. Reserved as he was, he clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture at her.

The pink dumpling’s cheeks flushed red. Though usually lively, at this moment she couldn’t help feeling a little shy. Not nervous—just bashful…

The children had no idea that for this “final class,” the kindergarten had secretly arranged for parents to watch. The little ones weren’t told—instead, the parents observed via HD wireless cameras, watching a live broadcast of the class to see their children’s behavior and inner thoughts.

Most children didn’t recognize the equipment and ignored it innocently, while Ms. Wang mischievously kept silent.

The earlier “dreams” had already left parents both laughing and speechless. Children’s thoughts were often surprising, difficult for adults to follow.

For example, one child said their dream was for their favorite teddy bear to talk and become human, so it could protect them—because their parents were always busy making money and didn’t care for them!

The parents of that child, sitting in the observation room, were mortified. Other parents shot them looks of disdain as if to say, What kind of parents are you?

Another child said her biggest dream was to have endless pretty dresses. Another hoped her mother’s chronic headaches would be cured…

So far, the most shocking was a child who innocently declared: “My dream is for my dad and stepmom to die. I hate them!”

The reason? Her dad had cheated, brought a stepmother home, and divorced her mom. After her mother moved out, she was no longer the cherished little princess, but a pitiful child. The stepmom secretly bullied her, and her father ignored it.

This time, the one attending the parent-teacher meeting was her biological mother, since the father didn’t care—he simply called and told the mom to go. Watching her daughter’s innocent little face on the big screen, she burst into uncontrollable tears.

Someone suggested quietly: “Why not take the child back with you?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Back when she divorced, because of her husband’s power, she had no support and couldn’t win custody of her child. Secondly, she had thought her child would live like a princess with him, while with her, she might suffer. But now, this once weak woman decided she would fight to bring her child back!

She thought it would be a hard battle, but after the parent–teacher meeting, a middle-aged man approached her, slipped her a business card, and told her that the Luo Corporation would help her. He asked her to call the lawyer on the card.

That is another story.

This time, the Luo family all three came to the parent–teacher meeting.

Mr. Luo’s legs had almost recovered. As long as he didn’t engage in strenuous exercise, he could walk without problems.

Next to the Luo couple sat a young man, lazily leaning against the back of his chair. His deep eyes were fixed on the little pink dumpling on the screen, reflecting the tiny figure within.

The little dumpling spread out her drawing paper and, in her soft childish voice, began talking about her dream.

Her sweet little voice carried excitement and longing: “Hello everyone, I’m Yinyin.”

“My… my dream is to wear the candy necklace Daddy made for me, put on the pretty dress Daddy gave me, and tell everyone—Daddy is the best daddy. He’s a good boy, and nobody is allowed to bully him!”

Unexpectedly, the dumpling’s dream wasn’t about always being with her father, but instead, she kept emphasizing that Daddy was a good boy and that no one should bully him!

The system fell silent, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. Could it be that its constant whispering to the little cub that her father was a bad man had made her sensitive to this? So much so that the little dumpling wanted everyone to recognize that her daddy was a good boy, and no one was allowed to bully him!

The children in the class remembered how Xiao Ai and Pengpeng had spoken badly about Yinyin’s father before. Now they understood, and they clapped hard, shouting, “Go, Yinyin! We support you!”

Teacher Wang also thought of that incident. Looking at the dumpling’s adorable little face, she couldn’t help but envy that young man—how lucky he was to have such a considerate little sweetheart!

Mr. and Mrs. Luo’s hearts melted completely. This dumpling really seemed fated with their family. Her affection for her father was extraordinary—closer than even a biological child could be. They couldn’t help but feel jealous of their own son!

The little dumpling always laid her little heart bare before her father. Even if outsiders said her daddy was a spoiled wastrel or a bad man, she refused to believe it. She would even put her chubby hands on her hips to argue back, and if pushed, the dumpling would throw punches—able to take on two at once!

“Daddy isn’t a wastrel, he’s not a bad man. He works very hard and has to raise Yinyin. Daddy is working so hard!”

