Tang Hao Thinks His Daughter Tang San Is Getting Prettier... But Gangzi Is Still Steaming!

[Yu Xiaogang: What do you mean by "it just happens that I come when spring is gone"? You're slandering me!]

[Liu Erlong: That's right, Gangzi-cough, Xiao San is not that kind of person!]

[Xue Beng: 666, it's fine to fool others, just don't fool yourself.]

[Xue Beng: Let me ask you this, if Tang San and Tang Yin had to give you artificial respiration, which one would you pick?]

[Yu Xiaogang: Naturally Xiao San!]

[Xue Beng: Oh? So Grandmaster likes men...]

[Liu Erlong: ???]

[Flender: ???]

[Yu Xiaogang: That's not what I meant!]

Meanwhile.

The livestream's camera suddenly shifted from Tang San's perspective to Tang Hao's.

Holy Soul Village, blacksmith shop.

Tang Hao sat beside the anvil, clutching an empty wine flask in his hand. His face was covered in stubble and his hair was a mess. As usual, he looked like a decadent drunk.

Yet other than lacking control over his body, Tang Hao's mind was completely clear and exceptionally tense, undoubtedly feeling the unease of the script's unknown developments.

Finally, the Ink Painting Scroll before his eyes refreshed.

[Previous Script Summary: Tang San studies at Notting Academy for half a year and returns home for his first holiday.]

Suddenly, the wooden door of the blacksmith shop was pushed open.

A slender figure stood against the light at the door.

It was a young girl.

She wore a plain blue dress, a high ponytail, and wispy bangs. It was precisely Tang San, who had transformed into Tang Yin.

"Dad, I'm back."

Tang Yin spoke, her voice pure and sweet, carrying the excitement of a long-awaited reunion.

Of course, this wasn't acted out by Tang San, but rather the result of facial management and lines under the script's control.

The same went for Tang Hao.

His body out of his control, he froze upon hearing that call of "Dad."

The wine flask in his hand dropped to the ground with a loud clatter.

His gaze stared dotingly and intently at the face in the doorway...

Too much alike!

Those brows, eyes, facial contours, and even expression-they were simply too much alike!

Tang Hao wasn't entirely acting.

Because this face reminded him of far, far too many things...

Then,

Tang Yin put down her bundle, walked further into the room, and routinely picked up the wine flask from the floor. Frowning, she complained with a hint of grievance, "Dad, why are you drinking again? Didn't you say you'd drink less?"

As she spoke, she began tidying up the room.

Her movements were deft and meticulous, making her look precisely like a virtuous little wife who had managed household chores for years.

Tang Hao just sat there, staring without a word...

His gaze shifted back and forth along the hem of Tang Yin's skirt...

He watched the back of Tang Yin's figure as she bent down to sweep the floor, watched the ponytail dangling at her shoulders, and occasionally glanced at her side profile that bore such a striking resemblance...

"Ah Yin..."

Meanwhile, Tang Yin felt a sudden chill run down her spine as she swept the floor, shivering for no apparent reason.

She could sense that her old man's gaze hadn't left her for even a second since she walked through the door.

That look didn't seem like he was looking at a son, nor did it seem like he was looking at a daughter. It felt more as though he were looking through her at someone else.

Could it be her mother?

Regardless of whether it was or not, Tang San felt a prickle of unease in his heart, though his body still meticulously and diligently went about the housework under the livestream's control.

Finally, Tang Hao stood up.

He walked over to Tang Yin in a drunken stagger.

Tang San instantly grew nervous, his heart pounding wildly.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but his body was completely unresponsive to his will.

Then, Tang Hao raised his rough, calloused hand and gently rested it atop Tang Yin's head, petting her hair. Staring at her with a dazed, infatuated look, he said:

"Ah Yin, you've grown up..."

"You look more and more like your mother..."

"???"

"!!!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, every hair on Tang San's body stood on end! Goosebumps broke out all over him!

This current appearance of mine... looks like Mom?

Doesn't that mean...

A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Tang San didn't dare to think any further...

[???]

[???]

[Looks more and more like your mother???]

[Holy shit, I think I've guessed the plot!]

[Hhiss... Isn't this a bit too explosive?!]

[Wait, calm down. I don't think it's that deep; this should just be him mourning his late wife, right?]

[But look at Tang Hao's expression for yourself-does that look like he's looking at his son?]

[I'm genuinely a bit scared to watch this episode...]

[There's no such plot at all!]

[You're just scared!]

[Who the hell wouldn't be scared of this?!]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Ning Rongrong: So, this Tang Hao took Tang San-ah, no, Tang Yin-to be his wife?!]

[Yu Xiaogang:...A daughter resembling her mother is normal. People often look at objects to stir up old feelings; Your Excellency Tang Hao must simply be missing his wife.]

[Liu Erlong: That's right, it's only human nature.]

[Bibi Dong: Heh, I wouldn't be so sure.]

"Hmph, a filthy heart sees filth in everything."

Liu Erlong couldn't help cursing inwardly, yet she remained rational after all and didn't dare voice such thoughts in the livestream. After all, she represented the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; hurling insults at the Spirit Hall Pope in front of everyone would do her no good and only brew unnecessary trouble.

[Gu Xingzhou: But you all know the livestream's style. Is it really possible that they'd just let us watch these heartwarming scenarios?]

[Dai Mubai: But earlier, both male and female audiences had their views mutually censored. That shows this livestream should still have some bottom line, right?]

[Gu Xingzhou: It does have a bit, but not much.]

Just as Tang San was feeling creeped out,

the wooden door of the blacksmith shop was suddenly knocked on.

Although he didn't know who it was,

Tang San felt immensely relieved and was the first to turn and run to open the door.

Then the door opened...

And there stood a familiar flat-topped middle-aged man outside, his hands clasped behind his back, expression calm and detached, radiating an unfathomable aura. Who else could it be but Yu Xiaogang?

This sight left Tang San dumbfounded on the spot.

Immediately afterward, a line of introduction appeared above Yu Xiaogang's head.

[Guest Actor for This Episode: Yu Xiaogang]

[Ordinary Livestream Room]

[???]

[Oh my burning Gangzi!]

[Gangzi is still steaming!?]

[666, Gangzi was actually waiting for us right here!]

[Haha, I was wondering what felt missing. So it was Gangzi!]

[Indeed, if this show didn't have Gangzi, it would truly lose all its flavor!]

[Oh no, did I become a prophet? Is this really going to turn into a family of three now?]

[But how are you supposed to form a family of three out of this?]

[With Tang Hao's look in his eyes, he clearly doesn't like Gangzi; he likes Tang Yin!]

[There's completely no room for Gangzi here, unless...]

[Isn't the answer obvious?]

[???]

[Why couldn't it be that Gangzi falls in love with Tang Yin at the same time, and then Gangzi becomes Tang Hao's good son-in-law?]

[???]

[Oh my god, a love triangle!]

[Isn't this a bit too explosive?]

[How could Tang Hao possibly agree?]

[If he doesn't agree, that's easy to fix-just elope!]

[Is there anywhere in the ends of the earth you can't go???]

[Livestream, hurry it up! I want to watch this!!!]

[I'm dying of laughter, this livestream is so damn talented!!]

Meanwhile, in the Elite Livestream Room.

[Yu Xiaogang: ???]

[Yu Xiaogang: ???]

[Yu Xiaogang: !!!]