The Young Heir to a Hong Kong Tycoon's Fortune

The main story is complete! Updates were fast! There are lots of completed works in the special collection! This novel was originally titled The CEO's Mom Is Here to Take Me and Dad Home. My next book will be The Beauty Becomes a Big Shot's Mom in the Seventies. The blurb is below. Please add it to your collection!

Blurb:

Little Chi Tangtang has had one dream since she was young: to find a girlfriend for her handsome, single dad.

But her handsome, single, and rich dad, Chi Wenzhou, says, "First, get your little boyfriends under control, then you can give me advice."

Chi Tangtang thinks of all her little friends, who are (fighting) (over) (their) (rankings), and gets an instant headache. She never brings it up again.

She just quietly prays that one day her dad will become rich.

One day, after work, Chi Wenzhou picks Little Chi Tangtang up from school. When they get home, they find a limited-edition Rolls-Royce parked downstairs.

Little Chi Tangtang looks up at her dad. "Dad, are you the real young master who went missing from a wealthy family? Is that car here to pick you up?"

After raising his daughter for four years, Chi Wenzhou answers this question with ease.

"Tomorrow, when we visit your grandpa, tell him I'm not his biological son. After that, you can forget about coming home with me for braised pork knuckle."

Thinking of her grandpa's soy-braised pork knuckle, Little Chi Tangtang starts drooling and gives up once again.

But after she goes upstairs, the situation takes another turn.

A beautiful woman who looks like a CEO hands her dad a check, then turns to her and says, "Tangtang, Mommy's here to take you home."

Chi Tangtang rises on her tiptoes to peek at the check, pauses, then says,

"Can you take my dad too?"

The beautiful woman hesitates for a moment. "Yes. He raised you for me, so I can support him."

Chi Wenzhou: Heh.

Five years ago, the heiress of the Ke family in Hong Kong City, Miss Ke, lost her memory in an accident. Five years later, her memories return. Upon learning that she has a child in the mainland, she decisively makes plans for what comes next...

First: Bring her child home.

Second: Give her endless love.

Third: ...Maybe the child's father can come with them after all.

A note for readers:

I started this for fun as a change of pace. The plot doesn't stand up to close scrutiny, and I'm still working on improving my writing and pacing.

At its heart, this is an anti-runaway-with-the-baby story.

The characters' values are not the author's. They are all part of the story.

The content has little to do with Hong Kong; I just borrowed the setting.

Most chapters marked as side-character chapters relate to the plot. Feel free to skip buying them. If you find the content uncomfortable, stop reading in time.

The Beauty Becomes a Big Shot's Mom in the Seventies

After transmigrating, Zhao Xilan finds herself saddled with the titles of "vicious younger sister" and "doomed supporting female character."

She's meek with outsiders, but strikes back hard at home.

On her first day back at her family home, she gets nothing but dirty looks and harsh words. Before she can even speak, she and her belongings are kicked out.

Just as Zhao Xilan is feeling miserable and wondering where to go, a five-year-old child runs over from nearby, wearing a shabby old military uniform. In a tone of exasperation, the child says, "I'd sooner believe the sow on the back hill can run than believe Uncle will study."

Zhao Xilan is dumbfounded. "Who are you?"

He Qinzhou frowns, pouts, and says indignantly, "Your own son!"

Zhao Xilan: ...

That doesn't sound much like a son. More like a little ancestor?

Reader's guide: The blurb may be revised. It's probably a daily-life story about a lazy, sweet-talking mom with some cooking skills, whose genius kid helps her coast to victory.

The female lead is the original character; there's no body double, though some minor influences lead to certain plot developments.

Theme: Fathers need to take part in raising children, too