Chapter 7: The Su Family’s Daughter

How hard is it to hold back laughter?

That depends on the occasion.

At home, when the atmosphere is relaxed, and a brother who just lost a game still insists on pretending he played flawlessly—well, then it’s impossible.

The laughter bursts out louder than firecrackers.

But in the clan banquet hall, with guests from all sides watching and the air thick with tension—
hearing the young master of the Luo family, heir apparent, the son of the current clan head, suddenly call the former young master “Dad”?

Not laughing in that moment was the ultimate test of endurance.

Someone choked on their wine.

Someone dropped their chopsticks.

Someone else strained so hard to hold back their expression that their face turned red.

Luo Yunlan coughed lightly, turned her head aside, and quietly pinched Luo Jiutian’s sleeve.

Luo Jiutian, however, stood unmoving.

His brows lifted ever so slightly, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

He spoke unhurriedly, his voice low, yet carrying clear across the hall:

“Eh~”

The truth was, the moment Luo Chen approached, Luo Jiutian had already activated the Chaotic Flower Pupil.

His spiritual power spread through his gaze, seeping into Luo Chen’s sea of consciousness.

From Luo Chen’s perspective, the contours of Luo Jiutian’s face subtly shifted.

That cool and indifferent visage slowly overlapped with the features of Luo Changqing.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

Luo Chen blurted instinctively, his expression puzzled.

He didn’t understand why his father was looking at him with that half-smile, a gaze so unsettling it made his heart tremble.

Something felt off, yet he couldn’t say what it was.

Until—

“Chen, what are you doing?”

A deep voice suddenly rang out from the side, shattering the eerie stalemate.

It didn’t come from in front of him, but from his flank.

Luo Chen jerked his head around—
only to see the real Luo Changqing standing right beside him, his face dark.

His mind crashed.
He froze on the spot.

Another one?

Two dads?

A chill surged up his spine, his ears buzzing.

Just then, that strange mental disturbance abruptly dissipated.

His sea of consciousness cleared, and Luo Jiutian’s true figure reappeared before his eyes—

calm expression, unchanged attire, composed bearing.

Only now did Luo Chen realize whom he had just called “Dad.”

[ Ding! Host successfully caused the Child of Destiny ‘Luo Chen’ to break composure.
Luck value converting automatically… ]

[ Current countdown to Blue Star’s return: 300 years. ]

[ 6 months deducted. Remaining: 299 years, 6 months. ]

The system’s notification rang out in Luo Jiutian’s mind.

His gaze didn’t flicker.
He lifted his teacup and took a slow sip.

“Luo Jiutian! You dare toy with me!”

Luo Chen erupted, face flushed, killing intent surging.

Cracks spidered across the floor beneath his feet.

But before he could strike, Luo Changqing pressed a palm onto his shoulder and sent a voice transmission:

“Control yourself. Don’t disgrace the family. Stepping back does not mean defeat.”

At those words, Luo Chen forcibly swallowed his raging fury, his teeth grinding.

He shot Luo Jiutian a venomous glare, then turned and followed Luo Changqing back to his seat.

The guests maintained a tacit silence.

Their expressions remained composed, but the way they looked at Luo Chen had already shifted.

Yet everyone understood whose territory this was.

No matter their shock, no one was foolish enough to show it openly.

While the crowd was still digesting what had just happened, Luo Changqing raised his cup and stood:

“Everyone, today is a family celebration. The banquet is far from over. Just now was nothing but a youngsters’ jest. Please, don’t take it to heart.”

The moment he finished, Li Yunzhen immediately chimed in:

“Indeed, indeed. Young people bicker a bit, no harm done.”

Xiao Qiankun followed with a laugh:

“That’s right. A family’s joy is what matters most. We old bones are just here for the wine. Let’s not spoil the mood.”

Others echoed in agreement, and the atmosphere quickly warmed again.

Dishes and wine kept coming.

Glasses clinked, laughter rose.

It was as if the earlier storm had been no more than a passing ripple.

