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Bo Tingyuan sat up, picked up the glasses on the bedside table, put them on, and looked back at his frantic younger son. "Yiming, that was my mistake."

Wen Cishu could not help speaking up, adding gently, "Yiming, Daddy's fine."

Bo Yiming leaned against the edge of the bed and stroked his little dad's slightly mussed hair with concern. He lifted his head and immediately glared at his big dad, accusing him furiously, "When I sleep beside Little Dad, I only dare to hug his arm!"

"Got it. I'll be careful next time." Bo Tingyuan picked up the noisy little fellow. "Go wash up. Let your little dad doze a little longer."

Bo Yiming puffed up in indignation, but when his gaze turned toward the bed, his eyes filled with sympathy.

Bo Tingyuan put him down and looked at his son's puffed-out cheeks. "Why didn't you knock?"

"..."

With both feet on the floor, Bo Yiming tugged at his clothes and said with perfect confidence, "I was afraid I'd wake Little Dad."

Bo Tingyuan ruffled his hair and let the matter drop.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Oh." Afraid his big dad would keep finding fault with him, Bo Yiming immediately ran out.

When Bo Tingyuan turned back, the figure on the bed was slowly sitting up, pressing the curtain remote along the way.

To provide good soundproofing, this bedroom had been fitted with multiple layers of floor-length curtains.

Pale golden sunlight shone in through the milky-white sheers, casting a gentle glow over Wen Cishu.

Bo Tingyuan asked, "Can't sleep anymore?"

Wen Cishu pushed back the covers. "It's time to get up anyway."

His gaze swept over the poetry collection beside the pillow on the other side, and he could not help quickly looking away.

Bo Tingyuan steadied him and swept his loose black hair behind his shoulders, paying close attention to his complexion.

"Any discomfort in your heart?"

"No."

Under his concerned gaze, Wen Cishu smiled faintly, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I slept very well last night."

He had barely finished speaking when Bo Tingyuan bent down, scooped him up, and headed for the bathroom.

It was only a few steps. Wen Cishu said softly, "I can manage myself..."

But remembering that he would soon be leaving for the show and would not be coming home that night, he stopped there. Instead, he rested his arms on Bo Tingyuan's broad shoulders and carefully reminded him, "You have to sleep tonight, all right? Otherwise, I'll have Uncle Xu and Auntie Zhong both keep an eye on you."

Bo Tingyuan pushed open the bathroom door and carried him inside without answering right away.

Still waiting for his agreement, Wen Cishu said jokingly, "No wonder Yiming's so stubborn sometimes. He takes after you, doesn't he?"

He tugged at Bo Tingyuan's sleeve. "Be good, all right?"

Bo Tingyuan rubbed his hair and finally agreed. "Mm."

The exact location for the show's second episode was confidential, and the production team's vehicle would pick up all the guests.

Because of where their home was located, Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming were the last pair to board.

With the astonishing reception of the first episode of Little Ones Are Supermen, the live viewer count had been climbing steadily ever since today's stream began.

[Where's our beauty? Not here yet~ I'm seriously so excited.]

[To this day, we still don't know where our beauty and Mingzai came from.]

[We don't even know our beauty's name, okay! (Five whole days!!! This batch of netizens is hopeless.]

It was not just the viewers. Xiao Qi and Rongrong were also eagerly waiting in their child seats. Only Xingxing sat with his head lowered, fiddling with something.

When the vehicle finally stopped, the viewers saw Zhu Wei's arm reach out of the window. "Yiming, Yiming's dad, over here!"

Seeing her about to get up, Zhou Xu quickly said, "Stay seated, Sister Wei. I'll go."

He teased the nine-year-old big kid bouncing toward them. "Mingzai, why are you so hyped today?"

Bo Yiming said, "Yeah, yeah! I get to see Uncle Zhou. I'm super happy!"

His answer came so quickly that Zhou Xu was taken aback instead.

"You little rascal. Your tongue's coated in honey today."

Bo Yiming dodged Uncle Zhou's hand. "Uncle, I'll carry it myself. It's full of presents for the little ones."

So Zhou Xu helped carry Wen Cishu's suitcase instead.

Wen Cishu thanked him softly.

Once the father and son boarded, the livestream comments multiplied exponentially.

[A suede vest with a laid-back shirt? Wifey, is it really okay to dress this well and look this sexy?]

[Today's beauty is radiant and dashing. Absolutely incredible!]

[Why does everything feel bright and sunny whenever I see Mingzai?]

[The second this father and son show up, everything goes pew, all bright. (Not saying the other guests aren't good-looking.]

[It's fine, it's fine. We fans don't mind at all, hahaha. We're licking our screens too.]

Over the previous two days, some viewers had already analyzed how well the production team had chosen its guests this time.

The three celebrity guests were an award-winning actress known for her acting and a singer known for her ability, while even Zhou Xu, who had started out as an idol, had earned his fans through his talent. As a result, no fights had broken out over Wen Cishu's god-tier looks.

Inside the vehicle.

