VHBF – Chapter 3 The Playboy Daddy (Part 3)

Seeing that it was about time, Mrs. Luo instructed the maid to bring the dishes to the table.

A rich aroma quickly filled the dining room.

From outside came the sound of a servant greeting the master of the house: “Sir, you’re back.”

“Mm.” The man changed his shoes and looked down at the little dumpling trailing behind him. There weren’t usually kids this small in the house, so there were no shoes for her to change into.

Yinyin was very observant and quickly said, “I’ll take my shoes off. I don’t need slippers.”

The living room had carpet, so it didn’t really matter whether one wore shoes or not. Mr. Luo had just nodded in agreement and was about to crouch down to help her take off her shoes when the dumpling quickly waved her hands, “Uncle, I can do it myself.”

As she spoke, she squatted down to take off her little shoes.

Mr. Luo was stunned by the sweet “Uncle,” and by the time he came back to his senses, the dumpling had already taken off her shoes and neatly placed them next to his large ones. Beside them was a pair of blue slippers. Her tiny pink princess shoes placed next to the two adult-sized pairs looked surprisingly harmonious.

Yinyin quietly pursed her lips, her little ears turning red, afraid someone might notice—she had deliberately placed her shoes right next to Daddy’s slippers, very close! Her chubby white feet wiggled shyly, each of the five round, adorable toes twitching a little.

Mr. Luo: “……”

He couldn’t help but mutter—should she be calling him Uncle or Grandpa…?

Wait, why was he even thinking about that? The real question was—did his brat of a son really have a daughter this big already?!

Considering how unreliable that rascal Luo Sheng was, Mr. Luo, as his father, knew him all too well. And precisely because he knew him well, he genuinely couldn’t say for sure whether this child was actually his granddaughter.

But the dumpling was just too cute. Standing there shyly with her head tilted up to look at him, something in Mr. Luo’s long-dormant heart as a father finally stirred a little.

He tried to smile kindly, but to everyone else, his usually stern, expressionless face now smiling looked more like a big bad wolf trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood away.

But the dumpling wasn’t afraid. With the instinct of a small animal, she sensed that this uncle wouldn’t hurt her. And since she needed his help to find her daddy, she looked up and gave him a sweet smile. “Uncle, is Daddy home?”

Mr. Luo: “……”

That damned rascal is dead meat!

Mrs. Luo heard the commotion at the door and came out.

She was about to greet her husband as usual, but the moment she opened her mouth, she froze.

Her husband was bending down, talking to a soft and adorable little dumpling—judging by her height, she couldn’t be more than two or three years old. Snapping out of her daze, Mrs. Luo asked, “Who’s this?”

“Found her at our door,” Mr. Luo replied, still struggling internally with whether he should be called Grandpa or Uncle. If this really was his son’s kid, wouldn’t calling him Grandpa be letting that brat take advantage?

He said, “You take her for now. I’ll go wash my hands.”

Seeing a stranger approach, the little dumpling stood nervously where she was, lips pursed tightly. Her two chubby little hands were clutched together, and her bare little feet wished they could hide all five toes. She blinked her big eyes at them with a hint of closeness, mixed with shyness.

Mrs. Luo, though full of questions, couldn’t help being utterly charmed. Unable to resist, she patted the dumpling’s fuzzy little head, which in turn leaned into her hand instinctively.

Her smile grew warmer. She took the dumpling’s hand and led her inside. “What’s your name?”

“Hello Auntie, my name is Yinyin.”

“And where did Yinyin come from?”

Blushing, the dumpling replied, “Auntie, my house is over there.” She pointed toward the east. “Very, very close.”

Mrs. Luo didn’t think much of it, assuming the dumpling lived in the eastern neighborhood. She continued asking questions as she led her inside.

By the time Mr. Luo had washed his hands and returned to the dining table, the big and the small were already seated and eating. Since there was no child-sized booster seat in the house, Mrs. Luo remembered they still had the one her son used as a child and asked the maid to fetch it from the storage room.

“The one Ah Sheng used when he was little.”

At the dinner table, Mrs. Luo’s long-lost maternal instincts had fully awakened. She doted on the dumpling so much that the little one kept calling her “Auntie” sweetly with every bite. Mr. Luo twitched at the corners of his mouth, his face warping with every “Auntie” he heard.

When the dumpling was taken to the bathroom by the maid, Mr. Luo leaned over to his wife and said, “Um… do you know anything about where that kid came from?”

“Who cares where she came from? It’s not like she’s not human,” Mrs. Luo said indifferently.

“Well, listen to me first.”

“Stop eating for a second and take a deep breath…” Mr. Luo looked like he had a headache. “That kid might be our son’s daughter!”

Clang! The spoon in Mrs. Luo’s hand fell into her bowl, splashing soup. Her eyes widened. “O-Our son’s daughter?!”

Mr. Luo told her everything he’d learned from the dumpling, along with his own suspicions. “You know how unreliable that brat is—he probably left behind this little one three years ago.”

When the dumpling came back from the bathroom, Mrs. Luo picked her up and set her back in the chair. “Call Ah Sheng and tell him to come home. And ask him exactly what’s going on.”

After speaking, she lowered her head to carefully study Yinyin’s little face. It was round, fair, and tender, with delicate and petite features. Her big eyes were polite and innocent when looking at people—it was clear at a glance that she had been well taken care of.

This… this adorable and well-behaved child was her granddaughter???

In the spacious and luxurious living room, several young men were sprawled out across the long sofa, limbs tangled in various directions. A few had even collapsed on the shaggy carpet, snoring away.

