My Dad Is a Villain - Chapter 3

Chapter 5

My body had passed out, but my mind was terrifyingly clear.

I saw Fang Xubai freeze for only about three seconds before calmly ordering his men to send me to the hospital.

With both hands in his pockets, he stepped over the chubby young man’s corpse. Once he got into the car, he closed his eyes to rest, as if the accident just now hadn’t bothered him in the slightest.

The System finally couldn’t hold back. [Host, he won’t be grateful, and he definitely won’t feel guilty. This isn’t worth it.]

The moment the System finished speaking, Fang Xubai suddenly opened his eyes in the car.

He ordered someone to investigate my background.

[See? He’s only going to suspect you even more. Your Affection Points are still at 0.]

I didn’t answer. Leisurely, I let my consciousness drift off to sleep, only to be woken by a notification sound.

“Affection Points +5.”

The System asked in disbelief, [Host, what happened?]

When I noticed Fang Xubai was reading my personal file, I understood.

“You prepared the background setting exactly the way I told you to, right?”

The System nodded. [Was it because of that?]

The persona I had arranged for myself was this: the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family, sent to an orphanage by the auntie her biological father had assigned to care for her.

Fang Xubai had also been sent to the orphanage that way when he was young.

In the original novel, he was utterly conscienceless, with a heart of stone. The only time he ever showed mercy was when he let go of a seven-year-old thief who had stolen his wallet.

No one cared about that detail. They only thought it was a sudden whim.

No one remembered that Fang Xubai had also stolen a wallet when he was seven and had been beaten half to death for it.

The one he spared wasn’t the little thief.

He was trying to spare his seven-year-old self.

The System suddenly understood. [Those experiences you made up for yourself in the orphanage were all things the villain went through as a child!

[Compensating for one’s own deficiencies through another person is called compensatory psychology. That’s basically the same principle behind people looking for substitutes.]

The System muttered, [I thought you were calling a villain your dad because you wanted to take the comedy route. I didn’t realize you were being professional…]

I never did anything without a purpose.

I turned my gaze toward Fang Xubai.

He sat upright behind his desk, his expression indifferent and calm, but the fingers gripping the file were faintly tense.

Not worth it?

Trading one hand for a pass to start conquering him was absolutely worth it.

Chapter 6

The System was overjoyed and greatly encouraged.

Even though I had been hospitalized for almost a week and Fang Xubai hadn’t come even once.

The System was still full of confidence, reporting his every move to me.

[The orphanage incident has caused a huge public uproar. Fang Xubai has been dealing with the police lately. Too many people want to use this to bring him down. He’s completely swamped.]

Fang Xubai had wiped out so many people at the orphanage. Even in this lawless, old-school melodramatic world, it would be difficult for him to walk away unscathed.

Fortunately, that orphanage was hardly innocent.

A dark industrial chain involving the trafficking and conditioning of young children was exposed, and it even implicated overseas forces.

The System declared with certainty, [Once the villain finishes handling this, he’ll definitely come pick you up!]

In reality, Fang Xubai came before the matter was even settled.

That day, I was building blocks with the subordinate he had sent to look after me.

When the System notified me that Fang Xubai had already reached the hospital corridor, that subordinate happened to ask me, “Why do you call Master Bai your daddy?”

“Because he’s a peerless hero!”

Facing the confused subordinate, I spoke with absolute conviction.

“Before Auntie left, she told me my daddy was a peerless hero. One day, he’d come pick me up on a cloud of seven colors.

“That day, they were going to lock me in the little box again. I was running out to ask for help when I bumped into someone.

“He may not have stepped on a cloud of seven colors, but he saved me. If he’s the peerless hero who saved me, doesn’t that make him my daddy?”

A child’s self-contained fairy-tale logic left the subordinate speechless.

In the silence, a light, cool voice suddenly cut in from the doorway.

“So what you mean is, whoever you bumped into that day would have become your dad?”

With a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, Fang Xubai leisurely walked to the bedside and lowered his eyes to look at me.

Whether a fairy tale held up depended entirely on whether the listener chose to expose it.

My heart lifted slightly.

Then I heard Fang Xubai click his tongue.

“Doesn’t that make me terribly unlucky?”