Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter

They spotted a girl being harassed by a bunch of hooligans, each with different hair colors.

Fu Pei asked Fu Ting to stand right where she was to eat her snacks before he walked over to them with a blank stare.

“Pei, save me.” The girl saw Fu Pei as a savior at that moment, so she pitiably asked for help.

The gangsters apparently knew Fu Pei, and they looked at each other.

The head of the gang, who had red hair, did not hold back his annoyance. “Fu Pei, we’re all members in Black Boxing Club,” he snarled. “Don’t be a busybody.”

Fu Pei stretched his wrists. It was as though a violent aura was emitted from his being.

His lips curved upward slightly; cold and overbearing was his expression. “It’s boring to bully girls. Why don’t we have a competition? The loser has to listen to the winner.”

The red-haired guy knew Fu Pei was lethal in the art of boxing. After a few seconds of consideration, he reluctantly stormed off with his brothers.

“Oh, Pei, I’m so glad you’re here. I could’ve been harassed to death had you not come.” The girl walked to Fu Pei red-eyed, her face relieved after the disaster.

She reached out to hold Fu Pei’s arm.

Fu Pei took a step back and distanced himself from her. “Why are you here?” he questioned in a low voice.

“I heard from Xie Tiao that you moved, so I came here to see you…” The girl saw Fu Ting as she spoke. “Who’s this, Pei?” she asked.

The girl gave Fu Ting a once-over, an action reciprocated by Fu Ting.

She was considerably pretty. Slim and beautiful, she wore a white dress and had her hair tied to a ponytail, her face beautifully adorned with light makeup. She had an air of innocence laced with sultriness as well.

Fu Ting was very curious. Her father knew a number of girls, and it seemed like he cared about her. Could she be her mother who she had never met?

“She’s called Fu Ting, ” Fu Pei concisely introduced her and glanced at Fu Ting as he did so.

If eyes could smile, Fu Pei’s ink-black eyes definitely would at that moment. ‘The Little Fool who I raise,’ he mused to himself.

Meng Ying froze for a second before she quickly stretched out her hand to Fu Ting. “Hello, I’m Meng Ying.”

Fu Ting felt uneasy when her father was acquainted with another girl. They seemed to be very intimate, and she looked so much prettier than herself as well.

Would she lose her spot in Fu Pei’s heart in the future?

Fu Ting suddenly felt sick when she heard the name ‘Meng Ying’ as though she ate a fly.

In her investigation, she noted that her father suffered immensely and faced many rejections when he was young. Meng Ying had a lot of ‘credits’ in it.

Meng Ying worked at the front desk in Black Boxing Club. She would give Fu Pei a piece of pastry whenever he felt dispirited, thus she gained Fu Pei’s trust in this way.

Fu Pei had always been protecting Meng Ying, but this bad woman was only using Fu Pei from the beginning until the very end.

At the end of it all, she even cheated her father off of his first entrepreneurial fund. Her father had to sleep under the bridge for half a year during his final high school year, when he would be graduating. Her actions hurt him badly.

Fu Ting was not even born yet by the time this went down. She could not imagine her father’s struggle to survive.

She only knew all this after her father’s passing. She was very depressed that she wished to go back in time and strangle this woman called Meng Ying.

Lucky her; the opportunity had finally arrived.

This time, Fu Ting would not let Meng Ying touch even one strand of her father’s hair.

Fu Ting lowered her eyes and looked away indifferently. “I have mysophobia. I don’t wanna hold your hand.”

Was she ridiculing her by saying she was dirty?

Meng Ying’s outstretched hand stiffened, and she retracted it awkwardly. She raised her eyes to look at Fu Pei, but he did not seem like talking to her.

The young man’s well-shaped fingers played with Fu Ting’s little braid. “Why are you so delicate?” he spoke with a low voice.

Although his tone was obviously cold and hard, Meng Ying noticed there was more behind it… It sounded like he was coddling her.

Her heart sank.

Tight-lipped Fu Ting turned and walked toward the apartment.

Fu Pei followed her casually, while Meng Ying entered the apartment with them shamelessly.

“This is your new home, Pei? It’s so beautiful! It’s way bigger than my home.” Meng Ying’s eyes darted everywhere around the house the second she entered, and there was an unmistakable glint of greed and vanity in her eyes. This could not be seen by a simple-minded man.