VHBF – Chapter 5 The Playboy Daddy (Part 5)

When Mrs. Luo said those words, she didn’t know why, but she felt a little disappointed.

How could such a tiny, soft little thing, like a glutinous rice ball, not be hers?

She and her husband had heard about the Bai family. They were in the same social circle, so of course they knew a bit about one another. They’d never seen the Bai family’s youngest daughter, only heard she was quite young—around two or three years old.

When the Bai couple returned, their relatives had invited several people from their circle to a gathering. Mrs. Luo disapproved of such vulgar displays and didn’t attend. As a result, she missed the dramatic scene of her son being recognized as someone’s father.

Naturally, Luo Sheng never brought it up. He spun his car keys on his finger and left the house again. His blue Aston Martin roared like a beast and sped off like the wind, arrogant and unrestrained, vanishing in an instant.

Mrs. Luo, thoughtful for a moment, picked up the phone and called one of her close friends who had attended the Bai family’s gathering the day before. As soon as the call connected and Mrs. Luo started with, “Yesterday at the Bai family’s—”

She was interrupted mid-sentence. The other party raised her voice excitedly, “I was just about to call you to gossip about this!”

“You wouldn’t believe it—your little tyrant of a son got recognized as a dad by the Bai family’s little golden dumpling right in front of all of us!”

“That little girl clung to your son and refused to let go. She insisted your son was her daddy! I thought the poor thing must be confused—just randomly picking a dad.”

“Poor girl, growing up among wolves like the Bai family…”

After a few sighs, she changed her tone. “But that child was so persistent, wouldn’t let go no matter what. Maybe just let Luo Sheng go along with it?”

“The Bai Corporation, don’t tell me you’re not tempted?”

She spoke half-jokingly, half-seriously, teasing Mrs. Luo to think it over. That was a hundred-billion-yuan corporation—definitely worth it!

Even after hanging up, Mrs. Luo was still in a daze.

She stayed silent for a long time before asking her husband, “When did that brat of ours become so liked by kids?”

Mr. Luo thought for a moment and replied, “Did you see how Yinyin looked at Ah Sheng? Didn’t seem like she picked the wrong person…”

Could it really be that there was some strange kind of fate in this world?

Back at home, Yinyin had buried her little face into the bed, her voice muffled and full of sorrow. “Uncle System, did Daddy really forget me?”

“He doesn’t like me anymore…”

For the first time, the little dumpling truly understood that her daddy had forgotten her—completely treated her like a stranger, didn’t remember her at all.

“But… but even if I forgot Daddy, as long as I saw him, I’d still like him!”

Her journey to find her father had started out tough. On her very first attempt, she was already met with failure. Her little heart was shattered into tiny pieces. She gnawed on her finger and said, “Uncle System, Plan A didn’t work. Let’s go with Plan B, okay?”

The system paused. It had assumed this fragile little dumpling would mope for days after being hurt by her father…

But when it came to finding her daddy, she had always been scarily determined. She pulled the drawing from her bag again, took out a fresh sheet, and lay on the bed to start drawing.

“Uncle System, if I disappear for a few days, will Daddy miss me?”

The system thought back to the plotline, where the villain turned cold and ruthless after blackening, and went silent.

He couldn’t bear to tell her—even before blackening, her daddy was already heartless. He hated kids more than anything—without exception!

He couldn’t even take care of himself, let alone raise a child.

But the little dumpling was very sensitive and noticed a trace of meaning from the system’s silence. She quickly comforted it, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Yinyin will make Daddy like me again!”

Regaining her spirits, she energetically picked up her little paintbrush and started working on the second plan on a new sheet of paper.

As evening fell, the city lights came alive in a haze of indulgence.

Dim and chaotic lighting spilled over the dancers and drinkers in the bar.

Luo Sheng had just arrived when several flamboyantly dressed young men greeted him. “Brother Luo, what took you so long?”

“You went home this morning. Did you see the kid?”

One of them clicked his tongue. “Brother Luo, if you don’t want her, let me be her dad instead! Hundred billion, man. Forget being a dad, I’d treat her like royalty!”

Right after saying that, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. Luo Sheng was sitting there, his gaze as sharp as knives, locked on him.

He had only seen that look in Luo Sheng’s eyes back when they used to brawl—it carried killing intent, like he was about to devour someone alive.

