The new season of “The Baby is Superman” has officially started its first live broadcast. Fans of the show, parent-child variety enthusiasts, and fans of the celebrity guests have all tuned in on time. The host of the program group is introducing the location for this episode. 

It’s a garden farm on the outskirts of the city, with a lake and fields. The drone camera captures a bird’s-eye view of the tranquil land. Half of the farm is surrounded by a lake, while the other side features tall, straight cedar trees and a large garden with a dozen types of flowers swaying in the wind. Golden wheat sways in a small rice field, and there are free-range chickens and ducks on the lawn, with a large orchard dotted with ripe fruits in shades of orange, red, and yellow. 

Four slanted-roof, floor-to-ceiling wooden buildings come into view, all facing an open central courtyard. As the camera quickly pans over the wooden houses and courtyard, viewers can clearly see that these are the resting and meal preparation areas for the four groups of guests. 

[Wow, the autumn farm looks so beautiful] 

[Are the guests here for a vacation? Another 2.08 million paid trip?] 

[Not interested, no big stars, I’m out] 

[I’ll wait and see all the guests before deciding] 

As viewers start leaving comments and discussions, the first group of guests appears. It’s a female singer with an artsy and pure image, Zhu Wei, and her five-year-old daughter, Rongrong. The mother and daughter both push their suitcases and wave at the camera with smiles. Rongrong clings tightly to her mom, unsure of which camera to look at, appearing a bit nervous. 

[Rongrong looks so much like her mom~ Such a clean and pure vibe, she’ll be an artsy goddess in the future~] 

[Guessed right away that Rongrong is Zhu Wei’s daughter, her features are like a copy-paste] 

The second group of guests is a member of a boy band, Zhou Xu. The little one in his arms is about four years old, named Xiao Qi. With a round head and big eyes like copper bells, Xiao Qi stares directly at the camera without blinking. 

[Oh my, Xiao Qi, what’s up with you? Don’t you blink?] 

[Xiao Qi is actually from Zhou Xu’s family? I thought it was a non-celebrity group, sorry, ee apologizes to the cute baby] 

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu have performed together before, so they are old acquaintances and start chatting softly upon meeting. 

The third group of guests, Chu Han, wearing sunglasses, appears with her seven-year-old son, Xingxing, waving enthusiastically: “Hello, we’re here!” Chu Han debuted as a film queen, married her first love at a young age, and has been low-key ever since. It’s rare for her to participate in a show with her son. 

[Ah, I can’t understand why Chu Han got married so early] 

[Xingxing is seven? Doesn’t look like it, he seems about the same height as my six-year-old nephew] 

[I’m shocked, I totally guessed wrong, I thought Xingxing was a non-celebrity. (Whispering, he didn’t inherit Chu Han’s beauty)] 

[He hasn’t grown into his looks yet, kids at six or seven aren’t fully developed, don’t rush] 

[The oldest and most handsome Yi Ming among the kids is actually from the non-celebrity group?] 

[The tall, beautiful mom from the parent group teaser, she looks so classy, no wonder she has a handsome son like Yi Ming] 

As the audience is in heated discussion, the excited Bo Yiming pushes two huge suitcases towards the camera. Behind the cheerful boy is a slowly approaching figure, wearing a black wide-brimmed sun hat, also pushing a large suitcase. 

[Yi Ming’s mixed-race looks really keep me glued, I want a handsome son too!] 

[I want one too, I’ll send him to be a child model at three to earn money for me (devil whispers)] 

The figure in the distant camera wears a V-neck linen shirt, with an extra loose and flowing hem. Although the face isn’t clear, the elegant and gentle aura is palpable from the slender figure. The screen introduces them as [Yi Ming]/[Yi Ming’s Dad]. 

[Oh my, it’s the dad! I vaguely saw waist-length hair in the teaser, jet black, very beautiful] 

[I guessed wrong, I thought it was the mom! But suddenly, I’m strangely interested, anyone else?] 

