If Ye Sang had known how badly her life was written, she might have cried a little louder the day she realized the truth. In the story she found herself trapped in, her five fathers weren’t misunderstood antiheroes or tragic figures walking a thin line—they were full-fledged villains, the kind history never forgives. Powerful, ruthless, and destined to be wiped out one by one by the male lead, they all shared the same ending: death, disgrace, and total annihilation. And Ye Sang? She was the little side character who wouldn’t survive the fallout.
Naturally, she refused to accept that outcome.
If the plot insisted on destroying her five daddies, then she’d simply have to rewrite their futures with her own two hands—or, more accurately, by clinging to them as tightly as possible. If hugging thighs was what it took to keep them alive, then so be it. Ye Sang had no intention of becoming collateral damage.
Her fathers were monsters in their own fields. The first was a giant of the business world, someone who could casually decide the rise or fall of entire families over breakfast. When he said, “The weather’s getting cold, it’s time for the Duan family to go bankrupt,” people listened—and trembled. The second was a calculating genius, frighteningly intelligent and always smiling as if the world itself were a puzzle meant to be dismantled. “I’ll deal with that Duan guy today,” he’d say lightly, already plotting consequences no one else could see.
The third was a miracle-working medical genius who carried memories of another life, his resentment sharp and unresolved. “I’ve reincarnated,” he muttered, eyes cold, “and this time, I’ll make him pay.” The fourth dominated the esports scene like a living legend, and the fifth ruled the entertainment industry, an acting god whose every move could stir public opinion. When those two clashed, even insiders didn’t dare interfere. “Only one of us is standing today,” they’d say, half-serious, half-amused.
Any one of them could cover City A with a single hand. Together, they were a storm waiting to happen.
And then there was Ye Sang.
Small, soft-spoken, and constantly hungry, she silently wrapped her arms around one of their legs and looked up with watery eyes. “Daddy… Sangsang’s hungry.”
That was all it took.
Every plan for revenge, every carefully laid scheme, every ruthless move came to a screeching halt. The villains who had been moments away from shaking City A to its core suddenly forgot why they were angry in the first place. Bankrupt the Duan family? Teach someone a lesson? Rewrite fate itself? …Later. Right now, their daughter needed to eat.
From that day on, City A witnessed something no one could explain. These infamous figures—men who had never shown mercy—were now rushing home on time, arguing over who would cook, who would help with homework, and who had spoiled Ye Sang too much that day. Meetings were postponed. Feuds were delayed. Enemies were left hanging.
Everyone soon learned one universal truth: these five villains feared nothing in the world—except their daughter crying.
The sight was unsettling. Boardroom tyrants holding tiny hands. Cold geniuses crouching down to coax a smile. Legends lowering their voices because Ye Sang was sleeping. People who saw it couldn’t help but question reality itself. Why did this feel so wrong… and yet strangely natural?
Of course, fate didn’t give up so easily.
None of the five ever expected that the greatest threat wouldn’t come from an enemy or a rival clan—but from the Duan family’s little wolf. Duan Jinyan appeared quietly, sharp-eyed and possessive in a way that set off every alarm bell. By the time they noticed, Ye Sang was already being pulled away, piece by piece.
Duan Jinyan wrapped his arms around her and smiled, voice low and unapologetic. “Why are you running?” he asked. “Call me brother, Sangsang. Everything I have will be yours.”
Somewhere in City A, five villains felt a chill they hadn’t felt in years.
And Ye Sang’s future—once doomed—suddenly became far more complicated than any of them had planned.
