Chapter 11

[Manifesting a gorgeous wife]

In an instant, the livestream screen filled with [Manifesting].

Soon, Wen Cishu reeled in another large crucian carp.

Rongrong gazed up at him with starry eyes, her voice full of admiration. "Uncle, you're so amazing~"

The words filled Wen Cishu's heart with sweetness, and he couldn't help saying, "My mom is the amazing one. She can fish too, and speak lots of languages, and make all kinds of delicious food."

"Wow." Rongrong nodded vigorously. "My mom is amazing too. She sings really beautiful songs. It's just..."

The little girl suddenly looked downcast, her voice growing faint.

Wen Cishu asked softly, "What's wrong, Rongrong?"

Rongrong spoke quietly, sounding aggrieved. "Mommy can't wear pretty dresses and hold concerts anymore. Daddy said Mommy can't even sing her own songs now."

She loved her mother very much, and as she spoke, a faint glimmer of sadness shone in her large eyes.

[Little Sister Rong, don't cry, don't cry, sob sob sob]

[Zhu Wei's former manager was absolutely ruthless, but with that much influence, fighting for the copyrights is really hard]

[Let's see if someone recognizes her talent and sees Zhu Wei's commercial value. Otherwise, it'll really be difficult...]

"I see."

Wen Cishu didn't know much about Zhu Wei, but several of her early hits had been sung all over the country, so he had heard of them.

He hadn't expected that a singer could actually be unable to sing her own songs.

Feeling regretful, Wen Cishu hurried to comfort the sweet, bright little girl in front of him. "Don't be sad, Rongrong, okay?"

"Okay." Rongrong nodded obediently. "I made a wish on my birthday. I wished Mommy could wear a really, really long dress and sing onstage. Then Daddy and I could watch her together from the audience."

Listening to this child's beautiful wish for her mother, Wen Cishu couldn't help feeling his heart soften.

"When that happens, I'll go too, and so will your big brother Yiming. We'll watch your mommy sing beautiful songs with you."

Hearing the praise for her mother in his words, Rongrong couldn't resist asking, "Wow, Uncle, have you heard Mommy's songs too?"

"Of course." Wen Cishu was growing increasingly fond of the little girl's face, so round, with an endearing sweetness to it.

He couldn't help remembering how his mother had once said she had originally planned to have a little girl.

Unfortunately, she had ended up having him. Not only was he not a thoughtful little sweetheart of a daughter, he had also been born frail, with heart disease.

Rongrong clapped her hands with a smile. "Okay! When that happens, you and Big Brother can sit next to me."

She beamed, as though she were already at her mother's concert.

Just then, the fishing rod quivered.

Rongrong exclaimed, "Ah, another fish! Uncle! That's amazing."

This fish wasn't small either. Wen Cishu stood up to reel it in while Rongrong bounced around beside him.

When Zhu Wei walked over, even she found the scene incredibly heartwarming.

[If Rongrong and the gorgeous beauty have such a connection, why not take this chance to arrange a childhood engagement?]

[Nooo, I've already thought of a ship name for Mingzai and Xingxing: "Morning Star"]

[? Whoa, you're moving at rocket speed!]

That afternoon, Wen Cishu caught fish, and Zhou Xu caught ducks.

Dinner featured duck soup, beer-braised duck, and milky-white crucian carp soup. It was an exceptionally lavish spread.

Zhou Xu was having so much fun he didn't want to leave. "This farm is practically a paradise. I don't even want to go home."

Holding up a duck wing, Xiao Qi protested, "You can't! Mommy's at home."

Wen Cishu glanced at his son's watch, his thoughts shifting slightly.

Then everyone returned to their own rooms.

Bo Yiming cheered excitedly about taking a bath in the "cute bathtub."

"Daddy will get your clothes ready." Carrying the toiletries they had brought from home, Wen Cishu followed him inside and picked up the watch his son had left beside the sink.

Father and son both disappeared from the camera's view, prompting an extremely intense reaction from the viewers.

[Does this mean there's no chance of seeing the gorgeous beauty fresh out of the bath?]

[Or we could just look at the cute bathtub!]

[Every scene in this lousy show looks ordinary on its own, but the moment my wife appears, seriously, my eyes light up-pew!]

Bo Yiming filled the tub and stepped into the square bathtub with a splash.

His limbs hadn't fully developed yet, but his legs were already astonishingly long in proportion. Sitting like this was a little uncomfortable, and he worked hard to find a suitable position.

Turning his head, he discovered Little Daddy leaning against the sink, apparently studying his watch.

"Hmm? Little Daddy?"

Wen Cishu glanced at his microphone to confirm that he had already switched it off.

Even so, he lowered his voice as he told his son, "Daddy's borrowing your watch to send a message."

"Oh." Bo Yiming made an effort to sink his shoulders farther beneath the water.

Was Little Daddy missing Big Daddy?

Wen Cishu opened the watch's contact list and saw a string of strange names. One in particular caught his eye-the longest nickname of all, scrolling like a marquee.

