Chapter 7: The Su Family’s Daughter
How hard is it to stifle a laugh?
Depends on the setting.
At home, in a relaxed vibe, with a buddy ranting over a lost game, it’s impossible—laughter would ring louder than firecrackers.
But in a clan banquet hall, surrounded by guests, tension thick as a drawn bow, when the Luo family’s Young Master, the future heir, the Patriarch’s own son, suddenly calls the former Young Master “Father”…
Holding back laughter is the ultimate test of endurance.
Some choked on their wine, others dropped chopsticks, and a few fought to keep straight faces, cheeks flushed red.
Luo Yunlan coughed lightly, turning away, her hand subtly gripping the edge of Luo Jiutian’s sleeve.
Luo Jiutian stood still, eyebrow raised, a cryptic smile curling his lips.
He spoke slowly, voice low but clear across the hall: “Hey~”
In truth, the moment Luo Chen approached, Luo Jiutian had silently activated his Chaos Flower Eyes.
A wave of mental energy unfurled, seeping into Luo Chen’s consciousness.
In Luo Chen’s view, Luo Jiutian’s outline shifted, his aloof face morphing into Luo Changqing’s.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
Luo Chen spoke instinctively, his expression puzzled.
He couldn’t grasp why his father stared at him with that half-smiling look, making his heart uneasy.
Something felt off, but he couldn’t pinpoint what.
Until—
“Chen, what are you doing?”
A deep voice cut through from the side, breaking the strange standoff.
It didn’t come from in front of him but beside him.
Luo Chen whipped his head around, seeing the real Luo Changqing standing there, his face dark.
His mind froze, stuck in place.
Another one?
Two fathers?
A chill ran up his spine, his ears buzzing.
Then, the odd mental disturbance vanished, his consciousness clearing.
Luo Jiutian’s true form reappeared—calm expression, unchanged attire, composed demeanor.
How could he not realize who he’d just called “Father”?
[Ding! Host has successfully destabilized Child of Destiny ‘Luo Chen,’ converting destiny points…]
[Current Earth return countdown: 300 years.]
[Six months deducted. Remaining time: 299 years, 6 months.]
The system’s prompt echoed in Luo Jiutian’s mind.
His gaze didn’t waver as he lifted his teacup, sipping leisurely.
“Luo Jiutian! You tricked me!”
Luo Chen’s face flushed with rage, killing intent flaring, the floor beneath him cracking faintly.
Before he could act, Luo Changqing pressed a hand on his shoulder, transmitting: “Control yourself. Don’t disgrace the family. Stepping back isn’t losing.”
Luo Chen forcibly swallowed his anger, clenching his teeth.
He shot Luo Jiutian a venomous glare, then followed Luo Changqing back to their seats.
The guests stayed silent, faces neutral, but their looks toward Luo Chen shifted subtly.
They knew whose turf this was.
No matter how shocked, no one was foolish enough to show it.
As the crowd processed the scene, Luo Changqing raised his cup: “Everyone, this is a joyous family occasion. The banquet continues. That was just a youthful jest—pay it no mind.”
Li Yunzheng chimed in: “Right, young folks bicker. No harm done.”
Xiao Qiankun added: “Exactly, the family’s joy matters most. Us old bones are just here for the wine—don’t ruin the mood.”
Others joined in, and the atmosphere warmed.
Dishes and wine kept coming, glasses clinked, as if the earlier incident was a mere hiccup.
Then a clear announcement rang from the entrance, drawing all eyes again.
“Su family, Miss Su Wan’er has arrived—”
The hall hushed for half a breath, then the younger crowd erupted.
“Su Wan’er?”
“For real? She’s here in person?”
“I heard she rarely shows up lately. She’s actually at the Luo family’s banquet?”
For many of Tianyuan’s noble heirs, Su Wan’er was the ideal match.
High-born, immensely talented, lively, and breathtakingly beautiful—flawless.
But she’d been betrothed to the former Young Master, Luo Jiutian, leaving countless suitors disappointed.
All eyes turned to the entrance.
A petite girl stepped in.
She wore a flowing red gauze dress, its fabric light, sleeves embroidered with delicate patterns, chestnut hair softly framing her shoulders, and a sweet face that won hearts at a glance.
Su Wan’er’s arrival sparked not just surprise but questions.
Someone whispered: “Wasn’t she Luo Jiutian’s fiancée? Now that the Young Master’s changed, what about…”
Another caught on: “Right, things have shifted. The Luo family’s Young Master is Luo Chen now. So the betrothal…”
Someone else guessed quietly: “Is she here to break it off? But where’s the Su family Patriarch?”
“Doesn’t seem like it. The Su Patriarch’s cautious—would he let his daughter handle this alone?”
Speculation buzzed.
Luo Jiutian was equally baffled.
He looked at the petite figure, his brow furrowing.
Why is she here?
Per the original plot, the Su family shouldn’t appear now.
Su Wan’er was supposed to show up three days later, at the opening of the Qingyun Secret Realm.
Before that, the Su family would decline all external affairs, citing the Patriarch’s seclusion and busy household, avoiding the Luo family’s Young Master transition drama.
Yet here she was, alone, without the Patriarch or any elders.
This meant one thing.
Her presence was likely a personal act, against her family’s wishes.
[Ding! Detected: Heroine ‘Su Wan’er’ is in an abnormal state. Querying for residual simulation memories…]
[Error! Error! Due to unknown reasons, memory status cannot be confirmed.]
[Recommendation: Host must not reveal simulation details to avoid her learning the truth.]
Luo Jiutian’s temples throbbed.
He knew Su Wan’er’s temperament—if she set her mind on something, even the Su Patriarch couldn’t stop her.
But he couldn’t fathom her purpose here.
It didn’t end there. Luo Yunlan, beside him, froze.
“Su Wan’er?” she repeated softly.
Was there such a person in the Su family?
She scoured her memories from her past life and found no match.
The Su family was one of the four great clans. As the Luo family’s eldest daughter, she couldn’t have missed their heiress.
Wait—if Su Wan’er didn’t exist… who was Xiaotian betrothed to?
Hold on… betrothal?
Since when did Xiaotian have a betrothal?
“Ugh…”
Luo Yunlan let out a muffled groan, swaying slightly.
Luo Jiutian quickly steadied her shoulder: “You okay?”
She shook her head, her face pale.
Luo Jiutian’s heart sank.
He’d overlooked a fundamental issue—
In the system’s simulated worlds, each scenario had only one heroine, resetting after each success.
That’s why he’d dared to use the ‘death escape.’
As long as they never met, they’d never know he existed in multiple stories.
But now, against all odds, two heroines—Luo Yunlan and Su Wan’er—had met in the same place.
Luo Jiutian sat there, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
What now?
Help, urgent.