I Found My Dad Is a Crossdresser Chapter 26 - BaoBao”

Chapter 26: “BaoBao”

Translator: Doris

About ten o’clock, he still did not co back, and his phone was still not getting through.

This made wonder and even a little worried.

So I called his assistant, who said he had engaged in a social activity after the eting. And he told several persons I knew in that activity. As soon as I heard these nas, I couldn’t help shouting “Shit”!

They were beasts in human clothing who usually enjoyed playing so dirty gas in the engagent.

As you knew, there were always a gang of people who were strong in appearance but weak in reality, going through middle age crisis, they tended to use the power in the company to play so dirty gas when they had a chance.

In our environnt, no matter how great your business was, you would et such n. That was one of the reasons I didn’t want to get into my dad’s business.

When my dad was with them, he would get drunk ten to one. If he was not really drunk, he had to pretend to be drunk.

I found out the place, then I went to see him.

I hadn’t been seeing him in the engagent personally for a long ti, but he used to let go there before my grandma retired.

At that ti, he was not the leader of the company, but a departnt manager. He was far more sociable than he was now. Every ti he wanted to leave those activities, he would call secretly and ask to see him.

I was his son. So they would let him go if I went to pick up my dad personally.

If they didn’t let him go, I would be mad.

At that ti, I was juvenile, so they wouldn’t concern with .

In this way, I saved him from the engagents.

By the ti I got to the night club, it was already 10:30, and the club just began to get lively. In my dad’s box, the scene was quite exciting. n and won were together, mixed with the sll of alcohol and smoke. I choked as soon as I went in.

So people were singing, so people were drinking, and others were rolling the dice, even soone was gonna do sothing in the bathroom.

When I opened the door, no one even noticed .

I saw my dad at a glance, who was leaning against the edge of the sofa, holding his head with his hand, smiling and listening to a girl who was talking to him.

I passed by those people who were playing happily, coming to him and dragged him.

He seed to be drunk. I didn’t know whether he was really drunk. So I said, “It’s too late. Go back with .”

As if he hadn’t heard what I said, he said in a tone like I’ve had hurt his feelings, “What are you doing here? Haven’t you left alone?”

I: ...

I would regard him as he was really drunk, so I didn’t answer him. Then I was gonna pick him up.

But as soon as I touched him, he ducked my hands quickly.

He stared at and said, “Leave alone!”

The girl looked at us with a little embarrassnt, so she smiled and said: “Brother X drank a lot today, with two kinds of drinks mixed. So he is pretty drunk. Hold him carefully.”

Brother X? Hearing it, I wanted to roll my eyes.

I was raised by my dad according to his style of gentleman, so I didn’t enjoy the atmosphere here. Now, under this kind of scene, I was more annoyed.

I didn’t talk to her, just pulling my dad. As a result, he pushed away again.

But this ti, he took refuge behind the girl.

Oh Shit!

I admitted that it was a little rude that I directly caught him and yelled at him ferociously, “Are you coming ho with ?”

...

...

At this ti, the person who was singing just stopped.

So the box was the quietest now.

I had to hold on my appearance no matter what happened! Now that I was so manly a man now, of course I couldn’t be a coward at this point.

So I continued to pull him up, turned my back towards him and said coldly, “Co up!”

The little girl might be frightened by my voice, so she pushed him and said, “Co on, Brother X! Go ho with your boyfriend.”

I: ...

Did I ntion that it was the quietest mont in the box?

...Therefore, you could imagine how awkward and weird it was at that ti.

I couldn’t stay for a second at that scene.

I was pissed.

I looked back and stared at him. I was not sure whether he was not completely drunk or was scared by , anyway, he just lay on my back taly.

Then, with my face darkened, I carried him up under the watchful eyes.

Suddenly, a waiter who ca in a hurry looked at at a loss and called my dad “Brother X”.

That girl quickly explained: “Brother X’s boyfriend was reliable. Don’t fret!”

Then, the waiter was relieved, taking to my dad’s car.

On the way ho, the more I thought about the situation in the box, the more I felt there was sothing wrong.

First of all, what he said to was ambiguous.

What the hell? It sounded like a conversation between a couple after quarreling.

Secondly, why did that girl think I was my dad’s boyfriend?

What kind of image was he building outside now? What had he told that girl so as that she misunderstood , with confidence, thoroughly?

Thirdly, why were those friends of his kept mute?? In the past, they used to call “Baobao” enthusiastically when they saw , as if I were their child!

Had I changed a lot in the past two years? Wasn’t I no longer their “Baobao”? Didn’t they know anymore?

With these questions in my mind, I hoped he could sober up quickly.

So, when we were back, I threw him into the room and went out to make the hangover-cure soup.

At that ti, I was already tired and confused, even I was quite angry. To be honest, I began to write this post when I stood in front of the stove. I really wanted to complain. But before I posted it, my dad ca out.

When I was writing, I suddenly felt that soone was approaching. I didn’t know if I was brainsick or had so bad intentions, so I pretended not to notice him, continuing to type on the phone.

What I wrote was all about him, which was put in an intense way.

Every word I chose was expressing that I was quite mad.

And my feelings for my dad was also obvious.

But no matter how brainsick and bad I was, I just wanted him to see my thoughts, then I didn’t have to ask him... He, on the other hand, was way worse than , playing without following my script at all.

Well, what was I supposed to say?

Inexplicably I felt a little ashad.

It was not a big deal, though.

—He hugged .

My god! This sentence was written and deleted over and over again.

I could still feel the warmth on my waist when I wrote this sentence.

In short, here was what had happened.

He held my waist from behind, with his head leaning against my shoulder. I was not even sure if he knew who I was. Then I was frozen.

That was more exciting than his lifting to his chest last ti.

Could you understand? After all, I fell asleep at that ti, so it was the most convenient way to hold to bed. Moreover, he was sober, just having a bitter mouth.

This ti, it was different.

I couldn’t treat this kind of hug as one between two persons with ordinary relations... And now he was out of his mind, so he must have done it subconsciously.

That was scary, wasn’t it?

The hug lasted for about two or three minutes, even I suspected that he was gonna fall asleep. At the sa ti, the soup in the pot was boiling.

So I tried to push him away, which made him staggered, almost falling.

I quickly held him. I couldn’t help asking: “Do you know who I am?”

He looked up at and said, “I know.”

I said, “Then who am I?”

Listening to it, he said nothing, but his body fell towards .

I: ...

Later on, I repeatedly asked this question for several tis, but he had none of an exact answer. And the closest answer was “Baobao”. For the first ti, I hated my na so much.

“Baobao” could have two different anings!! (One aning was my na, and the other aning was to address one’s lover.)

So I couldn’t believe what he referred to was .

He was so discreet in his speech, so that I, originally was sober, was confused by him now.

Finally, I had to give up, coaxed him to drink a bowl of soup, not daring to let him take a bath.

He slept well so that he was not awake yet.

I just hoped he would rember everything when he woke up.

If he dared to say he forgot it, I..

How interesting!

I would “kill” him!