Bo Yiming’s passionate speech, full of youthful ignorance, left Wen Cishu wondering if it had stirred any ambition in Zhou Xu. But as a parent, it got him thinking about something new.

After the guests did their best to restore the farm, the first episode of “The Baby is Superman” was coming to an end. While packing in the room, Wen Cishu noticed his son suddenly pulling out a bag from who knows where and putting it in the suitcase.

“Yiming, what’s this?” 

Bo Yiming replied sulkily, “I took a little souvenir home.”

Before Wen Cishu could reach out, he saw that the bag contained a few muddy little potatoes. The little guy looked as pitiful as a puppy, unexpectedly cute at the moment.

Bo Yiming asked nervously, “Little Dad, you’re not going to make me put them back, are you?”

“Well, you should be able to take them,” Wen Cishu said, taking the bag and placing it in the suitcase’s gap. “If the program group asks, Daddy will explain.”

“Great!” Bo Yiming happily tilted his head, leaning on Little Dad’s shoulder, his eyes sparkling as a thought crossed his mind.

[Yiming, don’t worry, the program group won’t be that stingy!]

[I thought it was something else, but it’s this… alright, only you would take this as a souvenir.]

[Hey, wife, don’t spoil the son so much! He’s about to stand on the table!]

[You’re just jealous! Humph~]

Once all three suitcases were packed with clothes and supplies, the father and son were about to leave when they felt something was off. They exchanged glances, staring at each other for a few seconds.

Wen Cishu asked, “Yiming, did you forget something?”

“No, how about you, Little Dad?”

Bo Yiming turned to look at the room; he had already thrown some toiletries into the trash bag, which was in his hand. Everything was perfect, no omissions.

“Then let’s go.”

Wen Cishu smiled relaxedly, closed the door, and left the room with his son, pushing the suitcase.

[Hey, hey, you’re not taking those comfy four-piece sets?]

[How did you fill three suitcases just now?]

[Wife carefully separated worn and unworn clothes into different suitcases but forgot to flatten them, so the suitcases got filled up.]

[With a face that looks so smart, but in life, you’re a muddlehead? Wife, with your self-care skills, you really need me!]

[Should the program group remind them? Wife and Yiming seem to have completely forgotten about it…]

[Suddenly want to pick up the leftovers (sneakily crawl into the bed with wife’s scent)]

[Hey? Don’t say it, really don’t say it… take me with you!]

–

In the courtyard.

The guests had all packed their luggage, ready to leave together. Xiao Qi pouted, and Rongrong’s eyes drooped. Only Xingxing looked the same as when he first arrived yesterday.

The adults’ comforting words were useless, as Rongrong sadly clutched her mom’s clothes, wiping her red eyes.

Wen Cishu comforted, “We’ll play together again next week, Rongrong, don’t be sad.”

Bo Yiming bent down, took a potato wrapped in a napkin from his coat pocket, and handed it to Rongrong. The little girl, who had been sobbing, immediately widened her eyes.

Bo Yiming said matter-of-factly, “This is our souvenir, just hold onto it, little sister.”

Then he turned around and took out potatoes from his other pocket and pants pocket, distributing them to Xingxing and Xiao Qi in the same way.

“Xiao Qi is the youngest, so you get the biggest potato.”

“Xingxing, take this cat head one!” Bo Yiming waved the potato in front of him, “Isn’t it super cute?! Just like Xingxing.”

Xingxing: ==

He reached out to hold the round potato, which indeed had two eye-like spots.

“It’s clearly a puppy.”

[No wonder Yiming always says he’s cute, it’s true!!!!]

[Such a great Yiming brother, makes this sister’s heart feel warm.]

Wen Cishu was silent, “Yiming, didn’t you take a bit too much?”

Bo Yiming chuckled, jumping to Little Dad’s side, “Didn’t Little Dad say if the program group asks, Little Dad will explain?!”

Wen Cishu: Very well, very well!

With Bo Yiming, who was good at lightening the mood, the atmosphere of parting wasn’t so heavy. He bounced along, pushing the suitcase, “We’ll play together again next week!”

