VHBF – Chapter 84 Movie King Daddy (Part 43)

The reason the haters swarmed in so quickly was because Wei Ming finally couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The system had been acting strange these past few days—sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing—and it couldn’t offer Wei Ming any real solutions.

According to the system, its ability to “help” Wei Ming was limited. First, it had to be done face-to-face with the target. Second, it required energy, and this energy had to be stolen from others. The system absorbed luck, and Wei Ming earned points from which he exchanged for various items and cheats.

Wei Ming had received the system back when he was just a trainee. On his climb to the top, he didn’t even know how many people he had stepped on. The luck of those he used as stepping stones was naturally plundered by the system to serve as nourishment.

Zhu Ji was the person with the strongest luck the system had ever encountered in this world. Luck was like one wind overpowering another—either you die or I live. If Zhu Ji had continued sinking in despair, then after some time, all the luck on him would have been transferred to Wei Ming.

But who could have predicted that although Zhu Ji himself was quite Buddhist and laid-back, he had a daughter with incredible power—the whole nation adored her. Because of her, Zhu Ji’s career had been washed clean by more than half. The system’s previous psychological hints no longer worked. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before Zhu Ji recovered completely, and all the luck belonging to him would naturally return to its rightful owner.

Back when Zhu Ji was pushed down, Wei Ming truly tasted the benefits. Various invitations came one after another, and even some light-luxury international brands extended olive branches to him. For a newcomer in the industry, this treatment was meteoric. Not to mention the public-welfare film for the national channel that he had already completed.

Wei Ming couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose all this. To live like some of his peers who never made it—clinging to rich women, lowering themselves just to get crumbs of resources? He couldn’t accept that!

After the system disappeared again for two days, Wei Ming finally snapped and made his move.

His target’s daughter had appeared on national news again. As the father, Zhu Ji’s character had been brought up once more—this time in a positive light. Netizens believed that a man capable of raising such a child couldn’t possibly be a bad person. His daughter had even appeared on the national news broadcast—if the father had real issues, would she be allowed on there?

Watching the discussion heat up, Wei Ming felt like he was burning alive. And then the next morning, the TV station had launched this livestream variety show.

Wei Ming still remembered that the little girl’s first variety show appearance had helped her father establish a “good dad” image and caused the father-daughter duo to gain a lot of fans. If this livestream went well and then something big followed afterward, Wei Ming felt that even with the system backing him, he might not win anymore.

At that moment, Wei Ming was hiding at home, opening the livestream and watching the water-army he hired plunge into the battlefield and cause chaos. His gloomy expression finally began to lighten.

…

By the end, the show had completely slipped out of Director Zhao’s control. Holding his tablet, eyes glued to the screen, he wiped sweat as he gave live updates to the little dumpling, translating what the haters were saying. Despair filled his heart.

He had imagined his show might flop, or it might explode in popularity. But he never imagined… that one day he would become nothing more than a translator—on his own show—dutifully translating hate comments for his tiny guest, and acting as her cheerleader, encouraging her as she roasted the antis.

His old face alternated between red and black, sweat dripping from his temples. The more he thought about it, the more hopeless he felt. Ah… this damn suffocating show!

Director Zhao decided he would not attend the next episode in person. He treasured his life far too much!

At this moment, the little girl worshipped by all the mommy-fans stood barefoot on the sofa, hands on her chubby hips, glaring fiercely into the camera.

Every time the haters said something mean, it was relayed to her by Director Zhao. Her little mouth opened, and her baby voice—sharpened by anger—rose in pitch. For every insult the haters sent, she shot one back. If her speaking speed weren’t limited, she could have fired off several more lines.

Watching her delicate little eyebrows knit tightly together, the mommy-fans filled in the blanks themselves:

Sigh… it’s all because she’s young! If she weren’t so little and her speech not so slow, with her natural talent, these clowns wouldn’t even be enough for her to warm up on!

“…”

A lot of the mommy-fans were dumbfounded at first. In their impression, their little baby was soft, cute, pretty, smart, and loved bragging about her dad. Nothing in the world could be more adorable. If she had one flaw, it was that she was a little vain—as shown in the program group’s video posted that morning. But she was so cute—wasn’t that normal?

They stared blankly… feeling like their worldviews were being rewritten. Their minds went empty, but their eyes remained glued to the screen.

They gave the battlefield fully to the angry little Yinbao. Because of this, the live comments were full of pure hater speech, which Director Zhao scrambled to translate. He felt like he couldn’t keep up with the little girl’s tempo.

