Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

Chapter 135: Daddy Number Three?

Chapter 135: Daddy Number Three?

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Mu Chen never felt how troublesome children were as much as he did now.

His temples throbbed as he spat out word by word: “Tell the housekeeper to take you there.”

“Right now, immediately, right away, get out of my room.”

...So mad.

The little thing blinked her dark eyes and agreed slowly, then left the room without hesitation with the strand of hair swaying from side to side.

Because she was sleepy, she wobbled and looked like a cute little penguin.

Mu Chen didn’t bother to look after her and closed his eyes in frustration, deciding to sleep.

*

Because Ye Sang needed to go to school, the housekeeper woke Ye Sang up early in the morning. She blinked sleepily and her head almost fell into her bowl.

Wu.

So sleepy.

The little girl looked like she was carved out of jade. Her lashes fluttered, looking soft and cute.

The housekeeper’s heart melted.

S-So cute.

“Head Huo’s daughter looks so cuteeeeee.” Maids covered their mouth and muttered to each other, “I thought she would be a devil incarnate, I didn’t expect a soft little bun.”

She wanted to hug her, pinch her face, and kiss her.

“Shhh, keep your voice down.”

“Sir is coming.”

Other people lowered their voices and told her to be quiet.

Everyone in the Mu family knew that Mr. Mu hated children the most.

Aren’t they looking for death if they discuss children in front of him?

Mu Chen originally planned to go straight to the research institute in the morning, but he suddenly remembered that now there’s a little thing in his home.

A daughter — one he had no idea how the Huo family had found.

It was in the middle of the night and plus he didn’t turn on the lights, so he couldn’t see her face clearly.

“Kid,” The man’s cool voice lightly sounded without any emotions.

The little thing turned around blankly and her clear eyes met with Mu Chen’s deep eyes.

Mu Chen’s pupils shrank and he slowly clenched his fists after seeing the little girl’s delicate face.

As they stared at each other, coldness started to cover his eyes.

If Huo Yao felt purely distant and indifferent towards Ye Sang, then Mu Chen completely loathed her.

At the same time, Ye Sang saw his face too.

She cupped her soft face and her expressions froze, subconsciously flipping through the bag around her waist.

The little thing found the photos in the filled bag.

Then she realized slowly that the man in the photo was the uncle in front of her eyes.

Ye Sang widened her mouth slightly, staring at his dark eyes blankly.

...Daddy number three?

The little thing tilted her head to the side but dropped her head back down on the table after considering that they could only confirm their relationship after a paternity test.

She hasn’t had one yet.

If she told him that, daddy number three would throw her out as if she’s mad.

The strand of hair on Ye Sang’s head drooped down, pondering how difficult it was to be a baby.

Mu Chen was planning to leave but his eyes grew cold at the sight of Ye Sang. He recalled what happened last night and finally understood why she sounded so familiar to him.

So she was Shen Chuchen’s daughter.

“Is your dad Huo Yao or Shen Chuchen?” He didn’t bother to mask the disgust in his eyes and every word was filled with suspicion.

He didn’t remember Huo Yao having a daughter in his last life.

So when Huo Yao said his daughter will stay here for a few days, Mu Chen didn’t really care.

If he knew that the daughter Huo Yao mentioned was Ye Sang, he wouldn’t have agreed no matter what.

But it was too late now.

No matter how much Mu Chen wanted to strangle this kid, he had to control himself before Huo Yao came back.

Ye Sang swayed her head, “Both are.”

Mu Chen: “...”

He smiled ridiculously. His cold voice sounded exceptionally sarcastic, “Can’t tell that you have so many dads.”

He just wanted to mock the little thing.

But she nodded obediently and swayed her short legs, “I will have more in the future.”

“...” Mu Chen choked on her random logic and looked away gloomily, narrowing his eyes.

Then he returned to his study without another word.

He was scared that he’ll strangle her if he stayed here.

Didn’t her father make him suffer enough in his last life?

And now he even wanted him to take care of her? What a joke.

He’ll find a way to kill her sooner or later.

...

Ye Sang bit into her slice of bread and her cheeks puffed, then slowly realized something, “Uncle didn’t have breakfast!”

The housekeeper smiled at her awkwardly, completely confused at how the little girl pissed their mister off.

His face wasn’t usually this dark.

The housekeeper squatted down and smiled, “Will Miss Sangsang give Mr. Mu his breakfast?”

He could tell that Mr. Mu had an obviously different attitude to her.

Honestly speaking, the housekeeper had looked forward to the little girl’s arrival in hopes that she could change their mister’s personality.

The little thing bit into a steamed bun and nodded obediently, “Okay.”

The little girl spoke unclearly and softly.

She wore a pink little dress and held the tray in her hands, finally finding her way following what the housekeeper said after a while.

Many maids watcher her anxiously, afraid that she’ll drop the tray.

“Uncle uncle!” Because she didn’t have a free hand, she could only kick the door lightly with the tip of her toes.

“...” Mu Chen’s temples throbbed, getting a headache from her voice alone.

He didn’t lock the door and the little girl could easily push the door open and come in.

Hence, Mu Chen didn’t bother to talk to her and looked down, staring at the project he was researching without blinking.

They used him completely and even caused him to die in infamy.

The man’s brows and eyes looked mild like an elegant ink painting.

Mu Chen didn’t want to be in charge of this project. He was a selfish person after all and he couldn’t return good for evil.

The little thing kicked the door but there was no sound, so she pouted and slowly pushed the door open.

“Uncle...” Ye Sang poked her head in and her eyes lit up a little. She bit her steamed bun and softly asked, “Do you want to eat?”

Mu Chen glanced at her with a cold face. “No. Get the f*** out.”

Ye Sang was cursed at for no reason and her little face looked confused.

“Y-You cursed at me.” The little thing pouted, looking unhappy.

Mu Chen smiled coldly.

And thought:

You are exactly who I’m cursing at.