The next day.

A new topic suddenly appeared on Weibo’s trending list: #Singer Zhu Wei Successfully Reclaims Song Rights#.

Zhu Wei posted a long Weibo, stating that she had successfully reconciled with her former company and would be setting up her own studio to focus more on her singing career. Since her debut, she has never had any negative news, and her singing and songwriting skills are well recognized. So, besides her fans celebrating, even casual netizens were happy for her.

[We can finally see this day, it’s like seeing the moon after the clouds have cleared.]

[Sis must have cried several times, right? A once-in-a-lifetime moment!]

[This is great, hurry up and invite her to singing variety shows, start the concerts!]

Some netizens who recently started following Zhu Wei and Rongrong from a variety show came to congratulate Zhu Wei while joking around.

[Rongrong’s wish came true, how wonderful.]

[When Rongrong talked to the beautiful lady, I had a feeling something big was going to happen (calculating wildly).]

[Daddy Yiming said he wanted to attend the concert, and now it’s really happening, how amazing.]

[Did Yiming fail to guide Zhou Xu but managed to guide Zhu Wei? (just kidding)]

However, some viewers were more cautious, constantly leaving comments to remind everyone.

[This matter probably has nothing to do with the beautiful lady and Yiming, it’s better not to joke about it, or it might attract negativity.]

[Yes, yes, just congratulate Zhu Wei, if you want to joke, do it in the show, looking forward to the second live broadcast~]

These words made sense, so netizens stopped joking around.

At Zhu Wei’s home.

After finishing the live broadcast of “The Baby is Superman,” she received a call from her former agency that evening, saying they wanted to renegotiate the song rights. In the following days, she was busy finding a lawyer and negotiating until today when it was finally officially announced.

Zhu Wei’s emotions were all over the place, she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep, and every day felt like she was walking on clouds, light and airy. She was afraid that if she wasn’t careful, it would all turn out to be a dream and the rights issue would fall through again.

Once everything was resolved, Zhu Wei realized one thing: her former manager, who was greedy and held a grudge against her, wouldn’t suddenly have a change of heart, even if he were on his deathbed. There was only one possibility, someone was helping her behind the scenes.

Zhu Wei immediately contacted acquaintances at her former company and learned that someone had exerted pressure to push the matter forward. However, she couldn’t figure out who this “benefactor” was.

After posting her long Weibo, she stayed in the comments section, wanting to see her fans’ reactions, but accidentally came across comments from variety show viewers.

Zhu Wei muttered to herself, “Did Rongrong and Daddy Yiming talk about it?”

In her mind, she pictured Daddy Yiming’s exceptionally handsome yet always gentle face. She hurriedly got out of bed and went out, “Rongrong?”

In the living room.

Rongrong was whispering with her grandmother. Seeing her mom running out without wearing slippers, she ran over and held her mom’s hand, worriedly asking, “Mom, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping properly again?”

In the morning, before Daddy went to work, he specifically reminded her to make sure Mommy got enough sleep.

Grandmother said, “Your mom must be too happy to sleep.”

She got up and went to the kitchen.

Zhu Wei picked up her daughter, sat on the sofa, and seriously asked about the show.

Rongrong admitted there was such a thing and then pointed to the TV.

“Otherwise, Mommy can watch TV. Didn’t Daddy make a video for me?”

Rongrong’s dad is a film editor. After the show ended, he took the time to edit the parts with the mother and daughter into a single highlight reel for the family to watch anytime.

Zhu Wei found the fishing segment.

When Grandma came out with a cup of water, she saw Zhu Wei watching intently, her body slightly leaning forward as if she wanted to stare two big holes into the TV screen.

“Vivi, what’s up with the show?”

“I suddenly remembered something.”

Zhu Wei took a sip of water, replayed the segment, and studied Daddy Yiming’s micro-expressions with a frown.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t an expert in reading micro-expressions and couldn’t find any clues. But the rights issue happened the day after the show, which was too coincidental.

Zhu Wei stared at Daddy Yiming’s noble face, which didn’t seem like an ordinary person’s demeanor, definitely capable of resolving this matter.

Thinking of this, she didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately picked up her phone.

–

At the Bo Family Mansion.

A group of people stood in the Chinese-style kitchen.

Wen Cishu was beside Master Chef, listening to him explain how to cook.

Next to them were Aunt Zhong, Uncle Xu, and two other chefs, all a bit nervous, afraid he might make a mistake.

Master Chef instructed, “Sir, first learn to heat the pan with cold oil. One, it won’t splash too much oil when you add the ingredients; two, the oil temperature is lower, making it healthier; three, there’s less smoke.”

Wen Cishu nodded, seriously taking notes.

Aunt Zhong said, “I think cold dishes are also good.”

Uncle Xu agreed, “Yes, yes, cold dishes are better.”

