Dudu followed Ye Fan, patting his round belly. “I’m not a little pig—I’m Dudu!”

Standing on a small stool, Dudu looked up at Ye Fan, his clear, wide eyes filled with confusion.

Ye Fan held back a laugh, teasing him on purpose. “But Dudu loves to eat so much. Doesn’t that make you a little pig?”

Hands on his hips, his tiny body standing tall, Dudu pouted. “I’m not a little pig. I’m Dudu. I’m Dudu!”

He repeated it several times, firmly emphasizing his point.

His big, round eyes stayed locked on Ye Fan, his expression serious—utterly convinced that he was not, in fact, a pig.

Ye Fan chuckled and pinched his chubby little chin. “Alright, alright. You’re not a pig.”

But then, in his soft, milky voice, Dudu asked. “If I turned into a little pig, would Mommy still love me?”

His eyes shimmered with anticipation as he gazed at Ye Fan, waiting for her answer.

Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous he looked. Bending down to scoop him up, she saw Dudu eagerly stretch out his arms, ready for a hug.

Ye Fan planted several quick kisses on Dudu’s chubby cheeks. “No matter what, Mommy will always love you.”

She then set him down just outside the bathroom. “Dudu, go play for a bit. Mommy needs to clean up first.”

The bathroom floor was wet from their bath and brushing their teeth earlier. If she didn’t dry it, Dudu might slip and fall.

Obediently, Dudu turned and walked away.

Only after making sure he had left did Ye Fan crouch down to start mopping the floor.

But just a few seconds later, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders—two small, pudgy arms had wrapped around her from behind.

Dudu, who had just walked out, had come back. He pressed himself against her back, resting his little face against her neck.

Then, in a soft, sweet voice, he planted a tiny kiss on her ear. “Me too.”

“As long as it’s Mommy, I’ll always love you.”

Ye Fan’s heart melted, her eyes filled with warmth.

Ye Fan suddenly spoke. “Dudu, hold onto Mommy’s neck.”

Trusting her completely, Dudu obediently clasped his little hands together around her neck.

With one hand supporting his chubby bottom, Ye Fan stood up in one swift motion.

Carrying Dudu on her back, she quickened her pace and ran into the bedroom. Wanting to make him laugh, she spun around several times on the spot.

Dudu, feeling like he was flying, burst into giggles.

When his laughter finally subsided, Ye Fan gently placed him onto the big bed. But Dudu wasn’t ready to let go—his little hands still clung tightly to her neck.

“Mommy, I can fly!”

Reluctantly, he nuzzled against her cheek before finally releasing his grip. Then, full of excitement, he stood up on the bed, bouncing up and down, his tiny feet kicking with joy as his laughter filled the room.

Seeing how happy he was, Ye Fan didn’t stop him.

After a few jumps, Dudu suddenly threw himself at her, nestling into her arms and burrowing closer, as if he wanted to melt right into her embrace.

After a long while, Dudu finally lifted his head, his bright, sparkling eyes filled with curiosity. He looked at Ye Fan and asked. “Mommy, how are you so amazing?”

Ye Fan thought for a moment, unsure how to answer. She couldn’t exactly tell Dudu that, honestly, any adult could do what she just did.

Gently patting his head, she smiled. “Maybe it’s because I’m Dudu’s mommy.”

“And because Dudu is amazing, that makes me amazing too.”

Dudu’s smile grew even wider, completely satisfied with her answer. Snuggling under the covers, he curled up cozily.

Ye Fan dimmed the lights and placed a small, clean cloth over his eyes.

She had noticed that as long as Dudu was covered with something carrying her scent, he would fall asleep quickly. Ever since discovering that, she had set aside several pieces of clothing she no longer wore—just for him.

Once Dudu was sound asleep, Ye Fan gently removed the piece of clothing.

The night was quiet. In the stillness of the room, the soft sound of Dudu’s tiny snores filled the air. His little belly rose and fell with each breath.

…

As time passed, Undercover on the Bund was nearing its grand finale.

To mark the occasion, a popular streaming platform launched a special event: “Watch the Final Episode with the Lead Cast!”

On the night of the finale, the show’s main actors gathered for a live broadcast, interacting with fans as they watched the last episode together.

As expected, Tang Jin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she sat at home, staring at her computer screen, unable to suppress her frustration.

Among the guests in the livestream were a few veteran actors and some fresh faces. To please the audience, Ye Fan and He Han were seated next to each other.

Ye Fan kept her look simple—minimal makeup, understated yet effortlessly elegant.

He Han, as always, remained composed and unreadable. His expression was indifferent, his demeanor calm. Even in front of the camera, no one could tell what he was thinking.

The finale followed the two protagonists as they secured critical documents, only to find themselves in grave danger before ultimately escaping.

On-screen, Tang Jin’s face appeared—her expression serious, her performance polished yet visibly demanding.

However, every action sequence in this episode had been filmed by Ye Fan. The car chases, gunfights, and narrow escapes had all required grueling late-night shoots, leaving her covered in bruises.

By now, this wasn’t just insider knowledge within the production team—every viewer was well aware of it.