Suddenly, a ringtone shattered the silence of the room.

“…Who the hell is that? So noisy!” The blonde-haired youth was the first to wake. His shirt was missing, revealing a small tiger tattoo on his arm. He squinted his drowsy eyes open as the black phone on the coffee table beside him buzzed insistently.

He reached out and grabbed the phone. The screen displayed: “Ms. Yao.”

Ms. Yao was Luo Sheng’s mother.

The blonde instantly sobered up.

He shook the man sleeping on the sofa. “Brother Luo, Brother Luo, wake up! Ms. Yao is calling!”

Ms. Yao—also known as Mrs. Luo—arched an eyebrow and put the phone on speaker. On the other end, she could faintly hear breathing.

Her son sounded like he had just woken up; his voice was groggy and slightly hoarse. “Hello?”

Mrs. Luo didn’t respond. Mr. Luo was just about to yell at the brat and order him to come back immediately when—

Unexpectedly, Yinyin’s eyes lit up upon hearing the man’s voice. She eagerly leaned toward the phone and shouted, “Daddy!”

Mrs. Luo: “……”

Mr. Luo: “……”

The phone on the other end was also on speaker, so that one shout of “Daddy” startled every single person in the room awake—whether they had been asleep or half-awake!

“D-Dad?” the blonde stammered, nervously looking at the man beside him. “Brother Luo, that sounded like that little golden child from the Bai family, didn’t it?”

“No need to guess. That tone, that voice—who else could it be?”

“Brother Luo, say something already! Are you really going to push away a little golden child who just walked in through the door?” someone said after turning off the speakerphone, clearly egging him on.

Damn, that little golden child came with a hundred-billion-yuan corporation backing her. Compared to the Luo family, they were almost evenly matched!

Getting that little golden child meant getting that hundred-billion-yuan corporation. Even lazy guys like them were tempted. And Brother Luo had actually walked away from all that, leaving the kid behind like she meant nothing?

Now that kind of nerve—not everyone has it.

And yet, the man merely froze for a second, then lifted a long finger and tapped the red hang-up button.

The call ended.

Then he lay back down and went right back to sleep.

The group of friends: “……”

“Tsk, so what if you have to be a surprise dad? I wish I could suddenly be a dad to a hundred-billion kid!”

“Brother Luo, wake up already! That little golden child just walked in holding a gold brick, calling you Daddy! Are you really going to shut her out?”

The brown-haired man ignored them completely, pulled a jacket off the back of the sofa, and covered his head with it, not moving an inch.

Mr. Luo had deliberately used his wife’s phone to make the call—he figured the brat might hang up if he saw his number. But he hadn’t expected the kid to hang up on his own mother, especially right after Yinyin called out “Daddy.”

Mr. and Mrs. Luo looked at each other, then turned their eyes to Yinyin.

Yinyin looked confused, with a touch of grievance in her expression. She had also realized that her father had hung up. “I-I…”

“Yinyin didn’t mean to,” she explained hesitantly, stammering in fear that these two uncles and aunties would get angry and kick her out.

Mrs. Luo exchanged another glance with her husband. They were now ninety percent certain—this little brat had to be their biological granddaughter. That rotten son must’ve recognized her voice; otherwise, why would he feel guilty and hang up?

This was also the first time Mrs. Luo had ever been hung up on by her own son!

She didn’t call again, instead dialing another number.

The muted phone on the coffee table buzzed again. The blonde was startled. “L-Brother Luo, it’s my phone…”

The man still had his head buried under the jacket and ignored him.

“Sh-She’s calling me now…”

Mr. Luo was already pacing the living room, fists clenched and ready to beat some sense into his son the moment he got back. In his heart, he was now certain that Yinyin was his flesh and blood.

Mrs. Luo, worried her husband would blow a gasket, pushed him aside and kept him away from the phone. “Just wait till we trick him into coming back. Then you can discipline him however you like.”

In Mrs. Luo’s view, her adorable little granddaughter had been hidden from her for three years—without a word or even bringing her home to raise? Utterly irresponsible!

It took more than twenty years, but she had finally realized her son was a total scumbag!

The blonde, now panicking despite having done nothing wrong, muttered nervously, “Brother Luo, why did you hang up just now? Auntie probably thinks we’re up to no good again!”

The brown-haired man had already gotten up. He splashed water on his face, grabbed the car keys, and prepared to leave.

“Brother Luo, where are you going?”

“To be a dad.”

His friends: “……”

A blue Aston Martin streaked down the road like a rainbow. He didn’t drive all the way in—he stopped just outside the Luo family estate.

Inside the living room, laughter and joy filled the air. The elderly couple played with Yinyin, coaxing her to sing. Their expressions were full of love and tenderness—they had completely embraced their new roles as grandparents.

The cheerful sounds reached the door. Luo Sheng paused just as he stepped inside.

On the shoe rack sat a tiny pair of pink shoes, not even half the size of a palm. They were nestled right between his slippers and Mr. Luo’s leather shoes, squeezed in between the two larger pairs. They stood out glaringly—just like that day, when Yinyin had boldly called him “Daddy” and said he had to raise her.

The three—two old, one young—were playing together happily. Yinyin, her cheeks red, hesitated as she considered whether to sing for the nice uncle and auntie. Suddenly, her nose twitched.

She sniffed the air, then without thinking, turned and ran toward the entrance.

“Where are you going, Yinyin?”

“Daddy!”

Her childish voice rang out loud and clear: “Daddy’s back!”

Mr. and Mrs. Luo: “……”