Wen Cishu turned his head, “Aunt Zhong, Uncle Xu, you two go out and get busy. There are three chefs here.”

Luckily, the kitchen was big enough; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough room for so many people.

Aunt Zhong took a step back, “You learn, you learn, we won’t say anything.”

Every day, the mansion’s three chefs formed a team. Today, they had already discussed the plan early, knowing that Sir wanted to learn to cook, and had prepared the ingredients in advance.

They were teaching how to stir-fry broccoli with shrimp. The large shrimp had been deveined and marinated, and the fresh broccoli and minced garlic were already cut.

Wen Cishu looked at it and said, “You’ve already cut everything? Then I…”

Can this still be considered cooking by myself?

Master Chef calmly explained, “Today, we’re learning the basics of stir-frying. Sir, don’t rush, take it slow.”

Wen Cishu nodded, “Hmm, okay.”

The ingredients were two identical portions, with two stoves, one for Master Chef and the other for Wen Cishu.

Considering precision, the pots, spatulas, and everything else were of the same style.

Wen Cishu followed Master Chef’s steps, from blanching the broccoli to heating the pan, adding oil, garlic, and shrimp.

The chefs kept an eye on the heat, so Wen Cishu didn’t make any unusual moves.

He flipped the ingredients with the spatula, and finally added the pre-prepared black pepper sauce, stirring it evenly.

Wen Cishu sighed inwardly, these people, fooling a child?!

But looking at the dish, it was similar to Master Chef’s, with bright colors and a fragrant aroma.

After all, it was his first time cooking, and it wasn’t burnt or overcooked. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment.

He took the hot towel handed by Aunt Zhong to wipe his hands, his eyes curved with a smile, “It seems to look pretty good.”

Master Chef explained, “When you first start cooking, the most important thing is that the ingredients are cooked and edible. As for the oil temperature, heat, and seasoning, those don’t matter. Once you get the hang of it, you can study those later.”

Wen Cishu took the chopsticks, smiling and nodding, “Master Chef makes a good point.”

He was about to pick up the dish when an arm stopped him, “Uncle Xu?”

Uncle Xu held chopsticks, “Sir, let me try.”

Aunt Zhong also showed her chopsticks, “Yes, we’ll try first.”

Master Chef was confident.

“In theory, there shouldn’t be any problems. But it’s good for Old Xu to try.”

Uncle Xu thought indignantly: If Sir eats something bad, theoretically, is it your fault or mine?

He picked up a piece of shrimp.

Aunt Zhong picked up a small piece of broccoli.

Wen Cishu watched them chew slowly and couldn’t help but ask, “How is it? Is it cooked?”

Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong exchanged a glance, both smiling broadly.

“Delicious.”

“Really?”

Wen Cishu picked up a small piece of broccoli, tasted it, and it felt like a cooked dish with sauce flavor.

He then picked up Master Chef’s broccoli.

Even though they used the same tools, ingredients, and cooking methods, the taste was completely different.

Wen Cishu self-assessed, “My dish tastes like it’s been steamed and then mixed with sauce.”

Master Chef said, “For a first-time cook, this is already very good. Sir, take your time.”

Wen Cishu had no choice, he couldn’t immediately say he wanted to learn high-heat stir-frying.

Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu probably would carry him out one on each side.

At this moment, Bo Yiming rushed in like a whirlwind, shouting, “Little Dad, there’s a call for you!”

He handed the phone to Little Dad and, seeing the two dishes of shrimp and broccoli, was shocked, “Auntie said Little Dad was learning to cook, really?”

Wen Cishu realized it was a WeChat call from Zhu Wei.

He explained briefly and walked from the kitchen to the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Sister Wei?”

Zhu Wei said, “Daddy Yiming, I have a personal matter I want to… ask you about.”

“No need to be so formal, just say it.” Wen Cishu walked slowly.

Zhu Wei then laid out her situation.

In fact, Wen Cishu had already forgotten about this matter. While she explained the ins and outs, he immediately switched to Bo Tingyuan’s WeChat and sent a message.

[Did you handle Zhu Wei’s matter from the show?]

Wen Cishu wasn’t sure of Zhu Wei’s intention for calling, but he hoped to get a clear answer from Bo Tingyuan first.

So he congratulated Zhu Wei and chatted about looking forward to her future concerts.

Fortunately, Bo Tingyuan replied promptly.

[It’s been taken care of.]

[I forgot to mention it to you.]

Wen Cishu: [No problem.]

[Thank you!]

On the phone, Zhu Wei cautiously asked, “Daddy Yiming, if it was you who helped me, you must let me know. This is too important to me.”

With a clear answer, Wen Cishu didn’t hide it, “It was Yiming’s big dad who handled it. But Sister Wei, as long as things went smoothly, there’s no need to thank us specially.”