[Big Daddy Knight Holding a Little Milk Pot]

Wen Cishu: ?

He glanced at his son, who had completely forgotten about the special contact names on his watch.

His fingertip continued sliding down as he searched for his own contact name.

[Little Daddy Princess and the Pea]

Wen Cishu: ??

This cheeky little brat!

Bo Yiming was blowing bubbles when he sensed an odd look and turned his head. "Hmm? What's wrong, Little Daddy? Do I look that cute?" He grinned and tilted his head.

Wen Cishu took a deep breath.

Forget it. I'm borrowing his watch to send a message, after all.

He forced himself to ignore the two bizarre names and slowly typed on the tiny pinyin keyboard: [Could you help me look into Zhu Wei's situation? It seems she can't hold concerts and things like that. I'd like to get a clearer picture. (Cishu)]

After he tapped "Done typing," a prompt appeared on the screen:

[Adorable and handsome little master-Baby Mingming], please confirm that this message is addressed to [Big Daddy Knight Holding a Little Milk Pot]

Wen Cishu: ???

He fell silent for a moment before tapping "Confirm and send."

Bo Tingyuan was usually quite busy at this hour too.

After sending the message, Wen Cishu put down the watch and prepared to wash up.

But he had only just picked up his toothbrush when the little square screen lit up with a soft white glow.

[Big Daddy Knight Holding a Little Milk Pot]: [Don't worry. It's already being handled.]

Holding the watch, Wen Cishu turned around, the backs of his long legs resting against the edge of the sink.

What did he mean, already being handled?

Had he asked someone to look into it after watching the livestream?

Had he known all along that I'd bring it up? Was he really that good at predicting things?

Typing was cumbersome, Wen Cishu thought, and besides, they would see each other when the show ended tomorrow, so he didn't ask further. [Okay, got it.]

[Big Daddy Knight Holding a Little Milk Pot]: [Why have you never mentioned fishing?]

"Hmm?" Wen Cishu murmured questioningly.

How had he jumped to fishing?

[There are plenty of other things I can do.]

After tapping send, Wen Cishu stared at the screen and chuckled to himself.

In the bathtub.

When Bo Yiming paid a little attention, he discovered that Little Daddy was actually grinning foolishly at his little watch.

Had Big Daddy sent something that made Little Daddy happy?

But Big Daddy was so serious. Did he know how to cheer people up?

Bo Yiming sank into thought, trying to imagine Big Daddy's expression and gestures while telling a joke.

Half a minute later, he chose to give up:

This was harder than his final English exam!

Without waiting for Bo Tingyuan's reply, Wen Cishu sent another message.

[All right, secretly contacting each other breaks the production team's rules. Get some rest early. Good night.]

[Big Daddy Knight Holding a Little Milk Pot]: [See you tomorrow.]

Three simple words, nothing remarkable about them.

Yet Wen Cishu found himself staring at them in a daze.

Wasn't he supposed to say good night? Hmm?

Chapter 11

After finishing his bath, Bo Yiming took advantage of Little Daddy washing up to put on the four-piece bedding set he had already taken out.

The viewers had still been discussing whether a child of only nine could change a duvet cover.

It turned out that what he took out wasn't a duvet cover, but a compressed quilt that could be spread out as soon as it was opened.

The little boy bounced around on the bed as though he were playing, and just like that, he finished making it.

The bedding was fluffy and soft. Even through the screen, the viewers could tell that the material was incredibly comfortable.

[Mingzai is amazing, such a lively, sensible little optimist. I'd love him as a son or a friend]

[Is this an ad for the four-piece bedding set? Mingzai, hurry up and tell me the brand]

When Wen Cishu stepped out of the bathroom, his long black hair was gathered into a loose, slightly messy bun at the back of his head, a few unruly strands falling against his nape.

His pearly-white wild silk pajamas lay against his skin, light and soft.

His cheeks still held a damp warmth and lingering flush from the steam. His black hair and dark eyes looked even more like a meticulously rendered fine-brush painting.

Although slender, Wen Cishu stood a full 1.8 meters tall. His straight shoulders filled out the soft, close-fitting pajamas, showing off a narrow waist.

[Aaaaah, that fair skin and beauty, that tiny waist and those long legs-I'm screeching like a chicken over my wife]

[My sweet, soft wife, I'll kiss you to death!]

Standing at the foot of the bed, Bo Yiming raised both hands high and asked excitedly, "Little Daddy, I've finished everything!"

Wen Cishu walked over and touched the smooth sheet, then looked up at the little monkey towering above him and praised him with a smile. "Yes, Baby Mingming is the best."

Under the light, Bo Yiming's eyes, rimmed with a circle of gold, went blank for a moment. Then he flopped backward onto the quilt in embarrassment, lifting one foot and hugging a soft pillow. "Aww~"

Noticing that the bases of his ears seemed to have turned red, Wen Cishu stepped forward with a smile and rubbed the back of his head.

The little monkey had turned red-faced.

So cute.

He pulled back the quilt and slipped into bed. "Come on, let's go to sleep."