How to Raise a Lucky Star

After my family went bankrupt, I was pawned off to Tim Bernstein as his fiancée.
When he saw me sitting at his doorstep, holding a dog on a leash, his face was as black as thunder.
Little thing, are you even weaned yet?
Just as I was about to let my dog bite him, a stream of text suddenly floated before my eyes.
【LMAO! I'm dying! Who the hell has a three-year-old fiancée?】
【Congrats to the villain on his brand new daughter! Instant fatherhood, no labor required!】
【The villain doesn't know yet, but this little thing is a lucky charm. Whoever raises her strikes it rich! It's a shame she snuck out to find her parents one day and got hit by a car.】
Hit by a car?
A shiver ran down my spine. I hugged Tim Bernstein’s leg tightly. "Hubby, I'm hungry!"

1
I was dozing off, leaning against Baron, my billion-dollar husky, when the grand front door finally swung open.
A handsome, refined man stepped out. When he saw me and my dog camped out on his porch, his expression darkened.
"Where did this brat come from?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
I quickly fished a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. It bore my father's sloppy signature and a bright red thumbprint.
"I'm here to pay off a debt," I announced, puffing out my chest to seem more grown-up.
Tim Bernstein took the paper and glanced at it, his face growing even stormier. "David Miller owes me twenty million, and he's using you as collateral?"
He looked me up and down. "Little thing, are you even weaned yet?"
I was about to unleash Baron on him when several lines of semi-transparent text floated in front of my face:
【LMAO! I'm dying! Who the hell has a three-year-old fiancée?】
【Congrats to the villain on his brand new daughter! Instant fatherhood, no labor required!】
【The villain doesn't know yet, but this little thing is a lucky charm. Whoever raises her strikes it rich! It's a shame she snuck out to find her parents one day and got hit by a car.】
I blinked. The words were still there.
Hit by a car?
My whole body trembled, and the leash slipped from my hand.
Baron, thinking this was his cue, shook out his fluffy coat and charged ferociously toward Tim Bernstein.
Then, he screeched to a halt, flopped onto his back right in front of Tim’s gleaming leather shoes, and exposed his soft belly, his tail wagging like a helicopter propeller.
"Traitor!" I stomped my foot in frustration. This was the third time Baron had abandoned me for a handsome face. The last time was for the long-legged clerk at the pet store.
Tim’s mouth twitched. He looked down at me. "What's your name?"
"Daisy Miller," I answered quietly, my eyes still fixed on the strange, floating text.
Another line appeared:
【Out with the old dad, in with the new. Little Daisy doesn't know that even though this guy is the villain, he only has it out for the male lead!】
【Who needs those heartless parents anyway? This villain could buy you an entire amusement park with a snap of his fingers!】
My eyes lit up. Without a second thought, I lunged forward and hugged Tim Bernstein’s leg. "Hubby, I'm hungry!"
Tim froze, looking as if he'd been struck by lightning.
The pop-up comments exploded:
【LMAO, HUBBY, I'M DEAD!】
【She’s only three and already knows how to secure the bag. This kid's going places!】
【Tim Bernstein: I've been single for 28 years and suddenly I have a child?!】
"Who taught you to call me that?" Tim's voice was tight, as if forced through gritted teeth.
I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes. "That's what they do on TV. The fiancée calls him hubby."
It was a line from a soap opera I’d watched a few days ago. Whenever the actress called the male lead "hubby," he’d agree to anything she wanted.
Tim took a deep breath and turned to his butler, who was standing by, his face red from holding back laughter. "Arthur, get David Miller on the phone and tell him to come get his kid!"
But the call went straight to voicemail.
The agreement had been signed with Tim's grandmother, Mrs. Bernstein. Everyone in the city knew Tim Bernstein had no interest in women; some even whispered he preferred men. Mrs. Bernstein knew my father had a daughter, but she had no idea that daughter was only three years old. So she proposed I become her grandson's fiancée to settle the debt.
By now, my parents were probably on a plane out of the country.
"Arthur, contact social services at once—"
The comments started buzzing again. They said if I was sent to an orphanage, the director would abuse me, and I would run away in three months to find my parents, only to get hit by that car.