“But… how can that be?” Zhu Wei was suddenly excited, “You’re my benefactor. No, your whole family is.”

Wen Cishu rubbed his ear, why did it sound like she was scolding him?

He gently and slowly said, “Sister Wei, have you been too busy these days and not resting well? I can hear your voice is a bit hoarse. I still want to go to your concert with Yiming and his big dad. You can’t wear out your voice.”

“I won’t, I won’t, I’ll go to sleep right away.” Zhu Wei choked up, “Daddy Yiming, I want… I want to do something for you.”

Wen Cishu could tell this matter was indeed like a huge stone pressing on her heart, and now that it was resolved, she was inevitably at a loss.

“Invite me to your concert.”

Zhu Wei knew he probably wasn’t someone who expected anything in return, so she thought and said, “How about this? I’ll share the profits from my concert with you, otherwise, I can’t live with my conscience.”

Wen Cishu immediately said, “I definitely can’t take the money.”

Zhu Wei knew he wouldn’t lack money and was a bit troubled.

“But I’m someone who knows gratitude, I can’t just accept your kindness for nothing.”

Wen Cishu was moved by her voice and couldn’t help but speak his mind.

“Sister Wei, I’ve been in poor health, and since I was young, I never had any ambitions. I really admire people with careers and dreams, so just do your best.”

Zhu Wei cautiously asked, “Daddy Yiming, I’ve never asked, what’s wrong with you? Can you tell me?”

Wen Cishu chuckled, “Congenital heart disease. But it’s better now, I can even go out and participate in shows, so don’t worry about me.”

“But you’re so open-minded.”

Zhu Wei couldn’t imagine how someone with a heart condition from a young age could adapt and become so optimistic and gentle, even being kind to everyone.

Wen Cishu didn’t want her to get too emotional, so he didn’t say much and urged her to rest.

Zhu Wei, holding back her choked voice, changed the subject and said decisively, “Daddy Yiming, don’t say you have no ambitions or career. Listen to Sister Wei.”

“Okay.” Wen Cishu stood a bit straighter, looking serious. “I’m listening.”

Zhu Wei said, “How about this, I’ll give you shares in my studio, you don’t have to invest any money. From now on, we’ll work on our careers together, okay?”

Wen Cishu was taken aback.

Honestly, in all his life, no one had ever said “let’s work on our careers together” to him.

He slightly furrowed his brows, smiled gently, and said in a calm voice, “Sure.”

After the call ended, Wen Cishu stood in the garden for a while, then took a deep breath and slowly turned back to the kitchen.

“Hmm? Where’s my dish?”

Aunt Zhong said, “Yiming took it to the dining room to eat.”

Wen Cishu was speechless, “This kid isn’t picky.”

Aunt Zhong said, “He’s had a good appetite since he was young, otherwise how could he grow so strong?”

That’s true.

Wen Cishu thought this little monkey went on the show and even enjoyed eating steamed sweet potatoes.

It seems it’s not just because he’s growing, he’s naturally easy to feed.

In the dining room.

Bo Yiming was using a tablet to video call Big Dad.

He picked up the dish and showed it from all angles.

“Big Dad, look, this is what Little Dad learned to cook for the first time.”

“Just made it.”

“Still steaming hot.”

After saying that, he didn’t give Big Dad a chance to react and directly hung up the video.

Wen Cishu, who had just walked into the dining room: “…?”

What’s going on?

Does he think the relationship between the two dads is too harmonious and wants to stir things up?

He rushed forward, startling Aunt Zhong, who reminded him, “Walk slowly.”

Bo Yiming saw Little Dad appear and praised with a grin, “Little Dad, the shrimp you made is really delicious, even better than Uncle Zhou’s.”

Wen Cishu was stern one moment and smiling the next.

“…Really? Is it true? You like Little Dad’s cooking?”

“Yes.” Bo Yiming nodded vigorously and picked up another shrimp, “Super delicious.”

Wen Cishu looked at the video he hung up and thought: Little monkey, little monkey, you’re testing the waters at the “boarding school” gate.

While they were talking, Uncle Xu approached with a troubled expression, “Sir, Big Young Master just called me.”

“Hmm?”

Wen Cishu looked at him.

Bo Yiming also looked over, “Grandpa Xu, what did Big Dad say?”

Uncle Xu said, “Big Young Master said Sir shouldn’t go into the kitchen anymore, it’s not safe. He asked us to keep an eye on it.”

Wen Cishu ruffled the little monkey’s hair, “Look at the trouble you’ve caused!”

Bo Yiming looked at the dish in front of him with surprise and excitement, “Doesn’t that mean I’m the only one who got to eat Little Dad’s first and only dish? Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, I need to call Big Dad again!”

Wen Cishu held his forehead: Send him to France, this time he definitely won’t stop him.