When the Three-and-a-Half-Year-Old Little Dumpling Pouts, Her Villainous Fathers Spoil Her Rotten

Her country relatives planned to sell Chi Yuyu for a few measly silver coins.

After escaping, the three-year-old toddler took a portrait and went looking for her father in the streets.

The business tycoon scooped her up and waved a hand. “Yuyu, I'm your daddy. Whatever catches your eye, I'll buy it all!”

The mighty Imperial Guard personally stood watch. “Yuyu, I'm your daddy. Don't leave my sight.”

The martial arts alliance leader gave up his seat. “Yuyu, I'm your daddy. From now on, the whole martial world is yours.”

The Imperial Preceptor gently lifted her onto his shoulders. “Yuyu, I'm your daddy. Sit on my shoulders and take in the realm.”

The God of War, Ying Ye, returned victorious. “Yuyu...”

Chi Yuyu toddled over on her little legs. “You're my daddy! Mommy said my daddy is the handsomest!”

In a corner, the handsome young hostage from an enemy kingdom, whom Ying Ye had brought back, touched his own pretty face and pursed his lips.

Chi Yuyu knitted her little brows in puzzlement. “But, but you're too young to be my daddy.”

Years later, the young hostage had grown into a man. He reined in his horse and returned in shining armor. “I don't want to be your daddy. I want to be your husband.”