Reading that, I clung to Tim's leg even tighter. "Don't send me away! I'll be really good! Hubby~"

2
Baron let out a pathetic howl, flopped to the ground, and started whimpering like a tiny steam engine.
Between the two of us, we managed a two-part harmony of pure misery.
"Waaah... Daddy doesn't want me... and now you don't want me either... Baron and I will have to beg on the streets... It's so cold in the winter, we'll freeze to death..." I wailed, peeking through my fingers to gauge Tim’s reaction.
A vein throbbed in his temple. "Stop crying."
I cried even louder.
"I said, stop crying!" he raised his voice.
The shout startled me into a hiccup, a fat tear clinging precariously to my cheek.
Baron scrambled to his feet and stood in front of me, staring warily at Tim.
The standoff was tense.
Arthur, the butler, chose the perfect moment to interject. "Sir, perhaps we should let Miss Daisy stay for now? The collateral agreement was signed by Mrs. Bernstein, and she's currently in Switzerland for treatment. We can't reach her. We can decide what to do once we've contacted her. A child this young, at an orphanage... it would be..."
Tim rubbed his brow. "Where would she sleep?"
"The guest room is ready, sir," Arthur said quickly. "It's right next to your bedroom."
I immediately stopped crying and raised my hand obediently. "I can take my own bath, get dressed by myself, and I can even recite poetry! A-tisket, a-tasket, a pocket full of posies..."
Tim’s mouth twitched again. He raised a hand to cut me off. "Who taught you that?"
Was he stunned by my intellect?
I lifted my chin proudly. "I'm self-taught! My daddy said I'm a genius!"
"Heh..." Tim chuckled dryly, then turned to Arthur. "One night. First thing tomorrow, contact social services."
With that, he walked out.
Arthur prepared a feast for me. I sat at one end of a dining table long enough to be a slide, my short legs dangling far from the floor, waiting for Tim to come home.
"Arthur, when is hubby coming back?"
Arthur struggled to suppress a smile. "Miss Daisy, Sir is much, much older than you. He's almost old enough to be your father. You can't call him hubby."
Not hubby? Then what?
I wracked my tiny brain but couldn't come up with any other titles.
The pop-up comments appeared again.
【High-alert! Tim is about to find the female lead on the side of the road!】
【Skyler got dumped in the rain by Ethan. Tim, being a good guy, is about to pick her up.】
【Oh no, Ethan is going to show up tomorrow and cause a scene!】
Skyler? Who was Skyler?
And who was Ethan?
Did Tim find a dog, too?
I found Baron on the side of the road. My mom left him to keep me company before she passed away. But as soon as she was gone, the new woman my dad married just wanted to cook Baron in a hot pot.
I wondered if the dog Tim found was prettier than Baron.
I sat by the door, waiting eagerly.
When I finally heard a sound at the entrance, I shot off like a little cannonball.
Tim walked in, soaked to the bone. Behind him was an equally drenched, very pretty lady. Her eyes were red like a little rabbit's, and she was clutching a soggy handbag.
It wasn't a dog. I was a little disappointed.
The comments were scrolling like crazy:
【The female lead, Skyler, has entered the chat!】
【Tim's good intentions are going to backfire. The male lead is going to hate him for this.】
【That punch Ethan throws tomorrow looks like it really hurts.】
"Sir, this is..." Arthur hurried over with a dry towel.
"I found her on the road," Tim said with a frown, clearly not used to explaining himself. "Miss... Skyler, the guest room is on the second floor. Arthur will get you some clean clothes."
Skyler nodded timidly. "Thank you, Mr. Bernstein. I'll leave first thing in the morning."
I stared at this new lady, then suddenly charged forward and hugged Tim's leg. "Hubby! Who is this aunty?"

3
The living room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Skyler's eyes widened. "H-Hubby?"
Tim's face turned a dangerous shade of purple. "Daisy Miller!"
The comments went wild:
【LMAO, what a power move!】
【Skyler: Am I supposed to be joining this family?】
【Live footage of Tim Bernstein's social death!】
I blinked innocently. "The TV said you're supposed to ask that when you see your hubby bring another woman home."
