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The moment Feng Yuan poked his little head out, Feng Qi knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Bo Han, come back.”
Feng Qi closed his eyes, pretending to be resting.
Bo Han had brought over plenty of chairs.
Feng Qi gestured for him to sit down. “Wait here. They’ll be down in less than two minutes.”
Though Bo Han was worried about his little fox, he still plopped down beside Feng Qi at his urging.
“How does your Yuan Yuan have so much energy?”
Even as he sat, Bo Han couldn’t resist complaining to Feng Qi. “It’s been half the day, and I haven’t seen him stay still for even a second.”
At first, Bo Han thought it was nice for a young child to be lively.
But after chasing Feng Yuan all morning, even Bo Han was starting to feel worn out.
His throat was nearly hoarse from shouting!
The little guy, being chased by the adults, seemed to have an engine installed in his tiny body. He’d been running for ages without showing any sign of fatigue.
“He’s like this at home, too.”
Feng Qi kept his eyes closed, only moving his lips. “Everyone in the house has to take turns watching him.”
Bo Han thought of his own quiet little fox and then looked at this unruly little tyrant. For a moment, he wasn’t sure whether he should feel envious or not.
“My Rong Rong’s activity level today already surpasses what he usually does in several days.”
Rong Rong didn’t like going out or meeting people.
Even when he encountered children his own age, his first reaction was fear.
He had been bullied too much in kindergarten before.
Because he rarely moved around, he couldn’t even walk as well as Feng Yuan.
As for running, his Rong Rong couldn’t manage more than a few steps.
For him to keep up with Feng Yuan today, Rong Rong must have tapped into some hidden reserve of energy.
Bo Han felt both relieved and worried.
He was glad his little fox had become a bit more lively, but he was also concerned that after all this exertion, the little one might be tired or his feet might hurt.
Bo Han’s emotions were incredibly mixed.
Without even looking at him, Feng Qi could guess exactly what expression he was wearing.
“Tone down your face. You’re about to ruin your persona.”
Bo Han: “…”
Bo Han: “I have a persona?”
Feng Qi: “?”
Feng Qi: “You didn’t know? In the eyes of your fans, you’re the epitome of perfection, mystery, and low-key—”
Before Feng Qi could finish listing all the adjectives, Bo Han interrupted him.
“Alright, stop. I get it.”
Bo Han’s lips twitched.
He explained, “I never intended to build such a persona. The reason I don’t like appearing in public is that I dislike having my private life spied on. After having Rong Rong, I’ve become even more reluctant to be disturbed.”
If it weren’t for the current circumstances, he would never have brought Rong Rong in front of the cameras.
“What about Rong Rong’s other parent?”
Feng Qi asked casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was movement in the tree.
The little guy, who desperately needed to pee, could no longer hold it in.
He didn’t want to pee while standing in the tree. That would be too embarrassing.
So, while his dad was sitting in the chair with his eyes closed, he quickly brought Rong Rong down with him.
Rong Rong’s motor skills were poor. Fortunately, Feng Yuan was strong.
Feng Yuan had been half-dragging, half-carrying him the whole time.
The two little ones stealthily descended the tree.
Feng Qi made a “shh” sound, signaling Bo Han to stop talking.
Feng Yuan made it down safely.
After he descended, Feng Qi didn’t immediately go after him.
The little guy was in too much of a hurry and couldn’t run far.
Sure enough.
Just as Feng Qi had predicted.
After climbing down from the tree, Feng Yuan found a small patch of grass and went to relieve himself.
Rong Rong stood nearby, keeping watch for him.
“Rong Rong, guard me properly. Don’t let anyone see me peeing,” Feng Yuan solemnly assigned the task to Rong Rong.
He emphasized, “Especially don’t let Uncle Meng film me.”
Uncle Xiao Meng, carrying a camera, had been filming them back and forth. Feng Yuan was well aware of it.
Feng Yuan had no objections to being filmed.
