Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter

Fu Ting’s heart felt heavy. The thing that haunted his mind was not the boy’s favor itself; it was the only time he was shown kindness after a life without affection and warmth.

Because of that, this memory stuck to him the most.

She began to sniffle. “But you don’t know the name of your benefactor. His look must’ve changed a lot after so many years. Do you remember anything about him that stood out to you?”

Fu Pei’s lips were pursed as he racked his brain for an answer. “He’s got a black tattoo with the letter ‘J’ on his chest. It could be his initial.”

J?

Fu Ting was in a daze for a few seconds. Emotions flashed through her eyes as she said not a word. Her stars-filled eyes twitched a bit. “It’ll be difficult with just this lead.”

“Yeah.” Fu Pei put his hands behind his neck, and his eyes stared out of the window for a while as he spaced out for a moment. When he came to, he jokingly commented, “Unless his future wife can take off his clothes to look at it for me, who else can see the tattoo on his chest?”

He chuckled lightly before it died down, and his eyes lowered. “I can only be indebted to him in this life.”

Fu Ting looked at him, and a fiery determination was ignited in her eyes. “I’ll help you find him, Dad.”

Fu Pei smiled and thought nothing much of it. Little did he know, his wish was about to come true…

…

The following morning, Fu Ting handed her father a notebook. “Open it and have a look, Dad.”

Fu Pei unhurriedly opened the book and read its content; everything was about some weird methods to make this ‘milk tea’.

The sunlight behind him shone, and he looked much like a prince in the comics veiled with bright light. His eyes twitched slightly. “What’s a milk tea?”

Fu Ting’s eyes lit up like the stars they were. “Milk tea is a very tasty drink. No one in Hai City has made this kind of tea yet, so I want to make milk tea and sell this weekend. I’m sure many people would buy it. We can earn a nice sum of money, too!”

“You’re living with me now. Do I give you inadequate food or clothes?” Fu Pei placed the notebook aside, his face began to darken. He looked very unpleasant, and his voice sounded a little deep. “It’s not like we have no money. Do we need you, a little fool, going out to make money? You’re embarrassing me.”

Fu Ting squeezed her hands together. “But, Dad, I really want to get a computer,” she softly answered.

As the Internet was just launched, Fu Ting wanted to make use of the remaining few months before the college entrance examination to start a career. This was to pave the way for Fu Pei in advance.

She needed a computer to get things done.

At this time, a computer was quite expensive. Fu Pei did not even think about it before he made a conclusion. “I’ll buy it for you soon.”

Meng Ying walked down and heard this. She became a little anxious and said in a tone as if she was considerate for Fu Ting. “Why does she need a computer? She’s only a kid, and you’ll only waste money.”

“Are you paying for it?” Fu Pei countered right back at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He was willing to spend money on Little Fu Ting. This was not wasting money at all!

The corners of Meng Ying’s mouth stiffened. Seeing Fu Pei pampering Fu Ting unreasonably made her feel inexplicably discontented.

Fu Ting paid no mind to Meng Yeng and instead resumed her conversation, “No, the money at home is for our living expenses, and we have to buy college entrance exam textbooks as well. You can’t take it out to buy a computer.”

Fu Pei’s face grew colder. If he was not so poor, he would not let Little Fool trouble herself just because she wanted to buy a laptop…

Lifting her head, Fu Ting’s moist eyes gazed into her father’s. “Dad, just please say yes. In fact, I also want to drink milk tea. Milk tea is really delicious, you know? I’ll make some for you to drink!”

The little girl licked her mouth, and she looked much like a starving cat.

However, Fu Pei knew Little Fool was just trying to calm him.

It took Fu Pei a good while before he blankly nodded at her in silent agreement.

Meng Ying was displeased. “You should think it over again, Pei,” she bitterly commented. “What’s the future of making milk tea? You’ll only lose money.”

Fu Pei’s thin lips were slightly curved. “Well, if she likes it, then just let her use the money.”

Meng Ying was flabbergasted.

Listening to Fu Ting’s exciting arrangement, Meng Ying dampened her enthusiasm. “I think your milk tea is weird. Will you have diarrhea if you drink it? Everyone’s drinking Arctic Oceans nowadays, so it’ll be hard for you to sell your milk tea. You’re just wasting your time.”

Fu Ting’s smile never left her face, even for a second. “Don’t talk about whether we can sell it out or not; we need manpower to make milk tea. You’re not working on weekends, so you should help us.”

Meng Ying refused to take part in her plan, so she immediately made excuses. “No, I’m good. I just received a call that my mom’s sick, so I’ll have to go to the hospital and take care of her. I won’t be helping you out. Wishing you a successful sale.”

As she turned around to leave, she mused to herself that if Fu Ting’s milk tea actually turned out to be a big hit, she would perform eating sh*t with a handstand.