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The nuisance daughter chased by Mr. black sheep

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"Honey." "Don’t you dare." "Darling." "Get lost." "Sweetheart." His head spun, but the grin on his face stayed as foolishly fond as ever. "Light of my life." She slammed the door in his face. A moment later, it creaked open just enough for one glaring eye to peek through. "What do you want now?" He leaned casually against the doorframe, a ridiculous bouquet of dandelions—yes, weeds—held behind his back. "To bask in your presence," he said with all the sincerity of a court jester. She narrowed her eyes. "I’m holding a frying pan." "Romantic weapon of choice," he quipped. "Mine’s sarcasm. Together, we’re unstoppable." She opened the door fully, arms crossed, foot tapping. "You’re insufferable." "You’re radiant." "You’re delusional." "You’re breathtaking." "You’re—" she paused, exasperated. "—getting on my last nerve." He stepped closer, completely unfazed. "Ah, but if I’m on your nerves, at least I’m in your system." She blinked. Once. Twice. Then turned and walked away. He followed. Never mind. "What a cute nuisance!" He thought. ____________________________________________________ "A nuisance daughter and a black sheep son. A match made in heaven!" Lina Tang, who never seem to get anything right, just wanted to live a silent, unbothered life. She is dumb, her parents seem to love her more. She causes trouble, her parents bring her gifts. She breaks things, her parents shower her with celebration! She is the daughter no one wants to have, yet her parents seems to pamper her more! "Like parents, like daughter. Fool genes." They thought. Everyone thought. But what everyone believed to be common knowledge doesn’t seem to faze the genius at all. The reigning champion of the racing world can’t stop hovering around the so-called nuisance and calls her sister. A world-renowned piano grandmaster insists on adopting her and calls her granddaughter. The elite genius academy—famous for rejecting anyone below perfect—suddenly bends over backward to win her favor and calls her master. Even the nation’s most sought-after director wants her as the lead in his next blockbuster and calls her his muse. However, no one dares to approach her directly EXCEPT ROYCE MO! Royce Mo, the black sheep of the prestigious Mo family— dumb, sharp-tongued, and utterly disinterested in living up to his clan’s scholarly legacy. Rumored to be living in a secluded rogue life suddenly became the center of attention for what? For chasing, clinging and pampering the nuisance daughter continuously. As each layer of her facade crumbles, it’s gently replaced by his unwavering love, quiet support, and unexpected tenderness. After all, when a walking disaster meets a defiant genius, what could possibly go wrong? Or rather… what couldn’t?
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Chapter 1 - Celebration!

The Tang Mansion.

Red lanterns hung every corner, red roses arranged in every hallway, a banner in golden hung in the stage board, " Congratulations to our daughter, Lina Tang, for her outstanding achievement!"

The mansion was rarely so lively. The banquet table overflowed with luxurious dishes. The desert table never seem to get empty. Drinks were served continuously. Everyone clinked glasses. Sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air.

"Did she really do that?"

"What? You still don't want to believe!"

"Just as her name goes, Calamity queen."

"Did I hear that right? She shut down a game bar?"

"I thought she just tripped over a chair last week and accidentally broke a city councilor's nose."

"Was that… counted as an achievement now?"

"Are the Tangs really blind to see that?"

"Shh. Keep your mouth shut and enjoy the food. Madam Tang is here."

A round of applause erupted and cheered as the light focused on today's guest of honor, Lina Tang.

At the center of it all, she stood awkwardly in the middle of the stage wearing a floral funnel dress shoved by her mother at the last minute. Her hair half undone, loose strands falling over her shoulder yet her striking beauty effortlessly drew away the attention away from the disarray. She blinked at the guests present, unsure whether to smile or free.

Her mother walked up to the stage. 

Clink! Clink!

She tapped a spoon against her champagne glass drawing all the attention. Cleared her throat and spoke in a proud elegant voice.

"This is my daughter, Lina Tang. The hero who revealed the illegal activity of that popular game bar. Let us all celebrate the outstanding achievement of our daughter and..."

