Chapter 8 – The Simp Is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 8
There was a reason why Yan Qianqian had chosen Sheng Xiaoran from among so many powerful men.
First, he could provide significant help to her career.
Second, Sheng Xiaoran lacked a mother’s love and had a great fondness for kind women, making him an easy target.
Compared to an unpredictable psycho like Feng Yan, someone like Sheng Xiaoran, who craved affection, was clearly easier to manipulate.
But at this moment, she still felt a bit of resentment.
Sheng Xiaoran was too shrewd, always weighing the pros and cons. He wouldn’t easily confront Feng Yan for her sake.
If it had been that idiot Bai Shuangyu, he would have undoubtedly sought justice for her, no matter the cost.
It must be because he doesn’t love me enough yet.
If Sheng Xiaoran had already fallen in love with her, he would surely have stood up for her without hesitation.
Feeling both aggrieved and wronged, Yan Qianqian knew very well that this matter could only be dropped.
Because of this incident, she became determined to win over Sheng Xiaoran.
The story would surely get out, and by then, she would have no standing in the elite circle. Sheng Xiaoran had become her only option, her last hope.
“I know, I won’t make things difficult for you, President Sheng.”
Yan Qianqian forced a bitter smile, biting her lower lip as she spoke with understanding.
Sheng Xiaoran felt a pang of guilt.
He really didn’t want to get entangled with Feng Yan—not because he was afraid of him, but because he was afraid of the trouble.
That man was a mad dog; there was nothing to be gained by offending him.
But seeing Yan Qianqian’s restrained demeanor, his heart ached for her.
“I will investigate this matter. If it really is related to Bai Shuangyu, don’t worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation.”
Pulling her into his arms, Sheng Xiaoran made a promise.
“Thank you, President Sheng…”
Yan Qianqian’s eyes reddened as she thanked him, gazing at him with a look full of adoration.
The atmosphere was just right. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller.
Just as their lips were about to touch, the suggestive red marks on her neck brought Sheng Xiaoran back to his senses.
He quickly pulled away, coughing awkwardly. “The assistant will be here with your clothes soon. Please bear with it for a little longer.”
Having missed her chance, Yan Qianqian was annoyed, but she knew she couldn’t be hasty. She blushed and nodded.
***
Meanwhile, Shuang Yu didn’t return to his own residence but went back to the Bai family villa.
After taking a shower and lying in bed, he, who hadn’t had such a leisurely time in ages, finally understood why King Kṣitigarbha had called this a cushy job.
Not having to deal with ghosts all day long, nor busily travel between the human and ghost realms—for a Ghost Messenger like him who worked year-round without a break, this was practically a vacation.
The next morning, Shuang Yu woke up early, went down to the kitchen, and started preparing breakfast.
At eight in the morning, Bai Rong, dressed in a suit and ready to go to the office, was so shocked to see Bai Shuangyu carrying out a bowl of millet porridge that his jaw could have fit an egg.
“Dad, good morning. I made breakfast. It’s been a while since you’ve had my cooking, right?”
Shuang Yu greeted him naturally.
Good heavens, has the sun risen in the west?
Bai Rong looked out the window, then rushed forward in a panic. “My boy, are you sick?”
Ever since the family became rich, his son had never woken up before noon, let alone cooked for him.
Just as his hand was about to touch Shuang Yu, Bai Rong suddenly remembered that his son hated his touch and flinched, about to pull his hand back.
“I’m fine, Dad. Perfectly healthy. I even went for a run this morning.”
Shuang Yu smiled and proactively took his father’s hand, placing it on his own forehead to show that he wasn’t sick.
He even went for a run?!
Has this rascal had a change of heart?
Bai Rong was even more astonished.
He hasn’t gone crazy from drugs, has he…
“Sit down and eat breakfast. We can talk while we eat. Don’t you have to be at the company at nine?”
Shuang Yu smiled and instructed, then turned back to the kitchen to bring out more food.
The food on the table was all of Father Bai’s favorites: scallion pancakes, millet porridge, pickles…
“It’s been a while since I’ve made these. I’m not sure if they still taste the same. Please, try some.”
He picked up a piece of pancake and placed it in Bai Rong’s bowl.
“Delicious! It’s still the same taste. My boy is truly the best!”
The familiar taste made Bai Rong’s eyes turn red. He choked up as he gave a thumbs-up in praise, wolfing down the pancake.
“Dad, I was so immature before. Thank you for never giving up on me. From now on, you don’t have to work so hard. I’ll grow up as fast as I can. This time, it’s my turn to protect you!”
Shuang Yu looked at Bai Rong, who was only in his early fifties but already had a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, and spoke with sincerity.
Looking at his sensible son, Bai Rong could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
The son of a poor family matures early. Back then, their family was very poor. His wife was still working on construction sites while pregnant. After giving birth, she didn’t get proper rest and continued to suffer and toil by his side. Eventually, her body gave out, and she developed lung cancer at a young age.
To pay for his wife’s treatment, Bai Rong incurred a huge debt, but he still couldn’t save her.
After that, to pay off the debt, he worked several jobs from dawn to dusk and had no time to take care of his child.
His son was very sensible. Although he was only eight, he had already learned to share his burdens, doing housework and cooking. He was very filial.
But this sensible child was framed for stealing money because he was poor. After that, his personality changed drastically. He started skipping school, getting into fights, and resenting his father.
He cursed him for being incompetent, called him a failure, and blamed him for his own situation because of his father’s weakness.
Working himself to the bone every day, with his only child not understanding him, Bai Rong was in great pain and even thought of suicide.
It was after he decided to kill himself that he bought a lottery ticket with the last hope of leaving something for his son, never expecting to win the grand prize.
After that, everything he did went smoothly, but his relationship with his son was never repaired.
Bai Rong thought he would never receive his son’s forgiveness, not even on his deathbed.
Now that his son had suddenly become sensible and started being filial, how could he not be moved?
“Stop crying. You already have a lot of wrinkles and look older than your peers. Crying will only make you look uglier.”
Shuang Yu walked to the other side of the table, crouched down in front of his father, and helplessly raised a hand to wipe away his tears.
“Am I really that ugly? Maybe I should get a facelift and dye my hair?”
Bai Rong asked frantically, not wanting to be disliked by his son again.
“Hair salons are so expensive. We’re not spending that kind of money. I bought some hair dye online; I’ll dye it for you later! You can’t say you’re ugly, or I’ll be upset. You have no idea how popular this face of mine is out there. So many young girls want to marry me.”
Shuang Yu said with a light laugh.
“Really? Is there a girl you like? I heard you’re chasing an actress recently? Is the money enough? If not, just tell Dad. Whatever she likes, you take her to buy it. A man must know how to dote on his wife.
Your mother had a hard life. She never had a good day with me. Dad can’t let you repeat my mistakes…”
Bai Rong began to ramble on.
[Ding! Original host’s resentment -5. Current resentment: 85. Keep up the good work, my lord!]
Xiao Ai’s notification sounded again in his mind.
Shuang Yu’s thin lips curled up as he listened obediently to Bai Rong’s ramblings. The father and son finished their breakfast and headed to the company together.