Chu Han said, “It might not be here next time.”

“Wow, that’s great.” Bo Yiming was even happier, “Xingxing’s mom, do you know where we’ll go?”

Chu Han shook her head, “Auntie doesn’t know either.”

[Hmm? A new live broadcast location? Starting to tease us already?]

[When today’s task was to restore the farm, I felt we wouldn’t come here next time.]

[Why is no one reminding about the four-piece set? It’s driving me crazy.]

[Four-piece set: Woohoo, we’re free~]

Everyone walked to the farm gate, counting down to open the door and leave.

Bo Yiming urged Xingxing, “You have to call brother, okay?”

Xingxing didn’t respond.

Wen Cishu rubbed the child’s head, “Yiming, Xingxing might be busy too?”

Xingxing raised his face, “Uncle, I’m not busy.”

Wen Cishu was taken aback, realizing he misunderstood, “Oh, okay.”

Bo Yiming proudly lifted his chin, “Little Dad, see, Xingxing likes me a lot, right?”

Wen Cishu thought of the original story, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. —The character relationships seem to be getting more complicated.

Half a minute later, the farm gate opened, and the cameraman appeared with the camera. The program group PD prompted, “Please say goodbye to the audience, everyone. See you next time~”

On the live broadcast screen, the audience could clearly see each group of guests holding hands as they walked past the camera.

When it was Wen Cishu’s turn, Bo Yiming stood on tiptoe to block the camera, seriously saying, “Everyone, remember to like me, vote for me, so I can debut.”

Wen Cishu: “…”

Laughter filled the air between the guests and staff ahead.

[Little rascal, you blocked my wife, Little Dad! I’m so mad, it’s the last shot, ahhhhhh.]

[Yiming!! You’re nine years old, be more sensible!]

[What kind of vote is this show asking for, you little guy?]

[Hahaha, holding my dry yogurt bowl, laughing so hard I almost choked.]

–

The vehicles picking up the three celebrity guests and their family cars were parked in another area. People didn’t chat with each other but all noticed the super luxurious RV and black sedan.

Inside one car were Zhou Xu’s assistant and driver.

The driver curiously asked, “Are they from the program group?”

The assistant replied, “I just asked the program group, they said it’s Yiming’s family. Apparently, they didn’t leave yesterday and have been parked here.”

The driver was surprised, “Waited all night?”

The assistant nodded, “I think Yiming and his dad must have a very good background. But they’re both so casual, you can’t tell at all.”

In today’s entertainment industry, there are too many people who act arrogant with a bit of money, while the wealthy keep a low profile, which is surprising.

The driver laughed, “Then this Yiming, asking for audience votes? His family could just debut him. This kid… is quite amusing.”

The assistant recalled Bo Yiming’s passionate speech to Zhou Xu in the afternoon, and Zhou Xu’s slightly complicated expression at the time.

“I wonder if Brother Xu took it to heart.”

The driver remained silent; Zhou Xu had been in a slump for the past two years. It’s unlikely a child’s words would change that, but who knows?

Everyone held onto a glimmer of hope.

Just as the driver was lost in thought, the assistant suddenly slapped him, startling him.

“Look! Look! Is that Yiming’s big dad?!”

The driver quickly craned his neck to look, seeing a tall man in a black suit, wearing a black mask, through a row of green trees.

Above the mask, his thick eyebrows and deep eyes exuded authority and a commanding presence.

As the slender Wen Cishu walked over, this man also approached him, his gaze lingering deeply on his face.

The two had a noticeable height and build difference, and their temperaments were distinctly different, making people want to take a closer look.

Behind Wen Cishu, Bo Yiming bounced along. Further back, bodyguards and assistants pushed the luggage.

Outside the RV, besides the man, there were several others with unclear identities, all smiling in welcome.

The driver was amazed, “So many people came?”

As he spoke, they saw an unexpected scene.

The tall man in the mask approached, bent down, and effortlessly picked up Wen Cishu, carrying him onto the luxurious RV.