Hater #1 of Zhu Ji: “Like father, like daughter. You’re only three and already know how to fake it. Always acting cute to fool fans. Now you’re exposed, aren’t you? Little wildcat!”

The little girl’s hair-tie on top of her head practically exploded upward. Her brows raised sharply.

“‘Like father, like daughter’—what does that mean? Are you saying Daddy is as cute as Yinyin? That part you said right. But one thing you’re wrong about, bad uncle—Yinyin is not a wildcat, Yinyin is a bunny!”

She even proudly waved her little stuffed bunny.

Haters: “…”

Mom-fans: “Ughhh she’s still so cute—fierce and adorable!”

Director Zhao’s mouth twitched as he continued relaying comments.

“Zhu Ji’s my little bro” (hater): “With someone like the movie king, his daughter can’t be any better. She’s only popular because of packaging.”

The little dumpling immediately planted her fists on her hips again. Even though she didn’t actually understand half of it, she could still roast them back in her own way.

This battle between the little dumpling and the haters shocked the entire entertainment circle—and even spread beyond it. Those lucky enough to witness the livestream were laughing themselves stupid.

Clips of the dumpling “battling the masses” became countless memes—the most popular of the year. Many of her lines also became internet slogans and popular catchphrases, such as:

“Yinyin doesn’t need you to think. Yinyin needs me to think.”

“Is my dad good or not? Why don’t you tell me?”

“Uncle, are your eyes broken? Daddy is so good, how could he be a bad guy?”

“Daddy is my daddy, not yours! So what business is it of yours?”

“Director Uncle said you guys get paid to talk bad about others? If you’re short on money, tell Yinyin. Yinyin can give you one yuan…”

…

Movie King Zhu had gone to the supermarket to buy seasoning and left his daughter with Director Zhao. Seeing her father gone, the little dumpling became even more fearless and roasted the villains nonstop. Her little mouth didn’t stop moving for a second.

Her chubby little face was tight with indignation. Her angry poor-little-bird look should’ve been ugly on a grown adult, but on a delicate three-year-old dumpling, it was the cutest kind of contrast.

The mommy-fans were so overwhelmed by cuteness they no longer felt anger—only pride. A whole army of haters couldn’t beat their three-year-old baby and were roasted to the point they questioned their existence—truly pathetic!

The mommy-fans were bewitched by their beloved dumpling. Every line she said was followed by them flooding the screen:

“Baby you’re right!”

“Baby you’re amazing!”

“Baby go go go!”

“Our little princess is the best!”

Director Zhao wiped his exhausted sweat, watching helplessly as the show ran toward some unknown direction. He prayed that Movie King Zhu would return late. If the dad saw this, he might question life—and dissolve his contract with him.

The dumpling was still in high spirits. Director Zhao had already retreated to the side to reflect on life. His assistant had taken over translating.

The assistant was still a young guy, full of playful enthusiasm, and cheerfully relayed every hater comment without missing a single one.

The only sound in the livestream was the high-pitched baby voice rising and falling, while the viewer count climbed and climbed. Not only online—the TV ratings for Haijiang TV, which was simulcasting the show, climbed in a straight line.

Even though it wasn’t prime time, the ratings were nearly hitting 2. The TV station executives were grinning ear to ear, saying it might break 2 before the show ended.

When Director Zhao first transferred to their station and said he wanted to create a simultaneous TV-and-online livestream variety show to revive the station’s popularity, almost no one believed him—except the station head who hired him.

Who knew he had secretly invited the movie king’s daughter as a guest?

Her popularity was already high, but who would’ve thought she would end up fighting haters live? If it were an adult, it wouldn’t be this funny. But a three-year-old baby? It was comedy gold.

By now, the topic had quietly entered Weibo’s hot search. Netizens messaged each other: The movie king’s daughter is fighting haters live—once in a century! Watch or regret it forever!

The little dumpling continued her righteous rampage.

A hater called the father-daughter duo “poor trash” pretending to be rich, boasting, pretending to be a boss. He said it was shameful for such a little kid to brag.

The dumpling was stunned. Her round eyes widened in disbelief as she stared into the camera:

“We’re so rich and you can’t tell??”

She pointed at the leather sofa beneath her feet. “This soft sofa—have you ever sat on it?”

Then she held up a piece of candy. “This yummy candy—have you ever eaten it? And Daddy’s big shrimp—have you eaten those? No, right? If you haven’t, don’t talk!”

Hater: “…”

They’d all sat on sofas and eaten candy, but… why did it somehow make sense when she said it??

The water-army haters, probably embarrassed into fury, made up more nonsense to attack her.