After the episode ended, the host activated the live comment feed, allowing the cast to see what the audience had to say.

“Ye Fan did all the action scenes herself—her dedication is unreal! Honestly, knowing what Tang Jin did just makes her look even worse. Her scenes with He Han felt so off.”

“Tang Jin isn’t even here. Can we just enjoy the show and stop bringing up unnecessary drama?”

“She did use a stunt double. No point in her fans trying to cover it up now.”

“…”

The host smiled. “We’ve gathered some questions from the audience—there’s a lot they’d like to ask you all.”

His gaze shifted toward Ye Fan and He Han, his smile deepening slightly.

The host asked, “What was it like filming intimate scenes?”

Ye Fan froze for a moment, caught off guard and unsure how to respond.

He Han reacted quickly. “That’s not a fair question for a woman.”

His tone was calm and matter-of-fact, as if he were merely smoothing over an awkward moment, with no particular emotion behind it.

Then, his lips curled slightly, and he added. “It felt good.”

His deep, slightly raspy voice carried a casual tone, but beneath the surface, there was a subtle meaning that no one could quite grasp.

“Ahhh! Did I hear that right?!”

“Is He Han… confessing?!”

Before the frenzy could escalate, He Han spoke again.

“Is that the answer everyone was hoping for?”

He curved his lips into a smile, as if his previous words had been nothing more than a joke.

At that moment, the live chat exploded, flooding the screen with comments.

“He Han is seriously the best—he spoils his fans so much!”

“I don’t care if he was joking or not, I’m shipping this CP no matter what!”

“…”

The next few questions weren’t too difficult, and Ye Fan answered them with ease.

Then came the next segment—where the cast members had to take turns reading online comments about themselves.

The catch? Every comment had been pre-selected by the show’s producers, and the actors weren’t allowed to refuse.

The veteran actor remained unfazed, reading every comment with a calm, effortless composure.

Meanwhile, a young actress, still relatively new to the industry, had to smile through gritted teeth as she read harsh criticisms about herself.

When it was Ye Fan’s turn, the host handed her a comment with a playful smirk. “Remember, you can’t refuse.”

Ye Fan glanced down at the paper. It was obvious this was from a CP fan. Her expression remained calm—she was just doing her job.

Her voice was clear and cool, carrying a natural elegance that made every word sound pleasant.

“I’ve rewatched Ye Fan and He Han’s scenes so many times—their chemistry is unreal…”

She paused briefly, then continued reading.

“They feel so natural together, like a real couple.”

But the audience wasn’t satisfied—they wanted something spicier. Comments flooded in, urging the show to up the drama.

The host chuckled. “No need to rush, everyone. Our leading man hasn’t read his yet.”

With that, he handed the next comment to He Han.

“He Han, this is what the fans want you to read.”

He Han glanced at the comment, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then, ever so subtly, let a meaningful smile curl at his lips.

The live chat instantly exploded, filling the screen.

“Wait—that expression?! What kind of comment did he get?!”

“Why am I thinking things I shouldn’t? Covering my face in shame!”

“I have a very bad feeling about this… Brace yourselves, everyone, this one’s gonna be wild!”

Ye Fan caught the change in He Han’s expression and had a strong hunch—whatever was written on his comment had to be far more outrageous than hers.

Sensing her gaze, He Han lifted his head slowly and met her eyes for a brief moment.

There was a flicker of amusement in his deep gaze, something unreadable passing through his expression.

Then, without lingering, he looked away and turned toward the camera, addressing the eager audience watching from their screens.

“Since it’s what the audience wants, I’ll make sure to fulfill their request.”

Viewers watching the live stream held their breath, eagerly staring at the screen where the usually composed, reserved He Han sat.

The room fell completely silent—everyone was waiting to see how He Han would react.

He Han looked down at the comment in his hand.

His demeanor remained cool and aloof, and as his deep voice filled the room, it was calm, deliberate—unhurried, yet strangely confident.

“My favorite scene was the one where we… consummated.”

The words slipped out of He Han’s mouth casually, yet somehow still carried a hint of restraint. His face, however, remained completely unchanged.

Ye Fan thought to herself that He Han was truly someone who had weathered the storms of the entertainment industry. To remain so calm in the face of such a comment was impressive.

She kept her gaze on He Han, admiring his composed demeanor.

In the live stream, the host and other cast members all turned to look at Ye Fan, but she maintained a faint smile on her face.

She knew full well that in the entertainment world, anything could happen. In front of the camera, one had to keep a steady, calm mindset.

The host’s reaction was exaggerated, but He Han seemed completely unbothered.

He Han paused, his eyes scanning the comment before looking up at the camera. The audience felt like he might be gauging their reactions.

After a brief moment, He Han lowered his eyes again, focusing on the comment in his hand. It was as if a sliver of sunlight was beginning to melt the ice of winter, and the frost on his face gradually thawed.

The faintest of smiles curved his lips as he continued reading the comment, still with the same impassive expression.

“I’ve rewatched the scene over and over again…”

And then, the live chat erupted.

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