Chapter 273 specializes in cheating daughters
Chapter 273 of "Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return" opens with dynamic events: "Youâre still talking about it? You knew he was going to trick me and you... Read on for more!
"Youâre still talking about it? You knew he was going to trick me and you didnât speak up for me," Han Yan rolled her eyes. "What kind of father tricks his own daughter like this?"
"Itâs said that jade must be carved to form a tool. These past few days, Iâve heard quite a few of your glorious deeds. I really wanted to see, just how capable my precious daughter is," Mu Ruiâan teased.
Han Yan involuntarily recalled that thunderous nickname, Mu Siyi, and her expression grew somewhat embarrassed.
"Mu Siyi, Mu Siyi, such a resounding nickname is truly only worthy of the playboy scions from the City Lordâs family, hahaha..." Mu Ruiâan added insult to injury with his teasing words.
Listening to Mu Ruiâanâs teasing yet affectionate laughter, Han Yanâs face was the epitome of embarrassment. Suddenly, Han Yan thought of something and asked, "Dad, you didnât come up with that nickname, did you?"
"Congratulations, you got it right!" Mu Ruiâan roared with laughter, then shrugged his shoulders with a rascally expression, "But sorry, thereâs no reward."
Han Yanâs face twitched so hard it almost deformed!
She never imagined that the biggest person to trick her would be her own father!
Before, she had sworn that if she found out who had given her such a name, she would strip that bastard naked and hang him at the city gates, she certainly would! She didnât expect the metaphorical slap to the face to come so quickly! The one who gave her that nickname was her own dear dad!
She couldnât possibly strip her own father naked and hang him at the city gates, could she? And she had also called her dad a bastard... Oops, she had inadvertently included herself in the insult.
"Dad, I have a question for you," Han Yan looked at the still gleefully laughing Mu Ruiâan and said in a powerless tone.
"What is it?" Mu Ruiâan stopped laughing and blinked as he asked.
"Am I really not adopted? Or was I perhaps something you gave to mom along with some other purchase?" Han Yan asked with a touch of sorrow in her voice.
"But you are indeed my own flesh and blood, definitely my own. If you werenât, I wouldnât tease you like this," Mu Ruiâan said proudly, puffing out his chest.
Han Yanâs inner sorrow almost turned into a river of tears as she complained, "Donât you care about your daughterâs reputation at all?"
"Do you even have a reputation left?" Mu Ruiâan asked very seriously, then couldnât help but burst into laughter again.
"Forget it, Iâm not talking to you anymore. Iâm going to go get ready," Han Yan said with a stomach full of frustration, and then she turned to leave. Having a dad who specialized in teasing his daughter, she was really "lucky."
"Wait, wait, my precious daughter, tell me what your current strength is, so I wonât worry," Mu Ruiâan quickly contained his laughter and called out to Han Yan.
"I wonât tell you, you can guess," Han Yan said petulantly.
"Tell your dad. Even if Iâm not worried, your mom will be," Mu Ruiâan quickly added.
"Ninth Rank Swordsman," Han Yan stopped in her tracks and said slowly. Teasing her father and having a bit of fun with him was one thing, but she could never let her mother worry. No matter the past or present life, she owed her mother too much.
"Ninth Rank Swordsman..." Mu Ruiâan stood frozen on the spot, his mouth agape so wide that it could almost fit a goose egg.
Han Yan smiled triumphantly and left the study. Seeing her father so astonished was really amusing.
"Ninth Rank Swordsman, Ninth Rank Swordsman, hehe, Second Elder, this time you might be disappointed. When Han Yan comes back, letâs see if you can still manage to laugh," Mu Ruiâan finally snapped back to his senses, muttering to himself with a smug look, and he even hummed a few cheerful tunes.