She didn’t know exactly what “wastrel” meant, but since people always linked it with “bad man,” she knew it couldn’t be good. It must be an insult. So Yinyin emphasized: “Daddy is a good boy!”

“Thank you everyone, I’m finished.” The pink dumpling bowed properly to the audience, very ceremonious.

Unfortunately, her little body was too short and plump. With that deep bow, she nearly rolled right off the stage! Luckily, Teacher Wang reacted quickly, grabbing her collar and pulling her back up.

Yinyin: “…”

Her little face turned crimson. After being pulled back, she covered her eyes with her chubby hands, muttering to herself: “You can’t see me, can’t see me, can’t see me…”

“If you can’t see, then you can’t laugh at Yinyin!”

Only after this self-hypnosis did she lower her fat little paw, satisfied to see none of her classmates laughing. The dumpling secretly covered her mouth and giggled. So smart! Yinyin was truly clever!

In fact, the moment she almost tumbled off the stage, her classmates—who had just been moved by her speech—couldn’t help but laugh. It was only when Teacher Wang glared at them one by one that they held it in. By the time Yinyin finished her “self-brainwashing” and opened her eyes, they had already suppressed their laughter.

Meanwhile, the parents in the viewing room burst into laughter.

“Pfft hahaha, where did this little treasure come from! Too cute! I’m dying of laughter!”

“She’s from the Luo family, isn’t she? Mrs. Luo, this must be your child? Hahaha, what a delight!”

“She gets along so well with young master Luo! If only I had such a little sweetheart. My boy’s a rascal—three days without a spanking and he’s tearing the roof down!”

Mrs. Luo loved it when others praised her granddaughter. She smiled happily, waving her hand modestly, “Your children are just as adorable. Every child is cute, aren’t they?”

But of course—hers was the cutest!

The young man’s lips curled slightly, a flicker of laughter in his eyes. My little one.

This parent–teacher meeting at the kindergarten was especially meaningful. It allowed these busy parents to better understand their children’s real thoughts. And what everyone talked about most afterwards was the little princess of the Luo family.

This noble kindergarten had no shortage of wealthy, influential families. Many moved in the same social circles as the Luo and Bai families. After returning home, when they talked about it, they mentioned the Luo family’s little princess.

Although she wasn’t their biological daughter, her bond with Young Master Luo was extraordinary. While other children dreamed of food, toys, or worried about little troubles in life…

Only the Luo family’s dumpling dreamed that no one should ever bully her daddy!

In the adults’ eyes, such a childish yet heartwarming dream was simply irresistible. Who wouldn’t love such a child?

Sitting on her daddy’s shoulders, the little dumpling chattered endlessly, boasting how well she had done in class and how all the kids had applauded her!

As for almost falling down—she didn’t mention it at all. Yinyin had already mentally deleted that embarrassing moment. No way would she allow herself to lose face in front of Daddy!

Mr. and Mrs. Luo watched with amusement, teasing her by asking what she had said in class.

The dumpling blushed. The bold little speaker from earlier was now all shy and awkward, stammering, “C-can’t say. It’s a dream. Teacher said if you say it out loud, it won’t come true.”

“Ohhh…” Mrs. Luo deliberately drew out her voice, nodding solemnly, “I see!”

She exchanged a smile with her husband.

Then the dumpling leaned close to Daddy’s ear and whispered, “Daddy, a-actually… Yinyin’s dream is to go to the amusement park with you!”

Her eyes sparkled with longing. “Yinyin has never been to an amusement park before…”

The employees at Bai Corporation were shocked to discover that their president skipped work that day.

Soon, a hashtag went viral on Weibo: #MostBeautifulFatherDaughterPairEverSpottedAtCityAAmusementPark.

It was a candid photo by a passerby. In it, a young, handsome man held a little pink dumpling in his arms. The dumpling clutched a heart-shaped pink cotton candy, taking a bite herself and reluctantly offering a piece to her father. Her little face looked pained at the loss. The photo froze this scene, leaving netizens in stitches.