Tim grabbed me by the back of my collar and lifted me up like a kitten. "First, you are not to call me that. Second, you are not to watch trashy television. And third..." He glanced at the shell-shocked Skyler. "Miss Skyler is just having some trouble and is staying for one night."
I tilted my head and looked at Skyler. "Miss, were you pawned off by your daddy, too?"
Skyler let out a small laugh, then crouched down to my level. "No, sweetie. I... I got lost. Mr. Bernstein was kind enough to help me."
Tim massaged his forehead. "Arthur, take Daisy to bed."
The next morning, I was woken by a loud banging on the front door.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Baron's ears perked up, on high alert.
"Tim Bernstein! Get your ass out here!" A furious male voice vibrated through the windows.
The comments appeared right on cue:
【Ethan's here to catch the cheaters!】
【Classic misunderstanding scene!】
【Quick, Tim, release Daisy to save the day!】
I ran downstairs barefoot just in time to see a tall man grab Tim by the collar. The man was handsome, but his face was twisted in a snarl, like he wanted to eat someone.
"Ethan, have you lost your mind?" Tim said coldly. Despite being held, his presence was just as intimidating.
"Why did Skyler spend the night here? What did you do?" Ethan roared.
Skyler rushed over to pull him away. "Ethan, you've misunderstood! I was just..."
"Shut up!" Ethan shoved her aside. "Even a dog can see what your intentions are toward her!"
Hearing his name, Baron let out a confused little "woof."
I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran over and bit Ethan's leg.
"Agh! Where did this little monster come from?" Ethan yelped, letting go of Tim.
I stood in front of Tim, hands on my hips. "Bad man! Don't you bully my daddy!"
The entire room went silent.
Tim: "..."
Skyler: "???"
Ethan: "...Daddy?"
The pop-up comments went berserk:
【Daisy with the god-tier save!】
【From hubby to daddy in one second. Tim's reputation is in shambles.】
【Ethan's CPU just fried!】
I pressed my advantage, tears welling up on command. "Waaah... if my daddy dies, no one will buy me toys anymore..."
Skyler's expression softened instantly. "Ethan, you're mistaken. Mr. Bernstein was just being kind. He has a daughter this young..."
Ethan awkwardly lowered his fists. "I... I didn't know you had a child..."
After he left with Skyler, the villa was quiet again.
I stood barefoot in the middle of the living room. Baron nudged my leg, his wet nose pressing into my palm.
Tim loosened his crooked tie and looked down at me. "Now, about the 'daddy' issue."
I bit my finger, my eyes darting around.
"Because..." I drew out the word, a flash of inspiration hitting me. "Arthur said you're too old to be my hubby!"
Arthur, who was pouring tea, fumbled, spilling it all over the table.
The comments exploded again.

4
【'TOO OLD' LMAO!】
【Arthur: When did I ever say that???】
【Daisy kinda has a point. He's 25 years older than her. That's pretty old.】
【Arthur looks like he's about to cry, hahaha!】
Tim slowly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a razor, and fixed it on Arthur. "Oh? Is that what Arthur said?"
Arthur frantically wiped the table. "Sir, I swear! I would never say such a thing! Miss Daisy, she... she..."
Sensing trouble, I quickly added, "Arthur didn't say the 'old' part! He said you weren't young anymore!"
I counted on my fingers. "You're 28, and I'm 3. 28 minus 3 is... um... it's..."
I ran out of fingers and gave up. "Anyway, it's just... a lot!"
A vein throbbed in Tim's temple. "So, in your eyes, 28 is old?"
I nodded earnestly. "Super old! My next-door neighbor, Mr. Henderson, his new wife secretly told someone he's thirty years older than her, old and ugly, snores, but at least he's rich! Everyone says he's robbing the cradle!"
The comments were hysterical:
【Daisy overheard the trophy wife complaining and learned a new idiom!】
【Tim: Suddenly classified as a senior citizen!】
【Daisy, if you run out of fingers, you still have toes!】
Tim took a deep breath, visibly trying to remain calm. "First of all, 28 minus 3 is 25. Secondly, that's not how you use 'robbing the cradle.' And finally..." He narrowed his eyes. "Arthur, what exactly have you been discussing with Daisy?"
Arthur looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Sir, I just casually mentioned that you were old enough to be her father. I had no idea she would interpret it this way..."
