World 1: Sinister Retired Third-Gen X Original Heroine’s Pitiful Coworker 23

In order to completely cure Huo Hanting’s obsessive and twisted personality, Fu Yu deliberately signed up to join a parenting reality show.

On the day the show premiered, the trending tag #HuoHantingHumanKeychain# exploded on the hot search rankings.

The production team had originally intended to present a heartwarming show about family life and parenting, but thanks to Huo Hanting’s almost possessive level of doting on his wife, the program completely derailed.

Huo Hanting and Fu Yu contributed to 98% of the season’s buzz—but what happened to the supposed parenting theme?

Well, literally no one cared.

Everyone was glued to the sugar-sweet couple edits of Huo Hanting and Fu Yu.

At 8 a.m., the director switched to the live feed from the master bedroom of the Huo household—

Just in time to capture Huo Hanting kneeling on one knee on the wool carpet, gently putting socks on Fu Yu’s ankles.

“You said last night those new shoes were hurting your feet,”
he said, brushing his fingers softly over the reddened skin on her ankle.
“I ordered twenty pairs of soft-soled shoes. They’ll arrive this afternoon.”

Fu Yu curled her toes lazily. Huo Hanting misunderstood her reaction as wanting to dodge him and immediately clamped her foot in place with the crook of his hand.

The surveillance mic picked up the sound of his throat swallowing, mixed with the soft rustling of clothes—like a large feline grooming its prey.

“Don’t move.”

He suddenly looked up. The neckline of his robe slipped open—

Revealing a deep red bite mark along his collarbone.

“Ah Yu, let’s stop filming, please? You know how hard it is for me to endure this.”

Fu Yu raised his chin with interest.
“This is your test.”
She hooked her toes over his shoulder.

The livestream bullet comments immediately exploded in shrieking chaos:

“HELP! Is this even allowed to air?!!”
“Girls, LOOK at the nightstand! Mr. Huo pre-warmed her cup with an insulating sleeve, and the straw is angled TOWARD HER!”
“Microscope sisters, I beg you to take me under your wing!”

The show cut to the commentary room just in time.

A psychology professor pushed up their glasses and analyzed: “This almost obsessive caregiving stems from an extreme lack of emotional security…”

“Come on!”
One of the female commentators laughed, cutting him off,
“Didn’t you see how much Sister Fu Yu is enjoying this? Honestly, Mr. Huo treats spoiling his wife like it’s his life’s calling.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, five-year-old Huo Yuan stood on tiptoes pulling blueberries, nuts, and yogurt from the fridge.

His sister, Huo Yuning, deftly climbed onto the counter and grabbed flour from the cabinet—they were preparing to make waffles.

The two porcelain-doll-like kids exchanged glances and then looked toward the bedroom, where their parents were still tangled up in PDA.

As Yuning whisked flour, she sighed,
“I bet Dad will kiss Mom seven times before he even remembers we exist.”

“Sweet babies, your internet mommies miss you so much, mwah mwah!”
“This couple is the DEFINITION of ‘the parents are the true love story; the kids were a happy accident!’”
“SOS, did no one else see the lipstick mark on Huo Hanting’s collarbone? Tell me I’m not the only one!”

The parenting breakfast challenge assigned by the production team completely collapsed at Huo Hanting’s house.

While other families were seriously teaching their kids to cook and bonding as a unit on camera—

Huo Hanting tossed the mission aside the moment Fu Yu casually said she felt like having coffee.

He immediately started grinding beans and brewing a fresh cup, totally forgetting the task at hand.

By the time he brought the coffee to the dining table—

There were already steak and soufflés beautifully plated.

Fu Yu ruffled the kids’ hair with a smile:
“Our babies are amazing!”

At that, Huo Hanting, looking deeply wronged, hugged her from behind and whined:
“What about me? Compliment me too.”

The live director’s hand slipped from laughter and accidentally cut to a full-room view.

Bullet comments went berserk:

“I swear I saw Huo Hanting shoot the kids a glare when she praised them instead of him!!”
“@NationalChildProtection Here’s a dad who sees his kids as romantic rivals!!”
“No drumsticks for you, Director! You had one job and fumbled the moment!”

Within days, their couple supertopic #HanyuAttacksTheHeart# soared past one million followers.

Top-tier fan edits flooded the homepage, with the most viral one coming from a behind-the-scenes moment.

Fu Yu was picking up seashells on the beach when Huo Hanting suddenly covered them both with his jacket.

The camera quickly turned away, respectfully.

In post-edit subtitles, the assistant PD clarified:
“President Huo was just shielding his wife from the wind—so sweet!”

But considering his history of sneaky kisses throughout the show, CP fans had every reason to believe—

Huo Hanting just wanted to steal another kiss.

A psychology professor tried confronting Huo Hanting, attempting calm analysis:
“This level of closeness leaves no personal space—it will eventually create problems.”

“Sir,” someone interjected, “You’re just bitter you’re not in a relationship like theirs.”

“Meanwhile, our livestream audience is voting for the husband they most want to steal—President Huo is in first place by a landslide!”

Back on camera, the Huo family continued their shoot.

That day’s theme was a poolside party, where the mission was for the family to collect passwords from NPCs around the beach.

While other families focused on completing the tasks—

Huo Hanting was entirely preoccupied with applying sunscreen to Fu Yu, leaving the two kids to carry the map and search for NPCs on their own.

When they found the first NPC, the challenge required:
Huo Hanting must carry Fu Yu and do three deep squats.

Fu Yu snapped her fingers. “Do it.”
Huo Hanting instantly took off his shirt.

But no one was paying attention to his abs or his athletic execution.

All eyes were glued to—

The tattoo over his lower abdomen: Fu Yu’s name.

“I’m DEAD. This is straight-up demon-attracting ink!”
“These two should just weld themselves together already—I brought my steel stamper to the beach!”

Watching this footage, Chen Manzi lost it and smashed her phone in rage.

All of this—should have been hers!

Huo Hanting had clearly been bewitched by Fu Yu—how else could he forget her?!

“Hey! That’s my phone! Are you nuts?!”

The stranger whose phone she had just shattered shouted angrily, demanding compensation.

A prison guard rushed in, grabbed Chen Manzi, and apologized profusely to the bystander.

Once the bystander found out Chen Manzi was a fugitive, they swallowed their frustration and just cursed their bad luck.

In the end, Chen Manzi was placed in a psychiatric facility.

She sat staring at a blank white wall, reminiscing about her past life with Huo Hanting.

She closed her eyes—

And pretended she was still the woman he loved and doted on.

That nothing had changed.

……

A very long time later, Huo Hanting sat in a rocking chair,

His aged voice recounting stories from his life.

The young man writing his memoirs removed his glasses and rubbed his temples.
“Mr. Huo, your stories are filled with Madam Fu Yu… but what about you? What’s your story?”

“Fu Yu… is the reason I exist.”

Even in his twilight years, Huo Hanting bent down out of habit—

And carefully put coral fleece socks on Fu Yu’s feet.

First World: Repair Complete —
Second World: Initializing —