Everyone exclaimed—where had this little cutie come from? Too adorable! Even cuter than celebrity kids!

Gradually, some people commented that this fairy-like father-daughter pair looked familiar.

“Haven’t we seen them somewhere before?”

Sharp-eyed netizens soon found the Luo Corporation’s official Weibo. The pinned post read: Our young master has become a dad!

And the photo attached? It was this same pair who had gone viral!

Very quickly, the trending hashtag changed to #FairyFatherAndDaughterAreActuallyTheLuos!!!

The netizen who first shared the photo never expected such a huge reaction. Once they learned this pair was the Luo heir and his daughter, they hurriedly dug out more photos.

There was even a short video—of the man, stiff-faced and awkward, sitting on a pink carousel horse. The adorable dumpling sat in front of him, grabbing the horse’s tiny horns, her face radiant with joy. She waved her short little hands and kept calling, “Daddy! Daddy!”

When they got off, the man’s face was pitch-black. But the dumpling, oblivious to his mood, threw herself at his face and planted a loud kiss. “Daddy, Yinyin is so happy!”

The tall, handsome man instantly froze.

The person who had secretly filmed originally just wanted to keep the video to admire in private. But after seeing the comments under the Luo Corporation’s Weibo post, she couldn’t hold back. She uploaded the video with the caption: If this doesn’t count as being a qualified dad, then what does?

After all, even ordinary dads rarely ride the carousel with their children—it was usually the moms. And yet this was the Luo heir, a so-called “wastrel”?

The worse his reputation had been before, the stronger the contrast appeared now. For netizens, it was simply unbelievable. The infamous Young Master Luo was actually such a doting dad???

He was practically spoiling his daughter to the heavens!

Then netizens dug deeper and found out Luo Shao hadn’t taken over his own family’s company, but had gone to Bai Corporation instead—as president!

Looking at recent financial news, they discovered that after Luo Sheng joined, Bai Corporation’s stock had risen significantly. They had struck deals with a major international trade group, securing contracts that meant Bai wouldn’t be short on funds for at least three years!

Netizens laughed, joking that being a dad these days wasn’t easy—you had to not only play with your kid but also manage a company!

With his new “doting dad” persona, the once notorious Luo heir suddenly gained a whole new reputation. Public opinion shifted, and hordes of female fans screamed that they wanted to marry him—even if it meant being a stepmother!

“Who was it that said a wastrel can’t be a good dad? Well, they’ve been slapped in the face! He’s amazing—not only raising his kid well, but also becoming a president and reaching the peak of life!”

“This proves that even a so-called wastrel can be a great father!”

“Ahhh, Luo Shao is such a daughter-con! I can’t resist—I’ve become his fan!!”

“If being a dad has such magical transformative powers, maybe I should have a child too!”

Marketing accounts and micro-business sellers jumped in: “Even the young master of the Luo family uses this special daddy edition…”

Gu Mian pointed at the comments on the tablet, laughing as he teased: “Brother Luo, you’ve become the official spokesperson for all dads out there. Those marketing accounts on Weibo are practically making a fortune off you, hahaha!”

Countless children’s product brands took advantage of the “Daddy Luo with his kid” trend for free publicity, praising the Luo family’s heir to the skies. They claimed, “Even such a rich and handsome dad pampers his child like this. Aren’t you going to buy better things for your own kid? Follow his example, and you’ll reach the peak of life!”

Gu Mian saved the short video of the carousel and raised the tablet, grinning: “So, Brother Luo, how did it feel riding a carousel for the first time? Pretty thrilling, wasn’t it?”

“Tut tut, to think our Brother Luo never rode a carousel as a kid, and now in his late twenties or thirties, thanks to little Yinyin, he finally got the chance! Happy or not?”

Luo Sheng’s face darkened. “Shut up!”

The little dumpling sat on Daddy’s lap, giggling foolishly: “Happy! Yinyin is happy, so Daddy must be super happy too!”

Luo Sheng: “…”

Gu Mian laughed so hard he rolled on the sofa, pounding the cushions as he howled: “Pfft—Hahaha! Yinyin, Uncle Gu just loves how honest and adorable you are!”

