Wen Cishu woke up and realized he had been living inside a book.

His constant poor health? It turned out the author simply never intended for him to survive.

After his death, his own son was destined to become a paranoid second male lead, the type that ruins the main couple’s love story.

Day one after awakening.

His nine-year-old little troublemaker, Bo Yiming, was yelling at home.

“I don’t care! I have to join the talent show! I’m going to be a top idol one day!”

Wen Cishu, barely clinging to life, “Butler, get me a frying pan. And two bodyguards.”

His phoenix-shaped eyes glanced at the unruly child.

He calmly added, “Make it four bodyguards.”

Bo Yiming, standing on the couch and looking down at his sickly little dad.

“Little Daddy? You’ve got it wrong—I’m going on a talent show, not into battle. No need for bodyguards!”

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When Bo Yiming’s Big Daddy, Bo Tingyuan, arrived home—

In the spacious mansion’s living room, four six-foot-two bodyguards had pinned the kid down by his arms and legs.

Mr. Wen Cishu, whose health had always been delicate, was lifting a frying pan and spanking his son with it.

Sweat beaded on Wen’s forehead. His hand trembled as he held the pan.

Bo Yiming shouted in desperation, “Big Daddy! Help! Little Daddy’s gone mad—he hit me! He must have another kid outside now! Waaaah!”

Whack.

Bo Tingyuan rushed forward and gently steadied Wen Cishu.

With a deep, magnetic voice, he asked tenderly, “Why exert yourself so much?”

Bo Yiming thought he was saved and tried to leap up but Bo Tingyuan coolly said, “Hold the young master down.”

He helped Wen Cishu to the sofa, offered him a glass of water, then turned to his son.

With a chilling aura, he took off his suit jacket, picked up the frying pan, and—

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH—!!”

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In the end, Bo Yiming did make it into showbiz. But not through the talent show he dreamed of.

Instead, he was cast in a “rich family parent-child life swap” reality show.

What Bo Yiming expected from the entertainment industry; reveal his hidden identity as a rich heir, show off some cool dance moves, toss a wink here and there—fans would swoon and worship him.

What Bo Yiming actually got; being bossed around by Little Daddy on national TV to farm, weed the fields, and spray pesticides.

Fans in the livestream chat.

“AHHHHH Wen Cishu is so freaking gorgeous! Bo Yiming, move it—go plant rice, don’t block my view of your Little Daddy!”

Bo Yiming, “Where’s my textbook? This young master is aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University!”

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Wen Cishu had always thought Bo Tingyuan only married him out of duty, due to their parents’ past entanglements. That misunderstanding had weighed on his heart for years.

But after awakening, he learned—

The cold and distant man he called his husband… had loved him deeply all along.

They’d slept in separate beds for years—not out of apathy, but because Bo Tingyuan thought his health was too fragile.

He avoided talking work—because he didn’t want to stress him out.

The horribly cheesy red roses he got every holiday? Not ordered by his assistant—personally chosen by Bo Tingyuan.

Wen Cishu, “If you’re not gonna use that mouth to speak, donate it to someone who will!”