Tim shot him a glare, then bent down and lifted me up. "Daisy Miller, we need to talk."
He placed me on the sofa and crouched down to my level.
"Listen," he said, his voice unusually gentle. "Thank you for helping me out today. But no more lying from now on, understand?"
I swung my feet. "I wasn't lying! You really could be my daddy!"
I counted on my fingers again. "You let me live in a big house and have Arthur give me yummy food. Isn't that what daddies do?"
Tim was stunned. The comments floated by:
【Kid logic is flawless!】
【An irrefutable theory on parenting!】
【Tim: Am I being scammed?】
Arthur chimed in at the perfect moment. "Sir, Miss Daisy is still very young. She needs a guardian..."
"I don't need a guardian," I declared proudly, puffing out my chest. "I need a daddy!"
Then I added in a whisper, "Or a mommy would work too. Can you be my mommy?"
Tim: "..."
Arthur wiped a tear from his eye and murmured, "Sir, the poor child... her mother passed away when she was two. And that monster David brought his pregnant mistress home right after..."
Tim's expression was complicated. He awkwardly placed a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. "I can't be your mommy, but... you can call me 'brother.'"
Brother?
But didn't Arthur say he was a lot older than me?
I wrinkled my nose and tried it out. "Brother."
Tim: "...Hmph."
That night, a loud clap of thunder jolted me awake. Lightning tore across the sky outside like a monster's claws.
I scrambled out of bed in a panic. Baron, startled by my movement, sleepily licked my face.
"BOOM!" Another crash shook the entire house.
I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my little pillow, and bolted out of the room barefoot.
Baron followed close behind, his furry body pressed against my trembling legs.
Tim's bedroom was at the end of the hall.

5
I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack.
"Brother..." I peeked in, my head just barely visible.
The room was pitch black.
"Daisy?" Tim's voice came from the darkness.
A flash of lightning lit up the room, and I yelped, darting inside so fast my pillow fell to the floor.
"Can... can I sleep in here?" I twisted the hem of my pajamas. "Just when it's thundering... I promise I'll sleep on the floor! I won't bother you!"
"I-I'm not scared of thunder!" I stammered. "It's... it's Baron! He's scared! I wanted to bring him in here..."
Baron tilted his head innocently, even though I had been the one clinging to his fur just moments before.
The pop-up comments appeared:
【Aww, the poor baby!】
【Tim, hug her right now!】
【My sweet angel! Come sleep with mommy~】
The bedside lamp flickered on.
Tim looked at the two of us, a pair of pathetic, shivering messes. He sighed, then lifted a corner of his duvet. "Get in."
I couldn't believe my ears. "R-Really?"
"You have three seconds. After that, the offer's off the table."
I immediately scrambled onto the massive bed. It was so soft and smelled like fresh pine. I carefully curled up on the very edge, afraid of taking up too much space.
"Move in," Tim frowned. "You'll fall off and start crying again."
I quickly scooted toward the middle but still kept a safe distance from him.
Baron wagged his tail, preparing to jump up.
"Not you," Tim stopped him.
"Whine..." Baron, seeing his charms had failed, circled the rug a few times before finding a comfy spot to lie down.
Just as I was about to drift off, Tim suddenly asked:
"Do you wet the bed?"
I was instantly wide awake, turning to face him indignantly. "Only babies wet the bed! I'm a big girl, I don't do that!"
The comments floated by:
【LMAO, the million-dollar question!】
【Tim: Can't risk the twenty-thousand-dollar mattress!】
【Daisy: You can question my bravery, but you can't question my bladder!】
To my surprise, Tim let out a low chuckle. I could feel the vibration of his chest through the mattress. "Alright, big girl. Now go to sleep."
I huffed and pulled the covers up to my chin. "I stopped wetting the bed a long, long time ago! My friend Chloe, who's a whole year older than me, wet her pants last week, and I didn't even laugh at her..." My voice trailed off as my eyelids grew heavy again.
In the hazy space between wakefulness and sleep, I felt him gently stroke my hair. His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper to himself. "...She's actually pretty well-behaved."
The next morning, when I woke up, Tim was already dressed, fastening his cufflinks.