Mu Bai had been in City A for a year, running to the Luo house every few days. Initially, he used the little dumpling as an excuse to approach the family and observe Luo Sheng for any abnormalities. But not only did he find nothing suspicious, he ended up being captured by a certain dumpling instead.

Whenever he saw snacks, he wanted to buy them for her; when he saw cute clothes, he wanted to bring them back for her to wear. He treated her no less than a biological daughter—just short of officially recognizing her as his own.

Unfortunately, a certain man who disliked him was constantly watching from the sidelines. Mu Bai felt that if he so much as suggested becoming the dumpling’s dad, that man really might hire someone to throw a sack over his head.

When she heard Pretty Uncle was leaving, the four-year-old dumpling clung pitifully to his trouser leg, crying miserably: “Wuwuwu, Pretty Uncle, why do you have to go? Yinyin doesn’t want you to leave!”

Mu Bai crouched down, wiping the tears off her chubby cheeks, and gently coaxed her: “Be good, Yinyin. Once Uncle Mu gets back, I’ll call you and send you yummy candies, okay?”

“No!”

Luo Sheng lifted the dumpling by the back of her collar from behind. “Sorry, the kid’s being naughty and wasting your time. You’d better go.”

Mu Bai: “…”

The dumpling flailed in Daddy’s grip, waving toward Pretty Uncle: “Bye-bye, Uncle! Don’t forget to send Yinyin yummy candies!”

Mu Bai: “…”

…Resigned to his fate.

Once in the car, Mu Bai opened his backpack and found a jar of snacks inside—milk candies, biscuits, and even some he recognized as the ones he had bought for the dumpling before.

He remembered this little jar. Because she was young, her family limited her snack intake—especially her father, Luo Sheng, who was practically a “snack tyrant.” If she ate even a little too much, he would notice immediately.

Because of that, the dumpling cherished every treat she got, reluctant to eat them, always saving some and hiding them away in a little jar.

Mu Bai knew about this pink jar because one day, in front of him, she secretly stashed the snacks he gave her inside and whispered: “Uncle, don’t tell anyone, okay? Yinyin’s hiding them to eat slowly!”

Now, that jar had ended up in his hands.

Holding it with his big hands, Mu Bai suddenly smiled, a faint light flickering in his eyes. With such a soft, lovable little treasure around, even a devil would have no choice but to surrender.

So he left without worry. Mu Bai believed that even if Luo Sheng really had something unusual about him, with such a weakness by his side, he could never commit evil.

After Pretty Uncle left, Daddy’s face turned dark. He was so angry he wouldn’t even talk to her. The dumpling was so anxious that her chubby face wrinkled into a frown.

“Uncle System, is Daddy mad?”

With the protagonist gone, the villain showed no signs of blackening. After calculation, the system estimated the probability of blackening at 0.000001%—so low it was practically zero. Relaxed, it even joked with her: “Little cub, your daddy’s jealous!”

The dumpling tilted her head in confusion. “What’s jealous?”

“Jealous means seeing how close you are with Uncle Mu, and he’s unhappy about it.”

The dumpling suddenly understood, frowning hard in thought. After a while, she ran to her room, rummaged in the cabinet, and pulled out a big pink tin box—the same model as Mu Bai’s little jar, except twice the size.

Yinyin hugged the pink tin, her little face pained as she stroked it. This was her last stash!

In the study, the man sat with a file in hand, his aura icy cold. He flipped through the pages without expression. After a while, there was still no movement at the door—no sign of the little shadow who usually trailed after him. His aura grew even colder.

Finally, the dumpling heaved the big pink tin into the study. Struggling, she carried it over and presented it to him. “Daddy, here!”

Luo Sheng gave a cold laugh, but his large hand still honestly opened the lid. Inside were all sorts of snacks—her most treasured favorites!

The system was stunned. “Little cub, didn’t you already give your snacks to Pretty Uncle?”

But the dumpling said matter-of-factly: “Those were my second favorites. These are my number one! Daddy, don’t be mad, don’t be jealous—Yinyin’s snacks are all for you!”

