MY CEO MOMMY AND KUNG FU DADDY

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The night neon lights split the sky, I walked with my daughter Jasmine through the corner of Ring Street. She suddenly stopped, pointing at the cold, striking woman on the giant screen: "Dad, I want her to be my mom." I froze. On that screen was Xeno K, CEO of the Fighting Conglomerate, known as the "Iceblade Queen." And me? I was just a coward who’d witnessed a murder in an alley ten years ago—and stayed silent out of fear. Fate refused to let me go. Three days later, Jasmine was swept into an underground martial arts dojo’s children’s tournament. I was forced to step into that world soaked in blood and applause. And there, attending as a judge, was Xeno herself. When her gaze passed over me, it felt like a blade slicing across ice. "Your daughter," she said coolly, "has the fate of a champion. Do you?" Before I could respond, a man in crimson burst through the door—Hunter Waters, Xeno’s family enemy, and the true killer from that night a decade ago. He grinned at me. "Well, well, little mouse… remember trembling behind which trash can?" Chaos erupted. Jasmine shrank behind me. In that moment, the inner power I’d buried for ten years surged awake. I wouldn’t run again. I raised my hand, shattered the floor tiles with a single palm strike. An ancient breathing technique rose from my core, my fists cutting through air like thunder. The crowd screamed and scattered. I stood between Xeno and Jasmine, whispering, "This time, I’ll protect both my daughters—with kung fu." But the real danger wasn’t in the ring. It was in Xeno’s study late at night, where I found a medical file—she wouldn’t survive the winter. She’d known Hunter would come. She’d planned to die. Her connection to Jasmine wasn’t chance—it was a final wish: to have a daughter before her life ended. My eyes burned. On finals night, I challenged Hunter as “Kung Fu Dad.” One rule: the loser dies on the spot. Under the spotlight, we fought for our lives. Jasmine sat in the front row, holding a crooked sign: "Dad and Mom, both win!" Xeno stood in the shadows, her fingers digging into her palms until they bled. In the final blow, I took Hunter’s ultimate attack head-on, then locked his throat and slammed him down. "You can kill me," I gasped, "but don’t touch them." Silence fell. Then Xeno stepped onto the stage. She removed her earpiece, faced the live global broadcast, and declared: "From this day forward, my heir is Jack’s daughter." The chat exploded: [NO WAY! Ice Queen adopted a kid?!] [That murder case from ten years ago just resurfaced—the witness is Kung Fu Dad!] [Wait… that blue glow in his body… is that the lost Dragon Breath Technique?!] Holding the unconscious Xeno in my arms as sirens wailed around us, I whispered: "You said no one wanted you, but my daughter chose you. You said I wasn’t worthy, but fate brought us back together. This time… I’ll be the hero." Blades pressed against my neck—but love didn’t flinch. Jack Ye, a reclusive martial arts master, is urged by his daughter Molly to enter a marital combat tournament. To his shock, its host, CEO Snow Quinn, bears a striking resemblance to a woman he saved years ago. Jack wins easily, but their union is a facade. Snow organized the contest to find a protector from Hunter, a vicious champion forcing her into marriage. Despite Jack's unparalleled skill, his casual demeanor clashes with Snow's expectations. When Hunter arrives to claim his prize, Jack must step up to fight not just for his daughter, but for love and justice...
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Publish：2025-10-31
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