"Daisy, time to get up." He tapped the nightstand. "You're going to preschool today."
I blearily opened my eyes, then shot up in bed. "Preschool? Why do I have to go to preschool?"
"You don't want me anymore?" The thought of the car crash brought tears to my eyes instantly.
Tim awkwardly wiped them away, frowning at the snot on my nose. "I never said that. You can make new friends at preschool."
"And you can learn new things."
At that, I immediately stopped crying, rolled off the bed, and hugged his leg barefoot. "Then... will you come pick me up?"
He looked down at me, the sunlight tracing a golden edge along his handsome profile. "...I will."
"Pinky promise!" I held out my little finger.
He sighed but bent down and linked his pinky with mine. "Now, can you please go get ready?"

6
I cheered and ran to the bathroom.
The comments:
【Tim is learning to compromise.】
【Who could say no to Daisy's puppy-dog eyes?】
【Wait, isn't Daisy getting a bit too much screen time?】
【Hey! Shut up! This kid is adorable, who would want to see her get hit by a car?】
Twenty minutes later, I stood by the door in a brand-new pink dress, a little white bunny backpack on my shoulders.
Tim was on the phone, his brow furrowed. "...We'll discuss the South City project this afternoon. Meet at The Embers."
He hung up and looked at me. "Let's go."
"Can Baron come with us?" I asked hopefully.
"No."
"Oh..." I pouted and followed him. Baron slumped by the door, watching us leave with sad eyes.
The entrance to Sunflower Preschool was crowded with parents and children.
Tim's black Maybach pulled up, drawing countless stares. He held my hand as we walked to the reception desk, young mothers turning to look at him the entire way.
"And this is..." The teacher, Ms. Peterson, with her round glasses, had a kind smile.
"Daisy Miller," Tim said curtly.
Ms. Peterson crouched down to my level. "Daisy, you're so cute! And this is your..."
She looked up at Tim, her eyes sparkling.
"Brother!" I said loudly.
Ms. Peterson's smile grew even wider. "Oh, so you're Daisy's brother!"
After finishing the enrollment paperwork, Tim crouched down and patted my head. "I'll be here to pick you up at four."
His voice was softer than usual. "Be good for your teacher."
I nodded, suddenly reluctant to let go of his hand. But seeing the other kids staring, I felt too embarrassed to be clingy. I just waved. "Bye-bye, brother!"
After Tim left, Ms. Peterson held my hand as we walked to the classroom. "Daisy's brother is so handsome. Is he married?"
I tilted my head, thinking. "No, but he doesn't like girls."
I'd learned that from the pop-up comments.
Ms. Peterson's smile froze on her face. "Oh... I see..."
The comments were hysterical:
【Daisy just outed Tim's sexual orientation!】
【The sound of a teacher's heart breaking.】
【Tim: Thanks a lot, kid!】
Four o'clock.
The children were being picked up one by one.
I pressed my face against the window, waiting anxiously, but there was no sign of Tim.
The comments were in a state of chaos:
【Oh no! Skyler's being forced to drink by a client! That old creep is trying to take advantage of her!】
【Tim happens to be at the same hotel for a business meeting. When he runs into them, Ethan is definitely going to misunderstand again!】
【Daisy is still waiting for Tim... my heart...】
They said Tim was going to be misunderstood again? Does that mean he was going to get hit again?
I snuck a glance at Ms. Peterson. She was hiding in a corner, lost in a phone call, not paying any attention to me.
This was my chance!
I crouched down, blended in with a group of parents, and slipped right out the preschool gate!
I had to go save Tim!
Remembering the address mentioned in the comments, I hailed a taxi.
The driver, a kind-looking man, stared at me in shock. "Hey, kiddo, you all by yourself? Where are your parents?"
I put on a serious face. "Mister, take me to The Embers Hotel!"
The driver's eyes widened. "What are you going there for?"
I clenched my little fists, my eyes determined. "I'm... going... to... bust... a cheater!"
The comments exploded:
【PFFT... LMAO, BUST A CHEATER!】
【Daisy, where did you even learn that phrase?!】
【The driver: This is the peak of my career.】
The driver practically jumped out of his seat. "Bust a... what?!"

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