After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 15

“That’s an ad my daughter starred in. How could the product she endorses be anything less than perfect?”

Father Fang blurted out everything on his mind in one go.

Seeing the amused glint in Fang Qingying’s eyes, Father Fang belatedly remembered that he was still supposed to be angry and shouldn’t be giving this brat a pleasant look.

Immediately, he put on a stern face again and said to Fang Qingying, “You didn’t hear anything just now. Your dad is still mad at you!”

Beside them, Mother Fang wore an expression of utter familiarity with the scene. She pulled Fang Qingying to sit next to her, holding her hand as she said, “My precious daughter, you’ve lost so much weight. Work must be really tough outside, huh?”

Fang Qingying shook her head. “Mom, celebrities have to watch their image. I think my current weight is just right not too thin at all.”

At 168 cm tall and weighing around 45 kg, she was already on the lighter side. Some female celebrities took it to extremes, weighing as little as 42 kg, embodying the so-called “bony beauty” aesthetic.

“For someone 168 cm, the ideal weight is 50 kg. Eat more,” Father Fang interjected from the other side, casting a sidelong glance at her before adding in a firm tone, “Our family isn’t short on money. Why would you torture yourself for a few measly bucks?”

While a few million might seem like a fortune to an average family, to the Fangs especially a family in the real estate business, it was practically pocket change.

“Dad, I know!” Fang Qingying clung to Mother Fang’s arm and nodded obediently at Father Fang. “I’ll be staying home for a few days, so I’ll have to trouble you to fatten me up a bit.”

Hearing this, Father Fang maintained his stoic expression, but the happiness in his voice was unmistakable.

“Since when has this house ever starved you?” he huffed, pulling out a black, gold-trimmed card from his pocket and placing it on the table. “Here, to settle your nerves.”

A card like this held at least a couple million, yet Father Fang had tossed it onto the table with zero fanfare.

If the black card had a soul, it would’ve wept at the lack of respect.

Without hesitation, Fang Qingying pocketed the card and beamed. “Thank you, dearest Dad~”

Father Fang snorted, as if disdainful of her fawning behavior.

And yet? His gaze kept drifting to where Fang Qingying was holding Mother Fang’s arm, silently accusing his daughter of being all talk and no action never taking the initiative to hug him.

As the person who knew Father Fang best, Mother Fang took one look at him and immediately understood what was going through his mind.

She patted Fang Qingying’s hand and said, “Sweetheart, what would you like to eat today? Mom will cook for you.”

Fang Qingying let go and sat primly in her chair, smiling at Mother Fang. “Anything you make, Mom, I’ll love it~”

“Alright, then today you’re having stir-fried carrots,” Mother Fang declared cheerfully, thoroughly enjoying the way Fang Qingying’s face instantly fell.

“Mom, I don’t like carrots,” Fang Qingying whined, tugging at Mother Fang’s sleeve and pouting. “Mom, you’re the best, the absolute best in the whole world! The most beautiful woman ever!”

Without hesitation, Fang Qingying smoothly switched into flattery mode, showering her mother with compliments that made her beam with joy. Fang’s father watched the mother-daughter interaction helplessly but happily.

Seeing that it was about time, Mother Fang cheerfully headed toward the kitchen.

Father Fang wiped the smile from his face and said sternly to Fang Qingying, “Come with me to the study.”

The Fang family had a small rule: only matters deemed “serious” warranted a trip to the sacred space of the study.

Fang Qingying stuck out her pink tongue playfully and followed her father with an irreverent air.

Even the original owner of this body had only entered the family study once in her entire life back when she had stubbornly insisted on pursuing a career in the entertainment industry.

Once seated behind the desk, Father Fang seemed to transform instantly, exuding an intimidating aura like a ruler surveying his domain.

If Father Fang had been the type whose arrogance was obvious at first glance, the family fortune would have been swallowed up long ago, certainly not allowing him to rise as the wealthiest man in H City.

“Dad,” Fang Qingying called cautiously, closing the door softly and stealing a glance at his darkened expression.

“Kneel,” Father Fang commanded bluntly.

Fang Qingying didn’t even think of resisting. She dropped to her knees without hesitation, making no effort to cushion the impact.

The sound of her knees hitting the floor tugged at Father Fang’s heart.

His precious daughter had never done anything like this before.

But if he didn’t reprimand her properly today, what if she pulled another stunt like wrist-cutting? How could he and her mother, already halfway to the grave, bear such a shock again?

The original owner was 22, while her brother and Shen Lixie were both 27.

Her parents were around fifty, an age where they shouldn’t have to endure such sudden, devastating news. Another blow like this might send them both to their graves.

Suppressing the urge to help Fang Qingying up, Father Fang turned his head away and demanded, “Do you know what you did wrong?”

“I was wrong for making my parents worry and fear for me. I was wrong for acting recklessly and nearly causing an irreversible tragedy.” Fang Qingying bowed her head, repeating the original owner’s mistakes word for word.

She could empathize with them with everything.

“If you want to enter the entertainment industry, we can’t stop you, and we won’t now. But tell me honestly, who are you doing this for?”

Father Fang’s voice was heavy with exhaustion. Fang Qingying’s sudden rebelliousness had worn him out, but more than that, he feared she had been led astray by someone.

Such was the way of parents, their words often carried the weight of their deepest concerns.

They worried, they cared, yet sometimes the words they spoke inflicted deeper wounds than anyone else’s.

Fang Qingying pressed her lips together. How could she admit that the original owner’s goal had been Yun Yifan? Besides, she wasn’t the original owner, she had no reason to confess.

Her silence only made Father Fang think she was stubbornly refusing to reveal the truth. His expression turned colder as he pressed, “Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Dad, I—” Fang Qingying looked up, seeing the intensity in his eyes, and blurted out without thinking, “I’m doing this for Gu Shengxiao.”

Upon hearing this, Father Fang froze for three seconds before tentatively asking Fang Qingying.

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