Volume One, Chapter 13: You Really Want Me to Be Your Father?
After returning to his dormitory, Liu Dong’s system notification sounded once more.
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Ding dong.
System prompt: Su Jinyao's affection progress has reached 50%. Ye Aotian’s fortune value has decreased by 20%, currently at 50%.
System Reward 1: Tai Chi - Guarding Yin Style, a powerful defensive physical technique. Trait: Regardless of the opponent’s strength, it can counter the first three moves.
System Reward 2: Tai Chi - Rejuvenation Style, a restorative skill that recovers one’s stamina. Trait: When combined with Level 1 Rejuvenation Pill, it can restore skin condition.
System Reward 3: Item - Level 1 Rejuvenation Pill [Expression] x2.
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Damn, new skills, and two of them! Liu Dong was thrilled. Plus an item reward—looks like everyone needs to be “licked” properly. As long as the female lead is pleased, everything else will follow.
“Ding.”
Liu Dong pulled out his private phone and found a message from Su Jinyao.
“Uncle, thank you.”
See? She even thanked me! Among the remaining female leads with fortune values, there seemed to be Ye Aotian’s mother, Su Jing.
Liu Dong analyzed that if he completed all the fortune female lead quests, wouldn’t he be both Ye Aotian’s brother-in-law and father?
Ding, another message arrived.
This one came from Su Jinyao’s real identity.
If she knew she was messaging Liu Dong with two separate cards while he was using two cards as well, how would she react?
“Dad, do you have time today? Come home with me.”
Liu Dong didn’t refuse. Ye Aotian was severely drained by his own schemes, and Tang Lei was still a minor character. He now had plenty of time to manage his circle of sycophants.
But had Su Jinyao recovered so quickly? After yesterday’s frenzy, could she really walk?
At the agreed spot, Liu Dong saw Su Jinyao again.
She wore a sweet floral dress, the hem drifting like clouds, a colorful ribbon tied into a large bow at her waist, white stockings, and little black leather shoes.
A perfect little Qiao.
To Liu Dong’s surprise, she wasn’t wearing glasses today—his first time seeing her without them during the day.
Did that mean she was going to be wild?
Sure enough, a Chunfeng 250SR motorcycle was parked at the school gate.
“This bike?”
Liu Dong smiled mischievously. Apparently yesterday left quite the impression on her, planting quite the seed.
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“What’s wrong? Think this bike’s trash? Don’t underestimate it. Although it’s just over ten grand, it can climb rocks... never mind, you wouldn’t understand. Get on.”
But just as Su Jinyao was about to swing her leg over, a sudden pain stopped her.
“What’s wrong, Yao Yao?”
“You drive. I pulled a muscle doing yoga yesterday.”
Seeing her legs unable to straighten, Liu Dong knew exactly what had happened.
He sternly lectured her about not overexerting herself—she limped after just some yoga.
Then he smoothly lifted her onto the motorcycle.
Su Jinyao had forgotten to ask if he could ride a motorcycle. Unexpectedly, he could, and being held in his arms felt strangely familiar.
Could it be him? No way.
While she was puzzled, she noticed Liu Dong’s style was totally unlike her “uncle.”
Driving at 30 mph, his mood was “no freedom, no ease,” stopping at red lights, yielding to elderly pedestrians, smiling politely at hat-wearing uncles.
A model citizen—how could he be her “uncle”?
Just a vague resemblance, really.
Still, she was pleased with Liu Dong’s behavior—after all, he served another purpose for her.
Of course, all this was deliberate on Liu Dong’s part. Wasn’t it just to play the contrast? If the role called for cooperation, he couldn’t just ignore it.
Soon, they arrived at the Su family estate, “Shanshui Manor.” As the name suggests, it featured mountains and water, exuding wealth yet understated elegance.
Before entering, Liu Dong seized the chance to send Su Jinyao a message under his “uncle” guise.
“The weather’s so nice today, what are you up to?”
Su Jinyao’s waist twitched; she glanced warily at Liu Dong and quickly replied before approaching.
“My mom paid someone to ‘look after’ me as a father figure. After a few days of observation, I think he’s not bad. I brought him back for my mom to meet.”
Liu Dong was stunned. So this little girl had always known he was hired—he was the clown all along. No wonder her affection was only 10% despite calling him “dad” every day.
“Your mom paid for you to have a dad? How do you know? And does she like him? Just introduce them.”
“It’s simple. I planted a bug in my mom’s car. She’s picky about men. The one she picked for me obviously fits her aesthetic. I also observed him—young but old-fashioned, with a strong ‘father vibe.’”
“Cough cough.”
“Old-fashioned, young yet fatherly...” These words echoed in Liu Dong’s ears like a thunderclap.
“Dad, are you okay? Feeling unwell?”
Su Jinyao hurried over, gently patting his back.
“Cough, cough, it’s nothing.”
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“It’s nothing, let’s go inside.”
At that moment, Su Jing lay on the sofa, her ebony hair loosely cascading to one side. She wore a silk robe that hugged her curves, the delicate fabric revealing a glimpse of flawless skin at the neckline.
A loosely tied sash at her waist accentuated her slender figure.
Awakening to the sound of the door opening, she frowned, massaging her temple as she sat up.
“Is that Yao Yao back?”
“Yes, Mom.”
Hearing Su Jinyao’s voice, Su Jing slowly rose and went barefoot to greet her beloved daughter.
But upon seeing Liu Dong following behind, she froze.
Why was he here?
Liu Dong was taken aback too, mostly because Su Jing’s attire was… quite revealing.
Believing only Su Jinyao had returned, Su Jing hadn’t adjusted her robe.
With some buttons undone, her few steps could only be described as tantalizingly vague.
Su Jinyao noticed too. Surprised, she saw her mature and sexy house mom, and Liu Dong didn’t even get a nosebleed. She had judged him right—he was a gentleman.
Just kidding. Liu Dong was a seasoned veteran, had seen it all, and if he lacked self-control here, he might as well quit. Nosebleeds were too lowbrow!
“Ah.”
Su Jing’s pretty face flushed, and she hurriedly pulled her robe tighter.
“Yao Yao, you child, you didn’t give me a heads-up before bringing guests.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d stay up so late, Mom. You’re even lazier than me.”
“Talking back? Maybe I spoiled you too much. If your dad were here…”
Su Jing suddenly stopped herself.
Su Jinyao sensed her mother’s sadness and snuggled into her embrace, acting coquettishly.
“It’s okay, Mom. Dad, come here. Let me introduce you—this is my mother, Su Jing.”
“Ah, Dad?”
Su Jing’s head spun. What was going on?