The Awakening of the Paranoid Villain’s Little Daddy

Coming soon: A Sweet Little Boy and His Suit-Wearing Badass Dad; Oh No, the Kid Transmigrated into the Wrong Timeline!

Blurb:

Wen Cishu awakened to the truth: he was living inside a book.

His lifelong poor health was because the author had never intended to let him survive.

After he died, his own son would become an obsessive second male lead who ruined the protagonists’ romance.

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On the first day after awakening, his nine-year-old menace of a son, Bo Yiming, yelled around the house:

“I don’t care! I want to audition for a talent show!

I’m going to be a top-tier star!”

Wen Cishu, barely able to breathe, said, “Housekeeper, get me a frying pan and two bodyguards.”

He gave his lawless son a sidelong look with his phoenix eyes, then added, “Make that four bodyguards.”

Bo Yiming stood on the sofa, looking down at his frail little dad.

“Little Dad? You’ve got it wrong. I’m auditioning, not fighting. You don’t need to call the bodyguards!”

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When Bo Yiming’s big dad, Bo Tingyuan, came home,

he found four bodyguards holding down his son’s arms and legs in the living room of the mansion, while Wen Cishu, who was always in poor health, swung a frying pan and smacked the boy on the butt.

Wen Cishu’s forehead was slick with sweat, and the hand holding the frying pan trembled.

Bo Yiming shouted for help. “Big Dad! Hurry! Little Dad’s gone crazy and hit me! He must have another son on the side! Waaaaah… Ow!”

He got hit again.

Bo Tingyuan hurried over to support Wen Cishu and asked gently in his deep, magnetic voice, “What made you so angry?”

Thinking he was saved, Bo Yiming tried to scramble to his feet.

But Bo Tingyuan coldly ordered, “Hold the young master down.”

He helped his husband to the sofa first, raised a hand to feed him a glass of water, then walked over to his son. Looking down at the boy, he took off his suit jacket, picked up the frying pan, and swung it

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

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In the end, Bo Yiming got his wish and made his way into show business.

But not through the audition program he had dreamed of.

Instead, he joined a reality show about a wealthy family’s parent-child role reversal.

The entertainment industry Bo Yiming imagined:

Reveal that he’s the son of a wealthy tycoon, dance a little, toss out a wink now and then,

and fans would flock to him and love him to death.

The entertainment industry Bo Yiming actually got:

His little dad orders him to farm, weed, and spray pesticides on the show.

The fans in the comments: Aaaaaaaaaah, why is Wen Cishu so handsome? Bo Yiming, get out of the way and go plant rice in the fields! Stop blocking us from looking at your little dad!

Bo Yiming: “Where are my textbooks? I’m determined to get into Tsinghua or Peking University!”

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Wen Cishu had always thought that Bo Tingyuan married him out of obligation because of the previous generation’s entanglements, and it had weighed heavily on his heart.

Only after awakening did he learn that his distant, ice-cold husband had always loved him deeply.

They had slept in separate beds for years because Bo Tingyuan thought he was in poor health.

He never talked about work because he was afraid it would upset him.

The tacky red roses he sent on every holiday weren’t chosen by his assistant. He picked them out himself.

Wen Cishu: “If you’re not going to use your mouth, why not donate it?”

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Classically handsome, long-haired, sickly beauty bottom × French-Chinese mixed-race, doting top (five years older)

--------Coming soon: Oh No, the Kid Transmigrated into the Wrong Timeline!--------

Yuanbao was thrilled. “Transmigration? That sounds so fun!”

Yuanbao was troubled. “But my big dad and little dad aren’t married yet. How am I supposed to be born?”

Following what he remembered, Yuanbao huffed and puffed his way to a film studio and found the actor Pei Jingyuan.

“Little Dad!”

Pei Jingyuan looked at the little kid who had appeared from nowhere and gave his chubby cheek a pinch. “Whose kid are you? What are you doing on set?”

Yuanbao puffed out his cheeks and let his little dad poke them. He loved his little dad’s handsome, pretty face.

When he grew up, he wanted to be just as good-looking.

Pei Jingyuan happened to have some free time, so he picked the adorable kid up and sat him on his lap. “What’s your name? Where are your parents?”

Yuanbao beamed. “According to the setting, big brother is Yuanbao’s little dad!”

Pei Jingyuan, who was filming a period drama, reflexively asked, “Your butt? Does your butt hurt?”

He was about to check the child’s bottom.

Yuanbao said, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

He leaned close to big brother’s ear and whispered his little secret.

Pei Jingyuan stared at the three-year-old and fell silent in astonishment.

He was the only one in the world who knew he could have a child. And besides… He decisively waved someone over. “Come on, take this kid back to his parents! They’ll be worried if he’s gone too long.”

As Yuanbao was carried away: “…Sob… Little Dad doesn’t want me.”

Dejected, Yuanbao had no choice but to go find his big dad.

But when he remembered that his big dad was even scarier than his little dad, he thought he might be happier as an orphan.

The day he went to find his big dad, Yuanbao was stopped outside the estate.

When several security guards rushed out, he was so frightened that he fell flat on his bottom.

Yuanbao looked at their unfamiliar faces and said softly, “Could you tell my big dad that Yuanbao came to see him?”

An older security guard kindly picked him up. Since there were many people working in the mansion, the boy might belong to one of them. He patted Yuanbao’s little bottom. “What’s your big dad’s name?”

Seeing a chance, Yuanbao lifted his round, chubby face and announced the very serious name: “Gong Shen.”

Every security guard was shaken to the core:

He says the scariest thing in the cutest little voice possible, doesn’t he?

They looked at one another, unsure what to do.

To put it nicely, Mr. Gong was a man of spotless virtue. To put it bluntly, he was a rigid traditionalist. How could he possibly have a child out of wedlock?

But the matter was too important for them to decide on their own, so they hurried to tell the housekeeper.

A few days later,

Yuanbao sat in a child safety seat in the back of a luxury car. As they passed the guard booth, he waved to the security guards.

The guards were sweating buckets. Thank goodness they hadn’t just sent him away.

They peered through the car window at Mr. Gong’s stern, aloof face, then looked at Yuanbao’s soft little cheeks. They couldn’t help wondering:

Who could have had a child with Mr. Gong without him even knowing? They must be incredible.

“Ah-choo!” Pei Jingyuan, far away on set, sneezed for no reason. He fanned himself with his script. “Who’s cursing me for no reason?”

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This novel is also known as How Am I Supposed to Live with a Silly Little Dad and a Scary Big Dad? and Without the Kid, This Family Would Definitely Fall Apart.

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