The True Young Master Saves the Soul Pet World by Eating Melons – CH87

Chapter 87: Yu Lipu

And then what happened?

Thinking of the typical tropes in household power-struggle novels, Si Er’s imagination ran wild.

Did that cousin-concubine frame Madam Quan—cause her to miscarry? Push her into the water? Make her fall? Make her sick?

And when City Lord Quan was furious and about to punish Madam Quan, did she start pretending to plead for her instead—only making his anger burn even hotter?

[I don’t know about that. Among the people I can currently observe, none are related to City Lord Quan.]

[So what I know about them is only what’s publicly known.]

Tsk tsk, and it’s already public knowledge? How bad must City Lord Quan’s reputation be?

[Among all the city lords, he’s not too bad—after all, he only has one concubine.]

[But among the Four Great City Lords, he seems the least reliable.]

[Of course, that’s only in terms of relationships. When it comes to raising sons, everyone still thinks City Lord Yu is the least reliable.]

That’s true.

Si Er had no objection.

If there were an award for ‘Most Loving Yet Most Unreliable Father,’ I’m sure City Lord Yu would win first place for many consecutive years.

Eventually, no one else would even dare compete—because compared to him, they’d all feel inferior.

Yu Beixuan: How unhinged does someone have to be to create an award for the most unreliable father?

[I think so too. But City Lord Yu doesn’t seem to agree. He firmly believes he’s the most reliable and best father among the four.]

He actually thinks he’s the most reliable father? How does someone manage to be so unreliable and yet so confident?

Si Er couldn’t form a clear image of City Lord Yu in his mind. No matter how he tried to picture him, the image came out strange and distorted.

As one of the Four Great City Lords—with almost no defeats in battles against baleful beasts—Si Er imagined he should look similar to his own father.

Tall and handsome. Steady and dependable. The kind of man whose mere presence gave a sense of security.

But thinking about Xuanxuan’s turbulent and perilous childhood, where was the security in that?

And someone who could do so many absurd things—shouldn’t he be some big, foolish brute?

The more Si Er thought about it, the more abstract the image became.

Sigh, I really want to see what City Lord Yu looks like. Xuanxuan is so good-looking—his father can’t be bad-looking either, right?

Yu Beixuan: o(////?////)q

Er’er said he’s good-looking!

Yu Beixuan felt that being called good-looking was very pleasing—far more so than being called cute.

[It’s easy enough to see City Lord Yu. You and Xuanxuan are so close—I can simply view his image.]

[Want to see? I can share it with you.]

Quick, quick! Show me!

[Here you go!]

Soon, an image appeared in Si Er’s mind—it was City Lord Yu, still handling affairs in Beiye City.

He was indeed handsome, sharing about five parts resemblance with Yu Beixuan, though more mature and refined.

What shocked Si Er was that City Lord Yu actually looked very shrewd.

The type of dangerously attractive man people instinctively kept their distance from.

Well… in some ways, he was indeed dangerous. Xuanxuan probably had firsthand experience of that.

Yet as he moved, that dangerous aura faded somewhat, and he looked rather like a capable househusband.

With one hand, he reviewed official documents; with the other, he cradled his little daughter and gently rocked her.

Huh? Wait… he doesn’t look that unreliable. He’s soothing his daughter quite well.

Could it be he favors daughters over sons? So he takes good care of his daughter but not his sons?

Just as that thought crossed Si Er’s mind, he saw City Lord Yu pause mid-thought, resting his chin on his hand—and absentmindedly chewing on his pen.

I didn’t expect it… at his age, and he still bites his pen while thinking.

I stopped doing that before I even finished primary school.

Yu Beixuan: Father, how are you embarrassing me again?

And in front of so many people! Now the whole academy will know I have a father who chews on his pen.

Yu Beixuan felt his once carefully maintained cold and mysterious image was on the verge of collapse.

As for his father…

That didn’t matter. His father had probably never had much of an image to begin with.

Yu Beixuan’s gaze drifted toward Guagua, and a trace of wariness rose in his heart.

This rabbit was too powerful. Beiye City was so far away, yet it could still see everything—and even live-broadcast it to Er’er.

What if one day he did something embarrassing and Guagua broadcast that too?

The rabbit clearly loved gossip. It would be hard to stop it from sharing.

He’d have to ask his father to procure more spirit melons—bribe Guagua with them.

Maybe then the rabbit would show mercy and pry into his gossip less often.

Though Yu Beixuan doubted it would work, one had to have dreams.

Meanwhile, Si Er continued watching with great interest.

Soon, he noticed that while City Lord Yu was still thinking hard, the baby in his arms had begun to stir.

Children loved to imitate. Watching her father chew on his pen, little Yu Wuwu stretched out her tiny hand toward the desk.

After much effort, she finally grabbed a brush he had discarded earlier.

The brush was still wet with ink. Unable to distinguish handle from tip, little Yu Wuwu grabbed it and stuffed the inked end into her mouth.

By the time City Lord Yu finished thinking and approved the document, he turned around to see his daughter spraying black liquid from her mouth.

He shrieked in terror.

“Ahhh! Madam, help! Wuwu’s been poisoned!”

Si Er shook his head repeatedly.

He’s hopeless. Yelling before figuring out what happened. Look—Madam Yu just slapped him.

Hehehe, this is too funny.

And his voice just now was so high—it even cracked! Hahaha…

Such a dangerously charming handsome face… how did it end up on such a silly man? Is this contrast-cuteness? Love—

Forget it. I don’t dare love. Just think about little Yu Xuanxuan, and now little Yu Wuwu. With a father like that, it’s easy to lose all affection.

Yu Beixuan nodded in agreement. Wasn’t that so? Before meeting Er’er, he’d felt incapable of loving anymore.

But his father had gone too far—actually feeding his little sister ink!

She was so small! So fragile! How could he bear it?

What? You say she fed herself?

Hah! She’s just a baby. What does she know? Isn’t this clearly the adult’s negligence?

A dignified city lord—and he can’t even manage the little sister at home?

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