After A Failed Online Relationship, I’m Pregnant With A Wealthy Tycoon's Child - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Daddy, Punish Me Gently A Whole Night is Too Long, Little Peach…

Qiao Yan stared at that line of text at the very top of his screen, feeling as if his hair was about to stand on end.

He buried his face into his pillow and wailed soundlessly, “Where on earth am I supposed to get a whole outfit?!”

But the financial backer daddy’s words couldn’t be ignored. Qiao Yan sluggishly lifted his head, his fingers flying across the screen.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Daddy… QAQ Actually, actually my roommates are all here. If they see me wearing this, they will definitely make fun of me… (Cat-covering-face.jpg)

The moment he sent the message, he slammed his phone face-down onto the bed, not daring to look at He Yanzhou’s reply.

Lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, Qiao Yan felt his phone vibrate. He squinted his eyes into a tiny slit, awkwardly opened the app, and then snapped his eyes wide open upon seeing that Yan had already sent a message.

Yan: Your roommates are all there?

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Yes, yes! Three of us live in this dorm and everyone is here right now. I don’t dare to… (Twiddling-fingers.jpg)

After sending it, Qiao Yan even cast a wary glance at his busy roommates, patting his chest as if terrified of being seen through.

This time, the other party replied very quickly.

Yan: When does your break start?

Qiao Yan’s eyes lit up—there was hope!

He immediately scrambled up from the bed, crawled on his knees to the edge, and rummaged through a chaotic mess of books to pull out the school calendar. He glanced at it, pressing his finger against the vacation date.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Exams finish in mid-January! My roommates will all go home, so I’ll be the only one left in the dorm~ (Cat-expectantly-rubbing-paws.jpg)

Yan: Mm, then we’ll wait until then.

Qiao Yan patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief. Satisfied, he shrank back into his warm blankets, spreading himself out like a soft, fluffy pancake.

The crisis was temporarily averted, but was he really going to get a cat outfit to wear?

Pfft! What straight man wears a cat suit?

He would just find another excuse to fudge it when the time came. Old men have declining memories anyway; he would definitely have forgotten by then.

Qiao Yan happily pocketed the money, deciding to upgrade his meals tomorrow and never eat instant noodles again.

Thinking of this, he happily curled his legs, hugged his duvet, and rolled around twice, wrapping himself up like a blissful silkworm cocoon.

However, beautiful days are always fleeting.

Especially when Qiao Yan had to face Advanced Mathematics review questions the next day.

“Why does this problem look different from the last one again?”

Qiao Yan was eating a delicate, delivered sashimi platter, his cheeks slightly puffed out, while frowning miserably at the math problem in his workbook.

Cao Jingtong walked past behind him, snitched a piece of tuna, and glanced at the exercise book laid out on the desk. “Still locked in a love-hate relationship with math?”

“It’s a one-sided slaughter,” Qiao Yan said as he finished the last piece of salmon. He packed up the takeout trash, collapsed into his chair, and looked up at the ceiling in despair. “It’s killing me.”

Qiao Yan struggled for another half hour, but his progress remained at zero.

The tip of his pen poked at the scratch paper repeatedly, drawing out a meaningless cluster of tangled lines.

Exams were next week.

Qiao Yan decided to seek help.

“Cao Jingtong, please teach me Advanced Math,” Qiao Yan lifted his watery eyes, cupping his hands toward Cao Jingtong. “I can treat you to as many bowls of tuna as you want to eat.”

Cao Jingtong patted his shoulder. “Of course I can, if you don’t mind. But just a reminder: I’ve failed Advanced Math for two consecutive semesters.”

Qiao Yan instantly spun his chair away, leaving only a cold back of his head, letting out a soft “Hmph” from his mouth.

He returned to his seat completely disheartened, miserably realizing that he actually had no one left to turn to. Slouching his shoulders, he rested his chin on the stacked books, his entire body radiating an aura of having given up on life.

Propping his elbows on the desk, Qiao Yan kept running his hands through his hair until it was a complete mess. He stared at the math problems in front of him as if looking at a bunch of corrupted code—he couldn’t make sense of any of it.

Just as he was planning to play on his phone to relax for a bit, he suddenly spotted the Mogu app on his homepage.

A flash of inspiration struck Qiao Yan.

Right, he could look for He Yanzhou!

He Yanzhou graduated from a prestigious university; solving this kind of Advanced Math problem would be an absolute breeze for him, wouldn’t it?

This way, he could foster the relationship between them and solve his Advanced Math exam crisis at the same time.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

Qiao Yan quickly opened the app and typed furiously.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Daddy, are you busy?

Yan: Speak.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: I’m stuck on Advanced Math QAQ… There are so many problems I don’t know how to do, and I can’t even understand the answers. I’m so stupid…

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: (Cat-crying-into-poached-egg-eyes.jpg)

After sending it, Qiao Yan casually picked a few of the most menacing-looking problems from his workbook and sent them over to He Yanzhou.

Yan: Busy right now.

Yan: Wait a moment.

The sky gradually darkened. The heating in the dorm wasn’t sufficient, and since Qiao Yan was somewhat sensitive to the cold, he slowly wrapped himself tightly in the fairly thick blanket he brought from home. He curled up in his chair like a squirrel preparing for winter.

Just as Qiao Yan was about to pick up his pen and battle again, he saw a message from Yan.

Yan: Let my younger sister teach you.

How could that be allowed!

