VHBF – Chapter 87 Movie King Daddy (End)

【Waiting for one person, guarding her until she grows up】

In the blink of an eye, their little dumpling had grown up. The tiny bundle from back then—had truly grown up!

The Imperial Capital was especially lively these days. Giant LED screens in several major commercial plazas were playing a looping birthday message.

Online, major forums and Weibo were buzzing, and because of the birthday girl’s status, even foreign social media platforms were discussing the hashtag: #TheGirlKissedByGod.

Her exceptionally blessed family background, her wealth, and her outstanding looks had made her adored by fans around the world.

For ordinary people, an eighteenth birthday was already something grand—inviting relatives, friends, classmates to celebrate. But the coming-of-age ceremony of this young girl, who was already a world-class heiress thanks to her incredibly capable father, had attracted the attention of the entire world.

The tribute video playing on those massive plaza screens was produced by the fans. It lasted about three minutes, showing photos from when she was three years old all the way to eighteen. Each stage, each frame—accompanied by fans’ heartfelt blessings.

People walking by paused to watch. From the chubby, pink-cheeked toddler to the now elegant young girl—every moment reflected the fans’ affection.

Fifteen years had passed. Some of the once-famous “Mom Fans” of little Yinyin had already passed away. Some were elderly now, their hair white and faces wrinkled. But one thing never changed—they still loved their precious little girl without hesitation.

The “Guardian Fans” from back then were mostly young adults in their twenties or thirties. Now, they had families and children of their own—crossing from youth into middle age. Fifteen years flew by without leaving a trace.

The only proof of time’s passage was the child they had guarded with their own hands—now all grown up. They had watched her grow, watched her transform from a round little bun into a beautiful, graceful young lady.

But Miss Zhu Yinyin herself did not accept this description. She refused to be called a “little lady”—that term felt too weak!

She had always seen herself as a warrior, someone who had protected her carefree, laissez-faire, silly father since childhood!

But her classmates, friends, and elders were still endlessly convinced she was a soft, pure little lady who needed everyone’s care.

Gentle, polite, kind, and pure—the baby everyone held in their palms.

Zhu Yinyin: “…”

The girl had just walked out of the exam hall, her expression relaxed and carefree—not at all like someone who had just finished the most important exam of her life.

This year’s college entrance exam used the national standardized paper. As one of the test centers, the entrance of Capital City No. 3 High School was packed—crowds everywhere, rows of cars, and anxious parents waiting for their children.

Yinyin had turned in her paper early.

The last subject—English—was far too easy for her. Since childhood, she had followed her father around the world.

After Y2 Company became stable and soared into rapid development, her father—founder and chairman—flew overseas frequently to attend various international meetings. Whenever the occasion allowed, he always brought along a tiny, sweet-faced little dumpling.

It practically became his signature. He looked like he wanted to stuff his daughter into his pocket, unable to part with her.

Netizens often joked:

“Other CEOs fight alone. Only Daddy Zhu goes into battle with a daughter buff!”

There was even a saying in the business world: Winning over President Zhu is tough, but you can win over his daughter instead.

So before Yinyin ever learned her school lessons, she had already learned enough English for daily conversation. Her father’s business partners—white, black, and brown—loved teasing her, and as they teased, she learned.

The girl wore a fitted pink dress reaching her knees, revealing two slender legs. Standing under a tree outside the school gate, she looked around with lively eyes deeply resembling her father’s.

Before she spotted the car that usually picked her up, a large hand appeared and lifted her schoolbag.

A warm male voice sounded above her. “Let’s go home.”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “Daddy!”

“Why are you here?” she asked as she slid into the black Lincoln, smiling so brightly her eyes curved like crescent moons.

“Uncle Liu said you had a meeting today and couldn’t pick me up.”

She looped her arm through her father’s and rubbed her face against his arm, content and sweet. Ever since he became the big boss, he had endless things to deal with—meetings, business, responsibilities.

Just as Grandpa Yu always said: The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

She hadn’t seen him in days—she was busy preparing for exams, and he was rushing around for various business summits.

Zhu Ji’s lips curved as he gently rubbed her fluffy head. “No matter how big the matter is, nothing is more important than my baby’s birthday.”

Yinyin’s eyebrows shot up. “I told you—you’re not allowed to call me baby anymore!!!”

The driver in the front quietly chuckled. Outside, their boss was mighty and intimidating. At home, he was simply a doting father.

Understandably so—he had raised her alone, playing both father and mother. Their bond was stronger than that of most father-daughter pairs.

Coincidentally, Yinyin’s birthday fell on the day after the college entrance exam—tomorrow.

A week earlier, the wealthy guardian fans and mom fans had jointly booked major commercial plazas in the capital. They planned to play her birthday tribute on giant screens for half a month.

The tribute video had been made from photos fans collected over the years. At the end of the video, several old fan leaders and a crowd of fans cried and laughed through their blessings.

They had watched her grow for over a decade—the bond could never be explained in mere words. Seeing their little girl become an excellent, dazzling young woman, now stepping into adulthood, left their hearts full.

They were happy—yet lost.

Back then, everyone had said: “We’ll guard her until she grows up.”

But now… she had grown up. What meaning did they have left?

The decade-old fan group fell into silence. After a long time, someone finally typed:

“She’s still our little girl. Even grown up, she’s still our baby in our hearts! We should be happy!”

“Yeah! I’m going to dress up properly and bring my wife and son to her birthday party tomorrow!”

