My Dad's a Green Tea, but Only Around My Mom

My mom is a powerful woman in Beijing’s elite circles, decisive and used to having the final say. My dad is a scheming little green-tea flirt, young and strong, with a delicate, soft side. A bunch of handsome uncles threatened my dad: “You’re nothing but a plaything in her bed. You really think she’ll marry you?” Why did they have to hit my dad right where it hurt? Heartbroken, he secretly drove those uncles into bankruptcy, all while making sure my mom never found out. By day, he doted on me and ruled the business world. By night, he used his sweet, sly charms to seduce my mom. Even while putting people in their place, Dad would mutter, “I’m a total fake. I can keep up this act in front of her for the rest of my life.” Little did he know, my mom was sitting upstairs with me in her arms, smiling casually. “Yueshu, as long as it benefits you, learn to turn a blind eye now and then.”