Until—

A clear announcement rang from the doorway, instantly drawing all eyes:

“The Su family’s young lady, Miss Su Wan’er, has arrived—”

The hall fell silent for half a beat.

Then the younger generation’s section exploded.

“What? Su Wan’er?”

“No way—she actually came in person?”

“I heard she’s rarely shown herself in public lately. Why would she suddenly appear at the Luo family’s banquet?”

To many of the noble youths of Tianyuan, Su Wan’er was the ideal partner.

Noble birth.

Extraordinary talent.

Lively personality.

A beauty beyond compare.

Flawless in every respect.

But alas—such a perfect girl had long since been betrothed to the Luo family’s former young master, Luo Jiutian, leaving countless admirers sighing in regret.

All eyes turned toward the entrance.

There she was— a petite girl stepping gracefully into the hall.

She wore a flowing crimson gauze dress, its fabric light and airy, embroidered cuffs shimmering with fine patterns.

Her chestnut hair, cut to her shoulders, puffed slightly outward.

And her sweet face—just one glance was enough to stir fondness.

Su Wan’er’s appearance brought not only surprise, but also a flood of questions.

Someone whispered in the crowd:

“Wait… wasn’t she engaged to Luo Jiutian? But now the young master has changed. So then…”

A youth beside him suddenly understood.

Right.

The Luo family’s young master was no longer Luo Jiutian, but Luo Chen.

What about the engagement?

Another voice lowered in speculation:

“Could she be here to break off the engagement? But I don’t see the Su family’s patriarch with her.”

“That doesn’t make sense. The Su patriarch is cautious. He wouldn’t let his daughter handle something like this alone.”

Murmurs spread like wildfire.

And among the most baffled was none other than Luo Jiutian himself.

He frowned slightly at the petite figure.

Why is she here?

According to the original timeline, the Su family shouldn’t appear now.

Su Wan’er was supposed to emerge three days later, when the Azure Cloud Secret Realm opened.

Before then, the Su family would decline all external matters with the excuse of the patriarch’s closed-door cultivation—deliberately avoiding the Luo family’s messy transition of power.

Yet here she was.

Alone.

Without her patriarch.

Without any elder escort.

Which meant only one thing— her presence was most likely a private act, against her family’s will.

[ Ding! Detected anomaly in heroine ‘Su Wan’er’s’ state.
Attempting to verify simulated memory residue… ]

[ Error! Error! Unknown cause. Cannot confirm her memory status. ]

[ Recommendation: Host must not expose the matter of simulation, lest she learn the truth. ]

Luo Jiutian’s temples throbbed.

He knew Su Wan’er too well.
If she was determined to do something, not even the Su patriarch could stop her so easily.

But what in the world was her purpose here?

And that wasn’t the end of it.

Beside him, Luo Yunlan was also stunned.

“Su Wan’er?” she murmured under her breath.

Did the Su family even have such a person?

She scoured her memories from her previous life, but not once did that name appear.

The Su family was one of the four great houses.
As the Luo family’s eldest daughter, there was no way she wouldn’t have heard of the Su family’s young lady.

Unless… Su Wan’er never existed at all.

Then whose daughter had Jiutian been betrothed to?

Wait—betrothed?

Since when did her little brother have a marriage contract?

“Ugh…”

Luo Yunlan let out a pained groan, her body swaying.

Luo Jiutian quickly steadied her. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head, though her face was pale.

His heart sank.

Not good.

Only now did Luo Jiutian realize he had overlooked something fundamental—

In the system’s simulated worlds, each scenario had only one heroine. Once conquered, the world reset.

That was why he had dared to fake his death.

As long as they never met, they would never know he existed in multiple stories at once.

But fate had turned against him.

Now two heroines—Luo Yunlan and Su Wan’er—had appeared in the same place, at the same time.

Sitting at the banquet table, Luo Jiutian felt cold sweat bead on his forehead.

What do I do?

Need answers. Fast.