After Bo Yiming hauled his suitcase aboard, Xingxing had already come over to lend a hand.

He shouted in wild excitement, "Xingxing!!!!" as though greeting a dear friend he had not seen for centuries.

The other children immediately caught his excitement. Xiao Qi was practically itching to undo his seat belt and climb down.

Rongrong, who had been holding her mother's hand all along, also wriggled about with particular delight.

The two little ones cheered happily, "Big Brother Yiming~"

"Big Brother Yiming is here~" Bo Yiming happily pushed his suitcase toward the back. "I brought you presents."

Wen Cishu had just boarded when he saw the little monkey take the initiative to hug Xingxing, patting his back hard, far too excited.

He hurriedly reminded him, "Yiming, don't hurt Xingxing with those pats."

Chu Han's shoulders shook with laughter as she handed him a bottle of water. "It's fine. Xingxing really missed Big Brother Yiming at home too."

Bo Yiming looked toward the adults at the front and asked, "Are we leaving now? Can I hand out the presents?" He was already impatiently taking things out.

Just then, a head wearing a baseball cap suddenly popped up from the back row. "We can stop for a few minutes."

With that, it ducked back down.

Bo Yiming: ?

He peered around curiously and murmured, "Xingxing, who's that?"

A faint voice came from the baseball cap in the corner of its own accord. "Someone from the production team."

Bo Yiming could not help laughing and lowered his head to open the suitcase.

Xiao Qi's father lifted him down.

Zhou Xu straightened his son's little outfit. "Go play with Big Brother Yiming."

Instead, Xiao Qi scampered over to Wen Cishu's seat, blinked his especially big eyes, and asked in his sweet little voice, "Little Uncle~ Did you forget Xiao Qi?"

After speaking, he puckered his little mouth in aggrievement.

"How could I?"

Wen Cishu bent down, picked up the incredibly soft, adorable little fellow, and set him on Bo Yiming's seat. "Didn't we have a video call the day before yesterday? Have you forgotten, Xiao Qi?"

"Oh..."

Xiao Qi happily snuggled into Little Uncle's arms. "Your hair smells so nice today, Little Uncle."

He touched the loose long hair, letting the silky strands slip through his soft, fair little fingers.

Then he lifted another handful and let the hair slide through again.

Rongrong came over too. "Uncle~~ Rongrong's here too~"

"Hello, Rongrong." Wen Cishu looked at her particularly elaborate hairstyle today. "Your mommy did your hair so nicely today. It's beautiful."

Rongrong nestled beside her round little brother Xiao Qi, smiling blissfully.

Two large plush toys were passed forward from the back row to Wen Cishu. Bo Yiming poked his head out and said with a grin, "Little Dad, give these to little brother Xiao Qi and little sister Rongrong."

Wen Cishu took the plush toys and waggled them at the two younger, adorable little ones. "Big Brother Yiming picked these out for you."

Xiao Qi grabbed the chubby giant panda. "This one's for Xiao Qi, right?"

Rongrong pointed at the pink-and-purple giant lop-eared bunny. "Rongrong likes bunnies."

Wen Cishu thought the little monkey really did know how to pick presents.

After receiving their gifts, the two little ones hugged them and stroked them, unable to put them down.

[?? Holy crap, isn't that the official limited-edition zoo collection? Am I seeing this right?]

[The official panda and bunny are both super realistic. Knockoffs could never look this good. Aaaaaah, I want one so badly!]

Bo Yiming asked, "There's also the hair-washing stuff Little Dad told me to bring. Little Dad, should I give it to the aunties now?"

Wen Cishu turned his head. "How about taking it out later? There isn't really anywhere to put it now."

But Zhu Wei and Chu Han spoke at the same time. "You brought some for us?"

They looked at each other and both laughed.

They had previously asked in the group chat what hair products Wen Cishu used to keep his hair so dark, glossy, and smooth. Who would have thought he would bring them some himself?

Wen Cishu nodded with a smile. "I brought a few sets."

Chu Han eagerly held out her hand. "Yiming, bring one over for Auntie to see. I want to use it tonight."

[I love this gift! I want it like crazy!]

[How is wifey so sweet? Waaaah, come here and let me kiss you.]

[Doesn't this count as advertising? Does the production team allow it?]

[I've never seen that packaging before. Probably not a brand most people know.]

Bo Yiming carried an exquisite large box over and held it out to Uncle Zhou.

Zhou Xu was surprised. "I get one too?"

Zhu Wei teased him. "It's obviously for Xiao Qi's mom. With your hair, you can barely even put conditioner on it."

Zhou Xu laughed. "My wife really did mention Yiming's dad's hair at home. Her eyes were full of envy. This is great. She's probably watching the show at home, all happy now."

Wen Cishu asked in some surprise, "The livestream started in the vehicle today?"

He turned his head, searching for the camera.

"Yeah." Zhou Xu pointed toward the camera in the corner. "It's here."

Wen Cishu's gaze met the lens, giving a live demonstration of a beauty looking stunned.