Chapter 3 — When Fiction Becomes Truth

At first, Su Nuanuan was shocked.

Then angry.

But very quickly… she forced herself to calm down.

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“Maybe I’m overthinking,” she muttered.

“Maybe it was just some random kid… calling anyone ‘Dad’.”

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But the more she tried to convince herself…

The more uneasy she felt.

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Her mother’s health had always been weak.

If her father really had a child outside…

That would destroy everything.

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She didn’t dare think further.

Grabbing her car keys, she rushed out of the house.

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The Su family company wasn’t far.

Only ten minutes away.

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When she arrived, her father—Victor Su—was still in a meeting.

So she waited in his office.

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The air conditioning was on.

But her back was covered in cold sweat.

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She sat curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the family photo on the desk.

In the picture, she was still a child.

Smiling brightly in her father’s arms.

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Tears slowly filled her eyes.

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She couldn’t believe it.

Her father had always loved her mother deeply.

He had always been gentle, kind, and caring.

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Could all of that… be fake?

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The office door suddenly opened.

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“Nuanuan?”

A warm, familiar voice sounded.

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She looked up.

Victor Su stood at the door, tall and composed.

The moment he saw her tearful face, his expression changed instantly.

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“What happened?” he asked softly, walking over quickly.

“Who made you cry?”

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Hearing his voice…

All her emotions broke at once.

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“Dad…”

Her tears fell uncontrollably.

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Victor Su’s brows tightened in worry.

“You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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Su Nuanuan took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Then she asked,

“Did you go to Old Master Du’s birthday banquet last night?”

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“Yes,” he nodded, confused.

“Why?”

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“You went alone?” she asked carefully.

“You didn’t bring… anyone else?”

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Victor Su frowned.

“Of course I went alone.”

“Who told you otherwise?”

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His answer was firm.

Without hesitation.

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Su Nuanuan felt slightly relieved.

But she didn’t stop.

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“Did you go outside to smoke?” she asked.

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Victor Su paused for a second.

Then gave a small, awkward smile.

“…Yes.”

“But don’t worry, I didn’t bring the smell home.”

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Su Nuanuan nodded slowly.

Then asked the final question—

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“Was there a little boy…”

“About five or six years old…”

“Calling you ‘Dad’?”

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Victor Hale froze.

Then immediately shook his head.

“No.”

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His answer came too fast.

Too clean.

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Su Nuanuan stared at him.

Her voice softened, but her eyes sharpened.

“A boy in a yellow jacket… with a dandelion pattern.”

“You really don’t remember?”

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This time—

Victor Su’s face changed.

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The color drained from his face.

His lips trembled slightly.

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That reaction…

Was enough.

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Su Nuanuan’s heart dropped.

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It was real.

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Her father… was hiding something.

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Before she could speak again—

Victor Su’s expression suddenly turned serious.

“Who told you this?” he demanded.

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His voice was louder than before.

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Su Nuanuan froze.

In all her life…

He had never spoken to her like that.

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Anger rose in her chest.

Mixed with hurt.

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“Who is that boy?” she asked, her eyes turning red.

“Why did he call you ‘Dad’?”

“Tell me!”

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Victor Su grabbed her shoulders.

His hands were trembling.

“Nuanuan… don’t ask that.”

“Just tell me where you heard it.”

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His reaction only made things worse.

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Su Nuanuan let out a bitter laugh.

“No need to hide it.”

“It’s already online.”

“Everyone can see it.”

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“Online?” Victor Su’s expression darkened.

“Where?”

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His mind raced.

Has someone dug into his past?

Was this a business attack?

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But something didn’t add up.

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Last night, when he smoked…

No one was around.

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Then how did someone see it?

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He looked at his daughter.

Her eyes were full of doubt.

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His heart tightened.

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He took a deep breath and said gently,

“It’s not what you think.”

“Show it to me first.”

“I’ll explain everything. Okay?”

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Su Nuanuan hesitated.

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Her anger slowly cooled.

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Maybe…

She really misunderstood.

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She couldn’t just believe someone’s words blindly.

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Taking out her phone, she opened the post.

Then handed it to him.

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“Read this.”

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Victor Su took the phone.

At first, he read casually.

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The story about the Qin family.

The real and fake daughters.

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He frowned slightly.

But didn’t care much.

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Until—

He reached the final part.

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His expression froze.

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The phone trembled in his hand.

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Then—

Something broke.

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The calm, powerful businessman suddenly covered his face…

And cried.

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Su Nuanuan was stunned.

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She had never seen her father like this.

Never.

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“Dad…?”

She rushed forward, panicking.

“What’s wrong?”

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Victor Su cried silently for a long time.

As if something buried deep in his heart had been torn open.

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Finally, he looked up.

His voice was hoarse.

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“The person who wrote this…”

“Is she… the Qin family’s real daughter?”

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“…Probably,” Su Nuanuan nodded.

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Victor Su’s eyes darkened with emotion.

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“I need to meet her.”

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At the same time…

Back at the Qin family villa.

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Qin Yuan lay on the sofa, scrolling through his phone impatiently.

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“Why hasn’t she posted the comment yet?”

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He opened the group chat again.

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[@Su Nuanuan What are you doing? My comment is already approved. Why aren’t you posting?]

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[Qian Kun: Relax. Maybe she’s busy.]

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[Qin Yuan: Busy with what?]

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Just as he sent that—

A private message popped up.

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[Su Nuanuan: Qin Yuan… was that post written by Qin Yue?]

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Qin Yuan frowned.

[Qin Yuan: Why? Scared now?]

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There was a pause.

Then—

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[Su Nuanuan: My dad read it.]

[Su Nuanuan: He wants to meet Qin Yue.]

[Su Nuanuan: Is she home? We’re coming now.]

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Qin Yuan: “……???”

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His brain froze.

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Wait.

What?

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He suddenly remembered the last part of the chapter.

That scene near the flower bed.

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At first, he thought Qin Yue just made it up for drama.

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But now…

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“She actually caused trouble?!”

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Qin Yuan shot up from the sofa.

His face full of disbelief.

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“How is that even possible?!”

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She just wrote a random story…

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So why did it feel like—

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Everything she wrote…

Was real? 🔥

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