Alarm bells rang loudly in Qiao Yan’s heart. He intended to use Advanced Math as a stepping stone to further his relationship with He Yanzhou. Besides, how could he let his grand plan for revenge accidentally drag an innocent younger sister into the crossfire?

He pouted, looking a bit displeased.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: I want Daddy to explain it to me QAQ

The other side didn’t reply for a long time again.

Wrapped in his blanket, Qiao Yan idly scrolled through his phone, sniffling from time to time.

To distract himself and simultaneously entice He Yanzhou, he casually took a photo of himself wrapped in the blanket, showing only the upper half of his face and a few stray hairs sticking up. His hair was already on the longer side, so even without any filters, he could pass as completely gender-ambiguous right now. The background was his cluttered desk piled with books, making him look thoroughly pitiful.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: (Image)

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Wrapping my little blanket tightly while waiting for Daddy’s rescue… (Cat-watching-anxiously.jpg)

He Yanzhou’s profile picture remained gray; he was likely truly busy. Giving up the struggle, Qiao Yan silently began reviewing on his own.

A few hours later.

Yan: I’m finished.

Yan: What do you want me to teach you?

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: I don’t know any of it QAQ

A few minutes later, the other party sent over several blocks of text, completely working out both of the problems Qiao Yan had sent. However, although the answers were provided, He Yanzhou’s handwriting was scribbly and the steps were incredibly brief. It didn’t look like he was teaching someone at all.

Qiao Yan followed the steps one by one. By the time he reached the third line, his eyes began to glaze over.

“Right here… why did this equation suddenly transform? Is it magic?”

Biting the end of his pen, his brow knitted into a small knot. His fingers tapped away on the screen, deleting and revising before finally sending it out.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Daddy is so amazing… But how did it jump from step two to step three? Little Peach didn’t understand… (Cat-head-sprouting-question-marks.jpg)

Yan: Equivalent infinitesimal substitution.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: (Cat-blank-stare.jpg)

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Then what about this problem? Why do we set it to zero after taking the derivative?

Yan: Extrema points.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Ohh! Then after finding it, how do we determine if it’s the maximum or minimum?

Yan: …

The other end of the screen fell silent for a short while.

Could he have been driven speechless by my stupidity?

Feeling a bit guilty, Qiao Yan was just considering whether to send a meme to break the ice when a new message popped up.

Yan: Explaining it this way is too inefficient. Is it convenient to voice call?

Voice call?!

Qiao Yan’s hand shook in fright, nearly dropping the phone onto his face.

Wouldn’t that completely expose that he was a guy? Although his voice could be processed using software, it was too troublesome, and he wasn’t prepared either.

In a moment of desperation, he grabbed the remaining half cup of iced cola beside him and took a huge gulp. Jolted by the chill, he pinched his nose, altered his throat to produce a breathy pitch, and quickly held down the voice message button to release a string of muffled, airy sounds.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: “Daddy, I’m sorry… I seem to have caught a bit of a cold, so my voice sounds all raspy and unpleasant. Plus, my roommates seem to be going to sleep, so a voice call isn’t very convenient.”

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: (Cat-wrapping-blanket-tightly-and-coughing.gif)

After sending it, he quickly cleared his throat, resumed normal breathing, and anxiously awaited the reply.

Yan: Mm, then we’ll type.

Yan: When your roommates aren’t around, can we voice call?

Why does it absolutely have to be a voice call?!!!

Qiao Yan quickly exited the app interface and purchased a young girl/lolita voice changer on Taobao, ordering a cat ear outfit along with it just in case of emergencies.

When Qiao Yan saw the total amount during checkout, he felt a sharp pang of pain slice through his heart.

Glancing at Taobao’s estimated delivery date for the day after tomorrow, Qiao Yan typed out his response.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Of course! My cold should be gone by the day after tomorrow, and I can voice call with Daddy then~ (Cat-happily-wagging-tail.jpg)

Yan: Okay.

Yan: Let’s continue the lesson.

Qiao Yan let out a sigh of relief, feeling a thin layer of sweat break out on his back.

Can this old man stop giving me heart attacks out of nowhere?

Yan: What else do you not understand?

Everything.

Qiao Yan stared expressionlessly at his phone screen, feeling as though he was witnessing the ultimate disdain of a top student toward a failing student.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Boohoo, my foundation is honestly too poor. I’m sorry, Daddy (Cat-wailing-and-crying.jpg). It’s all my fault for not studying properly before…

The reply from the other side came very quickly.

Yan: It is indeed very poor.

Drop dead.

Qiao Yan made a furious face at the screen, swallowing his anger as he continued to type.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: That’s why I need Daddy to teach Little Peach even more QAQ

Yan: We’ll talk about it when you can voice call.

Yan: Typing efficiency is too low.

Exams are next week, ahhhhh.

Qiao Yan frantically tapped the “Urge Shipment” button on his Taobao order page. After clicking it, the merchant showed no reaction whatsoever, leaving Qiao Yan to resign himself to logging back into the app to reply.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Then I’ll wait until my cold is better. I will definitely contact Daddy, okay? Daddy isn’t allowed to think I’m stupid (Cat-peeking-out.jpg)

After typing this sentence, Qiao Yan suddenly experienced a massive burst of inspiration. His fingers paused on the screen for a moment before he sent his final remarks.

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: Daddy is so strict when explaining problems. If I keep failing to learn it, will Daddy keep me for tutoring the whole night?

Little Peach Bites Super Hard: A whole night is really too long. Daddy has to punish me gently, otherwise Little Peach won’t be able to bear it… (。>︿<)

Author’s Note:

Brief transition, cat outfit is loading…