After speaking, she sucked in a breath of pain, as if parting with her treasures to coax Daddy had cost her dearly.

Luo Sheng: “…”

“…Jealous?”

The dumpling covered her mouth, pretending to be silly. “Hehehehehe…”

“Ah, Daddy has to be good. You can’t hit little kids!”

…

“Daddy, can you eat just a little? Just a tiny bit—leave some for Yinyin, okay?”

From the study came the clear, crisp laughter and childish chatter of the dumpling. Passing by, the housemaid smiled knowingly. Their adorable little miss must be pestering the young master for candy again.

【Parallel World Extra】

Luo Sheng was a notorious villain, the culprit behind the decline of City A’s business world. The Zhang, Su, and Liu families—all prestigious households—were ruined by his hand.

This evil man, whom everyone wanted dead, had recently escaped from prison, vanishing without a trace. The entire city was in panic.

At dawn, in a dark bedroom, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes—sharp, clear, without a hint of grogginess.

But a moment later, when he closed and reopened them, there was a flicker of confusion. Could such a heartless, infamous man really look lost?

He got up, clarity returning to his gaze.

Pouring himself a glass of ice water, he let the cold seep into his stomach. Standing atop the tallest skyscraper in City A, he looked out at the distance. This was the very building from which members of the Zhang, Su, and Liu families had once leapt to their deaths—shattered bones, ruined ambitions, fulfilling his vengeance.

Everyone in City A was searching for him. The police had issued warrants everywhere. No one would imagine he remained in City A, boldly living in this building.

The apartment was about 200 square meters, with only a small kitchen and bathroom. The rest was open space—just a sofa, a wine cabinet, and a bed. Empty. As empty as the man himself, like a wandering soul.

Luo Sheng wasn’t afraid of being caught. He toyed with the world like a mischievous child—trapping the three families into ruin, then toying with the police. When he was bored, he simply walked out of prison.

The floor-to-ceiling window reflected his tall, slender figure. He was very tall, very thin, his complexion pale—clearly he hadn’t eaten properly in a long time.

He thought absently—wasn’t that Mu fellow, the little cop, rather bothersome?

Suddenly, a voice crackled in the void, like an electric shock: “Commander, commander! He’s going to kill the male lead! Waaah, the world’s about to collapse!”

A moment later came a stern reply: “Wait a little longer.”

The man downed his drink and suddenly laughed at the empty glass.

In the transparent reflection, it was as if a little child appeared—about three years old, soft and small, with a milky voice calling out: “Daddy!”

“My dream is… Daddy’s the best. Nobody’s allowed to bully him!”

He blinked, and that frozen heart of his suddenly ached—sour and numb.

Sitting motionless until dawn, he watched the sun rise through the glass window. Raising a hand to block the light, he chuckled quietly: “Little one…”

Later, the police received a letter. The sender was none other than Luo Sheng, the criminal who had terrified the entire business world.

Though he hadn’t personally killed anyone, because of him City A’s economy collapsed, countless people lost jobs, and the Zhang, Su, and Liu families were destroyed.

That letter revealed the truth of the Luo family’s downfall. From the Luo chairman’s “accidental” car crash, to Mrs. Luo’s suicide, to the group’s decline—everything had been premeditated.

The masterminds were precisely the Zhang, Su, and Liu families.

Along with the letter came a package, filled with evidence Luo Sheng had collected over the years—detailed and irrefutable.

Before having that dream, he had no intention of handing it over. He never expected justice for the Luo family; the dead could not return. For him, revenge was already complete when the three families collapsed.

But on that letter lay the final words:

“I’m done playing. Go find my daughter.”

From then on, Luo Sheng disappeared completely. No matter how the police searched, they found nothing. The case records described him as: born into the Luo family, unmarried, childless.

Where would a daughter come from?

Thus, this became one of City A’s unsolved mysteries.

_{First Arc is completed. Ahh, Yinyin, so cute yinyin. What do you think of the image below? Isn’t our yinyin very cute. I love her so so much.}