His movements were so smooth and practiced, clearly something he was used to doing.

No one around showed any strange expressions, proving they were all accustomed to it.

Including Bo Yiming, who continued bouncing onto the RV.

The assistant turned to the driver, “Did you see that?”

The driver couldn’t believe it, “Did I see it wrong? This… such a good relationship?”

–

Inside the car.

After being carried into the seat, Wen Cishu’s hand was held by Bo Tingyuan, resting on the armrest between the two seats as he sat down.

Bo Tingyuan’s hand was broad, his palm warm and heavy, but what caught Wen Cishu’s attention was the simple ring of gold and platinum intertwined on his long ring finger.

Perhaps it had been worn for many years, and with the passage of time, the ring had a unique understated and gentle quality.

For the first time, Wen Cishu seriously observed this ring.

Where was his wedding ring?

Why didn’t he have any impression of it?

Wen Cishu’s fingertips moved slightly, then were held tighter, the warmth of their palms touching made him pause.

In the front row, Bo Yiming was sharing stories about the program group with Grandpa Xu, his voice lively and cheerful.

In the back row, the couple was unusually quiet.

Wen Cishu’s eyes glanced at his side profile, lost for words again?

Wasn’t he quite talkative last night, sending messages on the phone?

Bo Tingyuan noticed his expression, “Are you too tired? Rest when we get back.”

His tone was as usual, like a perfect partner who cared for the other half.

Wen Cishu slightly turned his face, looking into his deep green eyes behind the glasses, “You…”

Perhaps he hadn’t thought of what to say yet, his voice was as gentle as the evening breeze.

Bo Tingyuan gazed at his soft-featured face and slightly upturned phoenix eyes, leaning in a bit closer.

At this moment, Bo Yiming suddenly popped his head up, “Big Dad!”

“Hmm?” Bo Tingyuan’s brows furrowed slightly, responding in a deep voice, leaning back in the seat.

Wen Cishu seemed to hear a hint of irritation from being interrupted, feeling oddly guilty, and turned to look outside the car.

Bo Yiming leaned on the seatback, looking at his two dads in the back, suddenly acting coy and coquettish, “Big Dad, Grandpa Xu said you invited Master Chen to make roast goose at home.”

Bo Tingyuan said, “Yes, then sit properly. We’re heading home right away.”

Wen Cishu was about to look at his son when his fingers resting in the middle were pushed aside by another hand, then slowly interlocked with his.

He heard Bo Tingyuan’s serious voice talking to his son, while the delicate skin between his fingers was brushed by Bo Tingyuan’s skin and ring, unexpectedly stirring a strange feeling in his heart.

“Okay!” Bo Yiming happily plopped down, “Going home to eat roast goose~”

Bo Tingyuan turned his face to look at the person beside him, seemingly focused on the scenery outside, the line of his neck white and sexy, a few strands of hair accentuating a small mole on his neck, faintly visible.

His gaze lingered on the mole for a long time, finally, his right hand lifted, fingertips gently touching the silky smooth skin.

“Hmm?” Wen Cishu felt his fingertips brushing his skin, lifting his hair and tucking it behind his ear.

He turned his head, his gaze meeting his eyes.

When being intensely gazed at by these gem-like green eyes, Wen Cishu always felt a strong illusion of about to be submerged, his breath slowing.

Bo Tingyuan’s gaze shifted, landing on his slightly tired brows, speaking softly, “Rest when we get back.”

Wen Cishu’s slightly suspended heart settled again, “Oh.”

He responded blandly, then closed his eyes, feeling annoyed, and couldn’t help but try to pull his hand back.

As a result, his right hand was directly pulled over, placed on Bo Tingyuan’s leg.

Wen Cishu felt the man’s thumb pad rubbing back and forth on the back of his hand, intimate and ambiguous.

He suddenly remembered an important thing he almost forgot.

In the original setting, Bo Tingyuan had a hidden illness.

This illness was something Wen Cishu never knew about, not even Bo Yiming.

Wen Cishu’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, what kind of hidden illness was it?