Chapter 14: Bro, Is This Even Right?

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That tone of disdain—it can only be my own father!
Nian Nian: I’m just a three-year-old baby; why do I have to endure this?
Why do I suddenly feel a little thrill? After watching so many “model dads” who treat their children like treasures, seeing this straightforward and harsh style somehow feels exciting!
The person before me isn’t right! But... I also find it quite thrilling...
The contrast! It’s amazing! A man who can cook state banquets can’t even teach his daughter how to play a simple matching game! I declare this the most entertaining live stream I’ve seen all year!

Nian Nian was completely unaware of the heated discussion her interactions with her father had sparked outside.
She only felt wronged.
Her eyes grew warm, mist clouding over.
“Daddy... I... I don’t know how...”
Her voice trembled with tears, sounding utterly pitiful.
If it were another father, seeing his daughter like this, he would have already scooped her up lovingly.
But Chen Yu just raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t know? What’s there not to know?”
He pointed at the screen. “This is something even a three-year-old can figure out. Look here, here, and here—these can be cleared. Use your little brain.”
He paused and dropped his final “trump card.”
“I’m telling you, Chen Nian, if you don’t pass this level today,” he leaned lazily back on the sofa, crossing his legs, “then this afternoon and tonight, no reading for you.”
“Only when you clear it can you read.”

Boom!
Those words struck Nian Nian like a thunderclap.
No… no reading?
How could that be!
Reading was her greatest joy, her most anticipated daily delight!

Nian Nian was stunned.
She looked at her father in disbelief, her little head full of big question marks.
Is this right?
Why has playing a game become a task, and reading… a reward?
Why do what her mother taught and what her father does differ so completely?
But now, there was no one to save her.

In the VIP room, Jiang Zhiyun took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.
She was afraid that if she kept watching, she’d lose control and smash that damned screen—and maybe even that bastard Chen Yu’s head too!

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Nian Nian was a bit confused now.
She looked at the colorful screen in front of her, then glanced at the beloved picture books on the desk.
An unprecedented determination welled up within her small body.
For the sake of reading! She’d give it her all!

The little girl sniffled, holding back her tears, refocusing on the phone screen.
She began to observe carefully, her tiny fingers tapping the screen, searching for three identical animals in a row.
One attempt... failure.
Two attempts... failure again.

“Useless!” Chen Yu’s merciless mockery rang out again. “The green one! Up! No, left! Oh, you...”
Nian Nian was annoyed by his noise; her little hand trembled and she swiped randomly.

Suddenly, the screen exploded with dazzling light!
By accident, she had matched four in a row, triggering a special effect item!
Then that item combined with another special effect next to it, causing an even larger chain reaction!

Booooom!
The animals bounced wildly on the screen, and coins rained down in a clatter.
“Congratulations on passing the level!”
The three big characters jumped out accompanied by triumphant music.

Nian Nian was stunned.
She… she passed the level?
Chen Yu was also momentarily surprised, then smirked with a “See? I told you it was simple” look.
He sat up from the sofa and lazily reached out his hand to Nian Nian.
“Alright, you passed. Hand me the phone and go read your book, little bookworm.”

The tone was like a monumental favor granted.
Nian Nian felt as if she had been pardoned!
She practically “threw” the phone back into Chen Yu’s hand, then without looking back, dashed to her little desk like a deer escaping a hunter’s trap.
She flopped onto her little chair, clutching her favorite picture book, The Little Prince, burying her face deep into it.

The scent of paper and ink brought her an unprecedented sense of peace.

Terrifying!
That so-called “Happy Match” game was the most dreadful demon in the world!
A thousand times worse than getting shots!

Nian Nian swore silently in her heart:
From now on, she never wanted to play games again!
Reading is wonderful... quietly reading is the greatest happiness.

From then on, little Chen Nian’s love for books soared to a whole new, unprecedented height.

And the “culprit” behind it all, Chen Yu, took back the phone complacently, sank into the sofa, and leisurely started playing the next level himself.

Leaving the live stream audience dumbfounded by this divine twist.

“So… is this some new, reverse, immersive internet addiction therapy?”
“I get it! This dad is a true education master! He’s not teaching his kid to play games; he’s using the horror of the game to highlight the beauty of learning!”
“Brilliant! Look at Nian Nian’s relieved look as she rushes into the ocean of knowledge! I bet she’ll never get addicted to games in her life!”
“Case solved: ordering takeout in the morning to save time for recipe planning, forcing the kid to play games in the afternoon to make her love studying more—this husband is terrifying!”
“Am I the only one who thinks he’s just lazy and dislikes Nian Nian’s gaming skills?”
“Don’t say that out loud! Save some face for the big guy!”

In the living room, this bizarre yet harmonious scene unfolded.
Chen Yu played games leisurely while Nian Nian immersed herself in her books.
Jiang Zhiyun, after a brief moment of shock and anger, watched her daughter’s focused profile and slowly calmed down.
She even felt a faint, absurd sense of agreement.

Perhaps, Chen Yu’s unorthodox “twisted logic” was occasionally... quite useful?

That was exactly what Chen Yu thought.
If his daughter were always repressed, always taught to be a good little girl,
what if she rebelled during her teenage years? No amount of control would hold her down.
He didn’t want his daughter to run off with some delinquent just because she was good at games.
Though, as a member of the Jiang family, that was unlikely.
But not impossible.
Like himself—actually a delinquent with no money.
Yet Jiang Zhiyun still married him.
Better safe than sorry!

Watching Nian Nian seriously reading, Chen Yu felt a bit bored.
Previously, he could go out to play anytime; the ten thousand yuan allowance was enough to splurge casually.
But now with a child at home, he had to keep an eye on her.

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