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[Which hotel was this taken at? What tourist? I don't get it. Did someone run into him?]

momo: [Oh my god, I posted too fast. Forgot to mention, the hotel is near the location for episode two of "Little Ones Are Supermen." The tourist who photographed him also has pictures from their afternoon visit to the costume-drama street at the film studio on their profile.]

[Wait, girl, zoom in on that photo again. Don't those suitcases look familiar?]

momo: [Ahhh, they really are exactly the same as the suitcases Mingzai and his dad used in both episodes! God, big data is amazing!]

[Girl, were you looking through a microscope? Incredible.]

[But is this handsome guy the big shot surnamed Bo from the China-France event? What if they just look alike?]

[That commanding stride, that presence that makes him stand out even surrounded by a crowd, plus the black shirt, black mask, and glasses... if this isn't the same man, I'll take a bite out of Mingzai.]

[Mingzai: ? What's this got to do with me!]

[Waaah, can't a gentle beauty have a gentle

domineering CEO

? I firmly reject men who look this fierce, aaaaaah!]

[The Big Daddy Mingzai described teaches him skiing and horseback riding. You can tell Big Daddy has a fierce body, hehe.]

[Putting wifey's photo next to that handsome guy in the bite guard is seriously doing things for me! What if! Aaaaaah, I'm going to ship them a little first.]

At dawn, in the hotel.

The screen mirroring had remained on.

When Bo Tingyuan jolted awake from a nightmare in bed, he immediately looked toward the sleeping figure on the screen, and only then did his pounding heart settle a little.

The nightmare faded bit by bit, like slowly dissipating mist.

Only as Bo Tingyuan's nerves gradually relaxed did he realize his left hand had been pressing down on the poetry collection's cover all along.

He picked up the book and saw its cover had folded back. Even after he pressed it flat, a distinct, deep crease remained.

Clearly, his palm had kept pressing against it after he fell asleep.

Bo Tingyuan immediately picked up his phone. Just as he was about to tap Albert's number, he noticed the time: four thirty in the morning.

He turned off the phone's screen and set it aside, smoothing the bent corner of the cover again with his palm.

Naturally, the bent corner understood nothing of human wishes and refused to behave, still curling up playfully and cutely.

Around nine, Albert came to pass along some invitations received through the production team.

"A well-funded costume drama production would like to invite Mr. Wen for a guest role, for one week. A professional equestrian leather goods brand hopes to invite the young master to shoot a commercial, and two magazines would like to invite them for joint cover shoots. There are also some variety show appearances offering high fees."

Albert had recently been doubling as Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming's manager, and he had taken to it quite readily.

Compared with handling the complicated work President Bo assigned him with his nerves constantly on edge every day, the entertainment industry's odds and ends seemed much easier and more interesting.

Bo Tingyuan took a sip of coffee. "Mm. I'll pass them along once the show ends."

Albert silently wondered, So President Bo really did pass them along last week?

He had thought President Bo had simply made the decision on Mr. Wen's behalf and politely declined.

Bo Tingyuan's well-defined hand rested on the poetry collection. "Find some time this morning to buy me an identical copy."

Albert took a look. The cover was creased.

He reached out to pick it up and check the publication information, but President Bo showed no intention of moving his hand.

"President Bo?"

Bo Tingyuan paused, then picked up the book and opened it to the publication details. "Take a picture."

Albert immediately understood. This book was special. Not just anyone could touch it.

No wonder President Bo had immediately moved it to his side yesterday when Albert was about to put down some documents.

He had thought President Bo was subtly reminding him that he was cultivating a new hobby.

Sure enough, serving a ruler is like keeping a tiger company.

Albert used his phone to photograph the book's cataloging-in-publication (CIP) data.

As an all-purpose assistant who had followed President Bo for years, he had accumulated countless contacts and resources in every field.

When he sent the photo of the book's information to the relevant friend, he immediately received a reply.

[You want me to find you a brand-new copy of an out-of-print book?]

[Why don't you ask me to go to France and dig up the author for you?]

Albert: "..."

Bo Tingyuan looked up and saw his assistant staring fixedly at his phone. "Is the information not clear or complete enough?"

Albert could only answer truthfully. "This book is out of print. It may take some time."

Bo Tingyuan gazed at the book beside his coffee saucer.

"Mm. As soon as possible."

His friend's reply echoed in Albert's ears: Why don't you ask me to go to France and dig up the author for you?

Just then, Bo Yiming's voice came from the screen, and Albert hurried to retreat.

"Wait."

Albert stopped and immediately turned around. "President Bo, is there anything else?"

Bo Tingyuan shifted his gaze from his son's face to Albert. "Get the farm matter settled today."

"Yes."

Albert breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it was not a firm "book-buying deadline."

Before leaving, he glanced at the creased poetry collection. With Mr. Wen's voice from the show in his ears, realization suddenly struck:

Ohhh, so you damaged Mr. Wen's book, President Bo.