He thought he looked quite majestic. If he were filmed, his fans would probably call him King Yuan Yuan!
King Yuan Yuan wasn’t afraid of being filmed at any other time. Only when he was peeing.
Feng Yuan emphasized this twice.
The slow-to-react Rong Rong, hearing his emphasis, puffed up his soft, chubby cheeks and nodded seriously.
He stood up, clenching both of his little hands into tiny fists, ready to defend King Yuan Yuan’s freedom to pee in peace.
Bo Han, who had followed them, watched his son with his little fists clenched and felt his heart melt from the cuteness.
“Rong Rong, let Daddy hug you.”
Bo Han approached, crouched in front of his son, and wanted to hug and kiss him.
But before he could, Rong Rong pushed him away.
Rong Rong slowly spread his little arms wide.
This wasn’t a gesture asking for a hug. It was to block his dad.
Bo Han: “…”
Bo Han understood his son’s little action. His heart shattered.
“Rong Rong, look carefully. I’m your dad.”
Bo Han, unwilling to give up, tried to hug Rong Rong again.
But Rong Rong shook his head slowly and firmly.
Just as Bo Han was locked in a standoff with his son, Feng Qi, holding a stick, leisurely walked over.
Rong Rong looked at Feng Qi, then at the stick in his hand.
He blinked, as if thinking about something.
A few seconds later.
Having figured out the purpose of the stick, Rong Rong bravely stepped forward.
He wanted to block Feng Qi.
Bo Han, quick to react, swiftly picked up his son and carried him away.
If the phoenix wanted to discipline his son, they, the foxes, should just watch from the sidelines.
Bo Han carried his little fox aside, kissing his tiny fists repeatedly.
“Rong Rong, be good, don’t be angry.”
“Feng Qi is Yuan Yuan’s dad. It’s best if we don’t get involved in their father-son matters.”
Rong Rong had accepted King Yuan Yuan’s task. But with his dad holding him back, he couldn’t carry it out.
This made the little fox extremely upset.
Just as Feng Yuan pulled up his pants and turned his little face, only to be caught by his dad, Rong Rong’s crying suddenly erupted.
Within seconds.
Feng Yuan’s wailing cries also rang out.
Feng Yuan cried as he ran on his short little legs.
Feng Qi chased after him, stick in hand.
One big, one small—one running, one chasing—Feng Yuan’s bottom was smacked several times with the stick.
Clutching his butt, his tearful little face was all captured on camera.
Of course, Rong Rong crying in Bo Han’s arms was also filmed.
As the cameraman captured this scene, he was already thinking about how to edit it and add captions.
The director, who had followed them, watched the chaotic scene and clutched his chest in excitement.
He wasn’t clutching his chest because the scene was too chaotic or terrible.
He was clutching his chest because he knew he was about to strike it rich.
He had been called Li Da1success for so many years. Only in middle age was he finally beginning to prosper.
And his success was undoubtedly tied to Feng Yuan!
The director could already imagine how much the ratings would skyrocket after the first episode of his show aired!
Feng Yuan’s first breakthrough into the mainstream came from a live broadcast of him being spanked.
In that livestream, only Feng Yuan’s cries could be heard.
And now, their variety show had high-definition footage of Little Yuan Yuan getting spanked!
The cameramen were still recording.
Director Li picked up his phone. Unable to resist, he clicked into Feng Yuan’s account, liking all of his videos.
After frantically liking a wave of Feng Yuan’s content, Director Li went even wilder on Weibo.
He directly posted an update.
Director Li V: Aaaaaah. My show is definitely going to blow up!
After his outburst, Director Li finally put away his phone and looked affectionately at Feng Yuan, who was still wailing from the spanking.
Run, my little Yuan Yuan.
The success of our show rests entirely on you!
Director Li continued to smile warmly.
Meanwhile, the little guy, who had been caught by his dad and spanked several times on the bottom, was crying and calling for his dad.
