Hearing Xingxing mention her full name, both Wen Cishu and the seasoned fans who know Chu Han well were equally shocked.

[Xingxing takes her mom’s surname? That can’t be right.]

[Whoa, did the goddess finally divorce that clueless first love?]

[Wasn’t Chu Han happily married to her first love? So she won Best Actress and immediately went home to be a housewife?]

[No way. That guy was just afraid Chu Han would become so famous he couldn’t keep up.]

[Really? I always thought Chu Han didn’t like the entertainment industry, but this…]

In the kitchen.

Zhu Wei was kneading dough. Seeing them return with eggs, she smiled and said, “Having eggs is great. Auntie will make a few different dishes with them.”

Bo Yiming placed the basket of eggs on the counter, “Auntie, we’ll go pick some other vegetables from the garden.”

“Alright, go ahead.” Zhu Wei pointed to the water, “If you’re thirsty, just grab some water to drink.”

Bo Yiming ran up, opened a bottle, and handed it to Xingxing. Then, noticing Auntie Zhu Wei didn’t have any water, he opened another bottle and placed it nearby.

“Auntie, we’re heading out.”

“Thank you, Yiming. Go on.” Zhu Wei smiled at the handsome boy, finding it hard not to like him.

Bo Yiming took Xingxing’s hand and started walking out.

Xingxing held the water bottle, “I can walk by myself.”

Bo Yiming stopped, “Auntie asked me to take good care of you, be good.” He reached out and patted Xingxing’s hair.

Xingxing leaned back, refusing to let him smooth her hair, but didn’t shake off Yiming’s warm hand.

[If Xiao Qi saw this, he’d definitely say: Hmph! You can’t avoid Yiming gege!]

[Hahaha, you’ve captured Xiao Qi’s essence perfectly.]

On the field path.

Wen Cishu was still in shock.

In the original story, Bo Yiming and Chu Hang’s interactions happened after they were adults.

Chu Hang’s appearance was also quite late.

What’s going on now? Will it affect their fate?

Wen Cishu’s biggest concern was that his son would repeat past mistakes.

But he couldn’t rashly “intervene,” so he decided to observe first.

Once the basket was half-filled with potatoes, Wen Cishu and Rongrong took them inside.

Rongrong noticed some mud on the back of her uncle’s clothes, quickly brushed it off, and then held his hand again.

She couldn’t help but look up and smile sweetly at her uncle.

Wen Cishu was careful not to step on the nearby greens and didn’t notice the little girl’s actions.

[Rongrong is such a sweet little sister~]

[Can’t imagine how stunning a daughter of the great beauty would be.]

[Like Yiming, a quarter Chinese-French mix? Hurry up and have one, I’m ready to be reborn.]

In another direction, Zhou Xu was also carrying Xiao Qi towards the kitchen.

In his basket were some leafy greens.

When Xiao Qi saw Wen Cishu, he raised a big green pepper with his little white hands and called out in a baby voice, “Little uncle~~”

Wen Cishu stopped to wait, pleasantly surprised, “Wow, Xiao Qi picked this?”

Xiao Qi looked at his gentle, smiling uncle and nodded contentedly, his little hands waving.

The four of them walked inside together.

Zhu Wei had already finished kneading the dough and was letting it rest.

Seeing her daughter’s joyful face, she asked, “Rongrong, was the vegetable garden fun?”

“Yes!” Rongrong ran to her mom’s side, “Mom, Xingxing gege’s mom said she went to pick chives.”

Zhou Xu turned around when he heard this, “This farm really has a lot of stuff, we won’t run out of food.”

Wen Cishu placed the potatoes by the sink and took Zhou Xu’s basket of vegetables.

“I can’t cook, so I’ll just wash things.”

He rolled up his already rolled-up sleeves a bit higher, revealing his long, fair arms. When his fingers touched the bracelet, he adjusted it slightly.

[Huh? The great beauty is wearing a beaded bracelet? I just noticed.]

[Me too, I can’t take my eyes off his face. Damn, I’m really not a pervert!]

[This is what the book describes as wrists like snow, the great beauty really gives me the feeling of fragrant sweat even when sweating.]

Zhou Xu said, “After Yiming’s dad washes, I’ll cut the vegetables. Wei jie, do you want to stir-fry or should I?”

Zhu Wei joked, “I think your chef god identity can’t be hidden anymore, you stir-fry. I’ll just make some dumpling filling, and when the dough is ready, we’ll make dumplings.”

Rongrong quietly opened the bowl covering the dough to check its condition. “Mom, I want to make dumplings too.”

“Okay.”

While washing the potatoes, Wen Cishu quietly glanced at everyone.

It seemed like it had been a long time since he felt such a strong sense of life.

In the Bo Family Mansion, the aunties were always busy, and he had never even been to the kitchen…

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the vegetable patch, Bo Yiming and Xingxing were talking about something, walking one behind the other.

One was holding beans, the other cradling a pumpkin.

Wen Cishu couldn’t help but think of Bo Tingyuan.

In his memory, the three of them never seemed to have such particularly warm moments.

But Bo Tingyuan…

He found it hard to associate this person with “the smell of smoke” or “the breath of life.”