On the show.

Bo Yiming woke first and spent quite a while studying his little daddy's sleeping face.

Like a baby animal, he gently sniffed and nuzzled him, his face full of reassurance and happiness.

Wen Cishu opened his eyes to see the adorable little monkey. His vision was still blurry, but he had already reached out to hug him and kissed his temple. "Good morning, my adorable Baby Mingming."

Bo Yiming nestled shyly in his little daddy's arms. "Little Daddy, I want good-morning kisses and good-night kisses from now on. Okay?"

"Of course~" Wen Cishu promised. "Every day!"

That made Bo Yiming especially happy. He sprang up and excitedly started doing a wiggly dance on the bed.

The bed was a little firm this time, so Wen Cishu was not too affected as he lay there. He slowly woke up, watching the little monkey wiggle about.

"Little Daddy, do you know how to do the wiggly dance?"

Seeing his little daddy sit up, Bo Yiming reached out to pull him along. "It goes like this..."

He leaned forward and stuck out his bottom, twisting his waist and swaying his hips to the rhythm while constantly lifting his feet.

"No, I don't~"

Wen Cishu picked up the hair tie by the bed and tied his long black hair behind him.

Bo Yiming knelt on the soft quilt and pouted. "You do too, Little Daddy. You looked so pretty dancing with Big Daddy on Grandpa's birthday~ I even took photos."

[Was that Grandpa's phone call in episode one? Both daddies went? Wow~]

[Photos?? Where? Mingzai, let me see.]

[Both daddies dancing together?? I want to see!]

Wen Cishu turned in surprise and pinched his little cheeks, deliberately putting on a stern face. "Where are the photos? Hand them over!"

But he was so used to being gentle that even deliberately keeping a straight face did not make him look remotely frightening.

Bo Yiming rolled himself up in the edge of the quilt, turning himself into a sushi roll, and said happily, "No! I'm keeping them for myself! Hehe~"

Quick-eyed and quick-handed, Wen Cishu snatched the watch beside his pillow and waved it in front of him. "They're on the watch, right?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaah-"

The little monkey inside the sushi roll frantically struggled free of the quilt.

Wen Cishu quickly got out of bed and jogged into the bathroom, peeking half his face around the door as he said with a smile, "Daddy's taking a look! Be good."

With that, he shut the door.

Bo Yiming still had not escaped the quilt wrapped tightly around him. He sat on the bed like a half-unwrapped zongzi.

His eyes went blank and drooped as he clumsily turned toward the nearest camera, puffing up his cheeks to complain pitifully.

"Did you see that~ My little daddy is bullying me~ Boohoo~ Waaah~"

With that, he flopped onto the bed, his smooth bare feet sticking up in the air.

[Mingzai, we're over here! Not that camera, hey, heeey~]

[This is making me so happy first thing in the morning~ Mingzai is too cute. Hugs!]

[Come on, you're nine and still acting cute?! (Let big sister pinch that handsome little face~]

[Mommy~ Mommy~ I want to see the pictures too, waaah~ Crying.]

In the bathroom.

Just as Wen Cishu was about to open the little watch's photo album, he suddenly realized there might be other things the little monkey had photographed inside, things he might not necessarily want his daddy to see.

After thinking it over, he opened the door and went out, handing the watch back. "All right, Daddy didn't look. Send them to Daddy's phone later, okay?"

"Huh?" Bo Yiming rolled upright and blinked. "Why?"

Wen Cishu helped pull the quilt off him and asked, "There should be lots of other photos in there, right?"

Bo Yiming shook his head. "No, I haven't really taken anything. Have a look, Little Daddy."

He held it out to his little daddy himself.

Wen Cishu was determined to be an understanding parent. "No, no, no. Daddy won't look."

Bo Yiming grew anxious and hugged his little daddy's arm. "No! Little Daddy has to look!"

[You wouldn't let him look just now, and now he has to? You two are too much.]

[Actually, if he's only nine, it's okay for an adult to look through his photo album? They're supposed to supervise him, after all.]

[Nine-year-olds these days already have a strong sense of awareness. It's better not to look without permission~]

As they went back and forth, the watch screen unexpectedly lit up.

Father and son leaned in at the same time and saw a new message pop up on the screen.

[The evil dragon knight Big Daddy who stole the little seashell cake (〃＞皿＜)]: [Yiming, it's getting late. Go have breakfast with your little daddy first.]

After reading the message, the two looked up at each other, then silently got up to put on their shoes at the same time.

"Yiming, I'm going to wash up."

"Little Daddy, I'm getting changed."

Father and son spoke in unison, then split up to get moving, like two robots that had received clear instructions.

[Did the production team hurry them along through the little watch? The other guests only just got up too. Rongrong and Xiao Qi are still lazing in bed.]