Life in a wealthy family is never peaceful, especially in a family like Yi Chengming’s, where three sons have three different mothers. The open and covert power struggles never stop.
The eldest son got married last year, and this year, the youngest brought his girlfriend home for their father’s birthday banquet.
Yi Chengming is 27, the second son, and still single.
Family gatherings always mean being nagged about getting married and having children. Old Master Yi is particularly displeased with Yi Chengming over the matter.
“Why are you rushing me? I already have a kid. Don’t believe me? I’ll bring her over to meet you sometime.” Yi Chengming was annoyed, so he made the half-serious, half-joking remark.
He thought it was just a few polite words to placate them, but it turned out to be a prophecy.
It was already late at night after the banquet when Yi Chengming ran into a little girl of about three or four downstairs from his home.
Her clothes were ragged, her hair like a clump of dead grass, and her big eyes shone startlingly bright. She was hiding behind a bush, crouched there like a little beast lying in wait.
Yi Chengming was wondering how a child like this had ended up in a high-end residential complex with top-notch security, when the girl suddenly jumped straight up. His vision blurred, and the next thing he knew, she was right in front of him, hugging his leg and calling him Dad.
Yi Chengming was stunned. He had never seen anyone jump that far.
Wait, no. What? Dad?
After 27 years of being single since birth, Yi Chengming really did have a child. He even got a paternity test, and she really was his daughter.
Yi Chengming’s life was split into two completely different chapters by the day of his father’s 87th birthday.
For the first 27 years, he was carefree and debauched, cold and aloof. No one ever caught his eye.
After that day, he put away his prickly defenses and learned to raise a child.
When the child first came to live with him, she couldn’t speak. She could only call him Dad.
Yi Chengming hired a teacher to teach her to speak, but the child got so frightened at the sight of strangers that she would hide behind him. So Yi Chengming had to learn from the teacher himself, then pass the lessons on to her.
The teacher said there was nothing wrong with the child. She had simply never had a proper language environment before.
Yi Chengming started talking to her every day, and somehow managed to turn a cold, aloof man into a chatterbox.
Yi Chengming bragged to his relatives, “Youyou is really athletic. No ordinary kid can keep up with her.”
The quiet little girl seemed intent on proving her dad right. She nimbly climbed the enormous crystal chandelier in the middle of the living room, then agilely clung to one of its thin but sturdy cords and looked down proudly.
Yi Chengming: “Youyou, you’re amazing.”
His relatives stared in shock. Were they sure they hadn’t adopted an ape-man?
Youyou wasn’t an ape-man. She was a little tiger marten from a beastfolk world. After her father died, she followed his scent into human civilization.
She stumbles over her words, does terribly at school, and struggles socially, but she is still Daddy’s most beloved child.
Theme: Healing through family affection