The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chapter 471 Su Yang is happy to be a father

Below the stage, Gu Yuande was already waiting.

He took two steps forward and shook Zhang Wenbin's hand vigorously, with a sigh in his tone: "Old Zhang, your mouth is more powerful than my most negotiating manager! You can draw out everyone's kindness with just a few words."

Zhang Wenbin shook his head and chuckled: "Yuan De, how can I be so capable? I just spoke out the children's sufferings. There are still many kind-hearted people in this world."

Gu Yuande suddenly let go of his hand, took out a checkbook from his suit pocket, wrote down a string of numbers, and then tore it off and handed it to Zhang Wenbin:

"I won't say much else. One hundred million yuan is used to buy winter supplies and school supplies for the children in the mountainous areas."

There was an uproar.

Zhang Wenbin was stunned, and his hand trembled slightly as he took the check. He looked up at Gu Yuande, tears welling up in his eyes: "Yuande, this... is too much."

Gu Yuande patted his shoulder and said in a heroic tone: "Not much! What you are doing is a great deed of accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, I am just taking a ride. Besides, my money, Gu Yuande, is worth spending on the children!"

The charity dinner was coming to an end, and Gu Yuande led Su Yang away. Zhang Wenbin watched the two disappear from his back and silently wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

This was a very successful charity dinner. Not only did we raise money, but we also built a school and solved the problems of many children.

Zhang Wenbin’s wish was fulfilled, he felt happy and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

On the way back, Su Yang was in a daze, as if he was half asleep. He wanted to take this opportunity to test Zhang Wenbin's background, but he didn't expect that the situation would get more confusing.

"What's going on? Did I really accuse him wrongly?" Su Yang scratched his head and pondered.

Seeing that he looked distracted, Gu Yuande couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Su Yang shook his head and thought, forget it, I haven’t gained anything tonight, why should I sleep?

The incident must be investigated from the source. Su Yang got off the car on the pretext of something and went alone to Lingling's place of residence - a suburban villa.

The night was as dark as ink, and the occasional barking of dogs could be heard on the empty and deserted road. The area around the villa was unusually quiet, with not a single light shining.

"Don't people say this place is haunted? How come I can't hear any noise?" Su Yang muttered as he walked forward and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, is there a ghost in the house?"

No one answered, and no ghost came to open the door.

Su Yang pushed the door tentatively and walked in easily. The living room on the first floor was pitch black.

He climbed up to the second floor in the moonlight. There were more than ten doors on both sides of the corridor. He held his breath and pushed open the nearest one.

The room was filled with the unique milky scent of children. Six bunk beds were neatly arranged, and more than a dozen chubby children were curled up in cartoon-patterned quilts and sleeping soundly.

The moonlight wove a silver net through the screen and fell on their chubby cheeks. Some of the children had saliva hanging from the corners of their mouths, and their little hands were tightly clutching the stuffed dolls beside their pillows.

The tip of Su Yang's shoe touched the plastic toy car at the foot of the bed, and the wheels rolled twice. He hurriedly held it, but saw that the children just turned over and fell into a sweet dream again.

He stepped out of the door quietly and continued walking deeper into the corridor. The room at the end was ajar, with a faint blue light leaking through the crack in the door.

Su Yang squeezed in sideways. The entire wall of glass cabinets was filled with handmade products, including wind chimes made from bottle caps, piggy banks made from yogurt boxes, and pencil holders wrapped in colorful yarn.

There were several pots of succulents on the windowsill, and the desk drawer was half open, revealing several children's picture books with dried wild flower specimens sandwiched between the pages.

The handrail of the spiral staircase leading to the third floor is wrapped with colorful lights. Although there is no electricity at the moment, one can still imagine it looking like a fairy tale castle when the lights are on.

The moment he arrived on the third floor, Su Yang's pupils suddenly shrank. A space of 200 square meters had been transformed into an indoor playground. A starry sky projection screen was hung on the ceiling, and the ground was covered with soft rainbow mats.

On the left is a workbench filled with Lego bricks, and boxes of parts are sorted and stored in transparent storage boxes.

There is a pink swing hanging on the climbing frame on the right, a ball rolling on the edge of the ocean ball pool, and several comic books are spread out on the lazy sofa, with bookmarks drawn by children with crayons between the pages.

The most shocking thing is the hand-painted paintings covering the walls, including a little doctor in a white coat giving an injection to a teddy bear and a little pilot flying to the clouds with a balloon.

On top of the toy shelf was a tin biscuit box. Su Yang opened the lid and found it was filled with colorful hair ties, glass marbles, and polished playing cards. It was clearly a secret treasure that the children treasured.

He squatted down, his fingertips stroking the cartoon stickers on the floor mat, and suddenly heard light footsteps coming from downstairs. Su Yang quickly hid in the dark and opened a small gap in the closet to observe the outside world.

After a slight noise, Tang Jiu came up with a small flower basket on his arm, which was filled with colorful flowers.

Following behind him are three little kids: Lingling, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan.

Tang Jiu had been a ghost for more than a hundred years, and he was very energetic at night. The three little kids took him to the back mountain to pick a lot of flowers to decorate the house.

My younger brother Yuanyuan loves beauty the most, and he never forgets to dress himself up with all kinds of things wherever he goes. He wears a big wreath on his little head, and holds several woven straw hats and bows in his little hands.

"I'm going to put all my treasures in the cupboard." Yuanyuan said in a baby voice, and walked straight towards where Su Yang was hiding.

The closet door creaked open, and their eyes met. Su Yang quickly put his finger to his lips to signal him not to make a sound.

It just so happens that Su Yang and Su Xiang look so similar that Yuanyuan mistakenly thinks that the Su Yang in front of her is her father Su Xiang.

He blinked his eyes, suddenly closed the door, and shouted in a baby voice: "Wow! Look how powerful I am, Dad!" The other three were attracted and stared at the closed closet curiously.

Lingling opened the door, Su Yang's face turned red with embarrassment, and he said with a wry smile: "Hehe... Hello..."

"Dad?" Ling Ling looked at Su Yang and said blankly, "You are my dad, right? I have seen your portrait."

"Ah? What dad?" Su Yang asked back in confusion.

"Is your surname Su?" Lingling asked.

"Hmm..." Su Yang nodded hesitantly.

Lingling's eyes suddenly turned red when she saw his performance. She choked up and said, "Sure enough, it's Dad!"

As she said that, she suddenly hugged Su Yang's thighs and cried loudly, "Wuwuwu~ Dad, I finally found you!"

Tang Jiu who was standing next to him was stunned. Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Oh, don't cry." Su Yang squatted down and frantically coaxed Lingling, "I, I'm really not your father..."

"You are a liar!" Lingling cried and emphasized, "Dad, why don't you come to see me? Don't you like me..."

"No, no..." Su Yang helplessly explained, "I really don't know you..."

The more Su Yang explained, the sadder Lingling became. She lay in his arms and cried.

"Okay, okay, I'm your dad." Su Yang really couldn't do anything with her, so he patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Just be good, okay?"

"Okay!" Lingling wiped away her tears and cheered herself up again, "Dad, you are as handsome as I imagined!"

Su Yang giggled, ruffled Ling Ling's hair, and said softly, "Then tell Dad, why did you go to Du Shi Can Fang to make trouble?"