Reborn as a high school freshman with an awakened system, a fat boy transforms into a male god.

"Wantang is still young and doesn't understand," which translates to "Your daughter is immature, don't take it to heart." This isn't meant to mediate a fight; it's a veiled message to Su Yuan that "you're not wrong, she is."

Su Yuan was even angrier: "Ignorant? Is she ignorant? She's been instigated!"

"Dad." Su Wantang's voice suddenly rose, so loud that the entire living room fell silent.

Su Yuan was stunned.

Zhao Yumei was also stunned.

Su Wantang had never spoken in such a loud voice before. In this family, she was always soft-spoken, always kept her head down and remained silent, and was always the "sensible" child.

Her eyes were red as she looked at her father.

"It's not that I'm immature. I'm too mature. I was only fourteen when Mom passed away. You said, 'Wantang, you have to be mature, Dad has had a hard life,' and I was mature. You told me not to cry, so I didn't cry. You told me not to make a fuss, so I didn't make a fuss. You married someone else, and I said okay. You told me to live alone in the old house, and I said okay. You told me to sell Mom's house, and I didn't say no."

Her voice was trembling, but she didn't stop.

"But Dad, did you ask me? Did you ask me if I wanted to live alone? Did you ask me if I wanted to sell Mom's house? Did you ask me if that woman was good to me?"

Su Yuan's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"You didn't." Tears streamed down Su Wantang's face. "You never asked me. You just told me what you were going to do, and then told me to accept it."

The living room suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Yumei was the first to react. She released Su Yuan's arm, walked to Su Wantang, and reached out to pull her: "Wantang, don't cry. Auntie will talk to your dad. There's no rush about the house..."

Su Wantang avoided her hand.

"Don't touch me." Her voice wasn't loud, but it sounded icy.

Zhao Yumei's hand froze in mid-air.

Su Yuan looked at his daughter, and the anger on his face gradually faded, replaced by an expression that was hard to describe as either guilt or embarrassment.

"Wantang..." he began, his voice lowering.

"Dad, I didn't come here today to argue with you." Su Wantang wiped away her tears. "I just wanted to tell you that I hope you can wait until I grow up before dealing with that house. Wait until I'm eighteen, until I have my own ideas, then we can decide together whether you want to sell or keep it."

Su Yuan remained silent.

Zhao Yumei stood to the side, her expression somewhat unpleasant. She glanced at Su Yuan, then at Su Wantang, her lips moved a few times, but ultimately said nothing.

Lin Bei sat on the sofa without moving.

He noticed the changes in Zhao Yumei's expression. From initial gentleness, to later impatience, and now... unease. That unease was subtle, so subtle that it would be completely imperceptible unless one had been observing her closely.

She was scared.

It wasn't because Su Wantang cried, but because Su Wantang said the words "inheritance rights".

These three words signify that Su Wantang is no longer that submissive, naive little girl. She understands her rights, and she is defending what is rightfully hers.

And someone who would defend her rights is the last person she wants to face.

[Zhao Yumei's "uneasy" expression lasted approximately 0.8 seconds, before being replaced by "calmness." An ordinary person wouldn't notice this moment, but the host did because the host was staring at her. However, the host stared at Zhao Yumei for too long; if Su Yuan saw this, he would think the host was looking at his wife, with unimaginable consequences. It is recommended that the host switch targets more quickly in the future, completing the switch within 0.3 seconds, so as not to miss information or cause misunderstandings.]

Su Yuan walked to the window, his back to everyone. After about two minutes, he turned around.

"Wantang, you go back first." His voice was hoarse. "I'll think about the house matter some more."

Zhao Yumei's eyebrows twitched slightly. It was only for a moment, but she couldn't hide it.

Su Wantang watched her father's retreating figure, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing and turned to walk towards the door.

Lin Bei stood up and followed behind her.

As they reached the door, Su Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Xiao Lin."

Lin Bei stopped and turned around.

Su Yuan looked at him, her gaze complex: "You're a good kid. But this is a family matter, so from now on... don't get involved."

Lin Bei looked into Su Yuan's eyes and said calmly, "Uncle Su, I'm just accompanying a classmate. She can't find her way by herself."

[The host's line, "She couldn't find her way alone," is a highlight. On the surface, it answers "Why did you come?" but it actually conveys three messages: first, she needs company; second, she feels helpless; third, when you, as her father, aren't there for her, others are helping her. This statement contains no accusation or confrontation, but hearing it would hurt Su Yuan more than being scolded.]

Su Yuan didn't say anything more.

Lin Bei turned and went out the door.

Inside the elevator, Su Wantang leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. Tears still clung to her eyelashes, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Lin Bei didn't say anything like "Are you alright?" He knew she didn't need comforting right now; she needed peace and quiet.

The elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened. They stepped out of the building, and the sunlight suddenly shone down, making their vision go black.

"Lin Bei," Su Wantang suddenly spoke.

"Um."

"Thank you for coming with me."

"You're welcome."

They walked out of the residential compound and boarded the bus back, sitting in the last row as usual. The bus swayed and rattled towards the school.

Su Wantang leaned against the car window, watching the scenery rushing past outside without saying a word.

Lin Bei sat next to her without saying a word.

As they approached the school, Su Wantang suddenly said something.

"When he said 'I'll think about it some more,' he didn't mean 'I've figured it out.'"

Lin Bei turned to look at her.

"My dad is the kind of person who hates making decisions. When he says 'I'll think about it some more,' he means 'I don't want to think about it anymore.'" Su Wantang's voice was calm. "The house will probably still be sold."

Lin Bei remained silent for a moment.

"Then go find him again."

Su Wantang turned her head and looked at him.

"If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times," Lin Bei said. "He doesn't want to think about it, right? Just force him to."

Su Wantang looked into Lin Bei's eyes for several seconds.

Then she nodded slightly.

The host's "if once doesn't work, try twice" theory, from a management perspective, is called the "repeated game" strategy; from a psychological perspective, it's called the "exposure effect"; and from a social perspective, it's called "grinding." Whatever you call it, it works. Because Su Yuan is someone who's afraid of making decisions, and what people who are afraid of making decisions hate most is being forced to make decisions. The host has Su Wantang force him, exploiting his weakness. Although the host says he "won't get involved," every word he says is actually teaching Su Wantang how to "get involved." What is this called? This is called "I won't do anything, but I'll hand over the knife."

Lin Bei: I feel like you're describing me as the mastermind behind everything?

[The host is not the mastermind; the host is an accomplice. Although the actions are similar, the motives are different. The mastermind acts for themselves, while the accomplice acts for others. The host should continue to maintain this stance. Although the system is sharp-tongued, it can distinguish between good and evil.]