VHBF – Chapter 9 The Playboy Daddy (Part 9)

The hospital corridor outside the ward was packed with people.

There were senior executives from the Luo Group, some relatives of the Luo family, and even Mr. Luo’s younger brother’s family was there.

Yinyin was standing on a bench outside the ward, her tiny hands clutching the window, but the glass was completely covered—she couldn’t see anything inside.

Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Grandpa… Grandpa will be fine, right, Daddy?”

Luo Sheng was sitting on the bench next to her, head lowered, lost in thought.

Hearing her, he just gave a soft “mm.”

When Mrs. Luo heard that her husband had been in a car accident, she fainted on the spot. Now she was lying in bed, and the doctor said she had mild hypertension.

The Luo and Bai groups had just finalized a cooperation on two major projects, and then the chairman of Luo Group got into a car accident. Who would believe this was just an accident?

The contract hadn’t even been signed yet, and not only did Luo Group’s head meet with an accident, but a commercial district project in the east of Luo family’s city also had an accident—two dead and one injured, making headlines. The construction was temporarily halted.

This was a hundred-billion-yuan mega-project. Back during the bidding, every major company in City A had scrambled for it, but in the end, the well-established Luo family secured it.

Now that there were casualties, public opinion forced the government to suspend the project. The bank reevaluated it as high-risk, shortened the loan term, and demanded Luo Group repay the loan early.

Normally, the bank wouldn’t disrespect the Luo family like this. After all, a top-tier company in City A wouldn’t rely on just one project. If you offend me today and cut off my loan, who would work with you next time?

Yet, just like the Bai family, first came the halted projects, then the bank’s debt collection. It felt like… someone was deliberately targeting them.

The little dumpling didn’t understand any of this. She sat there with furrowed brows, eyes fixed on the ward window, wishing she had X-ray vision so she could see how her grandpa—Daddy’s daddy—was doing.

That big grandpa, the current Grandpa, treated her so well. The first time she squatted at Luo family’s door waiting for Daddy, Grandpa didn’t drive her away. Instead, he brought her inside and let her meet Daddy.

She even overheard Grandpa telling Daddy not to be mean to her and to treat her better.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt, and tears kept rolling down her pretty eyes, one after another, endlessly.

Luo Sheng sat there with a furrowed brow, deep in thought. The little dumpling didn’t dare make a sound for fear of disturbing Daddy. Uncle System had said their family might go bankrupt—and Daddy’s family too.

She didn’t really understand what bankruptcy meant, so she asked. Bankruptcy meant no money in the future—no money for clothes, no money for candy, not even the big house they lived in now.

Before she transmigrated, Yinyin had lived through hard days. She knew what it felt like to have no shoes and walk barefoot in winter.

She knew what it was like when other kids had pretty clothes, and she didn’t even own a single dress of her own.

Every time she went out wearing that old dress she picked from the trash, too big and too long, it dragged on the ground because she was so small.

Other kids laughed at her, saying she wore rags, calling her a little pauper who couldn’t even afford a new dress.

They had school and lollipops, but Yinyin had none. Every day she hid at home doing chores—taking out the trash after that woman ate, washing clothes.

Her little hands weren’t strong enough to wash clothes clean, so that woman hit her and called her a jinx, a money-drainer.

After being scolded for so long, Yinyin knew those weren’t nice words—they meant they hated her. So that second uncle, she knew he hated her too.

But Grandpa now didn’t hate her—he liked her. Daddy’s mommy, her Grandma, liked her too. Even Daddy… Daddy liked her.

Yet Grandpa was lying in the ward having surgery, Grandma had fainted, and Daddy… wasn’t happy.

The more Yinyin thought about it, the sadder she became. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

When Luo Sheng finally looked up, he saw the little dumpling standing on the chair beside him, her face wet, covered in snot bubbles and tears.

When she noticed his gaze, she quickly rubbed her face with her little hands, trying to hide her red eyes.

“Daddy, don’t look at me. Yinyin didn’t cry.”

How big could a not-yet-three-year-old’s hands be? Not enough to cover half her face. Luo Sheng looked at her—clearly anxious and heartbroken but trying so hard not to let Daddy know she cried.

Daddy was already so upset, so troubled. She mustn’t add to his burden.

Luo Sheng’s lips twitched slightly, and with a soft exhale, he pulled the little messy-faced dumpling into his lap. He rummaged in his pocket but found no tissue, so he simply used his hand to wipe her face.

His warm, broad hand gently wiped away her tears and snot. The blonde guy next to them was stunned. Since when was Brother Luo not such a clean freak?

He changed clothes twice a day. The moment something got dirty, he threw it away. He used to hate crying kids the most—just the sight of them annoyed him. And now, he was wiping tears and snot with his bare hands for the very kind of kid he used to hate?

The blonde guy stared in shock, mouth nearly hanging open, but he didn’t dare speak—just kept watching.

After wiping her clean, Brother Luo casually grabbed his jacket and wiped his own hand on it until both his hand and the dumpling’s face were clean—leaving the jacket as the only casualty.

The blonde guy let out a small wail: “Brother Luo!!!”

Luo Sheng gave him a sideways glance. “Shut up.”

“….”

The dumpling was so happy that Daddy gently wiped her tears. She couldn’t stop smiling. It had been so long since Daddy took care of her like this—she was overjoyed.

Seeing Uncle Yellow-Hair looking so miserable, the little dumpling felt a bit embarrassed—after all, his jacket now had her tears on it too.

She pursed her lips and said shyly, “Uncle Yellow-Hair, I… I’ll wash your clothes for you.”

The guy’s eyes lit up. Brother Luo’s precious baby offering to wash his clothes?! That was basically the same as enslaving Brother Luo!

Though the official acknowledgment hadn’t happened yet, from the way Brother Luo acted, it was a done deal!