"Mom, stop. It was not me. It was the police." Lina interrupted her mother. Probably too embarrassed to be celebrated for causing trouble.

"I know. You are too humble. But don't worry, your mom is here and nothing will go unnoticed." Her mother said assuring it was fine. 

Madam Tang offered a courteous smile to everyone and urged everyone to eat and drink at their heart's content.

Lina slipped away from the stage. From the party. 

With a plate full of crispy fried shrimp and filled donuts on one hand and a glass of champagne in another, she headed towards the backyard of the mansion.

She set the plate and glass down on the edge of the pool, slipped off her heels and tossed them aside. Then, dipping her legs into the water, she began to eat.

Away from the noises. In the silence. Lost in her own thoughts.

That's where she belongs. She wants to belong.

She never wanted anything. Just wanted to see a smile on her parents' face. Always.

In the shadows stood a figure dressed in black, his posture relaxed yet deliberate. One hand buried in his pocket, another swirling the champagne glass. Leaning against a pillar, he remained still, almost like a part of the architecture, eyes fixed at the slender figure at the poolside.

There, the girl, legs half dipped into the water, who had moments earlier appeared shy and innocent. A sheltered kid untouched of all the rain and wind around the world now seemed completely different. Innocence nowhere to be seen. Rather calm and composed and an aura colder than the winter cold. 

Untouchable. Unapproachable. Someone who had seen too much, felt too little and someone not to be mess with.

'She hides it well.' He thought.

"Master, they are waiting for you." A voice sounded from behind, breaking the mood. His living reminder. 

He nodded, lingered for a moment, then turned toward the exit, his silent shadow following behind him closely.

Seemingly aware, Lina Tang glanced at the pillar. She looked at the empty space briefly then focused on eating.

Her only weakness. The filled macaroons!

Ding!

A notification popped up on her phone.

She tapped it open.

"Fifth, I'm really sorry! I swear I'll be extra careful next time. You won't be dragged in or exposed, promise! Please, let it go this time."

A begging voice chirped through the speaker.

"Rule is rule." She typed back.

A series of begging emoji appeared on the chat screen but she no longer cared.

"Lina. There you are." Another figure appeared by her side.

Nora Xu. Her Friend. Her childhood friend. The only one who does not consider her a troublemaker.

"You know. My parents. So embarrassing." Lina replied. Her tone gentle. Back to being the naïve child.

"They adore you, Lina. You are lucky." Nora's voice carried a tinge of jealousy. But only for a short while. Soon it was replaced with admiration.

"I am lucky to have you by my side." Lina said softly revealing a delicate smile.

"Silly." Nora gently nudged her head into the former's shoulder.

The champagne must have clouded their heads.

The celebration ended before midnight. 

"Be safe on the way, Uncle Xu." Butler Xu bowed at Lina before settling into the driver's seat and took off. 

Lina headed to her room after sending Nora home. 

The lively mansion seem to have quietened down now. Exactly the way she likes it.

She dragged herself towards her room on the second floor.

She was tired. Very tired. Half of her strength was already drained in the daytime exposing the gambling den under that game bar. 

The rest was drained in the party. 

'No more trouble for this year.' She swore.

Finally, her bed came into her sight. She could not be bothered changing out of her clothes, removing her makeup and blah! Blah! Blah!

She threw herself into the bed. Under the moonlight spilling through her slightly opened window, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Another day awaited.

Another uncertainty.

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At dawn, she jolted awake. 

Not from a sound or movement but from within.

A reflex born of habit. A long term habit deeply itched into her consciousness.

It had been a year since she had arrived in this world yet her sleeping habits never seem to have changed.

Too many things to do. Too many lives to be saved.

She can not delay.

Soon after, she stepped into her truest self.

Clad in a sleek black assassin's cloth, her weapon resting at her hip, she leapt from the balcony—vanishing into the night, leaving the slumbering Tang family.