"Youāre still talking about it? You knew he was going to trick me and you didnāt speak up for me," Han Yan rolled her eyes. "What kind of father tricks his own daughter like this?"
"Itās said that jade must be carved to form a tool. These past few days, Iāve heard quite a few of your glorious deeds. I really wanted to see, just how capable my precious daughter is," Mu Ruiāan 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 Lordās family, hahaha..." Mu Ruiāan added insult to injury with his teasing words.
Listening to Mu Ruiāanās teasing yet affectionate laughter, Han Yanās face was the epitome of embarrassment. Suddenly, Han Yan thought of something and asked, "Dad, you didnāt come up with that nickname, did you?"
"Congratulations, you got it right!" Mu Ruiāan roared with laughter, then shrugged his shoulders with a rascally expression, "But sorry, thereās no reward."
Han Yanās 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 didnāt expect the metaphorical slap to the face to come so quickly! The one who gave her that nickname was her own dear dad!
She couldnāt 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 Ruiāan and said in a powerless tone.
"What is it?" Mu Ruiāan 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 werenāt, I wouldnāt tease you like this," Mu Ruiāan said proudly, puffing out his chest.
Han Yanās inner sorrow almost turned into a river of tears as she complained, "Donāt you care about your daughterās reputation at all?"
"Do you even have a reputation left?" Mu Ruiāan asked very seriously, then couldnāt help but burst into laughter again.
"Forget it, Iām not talking to you anymore. Iām 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 wonāt worry," Mu Ruiāan quickly contained his laughter and called out to Han Yan.
"I wonāt tell you, you can guess," Han Yan said petulantly.
"Tell your dad. Even if Iām not worried, your mom will be," Mu Ruiāan 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 Ruiāan 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, letās see if you can still manage to laugh," Mu Ruiāan finally snapped back to his senses, muttering to himself with a smug look, and he even hummed a few cheerful tunes.