He blinked. “Yinyin is so good.” Then he frowned and corrected her, “Don’t call me Uncle Yellow-Hair. I have a name. Call me… call me…”

Thinking of his name, the guy hesitated, then decided against telling her. “Just call me Uncle Gu.”

The dumpling chirped, “Uncle Gu!”

“Eh!”

Luo Sheng sneered, “His name is Gu Mianmian—like cotton candy.”

“…”

The dumpling thought it sounded nice. Cotton candy was so tasty and sweet—Daddy bought it for her once!

She swallowed hard and said innocently, “Nice name. Sounds sweet and yummy.”

“…”

Before long, the ward door opened, and the doctor came out. “The surgery went well. If he hadn’t been sent in time, the outcome would’ve been… bad. Might’ve lost his life. Luckily, he’s saved.”

“If all goes well, the patient will regain consciousness within 24 hours. But due to the severity of the injuries, he’ll need at least six months of recovery and half a month of hospitalization…”

The doctor rambled on, but the point was clear—even though he was saved, Mr. Luo was badly hurt. If he hadn’t been rescued in time, it would’ve been fatal.

Everyone felt a chill of fear. When Mrs. Luo woke and heard the news, she patted her chest and kept chanting “Amitabha.”

She couldn’t imagine—if Old Luo had died, what would she do? What would the Luo family do? Now both the Luo and Bai families were in turmoil, and a single misstep could ruin them completely.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Luo looked at the little dumpling leaning on the bed, gazing at her.

She scooped the milky-scented little body into her arms and kissed her hard. “Thank goodness for Yinyin! If you hadn’t warned us, Old Luo wouldn’t have been sent to the hospital in time—our family would’ve been finished.”

The dumpling blushed and whispered that Grandpa would be okay.

It turned out that while she was playing in the yard, Uncle System told her that both the Bai and Luo families were in trouble. She didn’t understand bankruptcy, so the system explained—there were bad people targeting both families, and now accidents had happened.

The system hesitated, then told her Grandpa had been in a car accident—the truck driver ran away, and the car was nearly crushed. Grandpa’s life was hanging by a thread.

In the original storyline, the villain’s father died because the truck driver fled, and the road was remote with few passersby. Without timely rescue, Mr. Luo bled out before anyone found him.

Later, Luo Group went bankrupt, Mrs. Luo became depressed over her husband’s death and jumped to her death. The villain vanished. City A never saw Luo Sheng or the Luo family again.

Five years later, the villain returned under a new identity as the owner of an overseas investment company.

Back in City A, he stirred up the business world, collapsing the stock market. Those who conspired against him went bankrupt, jumped to their deaths, or went insane—none had a good end.

The chaos in City A drew the attention of the authorities, who sent a joint investigation team. Among them was the male lead.

After six months of investigation, the villain was finally identified and arrested.

But somehow, the plot derailed—the male lead died mysteriously, and the villain disappeared again.

The system brought the dumpling here to stop the villain from blackening and breaking the world’s storyline.

They believed the villain deliberately let the male lead find him—just to kill him.

So, the system told her where Grandpa’s accident happened.

The dumpling cried immediately. She believed Uncle System—Grandpa must be in danger.

But she couldn’t cry—she had to find Daddy fast.

Luckily, Daddy had been home these days because of that fight, and their houses weren’t far apart. The dumpling, with her short legs, begged Aunt Zhang the nanny to carry her over.

When they arrived, Daddy was sitting on the couch, absently watching TV, playing games on his phone.

The moment she saw Daddy, the dumpling burst into tears and threw herself at him.

She couldn’t mention Uncle System, so she cried and said she had a nightmare—Grandpa was in a car, covered in blood.

“Grandpa’s hurt! Daddy, hurry and save him!”

The moment she saw Daddy, fear and worry overwhelmed her. She cried her heart out.

At barely three years old, it wasn’t easy for her to make it all the way there. She didn’t even dare speak along the way, afraid that if she did, she’d cry and Aunt Zhang would notice.

Afraid Daddy wouldn’t believe her, she told him the exact location from Uncle System and said she dreamed of a big truck crushing Grandpa’s little car. “Grandpa must be hurting so bad.”

Normally, no one would believe a three-year-old’s nonsense—she might even get scolded for saying unlucky things.

But Luo Sheng wasn’t ordinary. The dumpling clung to him, crying so hard her tears and snot drenched him.

He narrowed his eyes, scooped her up, and sped off in that blue supercar, strapping her into the passenger seat.

The car roared down the road. It was the first time she rode in a sports car, but with Daddy there, she wasn’t afraid—she trusted Daddy completely. She even urged him to drive faster and save Grandpa.

Mrs. Luo hugged her precious baby tightly, calling her their little lucky star.

Others might not believe, but she did. Yinyin must be destined for their family, a true little lucky star, to dream of Old Luo’s accident.

The elders always said gifted children could communicate with the heavens, blessed by the skies.

Mrs. Luo showered her with kisses. “My darling Yinyin, you saved us. Grandma doesn’t even know how to thank you…”

Luo Sheng squinted, standing by the window with his back to the mother and daughter.

Outside, the sky was blue, and a warm wind carried waves of heat.

He stood alone by the window, looking lonely from behind. At least, that’s how the dumpling saw it. She ran over on her little feet.

A soft little hand tugged at his pants. Tilting her head back, she comforted him: “Daddy, don’t be sad. It’s okay if we go bankrupt—Grandpa will get better…”

She thought Daddy, spoiled and pampered, didn’t even know how to wash clothes—he must be terrified about what happens after bankruptcy.

Her little face was flushed, her eyes full of determination. “Daddy, if we go bankrupt, Yinyin will pick up bottles to take care of you. Don’t be afraid!”