Selling Me Off for a Ghost Marriage? My Grandpa Is a National Treasure of a Scientist

Five-year-old Yaya is the orphaned daughter of a decorated scientist who contributed to the Two Bombs, One Satellite program. But her heartless relatives seize her inheritance, force her to sleep in a leaky storage room, and make her eat moldy steamed buns.

To raise a bride price for their dimwitted son, her wicked uncle and aunt even plan to sell her to a nouveau riche man as a ghost bride!

Desperate, Yaya digs out her father’s keepsake: an old abacus engraved with the Big Dipper. On the back, he wrote: “My child, if you ever find yourself in trouble, go to these seven grandpas. They’ll love you even more than I do.”

Yaya’s superintelligence awakens. In a single night, she cracks the code her father left behind, then drags a half-dead human trafficker aboard a green train bound for the capital.

“Officer, I want to report them! They’re trying to steal my abacus too. Daddy said it’s more important than his life!”

One sentence sends shockwaves through a top-secret meeting attended by seven nationally renowned experts!

The nuclear physics patriarch, Great-Grandpa Number One: “They dare lay a hand on my beloved disciple’s child? Activate the Dongfeng project team at once. Let’s see whose head is harder!”

The father of the chip industry, Great-Grandpa Number Two: “They’re depriving my precious granddaughter of nourishment? I’ll make their whole family vanish from the information age!”

The chief aerospace engineer, Great-Grandpa Number Three: “They think our Yaya is pitiful because she has no parents? All seven of our country’s most vital research institutes, listen up! Spoil her until she becomes the nation’s highest state secret!”

As the wicked relatives stare at armed guards stationed at the village entrance and military helicopters circling overhead, they’re scared out of their wits. Meanwhile, Yaya sits in Great-Grandpa Number One’s lap, pointing at a rocket model on the table and speaking in her babyish voice:

“Grandpa, this one isn’t fun. I want to press that red button!”

The seven grandpas beam indulgently. “Press it! Yaya can press whichever button she likes! Anyone who dares stop her will have to answer to the atomic bomb in my hands!”