Worse Than a Beast

It was clearly a summer night. The evening breeze was warm, carrying the fragrance of vegetation and soil, while the distant chirping of insects wove together to form a peaceful background.

But this warmth couldn't blow into Jiang Chengshan's heart no matter what.

Because Jiang Chengshan felt his heart turn freezing cold.

He really wanted to firmly say no.

But the moment he met his daughter's sparkling yet unquestionable eyes, the words got stuck in his throat.

He was too familiar with that look.

Calm, determined, and carrying a hint of a warning that said, "Just try saying no."

He was certain that if he said no, starting from tonight, for at least a week, he wouldn't hear Nannan say a single word to him.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of being treated as invisible by his daughter a second time.

So he took a deep breath, as if making a major decision, stared deeply at Lin Mo, and squeezed out a few words almost through his gritted teeth.

"Fine! You can sleep in the tent tonight."

"Yay! Then I'm sleeping in the tent tonight!" Jiang Yunlu was so happy she almost jumped up, spinning in a circle on the spot like a victorious little peacock.

However, in the next second, a flash of cunning crossed Jiang Chengshan's eyes behind his glasses, and he slowly added another sentence.

"Since that's the case, you stay in the tent. Lin Mo, you can rest in the RV tonight, so Yunlu won't disturb you by talking in her sleep in the middle of the night."

What a drastic measure!

This plot twist came so fast and sharp that the smile on Jiang Yunlu's face instantly froze. She stared dumbfounded at her dad, not expecting him to be so scheming!

However, she was only stunned for a moment.

Instead of getting angry, Jiang Yunlu actually found it somewhat amusing. She looked at Jiang Chengshan, who had an 'I won' expression on his face, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Dad, didn't you forget something?"

"Forgot what?" Jiang Chengshan's heart skipped a beat, feeling an ominous premonition.

Jiang Yunlu stretched out her fair fingers, counting them off one by one, and began to settle the score with him.

"First, in the competition this afternoon, I beat Lin Mo and also beat you. That counts as one wish, right?"

Jiang Yunlu counted on her fingers.

Jiang Chengshan's eyelids twitched. He didn't speak, which counted as tacit consent.

"Second, Lin Mo also beat you. According to our previous agreement, if he wins, it also counts as an extra wish for me. So I can make another wish now."

She paused, waved two fingers in front of him, and smiled like a little fox that had just stolen a chicken.

"So, one plus one equals two. Dad, you still owe me one wish now."

Jiang Chengshan completely broke down.

He felt his temples throbbing. He had calculated everything, but he didn't calculate that he would shoot himself in the foot.

He already knew he had lost, and lost miserably.

The imposing manner he had forced himself to maintain instantly drained away completely. He weakly dropped his hands and sighed.

"Cough, cough, then what is your second wish?"

Jiang Yunlu immediately turned her head, looking at Lin Mo with burning eyes, her gaze full of anticipation and joy.

"I wish that tonight I can stargaze together with Lin Mo."

Sure enough!

Jiang Chengshan felt his blood pressure rising again.

He took a deep breath, and then another, forcefully suppressing his anger. Then he suddenly stood up and looked at Lin Mo, who hadn't said much from the beginning to the end.

A large hand heavily clamped onto Lin Mo's shoulder. The force was almost enough to crush his bones.

Of course, this felt like absolutely nothing to Lin Mo.

"You kid, come with me!"

Lin Mo quietly glanced at Jiang Yunlu. The girl's eyes showed no worry at all; instead, she playfully blinked at him and mouthed to just go.

She wasn't worried about Lin Mo, and even less worried that her dad would actually do anything reckless.

Lin Mo also didn't worry that the Old Geezer wanted to kill him on the spot.

So he followed him to the side.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who messes around," Lin Mo spoke first, trying to pacify this lion on the verge of a rampage.

"Hmph! Don't act innocent after taking advantage. If you don't mess around, my Yunlu might," Jiang Chengshan suppressed his anger, his voice squeezing through his teeth.

He felt his blood pressure had skyrocketed to the critical point.

"Then what do you want to say?" Lin Mo helplessly spread his hands.

Jiang Chengshan was silent for two seconds, seemingly organizing his words, which finally turned into the simplest and most direct warning.

"Stargazing is stargazing, don't get handsy with my daughter."

"Alright, alright, I promise you. Do I look like someone who treats things so frivolously?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chengshan's scrutinizing and oppressive gaze suddenly locked onto him.

"Lin Mo."

The Old Geezer put away all his outward emotions, his tone more serious than ever before.

"I know your background isn't simple and your influence is great, but Yunlu is my only daughter. She is my, Jiang Chengshan's, lifeblood. If you dare to hurt her, I will risk this old life of mine and absolutely won't let you off."

These words were spoken with resounding force, carrying a father's heaviest resolve.

Seeing the undisguised determination in his eyes, the joking expression on Lin Mo's face also completely faded away.

"Okay, you are a good father, but I really won't hurt her. Besides, today is her birthday. Even if she wants anything from me, I will refuse."

Seeing the Old Geezer so serious, Lin Mo didn't joke around either.

Hearing these words, Jiang Chengshan's tense expression eased slightly, but he still didn't have a good look on his face.

He just snorted heavily through his nose, then raised his arm, and a small, square box flew towards Lin Mo.

Lin Mo subconsciously reached out and caught it, his movements clean and neat.

But upon taking a look, he was stunned.

Isn't this the world giant of family planning?

Hello Mr. Durex, goodbye Mr. Durex.

Lin Mo immediately threw the thing back to Jiang Chengshan.

"Uncle, calm down."

Lin Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Without this thing, I can guarantee nothing will happen. With this thing, it's really hard to say."

But Jiang Chengshan said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to be a grandfather this early."

"Alright, alright, you won't be."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned and walked away.

He and Jiang Yunlu hadn't even pierced the window paper of their feelings, and they were supposed to pierce that membrane?

Galgame is not like this, and special CGs shouldn't be triggered in this kind of environment.

Returning to Jiang Yunlu's side, Jiang Yunlu asked cautiously, "What did my dad say?"

"What else could it be? He warned me not to get handsy with you."

"What else?" Jiang Yunlu pressed on, a trace of imperceptible excitement and anticipation flickering in her clear eyes.

Looking at her like this, Lin Mo suddenly felt the urge to tease her.

He deliberately leaned in closer and lowered his voice:

"I retorted, saying that the one getting handsy might be you."

"What are you talking about!"

Jiang Yunlu's cheeks instantly flushed red again. Both shy and annoyed, she raised her delicate fist and lightly punched Lin Mo's arm.

"I would never!"

Seeing her charmingly naive appearance, the smile on Lin Mo's lips deepened.

But in the next second, he suddenly put away his smile, his expression turning serious.

"However, I really do need to prove to your father that I, Lin Mo, am a true gentleman."

His deadpan earnestness caught Jiang Yunlu slightly off guard.

Tilting her face up, she cautiously gazed into Lin Mo's deep eyes and, driven by some inexplicable impulse, asked:

"Does that mean... you're going to be worse than a beast?"

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