“You jerk! Just because you got an invitation you act all cocky?! Give it to me if you’ve got guts!”

“Ughhh why is my luck so trash?! Not getting invited at a time like this?! Anyone have an invitation? I’ll buy at a high price!”

“Dream on! Even for a hundred thousand, I’m not selling!”

“No more chatting! I need to dress up too. My old man is thrilled—we’re bringing some local specialties for our girl to try.”

Zhu Ji handled everything meticulously.

His daughter had close relationships with fans from all walks of life, from all over the country.  Even though he secretly felt sour that they were always trying to “steal his daughter,” he still instructed his assistant to prepare 120 invitations—20 for the long-time fan leaders, and 100 to be raffled among the fans.

The grand coming-of-age ceremony was held at a private mountain estate owned by Y2’s founder—now one of the world’s top ten richest men. Calling it an estate was an understatement—it was practically a castle.

This was the princess’s coming-of-age ceremony.

The enormous estate opened its gates early to welcome guests. Tuxedo-clad attendants guided luxury cars inside. Guests stepped onto the red carpet in elegant gowns and flawless makeup, entering the golden castle built for a princess.

A blue Maserati stopped, and a man dressed in flashy street fashion stepped out. From the passenger side, a seven-year-old boy came down—his features mirroring the man’s. The boy scanned the surroundings eagerly.

Yang Bingbing—after so many years—was just as flamboyant as ever. His silver-permed hair shook as he slapped his son’s head. “What’re you looking at? Your Sister Yinyin won’t come out that fast.”

Yang Lele was just as feisty as his father. He slapped his dad’s hand away. “I’m looking for her—none of your business!”

Seeing his dad about to scold more, the boy rolled his eyes and threatened: “If you keep this up, I’ll tell Uncle Zhu you secretly bribed Sister Yinyin last time to call you godfather again!”

Yang Lele scoffed. His dad was too childish. Trying to use a bag of candy to trick his Sister Yinyin?

Even he wouldn’t fall for that now—how could Sister Yinyin?

Besides, with Uncle Zhu guarding the gate, his dad had zero chance.

He had even heard he was born because his dad got jealous of Uncle Zhu having a daughter first!

Rolling his eyes again, Yang Lele dashed into the castle—he had a birthday present to give!

The ceremony was attended by the capital’s upper-class elite. Business titans and political figures seen in magazines and news appeared everywhere.

Even people used to grand occasions were stunned. But what they couldn’t look away from was the beautiful girl walking in from the end of the corridor.

Holding her father’s arm, she entered gracefully. Her smile warm and perfectly measured. Her face, still with a hint of baby fat, resembled her father’s.

But her aura was gentle and pure. She was the same beloved “little cub” fans had cherished since childhood—beautiful, soft, and soothing to the eye.

As Yang Lele put it, “I like playing with Sister Yinyin!”

Even after the banquet ended, many guests were still dazed—especially the lucky fans and her classmates who received invitations.

Most came from ordinary backgrounds. Even with mental preparation, standing alongside the unreachable elites in such a setting made their hearts race.

At fans’ request, several fan leaders livestreamed the event—being careful to avoid filming important guests. They shared views of the estate, the castle, the exquisite food, and—most importantly—the beautiful girl everyone adored.

The overwhelming reaction online: #SheLivedTheLifeWeAllDreamOf

But fans remembered—she wasn’t always this lucky.

Years ago, when Y2 first became popular, a woman claiming to be her mother appeared, demanding custody and publicly accusing the Film Emperor of stealing the child through shady means. The situation blew up instantly.

In Huaguo, the public generally believed a young child should be with her mother. Even courts favored mothers unless the woman was completely incapable.

Zhu Ji faced a serious credibility crisis. Many suspected the woman’s words. After all, how many mothers willingly abandoned their children?

Even Yinyin’s mom fans would have turned on him if he had truly schemed to take the child.

But then, Zhu Ji released a legally signed agreement clearly severing ties. The mother owed no child support, and the daughter owed no future care.

Yao Li—the woman—wasn’t easy to deal with. She had tricked him into pregnancy for money.  After dumping the child and framing Zhu Ji in the media for a payout, she ran off with a foreign businessman.

Now dumped and penniless, she returned seeing father and daughter thriving.

Online arguments were fierce.

Then—some hacker snapped.

They exposed records of her abusing her daughter years ago. Starving her, locking her up, slapping, pinching—she even once tried to choke her to death before stopping abruptly.

A neighborhood granny testified on video.

The internet erupted in fury. Fans nearly grabbed pitchforks.

Before the flames died down, the hacker exposed more: that she had sold information about Zhu Ji’s “illegitimate daughter” to tabloids for 500,000 yuan before running away.

Netizens were stunned. Her life could be made into a dog-blood drama.

Her eventual downfall—public hatred, vandalism, getting arrested in a prostitution sweep—still felt too light a punishment to fans.

But at least, they thought, our girl no longer has to be tied to such a woman.

Because of this, everyone knew Yinyin’s tragic early life. She had been abused, abandoned, treated as a burden. She and her father survived hardship together. Their eventual happiness—even if extravagant—felt earned.

Old fans still remembered the three-year-old with a big bag picking up bottles to support her dad, proudly handing him her money, wanting to “raise him.”

Thinking of it still made their hearts ache.

To them, she was the treasure of the world. She deserved to be loved by everyone.

She deserved a carefree, joyful life— with a handsome, doting father and countless fans by her side.

She deserved the best.