The dumpling was even harsher—but still completely serious, with no malice, only sincerity. She lectured them:

“Daddy says good children don’t lie. Uncle, you’re older than Yinyin, much bigger, and you don’t understand this? Yinyin is so disappointed in you!”

Her little brows were furrowed, eyes full of genuine disappointment. Children had richer expressions than adults—everything they thought showed instantly on their face and in their eyes.

Her words were sincere. Her little face reflected pure emotion—like a live reaction sticker. Even though everyone knew she was angry, scolding haters, they couldn’t stop laughing—doubling over at their desks.

“Hahaha! Yinyin Bao disappointed in the whole world! 66666!”

“I’ve ruined two keyboards watching this show! One from choking on noodles, the other from spitting out water!”

“Our Yin-big-boss strikes—who dares fight!”

Fans quickly screenshot her expression and made meme images:

“(I’m so disappointed in you.JPG) Take it, no need to thank me!” It got instantly reposted.

“Saved! Thank you bro!”

“My new treasure-image arrived!”

Another hater refused to give up and cursed again, worse than before. The dumpling couldn’t curse—she only knew how to reason. Even when she was furious, she felt she was seriously explaining things.

“Uncle, you have a big bad heart. Yinyin gives you advice: grown-ups should be kind, or pretty sisters won’t like you!”

Hater: “…”

That stung—damn it! He was only taking money to insult people, why was he being attacked for being single??

Because of her ability to stab hearts, the dumpling earned a new nickname online:

“The Little Dumpling Single Dogs Should Fear.”

Another hater accused her dad of shady dealings.

Dumpling: “Who said Daddy likes to mess around with pretty aunties? Does ‘mess around’ mean finding Yinyin a mommy? Daddy doesn’t even have any pretty aunties liking him. Uncle, if you know any suitable ones, you can introduce them to Daddy. Yinyin will give you a red envelope!”

Hater: “…”

Mom-fans:

“YES—mama will fund it!!”

“I volunteer, pick me! Let the movie king marry me!”

“Shameless! If anyone gets him, it’s ME. I’m the baby’s real mom!”

The topic was about to derail again, so the haters quickly dragged it back:

“If your dad is so good, why did he bully that newbie guy back then?”

The dumpling didn’t believe it at all. She waved her chubby hands repeatedly:

“You say Daddy bullied a little brother? No, no, impossible! Daddy can’t even bully Yinyin—how could he bully bad guys? Daddy is too kind! Yinyin worries every day someone will bully Daddy! Why don’t you teach Daddy how to bully people? Yinyin will pay you salary!”

Hater: “…”

Dumpling: “You say Daddy uses drugs? What’s ‘using drugs’? Oh—makes you stupid? Daddy is the smartest in the world. He’s never been stupid. Thank you!”

Hater: “…”

Finally, the dumpling got thirsty. After gulping down a big mouthful of water, she said impatiently:

“Uncles, everything you say makes no sense! Yinyin doesn’t want to talk to you anymore! Yinyin gives you one suggestion—you guys aren’t even as good as Yinyin. You should go to the toddler class! Yinyin already skipped ahead to the small class!”

She puffed up her chubby cheeks and lectured sternly:

“Don’t be discouraged, uncles. Even though you’re a bit bad, you’re not hopeless. Study hard, listen to your teachers, be good, and don’t say bad things about people. That’s all. Bye-bye!”

“…”

By the end of this war between the dumpling and the haters, the barrage hardly contained any hater comments. Only a few stubborn ones persisted before being roasted into silence. The screen was still full—but now it was crammed with supportive messages.

The mommy-fans, viewers, and netizens who rushed in from Weibo were all frantically cheering on this tiny warrior.

Every netizen who came in with a soda and snacks, intending only to watch gossip, ended up becoming a crazed fan by the end, typing with demonic devotion:

“Baby you’re right!”

“Baby you’re so powerful!”

“Baby I love you!!”

If we rewind slightly—

Back when the dumpling’s war hadn’t yet begun, Zhu Ji had gone downstairs without knowing anything, to buy soy sauce and vinegar from the convenience store. Beside the cash register was a TV playing Haijiang TV.

Zhu Ji didn’t notice at first. Carrying the bottles, he walked toward the counter to check out—when he suddenly heard his daughter’s soft little voice coming from the TV…

When the livestream ended, the dumpling gulped water repeatedly. She glanced toward the kitchen and, not seeing her father, asked the director uncle why Daddy wasn’t back yet.

Director Zhao’s mouth twitched. He picked up his phone, ready to call the movie king—he needed to run, and fast!

Before he could make the call, the sound of a key turning came from the door.

Director Zhao: “…”