Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter

Although Fu Pei spoke in a collected manner, the awkwardness suppressed by his stern voice still unnerved the entire class as they vanished like thin air within seconds.

‘Sorry, we overgeneralized him. Your father is still your father, Brother Fu is still that Brother Fu.’

Su Luoshui emotionlessly hid her gaze. Although she did not believe Fu Pei, she refused to make it difficult for Fu Ting. “Okay.” She stood back and spoke gently, “I’ll get rid of my prejudice toward you since you want to turn over a new leaf, but I’ll be watching your every move from now on. If you dare poison my kid with bad ideals, don’t blame me for screwing you over.”

Su Luoshui was like a parent guarding her child against a troublesome kid’s influence.

It exhausted her so much, this old mother’s heart of hers.

Fu Pei’s wild eyes narrowed. “Little Fu Ting calls me her father,” he gruffly spoke. “You know that, right?”

Su Luoshui’s brows snapped together as she replied, “So?”

“You call her your ‘little kid’. Do you want to be her mother?” Fu Pei braced his arm with his other hand nonchalantly, his tone lazy and casual. “Why? Do you have a secret crush on me and want to build a family with us three?”

No misunderstanding, please. Fu Pei’s words were not flirtatious at all.

He was just upset as he did not want others to take his specialty away.

This Little Fool was too foolish. He was afraid…he had not teased enough, and she might be tricked by others.

Anxious, Fu Ting became chimed in, “Luoshui, do you like my father?”

Fu Ting was unsettled as she liked Luoshui and did not hope that Luoshui would be her mother if she liked her father. Then, she could not hang out with Luoshui anymore.

Or…

Su Luoshui felt utterly turned off physically. “I’m only focusing on my little kid! Is there a problem?”

Fu Pei was astonished. “What the hell?”

Fu Ting felt relieved and said, “Alright! Since everything is brought to light, let’s get along peacefully.”

Fu Pei’s face seemed calm, though he silently thought it was childish.

Su Luoshui also gave in for her sake and agreed.

“Luoshui, you’re the best.” Fu Ting leaned against Su Luoshui’s shoulder and rubbed on it. Her scented soft hair was like a cat’s fluffy paws that gently brushed against her face.

Su Luoshui thought, ‘Please don’t save me, I’m done.’

Fu Ting dragged the melting Su Luoshui with one hand while the other grabbed onto the awkward Fu Pei and walked toward the canteen joyfully.

Their backs—when looked from afar—truly seemed like a family of three.

The school forum had once more set off a bloody storm. One of the topics was commented on the top list.

[Two wives serving a husband. Is this the distortion of humanity or the disruption of morality?]

…

Canteen.

Fu Pei, Fu Ting and Su Luoshui walked in while Xie Tiao brought Tiger and others to clear their paths.

The usual long queue in front of the food window receded silently to the side.

This was the first time Fu Ting took her meal in the canteen, so she cheerfully grabbed a plate and went to the food window for food.

Auntie Ah Dou was the famous seller in the canteen; her hand would tremble like a child with epilepsy whenever she scooped food.

When Auntie Ah Dou saw Fu Ting, her back straightened while her hands no longer trembled as she firmly gave her a mountain of food.

“You’re too skinny, Little Girl. Eat more.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

Fu Ting gave her a sweet smile as she easily grabbed Fu Pei and Su Luoshui’s plate so Auntie Ah Dou could help.

Auntie Ah Dou melted due to her cuteness. Her usually crinkled face smiled into a huge wrinkle as she generously added two mountains of food and even gave Fu Ting a chicken drumstick.

Everybody was envious with red eyes. Xie Tiao could not help it and so asked, “Miss Ting, can you help me—”

Fu Pei’s kick interrupted him. “Get lost.”

Did he not see how skinny Little Fool was? What if there were too much food and she ended up fracturing her hands?

Xie Tiao bit his fingers bitterly and forgot how hypocritical Brother Fu could get.

“Auntie, didn’t you say that there are only fifty chicken drumsticks every day? It’s just finished. How could she have it?”

Fu Huihui held onto her plate as she glared at Fu Ting.