Chapter 4 – Fierce Daddy, Don’t Like!

Shu Hui didn’t bother with anything else—her heart was all on her daughter.

From her trench coat pocket, she pulled out a cheese stick and fed it to her little girl, one small bite at a time.

The chubby little girl had eaten a full lunch, but she still craved more. Her mouth watered as she ate.

“Mommy eat… Mommy eat too…”

Shu Hui pulled out a tissue, wiped the drool off little Sui Ning’s chin, and said with a bright smile, “You eat. Mommy doesn’t want any when it’s all drooly.”

Whether the child understood or not, Sui Ning laughed happily, showing her tiny baby teeth. Her plump little hands patted her round belly as she wobbled her head.

But when her gaze accidentally met Qin Yushen’s beside her, Sui Ning’s smile instantly vanished.

She twisted away and burrowed into Shu Hui’s arms, leaving the back of her head facing the man.

Fierce daddy, don’t like!

Qin Yushen: “…”

Children were born to eat and sleep. On the second half of the ride, little Sui Ning was fast asleep in Shu Hui’s arms.

Sleeping children were much heavier than when awake. Her weight pressed fully against the crook of Shu Hui’s arm.

Even after switching arms twice, Shu Hui’s muscles still ached—she hadn’t held her daughter like this in a long time.

In her past life, after Ning Ning entered kindergarten, Qin Yushen’s cold impatience toward mother and daughter had eased a little.

He had arranged a professional childcare team for them, and the SUVs or nanny vans that picked them up were all equipped with child seats.

But this time, after being reborn, she was experiencing again how tiring it was to hold her chubby little girl.

Compared to the soreness in her arms, Shu Hui felt more thankful—grateful that heaven had given her another chance at life. This time, she would make sure her daughter grew up happily.

Not like before, where such a young child was crushed under endless rules of aristocratic etiquette and lessons.

Not again would she let her little girl live as an exhausted young heiress, too afraid even to cry or complain to her mother.

“She can sleep in the middle,” Qin Yushen suddenly said.

Shu Hui turned toward the voice, meeting his handsome face. Still lost in memories of her past life, she blurted out in a coquettish tone: “My arm is so sore. You hold Ning Ning and let her sleep.”

Qin Yushen froze, his face darkening. He hadn’t expected this woman to be so shameless, even using the child as an excuse to act spoiled with him.

But hearing her soft tone gave him a strange, fleeting sense of familiarity. It vanished quickly, leaving behind only a heavy, unsettling feeling.

He didn’t like that feeling. His face cold, eyes straight ahead, he refused to respond.

The atmosphere inside the car turned heavy and silent. The driver and Assistant Zhang in the passenger seat shrank their presence as much as possible—afraid that if the gods fought, the little demon would get caught in the crossfire.

Only after a long pause did Shu Hui realize she had mistaken the thirty-year-old dog of a man in front of her for the thirty-five-year-old man from her past life.

She didn’t feel embarrassed. Qin Yushen’s temper didn’t matter to her anymore.

With a small arch of her brow, Shu Hui murmured, “The middle seat is too bumpy. If you don’t want to hold her, then forget it.”

Soft words, yet sharp enough to choke on—Qin Yushen once again tasted how infuriating she could be.

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By the time they arrived at the hillside estate, evening had fallen. Dark clouds hung low, heavy with the promise of a summer downpour—common in Hong Kong between late summer and early autumn.

Inside the main hall, the moment Shu Hui stepped in, she felt sharp gazes cut against her like knives.

Looking up, she saw that several elders who had quarreled earlier about the marriage certificate were still there. The one glaring at her most viciously was Lian Minfang.

“You’re back,” Old Master Qin was the first to speak.

Qin Yushen walked forward, pulled out the marriage certificate from a folder, and handed it over.

Old Master Qin took one look, nodded approvingly. “Good child. You two must live a good life together from now on.”

To him, forcing the marriage wasn’t a bad thing at all. At this point, registering the marriage was the most positive and effective way for Qin Yushen, the heir, to handle the situation.

