The Main Characters Won't Stop Pampering Me!-Chapter 95: Crisis

Yuanfeng, the man who ruled a financial empire and was hailed as a genius, the man whose facial symmetry Huaijin had praised just yesterday as "criminally handsome," was being completely overshadowed by the shiny hair of a butler.

"He is a perfectly acceptable employee, Huaijin," Yuanfeng muttered, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. "He is trained for service efficiency, not aesthetic excellence."

Huaijin ignored the obvious hint of sour grapes. "For Butler Luo Ming, I think we should bring him the newest model of the Japanese ergonomic pen. It’s sleek, practical, and it matches his elegant hands perfectly! He needs precision tools for his impeccable note-taking!"

"He needs to serve tea and open doors, Huaijin," Yuanfeng corrected, his voice slightly strangled. "He does not need a precision, ergonomic, Japanese-engineered instrument for note-taking. My own pen is an ordinary plastic ballpoint, and I write groundbreaking physics theories with it!"

"But you are a genius, Daddy! You can write a groundbreaking theory on the back of a napkin with a crayon!" Huaijin countered logically. "Luo Ming is not a genius; he needs assistance from superior stationery to help his elegant hands be happy."

Yuanfeng was defeated. He couldn’t argue with her logic, only with his own ridiculous, festering professional jealousy over a butler.

It was utterly absurd. He was a multi-billionaire physics wizard, and he was jealous of a man who served appetizers.

He let out a long, theatrical sigh. "Fine. We will obtain the Japanese Ergonomic Pen for the handsome butler. But I will select my own paper bag for my very simple, very ordinary books."

Huaijin patted his arm reassuringly. "Don’t be jealous, Daddy. You’re my number one favorite handsome genius! Luo Ming is just number one on the Most Graceful Men Who Bring Snacks list." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

’That list is not a comfort at all, Huaijin! My Princess!’ Yuanfeng thought bitterly, starting the car, which immediately responded with a dramatic, poverty-screaming shudder and a puff of grey smoke. ’The very existence of such a list is a direct challenge to my paternal supremacy!’

After a characteristically bumpy and noisy journey in "The Rattler," which Yuanfeng strategically parked in the furthest, least-visible corner of the Manor’s expansive lot, they entered the opulent estate.

The atmosphere in the Manor was immediately different from their cozy apartment; it was vast, quiet, and permeated with the cool, reserved air of high society.

Yuanfeng, carrying a stack of books in a simple canvas tote bag and Huaijin clinging to his hand, presented the perfect picture of the humble, intellectual father.

They were greeted by a maid, who escorted them to the main receiving hall. And, of course, there he was: Luo Ming.

The young butler approached with his trademark quiet efficiency. He was indeed graceful, moving with an almost balletic precision. His crisp, dark uniform seemed tailored by the gods, and his dark hair, Huaijin was right, was perfectly styled and subtly shiny.

Luo Ming offered a slight, formal bow. "Professor Yuanfeng, Little Miss Huaijin. Welcome back. The Chairman awaits you in the study. May I take your bags?"

Huaijin immediately dropped Yuanfeng’s hand and launched herself at the butler, not with a hug, but with an expression of profound, respectful admiration.

"Luo Ming! You are here! You look even more elegant today than you did last time!" Huaijin declared loudly, giving him the kind of flattering scrutiny usually reserved for masterpieces of art.

Luo Ming blinked, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face, before recovering instantly and offering a gentle smile, a smile Yuanfeng immediately deemed to be excessive and unnecessary.

"Thank you, Little Miss. That is a very kind compliment," Luo Ming replied, his voice calm and melodic.

Yuanfeng inserted himself immediately, stepping right between Huaijin and the butler. He shoved the canvas tote bag holding the symbolic gifts into Luo Ming’s waiting hands.

"Yes, yes. Thank you, Luo Ming. We have a rather pressing appointment with father, and my daughter is quite... enthusiastic," Yuanfeng said stiffly, deliberately emphasizing the word enthusiastic to imply childish. "These are just some simple books for my brother and a few small tokens. Please deliver them with my compliments."

