Chapter 240 237. Fatherly Love?
An Han had originally thought that, like those preparing to come out as LGBTQ+, she could subtly influence her father’s thinking in daily life—occasionally dropping hints to test his reactions, and once the timing was right, when his affection level was high enough, she could fully reveal everything to him with the help of her mother and younger sister.
This way, the shock to her father would be much smaller.
But now, her father’s affection hadn’t even reached 90 yet, and she was only just starting to test him—yet she had already been caught red-handed.
Her mind was in chaos. At this moment, An Han couldn’t think of any explanation for her chest!
She looked at her father’s confused eyes, stammered for a long while without knowing what to say, and ended up pretending nothing had happened, turning her gaze to the computer, trying to hold back her already flushed face.
Don’t ask, don’t ask…
Her ears burned, her fingers trembled, her pupils contracted, and her heart raced so fast she felt dizzy.
She could feel her father’s scrutinizing, puzzled gaze wandering over her. From his face, where makeup barely hid his expression, it slid down to her slender, fair neck, then gradually down to her chest, lingering there for a moment, and finally resting on her tightly pressed thighs.
An Han’s little heart skipped slightly, and she opened her legs a bit, adjusting her sitting posture to appear slightly more masculine.
“What’s going on with your chest?” Her father’s tone was unusually calm.
But she was startled, snapping her legs back together, shrinking her shoulders timidly, and burying her head against her chest.
The image of a little girl in such a pose was hard for her father to accept.
I may be short, but I used to be a cheerful, lively son—how did I end up like this?!
His breathing grew a bit heavier. Seeing An Han trying to play the ostrich and not respond, he said sternly, “If there’s something wrong, just say it! Don’t wait until you can’t handle it and come crying to me!”
An Han continued to bury her head and remain silent.
Her father took a deep breath, patiently asking, “Does your mother know?”
“……”
An Han tugged at her pants, pressing her lips tightly together.
Suddenly, a soft sound reached her ears, instantly triggering her already tense nerves. She shivered all over and instinctively looked up.
Those watery, misty eyes met her father’s gaze for a moment, scaring her enough that she quickly lowered her head.
“Just sitting there without saying a word—how’s that going to solve anything?”
Her father stormed out of the room. He had intended to slam the door, but at the last moment, he softened his action, glanced back at An Han’s still trembling shoulders, and gently closed the door.
He sat on the steps between the second and third floors, one hand pressing his temple, the other searching online for information.
“Most likely, your mother doesn’t know either.”
After all, An Han usually stayed at school and rarely came home, and this winter break had only just begun.
He sighed deeply. He had thought about asking her mother, but now he felt he should keep it from her. His wife seemed elegant and graceful, but her temper was much worse than his. If a conflict erupted, it would be hard to think clearly. He decided to handle it himself.
Soon, his phone displayed some news similar to An Han’s situation:
"Boy shares shampoo with mother, develops abnormal chest growth..."
"Man uses female shampoo, experiences abnormal chest enlargement..."
He fell into deep thought, then found more professional terms: “feminization,” “male gynecomastia.”
This seemed the most plausible explanation for An Han’s condition in his understanding.
Thinking carefully, he recalled some friends with similar, though less severe, cases, which they had just treated as ordinary weight gain.
After finding some results online, he searched through his phone contacts for friends from medical school and finally reached one, intending to confirm his hypothesis.
Inside the room, An Han vaguely heard her father’s conversation. Pretending to be an ostrich, she timidly lifted her head, quickly put on the jacket draped over her, and deeply regretted her decision.
If only she had worn the chest binder for a couple more days to raise his affection first.
Although her father seemed restrained, who knows what he might be thinking?
An Han tiptoed like a thief to the door, slammed it shut with a “bang,” then, as if startled by the sound, dashed back to her bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, exposing only her eyes, alertly watching the door.
But if his affection is too high, who knows if fatherly love could turn sour…
System, my dad’s affection level.
An Han asked internally, too scared to speak out loud for fear her father would hear.
[Father: Affection 85]
Only dropped by two points.
She breathed a sigh of relief. If this incident had caused a major drop in affection, she would have faced her father’s stormy anger next.
This outcome was within her expectations—after all, she had already tested such risks with Long Xing Su Peng.
“What should I do next…”
Her father had discovered that his son’s chest was even bigger than his wife’s.
This was far too embarrassing.
The burning sensation on her cheeks wouldn’t go away. She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow, muttering softly to herself: “Should I just confess now?”
“Would it be too shocking for dad?”
A gentle knock came at the door. An Han shivered, immediately turning toward the door.
Outside, her father’s calm and gentle voice reassured her: “Are you okay? In a couple of days, we’ll go to the city hospital for a check-up.”
“Ch… check-up?” Her lips stammered, and she didn’t react immediately.
She already had a medical report, and it was very detailed…
“This isn’t a big deal. Maybe it’s your shampoo or face wash—I’ve already replaced them for you.”
“Don’t be afraid or feel insecure. It’s just a condition.”
A male-to-female change isn’t such a big deal?
An Han’s already confused mind couldn’t process it at first, but she quickly realized her father hadn’t considered the situation from that angle.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her thoughts, and quietly replied, “Mm.”
Even at this most embarrassing moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of fatherly love…
She pursed her lips, pulling the blanket over her head, completely burying herself.
“I’ll keep this from your mother for now…” Her father paused, as if checking if her mother was home. “She’s probably gone to the market with your sister.”
“Ah.” An Han’s nervous reply came out oddly toned.
Her mood gradually stabilized.
But then she suddenly realized—if her father treats this as a medical condition and works to help her, and later discovers it was her and her mother’s secret…
Would he think he was being tricked and get even angrier?
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