[Haha, me too…] 

As the figure slowly approaches the camera, a gust of wind lifts his hem. In the distance on the screen, under the blue sky and white clouds, a flock of birds takes flight from the cedar forest. The audience finally sees the porcelain-white cheeks and clear jawline under the hat brim. As he raises his hand to adjust the hat, the slightly upturned phoenix eyes add a stunning brightness to the already flawless face. Instantly, the live screen is filled with screams that cover the camera. 

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh] 

[Oh my god! Beautiful dad?] 

[Good-looking people come with their own atmosphere and bgm, right? That scene just now was too fresh and artistic!] 

[Am I hallucinating? The program group calls such a stunning, outstanding person a non-celebrity?] 

[Are the entertainment industry agents blind? This classic beauty, truly androgynous, hasn’t debuted?] 

[Don’t doubt it, they’ve been blind for a while.] 

Among the guests, Zhu Wei looks at the newcomer and asks the question on the audience’s mind in shock: “Are you… the child’s dad?” On the other side, Chu Han, who was about to drink mineral water, stops her hand. She also looks at the 1.5-meter-tall young boy in surprise, “Little one, you’re nine?” 

How can anyone believe that a young man who looks in his early twenties is the father of a nine-year-old child? Everyone is collectively shocked. 

Bo Yiming has been excited since morning, and now that he’s officially on the show, he’s even more thrilled. He nods vigorously: “Yeah! Hello, Auntie!” Zhu Wei’s daughter Rongrong, with her little head tilted, looks at this adult who exceeds her understanding of beauty and asks blankly, “Mom, what should I call him?” 

Xiao Qi, who was nestled in Zhou Xu’s arms, also leans over, blinking: “And Xiao Qi?” 

“This is my little dad.” Bo Yiming’s eyes dart around as he scratches his head: “You can call him…” 

The soft and cute Xiao Qi, with eyes like grapes, looks at the gentle Wen Cishu and opens his mouth, calling out in a baby voice: “Little dad?” 

Rongrong is the first to laugh: “Pfft…” 

She shyly leans closer to her mom. Everyone laughs. 

[Starting off with a big move of recognizing a beauty as dad, huh?] 

[Alright, alright, not surprised by a four-year-old confidently wetting the bed] 

[Did anyone see Zhou Xu’s staggered expression! Five minutes into the show, the son wants to run away… hilarious] 

Zhou Xu didn’t expect his little son to call out like that, quickly lowering his head to say: “Xiao Qi, you can’t randomly call someone dad. This is Yi Ming’s dad.” 

“Just call me uncle.” Wen Cishu smiles gently at the two kids, “Hello, Rongrong, hello, Xiao Qi.” Then he turns to the more silent seven-year-old boy, “And Xingxing, hello.” 

Xingxing nods politely. He notices the strands of hair falling from under the uncle’s hat, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. 

As the guests are getting to know each other, the farm’s gate slowly closes. The program group’s PD waves frantically: “Goodbye, guests! We’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon!” 

“Huh?” Zhou Xu looks over in confusion, seeing no one from the program group. 

“Are we living here alone?” 

Chu Han, participating in a reality show live broadcast for the first time, is particularly surprised: “Isn’t there anyone? What about the game rules?” 

Xingxing, who had been silent, suddenly speaks: “Mom, this isn’t a game, it’s a life observation.” He casually points in several directions, “They’re all filming.” 

[Hmm? But… the camera just showed the kitchen, and it was empty] 

[Logically, shouldn’t they give everyone money? How will they eat?] 

[Farm survival challenge? Are they going to have to kill chickens and ducks themselves?] 

[Wow, I like the simple and straightforward program setup!] 

As Xingxing finishes speaking, a figure taller than him suddenly jumps in. 

Bo Yiming enthusiastically says: “Xingxing, you’re amazing!” 

Xingxing glances at the handsome older brother, his eyes slightly wary as he takes a step back. 

Chu Han explains on his behalf: “Yi Ming, Xingxing is a bit introverted, don’t mind him.” 

Xingxing subtly purses his lips, seemingly not agreeing with his mom’s words. 

Bo Yiming shakes his head: “It’s okay, I’m very outgoing.” He turns his face to ask, “Right, little dad?” 

