Becoming a life winner from infancy

Chapter 161 144 Paper Airplane Battle

Xia Anyang, brimming with confidence, had resolved to replace You You as the shining figure in his daughter's heart, and his formidable paper-folding skills were going to be his breakthrough in defeating Fang You.

Honestly, the hobby of paper-folding, especially paper airplanes, wasn't as popular with kids anymore, given the sheer variety of playthings available.

But having heard from Xia Nuo that You You was quite talented in folding paper airplanes, Xia Anyang couldn't just pretend he hadn't heard!

Contemplating on it, he as a father would step into the arena and defeat her long-admired friend in front of his daughter.

Although it had nothing to do with being a great dad and actually seemed a bit cruel.

But just imagining that scene—the one where his daughter says to Fang You, "You You, you're so weak."

The scene where his daughter hugs his leg and taunts Fang You, saying, "My daddy is way better than you," was simply...

A blissful experience that surpassed earning a million!

For Xia Anyang, receiving his daughter's praise that he was stronger than You You was indeed a hundred times more challenging than earning a million.

"Daddy, daddy, aren't you done yet? You You folds paper airplanes much faster than you! We should be leaving!"

"Almost done, almost done... Don't be so impatient, girls should be more composed," he said.

Reflecting on the glory days took a little bit of time.

They say a daughter is her father's little padded jacket, and Xia Anyang had indeed felt his daughter's warmth in the past.

But that warmth was only in times when Fang You didn't exist.

And those times, unfortunately, were very short-lived.

As a child, his daughter couldn't run around wherever she wanted, and now that she was grown, she needed to be independent and play with friends, not sticking with dad anymore.

Nuo Nuo was good in every way, adorable and genuinely beautiful to the point where he worried she'd attract attention walking down the street.

The only problem was that she couldn't let go of her best friend, born on the same year, month, and day.

"Dad isn't saying you can't play with friends, right? But the most important man in your life should be your dad, and yet I can never sense that I'm the number one in Nuo Nuo's heart."

The kind that powers electricity and the internet.

But his dad insisted on joining the fun; what a nuisance...

When the two families met, Xia Nuo and Ling Nai both crowded around Fang You, linking arms with him and whispering in eager conversation, prompting Fang You to reluctantly pull his hands out of his pockets.

You little...

Xia Anyang couldn't bother to critique Fang You anymore; his gaze shifted to Fang Guanghui.

"You're going with You You?"

"What do you mean going with You You? Shouldn't it be taking You You with me?"

"I heard you're going to fly paper airplanes, and I had some free time today, so I made some at home too," Fang Guanghui said, beaming. "Actually, between you and me, I've always loved folding paper airplanes since I was a kid. I want to show my son what an amazing paper airplane his dad could make."

"Really? Uncle Fang, are you also good at folding paper airplanes?"

Xia Nuo said, "No wonder You You is so good at it; it must be all your teaching!"

"Hahaha, I haven't taught him yet; I've only recently found out he likes playing with paper airplanes," Fang Guanghui scratched his head. "But playing with paper airplanes is something our generation did better. If he hasn't seen dad's skills, that would be too regrettable."

Tch...

That Fang Guanghui, never proactive in children's play, suddenly became faster than a rabbit when it was something he could play too!

Xia Anyang was somewhat speechless about this father.

But in fact, he felt a twinge of wariness towards Fang Guanghui.

Because, Xia Anyang had actually lied to his wife and daughter.

His claim of being the Emperor of Planes was a complete fabrication!

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There was no such lousy title as Emperor of Planes—it was all just bluster!