The guy shivered, trying to suck up quickly. “What did I do wrong, Brother Luo? Just say the word, I’ll change!”

Luo Sheng had the arrogance to back up his reputation. Family background aside, back in his teens, he was an absolute menace—fighting like he had no regard for his life, terrifying to deal with.

He didn’t care for playing the gentleman. His methods, both overt and covert, were ruthless. In their group, few dared to cross him.

Luo Sheng sneered and downed his whiskey in one go, then slammed the empty glass upside down on the table. “You?”

“You think you’re fit to be a dad?”

“……”

No one else around noticed the tension. The bar had a dozen or so people, all drinking or boasting.

Some were already tipsy and talking nonsense, getting rowdy. One of them remarked, “I heard after that golden dumpling recognized Brother Luo as her dad, a bunch of people in the circle got restless. Not just the Bai family—even outsiders have their eyes on her.”

“She’s only three. It’s like carrying a gold brick through a crowded market. Who wouldn’t make a move?”

“Let’s make a bet—who do you think will win the dumpling over? When will the Bai Corporation change its surname?”

They threw out a few names—some Bai family relatives like Uncle Bai, and a few notoriously ruthless old foxes from their circle. But no one mentioned Luo Sheng.

Not only was he known for hating children, the Luo family wasn’t lacking in wealth either. They were an old family with deep roots—not the type to stoop to this. If he’d really wanted to accept the child, why didn’t he just agree on the spot when she called him Daddy?

The brown-haired man lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling between his long fingers.

But people who had it too good always attracted envy. Luo Sheng, the sole heir of the Luo family’s patriarch, had a life of privilege. He did as he pleased. And now even the golden dumpling had delivered herself to him.

Someone clicked their tongue. “People die for money, birds die for food. Everyone’s shameless for profit, but our Brother Luo—he’s on a different level.”

His tone was dripping with sarcasm. Huang Mao, who had the best relationship with Luo Sheng, shoved him, “What the hell is your problem? Talk like a normal person. What’s with the attitude?”

“I can’t stand people like you. No skills, all bitterness. If you were at least honest and said you were jealous of Brother Luo, I’d respect you as a man!”

“What are you staring at? Don’t be such a whiny little punk!”

About half the people present had grown up with Luo Sheng—fighting, skipping school together.

The rest were just drinking buddies. Good for a laugh, but they’d disappear at the first sign of trouble.

After Huang Mao’s outburst, others jumped in—some trying to mediate, others picking sides.

“It’s just a dumb little thing, no need to fight over it.”

Only Luo Sheng sat silently, staring at the upside-down glass in front of him. He stubbed out his cigarette harshly, grinding it on the table, tongue pressed against his molars.

“Not convinced, huh? You want to be a dad?”

CRASH!

No one saw how he moved, but a wine bottle smashed over the guy’s head.

“I’ll let you be the dad, all right?!”

A deathly silence fell.

No one had expected Luo Sheng to snap like that.

Yinyin had made a firm decision—not to talk to Daddy for a few days. On her drawing, she sketched Plan B: a tiny figure turning its back on Daddy, ignoring him!

But the very next day, she overheard Aunt Zhang gossiping with the other maids: “I heard the young master from the Luo family got into a fight at a bar. Beat up that Zhang family bastard till his head bled. But he didn’t get off easy either!”

“Aunt Zhang, tell us more! These rich young masters, drinking and fighting all day. Not like us at all—what different lives we lead!”

Zhang Yue had heard about it while walking the family dog—a lively golden retriever left by Mr. and Mrs. Bai. This was a rich neighborhood, and all the maids knew each other. Whenever they met, the gossip flowed.

Even without actively asking around, she had caught wind of the story. “They said the young masters were drinking in two groups. An argument broke out, and Young Master Luo’s side was outnumbered. No matter how skilled he is, glass bottles don’t have eyes. They say his face or head got split open—bled a lot…”

Zhang Yue had been glancing around to make sure the little lady wasn’t nearby before daring to share. But before she finished speaking, the tiny figure of Yinyin had already darted out like a bullet!

“Miss Yinyin, come back!”

The little dumpling ignored her, filled with only one thought: Daddy got hurt—someone hit him!

Her short little legs ran as fast as they could. The golden retriever hadn’t been leashed and sprinted out behind its tiny master.

As she ran, her voice trembled with sobs. “Uncle System, Daddy got hit!”