Wen Cishu smiles and nods: “Yes, our Yi Ming is outgoing, cheerful, and lively.” 

“Hehe!” Bo Yiming hears his little dad’s words and proudly lifts his chin. 

[What’s this kid showing off about?] 

[I like Yi Ming’s outgoing personality] 

[Even if he wasn’t outgoing, you’d still like him (you look at the face, I know)] 

[Hahahahaha, I’m dying of laughter, me too…] 

– 

Outside the farm, there’s a road leading to a villa, which is the temporary work point for the program group. In the parking lot near the farm, there are two silver-gray luxury nanny cars and a black private sedan. 

Albert, after communicating with the program group staff, returns to the nanny car. A few staff members watch him get in the car before starting a conversation. 

“Did you see that very tall man wearing a black mask?” 

“Are you talking about the one Yi Ming called big dad?” 

“Yeah, I took a closer look just now, he seems to be a foreigner? His eyes are greenish in the sunlight?” 

“Yi Ming said his dad is a first-generation mixed-race, and he’s a quarter mixed. It’s a bit different.” 

“I see.” 

Everyone originally thought that this Mr. Bo was here to send Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming for filming, but he didn’t leave. 

In fact, the other nanny car not only has an accompanying medical team but also the family butler and aunt, quite a big entourage. 

– 

Inside the first nanny car. 

Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong each hold a tablet, watching the show intently. 

Uncle Xu shakes his head: “Why is this wooden house so small? How will they sleep at night?” 

A young aunt nods beside him: “Exactly, what about meals?” 

Aunt Zhong frowns: “I’ll check later, if it’s not okay, we’ll send food from home.” 

She looks worriedly at the courtyard on the screen, which only has long tables and chairs, lacking everything else. 

Finally, she can’t hold back and bursts out, a bit angry: “Your eldest young master is really something, how could he let our second young master and Yi Ming come? He didn’t even check in advance?” 

The two aunts in the middle hear this and quietly shrink back. 

Uncle Xu instinctively wants to refute, opens his mouth, then sheepishly closes it. 

“The eldest young master indeed… didn’t think it through this time.” 

Doctor Lin in the back row smiles and raises his voice: “It’s good for Mr. Wen to get out and about, beneficial for his health. You two don’t get worked up.” 

Aunt Zhong can only take a deep breath, calm down, and continue watching. 

– 

In the other, more spacious nanny car. 

The area originally for seats has been converted into a small living room layout. 

The gold-edged white-patterned tabletop holds several documents. 

The suspended square car screen shows the live broadcast of “The Baby is Superman.” 

Next to it is another tablet, with only one figure on the screen — Wen Cishu. 

Bo Tingyuan sits in the seat, long legs crossed, fingers interlocked in front of him. 

Behind the glasses, his green eyes quietly watch the person with a face like a spring breeze. 

Albert notices Bo Tingyuan’s expression. 

In this moment, he seems to read a hint of indescribable… reverence from Mr. Bo’s gaze towards Mr. Wen. 

But as he appears, Bo Tingyuan’s eyes slightly shift. 

Albert can’t help but doubt himself. 

Was it just his illusion? 

He hands over several documents: “Mr. Bo, the program group has modified some terms and added an additional compensation agreement.” 

Bo Tingyuan takes it, flips through, finds no issues, and hands the documents back, speaking in English: [Give it to Mr. Wen after the show ends.] 

Albert, for the first time, clasps his hands behind his back: [I suspect Mr. Wen would be happier receiving the documents from you than from me?] 

Bo Tingyuan slightly raises his eyes, staring at Albert. 

This sculpted face, every line is particularly sharp, the expression inscrutable. 

A momentary pressure gathers in the air. 

Fortunately, Albert has worked with him for many years, with exceptional stress tolerance, his gaze unwavering, firmly holding his ground. 

Finally, Bo Tingyuan’s sharp eyelids lower, continuing to watch the person on the screen with a gentle smile, as he lightly rubs the white jade bamboo joint bracelet with his fingertips, his thin lips faintly saying: “Is that so?” 

It doesn’t seem like he’s confirming with Albert, more like he’s asking Wen Cishu himself in the camera.