He himself had met his wife through an arranged meeting. Feelings could always be cultivated after marriage.

Moreover, Old Master Qin had already investigated—Shu Hui was a top student from a prestigious university, the top scorer of Dongcheng that year, the orphan of a decorated martyr, raised by her widowed mother.

Her background was impeccable—bright, capable, and outstanding. In the old days, it would’ve been the Qin family, as merchants, who were unworthy of someone like her.

Old Master Qin had been shrewd all his life. If Shu Hui were a worthless “Cinderella,” she would never have set foot into the Qin family, no matter how big the public outcry.

But Lian Minfang was still unwilling. She cast a cold glance at the marriage certificate and gave a harsh, disdainful snort.

Her sound was quickly drowned out by Qin Ying’s gleeful laughter. Minfang glared, only to see Qin Ying clutching her phone, laughing uncontrollably.

Seeing Minfang’s eyes on her, Qin Ying turned her phone around to show her.

“Sister-in-law, look at this. The media headline is too funny.” Qin Ying waved her phone, worried Minfang would be too angry to read clearly, so she read it out loud:

Hong Kong Entertainment Times:

“Shu Hui brings daughter to save the aging bachelor, giving Shen (Sheng) a home.”

“Pfft—hahahahahaha…”

Qin Ying laughed until tears came. “I said this before and you were angry. But now look at the headlines—everyone outside thinks the same way!”

“Which media outlet wrote that? Who allowed them to spout nonsense?!” Lian Minfang stormed forward to snatch the phone.

Her eldest son was young, capable, successful—if he wanted to marry, countless socialites would line up. How dare the media mock him like this!

She didn’t mind them attacking Shu Hui, but to belittle her son? That was intolerable.

“Find out which media it is! I’ll make them pay!” Minfang shouted furiously.

Qin Ying dodged out of reach, smiling even brighter. “This is the modern age. If you dare to do it, don’t be afraid of getting laughed at.”

Turning toward Qin Yushen in the distance, Qin Ying quickly softened her tone, smiling. “Yushen, Aunt isn’t saying anything bad about you. You and Miss Shu are a perfect match—I couldn’t be happier.”

She could freely drive Minfang mad, but she didn’t dare push this nephew too far.

Lian Minfang pointed a shaking finger, about to argue again—

But Old Master Qin’s stern voice cut in: “Enough! You two bicker every day. Just watching is exhausting.”

With that, Minfang had no choice but to swallow her anger. Still, she shot poisonous glares at Qin Ying, and at Shu Hui as well, silently vowing that she would make them pay sooner or later.

The room finally quieted down.

“Is the child asleep?” Old Master Qin raised his eyes, noticing Shu Hui holding her sleeping daughter. “Take her upstairs to bed.”

Lian Minfang immediately added, “There’s a room upstairs prepared for you.”

Qin Ying gave her a startled glance. Since when was this sister-in-law so considerate?

But of course, Minfang had no such kindness. Shu Hui’s arms tightened around her daughter.

In her past life, there had been no such media headlines—it had only been scorn and ridicule aimed at her.

And in that life, there had been no argument just now either. But the upstairs room had existed—specially arranged by Lian Minfang.

A poor single room in a bad location, without even a private bathroom.

Moving in there had reduced her to Lian Minfang’s most convenient “housemaid.”

Every morning, she had to rise early to serve Minfang’s meals and handle a mountain of chores.

Minfang had put her “in charge of the household,” but without authority or money—treating her as nothing more than free labor.

In that past life, Shu Hui had been weak, intimidated by Minfang, and lived in that servant’s room for two whole years.

Minfang had claimed it was for Shu Hui’s “training,” and even forbade her from visiting her own daughter—saying she mustn’t let little Sui Ning pick up her “petty” ways.

That was what Shu Hui hated the most: Minfang had robbed her of Ning Ning’s early childhood.

This life, Shu Hui would never fall into her trap again.