Wen Cishu glanced at the bamboo bracelet.

–

In the car.

Bo Tingyuan held a freshly printed document.

It contained some basic information about Chu Han and Chu Hang.

Wen Cishu’s attention to Xingxing earlier made Bo Tingyuan feel something was off, so he sent Albert to do a preliminary investigation.

The document showed that Chu Han and her husband hadn’t divorced, and Xingxing was registered at school under the name Lin Hang.

It was unclear why the program changed it to “Chu Hang.”

Bo Tingyuan recalled Wen Cishu’s reaction at the time, as if he had some special reflex to the name “Chu Hang.”

At this moment.

Bo Tingyuan had just looked away from the document and noticed Wen Cishu’s small action of staring at the bracelet, lost in thought.

—What is he thinking about?

The green eyes behind the glasses were like a deep lake, hiding emotions even he hadn’t realized.

His hands even seemed to want to break through the screen and tightly embrace the person in the picture.

Albert, who was about to approach to discuss work matters, suddenly noticed the low pressure around Mr. Bo.

It was as if a cloud had drifted in from somewhere, blocking all the sunlight.

He silently took a step back, wondering:

Isn’t Mr. Wen doing well on the show?

Why did Mr. Bo suddenly act so out of character?

–

On the show.

All the guests had gathered in the kitchen, busy with cooking and making dumplings.

Since Zhou Xu was cooking, Wen Cishu helped look after Xiao Qi.

He picked up a slice of cantaloupe and fed it to the little one, smiling, “Xiao Qi, are you a clingy little baby?”

“Nope.”

Xiao Qi held the cantaloupe, nibbling on it, and sneaked a glance at his dad wielding the spatula.

He looked up and whispered, “Little uncle~ Xiao Qi has a secret to tell.”

“Really?”

Wen Cishu, seeing the little one willing to share a secret, naturally leaned in, “What is it, Xiao Qi?”

In a baby voice, Xiao Qi said, “Mommy says, Daddy is the clingy one.”

“Hmm?” Wen Cishu laughed, “So that’s how it is.”

He had thought Zhou Xu always holding Xiao Qi was because Xiao Qi didn’t want to walk.

Who knew, it was actually the dad who couldn’t be without the child.

Xiao Qi, seeing his uncle leaning in, noticed something like long hair peeking out.

Curious, he tugged at the hat brim.

A cascade of black hair fell over Wen Cishu’s shoulders, leaving Xiao Qi’s already large eyes wide as saucers, his little mouth agape.

[What? There’s long hair under the hat? Am I seeing things?]

[Whoa! A long-haired male beauty? My nosebleed…]

[Such beautiful phoenix eyes! Oh my, a classic beauty, just like a painting.]

[Please join the industry! Play a male beauty causing chaos in a historical drama, I’ll definitely watch it religiously!]

[Tsk tsk tsk, this face, stunning as both male and female.]

“Mommy, look, uncle’s hair is so long, even longer than mommy’s.”

Rongrong was the first to see this, tugging at her mom’s clothes.

Zhu Wei and Chu Han both looked over at the same time.

Wen Cishu had already stood up, using his fingers to comb through his hair, preparing to tuck it back into the hat.

His waist-length hair was smooth and jet black, moving like a shampoo commercial with his actions.

Zhu Wei said, “How is your hair so nice?”

Due to work, she often had to style her hair for the stage, frequently dyeing, perming, and using hair products, making her hair rough.

Chu Han’s eyes were full of envy, “I haven’t seen such black hair in a long time. How do you usually care for it?”

Bo Yiming, having seen it too, explained, “The aunties regularly wash my little dad’s hair.”

“Is that so?” Chu Han smiled, “Yiming’s dad, maybe you shouldn’t wear the hat, it looks good like this.”

In the entertainment industry, she had seen many handsome young men, but none with such a unique and outstanding aura as Yiming’s dad.

“Yes, yes,” Zhu Wei said, “If it’s inconvenient, just tie it up with a hair tie.”

She glanced at her daughter, “Rongrong, should we give uncle one of your hair ties?”

“Yes, yes.” Rongrong had several little braids tied by her mom, so giving one was no problem.

At this moment, Bo Yiming seemed to remember something, reaching into his pocket, “No need, little sister, I have one!”

He handed it to his little dad.

Wen Cishu took the hair tie, belatedly puzzled, “Yiming, why do you have a hair tie?”

“When we got off the car earlier, big dad suddenly gave it to me.”

Bo Yiming had a knowing smile, “I didn’t know why at the time, but now I do~”

“Oh.” Wen Cishu couldn’t help but glance at a certain camera filming them.

[What? Is it the big dad I know?!]

[With a little dad, there’s a big dad, makes sense, sisters.]

[So can I call him wife now? I’ve been holding back for so long, sob sob.]

[Wife seems to be looking at someone off-camera… (blind guess it’s Yiming’s big dad)]

[I always thought Yiming had a Chinese-French mixed mom! How could this be, I’m so confused.]

[A Chinese-French big dad, tsk, is he worthy of our great beauty? Really.]

[Exactly, we need to assess his looks (sob sob, someone dig up Yiming’s family info? I’m dying to see a family photo.)]