After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Sorry, I Have to Laugh Too, It’s Really Too Tragic

Yao Hui’s fantasies grew more and more triumphant, his mind filling with irrational ideas. He imagined himself successful, surrounded by beauties, and his dad regretting hitting him, kneeling at the door to apologize.

At this moment, Yao Hui looked at the milk tea in his hand, his eyes shining, and he decided! He would call his dad right away and tell him that Mr. Si had given him milk tea!

Yao Hui was a man of action. As soon as the call connected, he got straight to the point, “Dad, Mr. Si gave me milk tea.”

“Why on earth would he give you milk tea?” The old father’s voice trembled on the other end of the phone, still upset about last time when their family lost Mr. Si’s partnership because of his beast of a son.

Later, he found out that it was because this damn kid had tried to hit on Mr. Si’s girlfriend!

So now, his first thought was that Yao Hui had offended Mr. Si again!

“It’s not about why yet, your son has captured Mr. Si’s favor!” Yao Hui’s tone carried a bit of pride that he couldn’t quite hide.

However, when these words reached the old man’s ears over the phone, what he heard was: “Hey, you old fool! Why so many questions? I just want to offend people randomly, it won’t be long before Mr. Si crushes our Yao Family with a flick of his finger!”

The phone was abruptly hung up, leaving Yao Hui dumbfounded. Was his dad being serious?

Getting so worked up?

It was just a cup of milk tea from Mr. Si.

“Was it really necessary to call your dad just to tell him about a cup of milk tea?” Sang Shen had been by his side the whole time, watching his strange behavior with a complex expression.

This was something he couldn’t understand.

“You don’t understand.” Yao Hui threw him a profound look and strutted back to the film crew.

Other crew members also gradually arrived, and just as everyone was in place and the director was about to ask everyone to send him the photos they’d taken,

an elderly man suddenly entered, carrying a feather duster, startling everyone.

Yao Hui also paused, “Dad, what are you doing? If you wanted to praise me, you didn’t need to bring a feather duster, right?”

“Praise you? I should have killed you. You never do anything serious, just causing trouble everywhere you go, now even here on the reality show you can’t stay out of trouble.”

The old man got more agitated as he spoke, and the feather duster in his hand swiftly found its way onto Yao Hui’s body.

The other guests prudently stayed in the corner, afraid of getting involved.

“President Yao, please don’t be angry. We’re still shooting. Leave the kid some dignity. We can talk about it after the shoot,” the director quickly came forward to mediate.

Yao Hui even hid behind the director, “Dad, have you lost your mind? What did I do today?”

[Help, this scene feels just like when I was a kid being scolded by my parents, with my grandmother stepping in to mediate.]

[Yao Hui’s father seems quite old, seeing his white hair and still worrying about Yao Hui, it’s quite heartbreaking.]

[So, am I the only one curious about why Yao Hui got hit?]

[Couldn’t be… just because he bragged about Mr. Si giving him a cup of milk tea over the phone, right?]

[Now, the whole live audience of over two hundred million knows Yao Hui got hit.]

“You dare to ask! Today I’ll let it slide because of your director, but you’ll see when we get home!” Mr. Yao took a few deep breaths and left.

“Take President Yao to my room to rest,” the director instructed a staff member.

Their family had good relations with Mr. Yao’s house, and Yao Hui was someone he’d made an exception to bring in, naturally, he felt obliged to mediate.

Although their father-son relationship had always been like this, and Yao Hui, being an only child, truly lacked common sense. After graduating from college, he just messed around aimlessly.

Neglecting work and skiving off, causing annoyance—whenever he was at work, he’d often skip out, leading to being fired.

In his frustration, President Yao simply threw him into the love reality show and declared hands-off, securing the contract himself with a high penalty for breach, ensuring that Yao Hui wouldn’t dare flee.

“All right, everyone, send me today’s photos.” The director didn’t continue on the recently beaten topic.

After all… they had to save some face for Yao Hui.

“Okay.” Everyone eagerly sent in the better-looking photos taken today.

The director looked through them, somewhat satisfied; the effort was evident in the photos, but his expression grew darker as he viewed more.

So Sang Shen and Yao Hui only took one photo, and even then, they looked annoyed?

He then kept reassuring himself that they were just two guys, unable to produce any really appealing photos.

Upon seeing that the team of Sang Qiao and Si Chenli only had one photo, he fell silent, “Sang Qiao, your team just has one photo? Did you think it looked good enough?”

“…Yes.” Sang Qiao nodded reluctantly, having been too focused on eating to bother with taking photos.

“Fine then.” The director rubbed his head, unable to say more, thoroughly understanding Sang Qiao’s laziness.

Hands behind his back, “I’ll upload everyone’s best photos for voting later, and we’ll announce the results tonight. For now, everyone can go have lunch.”

“Okay.”

The show’s participants dispersed to eat.

Yao Hui’s dad, having held back so long, finally reached a pause in filming, grabbed his feather duster, and stormed out.

He began berating Yao Hui repeatedly, “At your age, how can you still cause me trouble, not giving me a single day’s peace!”

“Dad, at least tell me what trouble I’ve caused?” Yao Hui asked while dodging.

He hadn’t messed up this time, getting hit for no reason—he felt terribly wronged.

“How dare you ask?” His father hit even harder.

Everyone, including viewers in front of their screens, were forced to watch this display of a father disciplining his son.

It was exceedingly harsh.@@novelbin@@

After Yao Hui endured the beating, his father began questioning him about his faults, even suggesting that Si Chenli giving him bubble tea was a sure sign he’d messed up.

Yao Hui: “…” Blame my ass! It was just Mr. Si being nice giving him bubble tea.

He was now utterly regretful, he shouldn’t have shared this with his overly suspicious father!

At this moment, he had no desire to explain further; he had taken his beating, and talking was exhausting — better to rest in his room.

Once President Yao left, the director who had been watching quietly handed over a box of ointment, sighing, “You’re not getting any younger; try not to stir up trouble.”

“…” Receiving the ointment, Yao Hui was too tired to explain anymore, he just wanted to lie down and rest.

This time he really felt like a wrongfully killed Dou Er—he hadn’t caused any trouble at all!

[Help, why do I feel like laughing so much?]

[… I’m also laughing haha, I really didn’t expect Mr. Yao to just go on a love reality show and start hitting his son, even more curious what Yao Hui did?]

[I vaguely heard something about bubble tea? Mr. Si? Could it be that Yao Hui’s dad misunderstood something?]

[Aren’t you all laughing a bit too much! Yao Hui is so pitiful, let me join in the laughter haha.]