Luo Ming held the tote bag, his expression perfectly neutral.

Huaijin looked up at her father, then back at the butler, and decided a subtle public apology was required for her father’s glaring lack of composure.

"We brought you a special present too, Luo Ming!" Huaijin announced, giving her father’s arm a sharp, cautionary squeeze. "Daddy insisted on getting you the very best writing tool, because he admires your commitment to precision and efficiency so much!"

Yuanfeng made a small, choking sound that could have been mistaken for a cough. ’I bought it under extreme duress after a dramatic, emotional manipulation! I do not admire his hair!’

Luo Ming’s smile widened slightly, a genuine warmth reaching his eyes this time. "That is extremely thoughtful of you both. I shall treasure it. Please, follow me."

As Luo Ming led the way, Huaijin immediately seized her father’s hand, pulling him into a tight, side-clinging walk.

"See, Daddy? He liked it! He appreciated your thoughtful commitment to his professional happiness!" Huaijin whispered fiercely.

Yuanfeng’s jealousy immediately evaporated, replaced by the overwhelming, familiar joy of his daughter’s praise.

"Of course, he did, my little dragon," Yuanfeng whispered back, squeezing her hand. "Because I am your father, and my planning and execution are flawless, even when purchasing ergonomic pens for handsome butlers."

Luo Ming guided them through a corridor, pausing near the library where Yuanying and Chi Song were attempting to review their history notes under the watchful, critical eye of a private tutor.

The moment Yuanying saw Huaijin, her face lit up, and she instantly abandoned her textbook.

"Huaijin!" Yuanying rushed over, pulling Huaijin into a quick, excited hug, a display of easy affection that was becoming more frequent. "You’re here! Did you finish the logic puzzle?"

"I solved the ’N!’ problem in two minutes," Huaijin stated. "And guess what? We came to kidnap you! Daddy says you and Big Brother Song should come with us, so we can all go get lunch outside the Manor."

Yuanying’s eyes widened with delighted shock. The idea of escaping the stifling academic pressure of the Manor, especially with the cool, fun Professor Yuanfeng, was thrilling.

Yuanfeng smiled down at his nieces and nephews, the image of the kind, understanding uncle overriding the annoyed businessman. "Your grandfather will be busy for a while. We are taking a lunch break. Luo Ming, please inform the tutor that Miss Yuanying and Master Song are engaging in a necessary familial bonding exercise for the next two hours."

Luo Ming, seeing the genuine excitement on the children’s faces, executed a perfect, silent nod of agreement.

As Yuanying and Song quickly gathered their belongings, Huaijin leaned close to Yuanying, her voice low. "I brought you a gift. It encourages super-smart hero worship and requires cooperation with Song. We must discuss our future plans!"

Yuanying’s face broke into a radiant, genuine smile. The day, which had started with the sterile formality of the Manor, had suddenly become a spontaneous, thrilling adventure, orchestrated entirely by her brilliant, loyal little cousin.

Yuanfeng, watching the easy affection between the two girls, decided that even the absurd jealousy and the need to maintain the façade were worth it.

This was his real work: protecting and nurturing his daughter and, perhaps, rewriting the fates of those around her.

The sight of the three children, Huaijin, the fiercely protective and strategically minded six-year-old; Yuanying, the competitive, yet deeply yearning future villainess; and Chi Song, the quiet, watchful eldest grandson, walking away together brought a complicated rush of emotions to Professor Yuanfeng.

He watched them disappear into the hushed elegance of the Manor’s corridors, heading toward the library, their laughter already muted by the thick oak doors.

He stood there for a long moment, the canvas tote bag holding the ridiculously expensive, yet humbly presented, gifts now empty in his hands.

The air in the receiving hall was cool and sterile, a stark contrast to the fierce, protective warmth that was constantly radiating from his chest.

Yuanfeng was the emperor of a vast business empire, capable of making decisions that affected hundreds of thousands of lives without a hint of doubt.

But when it came to his daughter, he was nothing more than a nervous, overthinking father, a man whose power was rendered utterly meaningless by the fragility of his small, beloved child.

What to do when he loves his daughter just way too much?