“Don’t hit Yuan Yuan anymore.”
“You’ve already hit so many times!”
Feng Qi was truly furious with him. The little rascal had been jumping into water, climbing trees, and poking beehives. He was completely disobedient.
If Feng Qi didn’t rein him in, he’d probably become the village tyrant.
After a solid spanking, Little King Yuan Yuan finally settled down.
He wiped his tears. Although he’d stopped crying, his small body still trembled with sobs.
Rong Rong was also crying uncontrollably.
Seeing that Feng Qi had finished disciplining his son, Bo Han quickly set his own little Rong Rong down and let him go to Feng Yuan.
Rong Rong was still crying, too.
He toddled over on his short little legs, walked up to Feng Yuan, and hugged him.
Feng Yuan hugged him back.
The two little ones held each other and cried for a while, then reached out with their small hands to wipe each other’s tears.
“Rong Rong, let’s go.”
After his spanking, Feng Yuan didn’t want to stay with his dad anymore.
Holding Rong Rong’s hand, with his eyes red and his nose flushed from crying, he asked in a trembling, childish voice before leaving, “Yuan Yuan got spanked. Can we go now?”
His pitiful tone made it sound as if he’d suffered some great injustice.
Feng Qi’s lips twitched. He laid down three strict rules.
“No more jumping into water. No ditches, no rivers, nothing.”
“And no more climbing trees. You could fall and get hurt.”
“Especially no poking beehives! If you dare poke one again, you’ll get another spanking.”
Listening to his dad’s commands, Feng Yuan’s little face still looked stubborn.
Feng Qi glared at him and urged, “Feng Yuan, answer me.”
Feng Yuan let out a heavy huff and wiped his tears again.
“Yuan Yuan heard you!”
After agreeing, Feng Yuan took Rong Rong’s hand and strode away.
Watching Feng Yuan and Rong Rong leave, Director Li hurried over to Feng Qi and Bo Han.
“Both dads, we have a task to do next.”
Director Li’s show didn’t prearrange any scripts.
His program only planned out certain tasks in advance, then let the parents and children complete them.
Given how chaotic the parent-child time had been today, with the kids and dads causing an uproar, Director Li decided to have the dads and children complete their tasks separately.
Director Li gathered all the children together.
The task he assigned them was to prepare a gift for their dads.
The gift could be anything.
They could help the villagers with chores to earn the gifts they wanted.
Director Li even gave them examples.
“You can go help out in the fields. That way you can earn corn, peanuts, sweet potatoes…”
“Or, you can use your little hands to search for beautiful flowers and plants.”
“In short, the gifts you bring back must be prepared with care and be the fruits of your labor.”
“Can you do that, my little darlings?”
The group of little ones looked at Director Li. After a moment, they all nodded.
Even Feng Yuan, who had just been spanked, accepted the task.
The little ones set off together.
Yu Qingqing glanced at Feng Yuan’s bottom and hesitated before asking, “Yuan Yuan, does your bottom still hurt?”
Feng Yuan: “It hurts a little.”
The other children had all heard Feng Yuan’s cries earlier.
Yu Qingqing thought it sounded quite pitiful.
Yu Yiming, who had been stung, felt that Feng Yuan’s spanking was well-deserved.
“Yuan Yuan, even though your dad spanked you, are you still going to prepare a gift for him?”
“Of course.”
Feng Yuan sniffled: “Dad is supposed to receive gifts.”
His dad, of course, should receive one, too!
As the children walked, they thought about how to prepare their gifts.
Although Feng Yuan wasn’t the oldest among the group, he had the most ideas.
“We can prepare gifts for our dads together.”
Feng Yuan asked, “Do you want to find gifts separately or together?”
“Together.”
Xiao Putao was the first to answer. She was a bit clingy and a little timid.
She loved sticking close to Huo Ming.
If they had to search for gifts separately, she wouldn’t be able to follow Ming Ming anymore.
After Xiao Putao answered, Huo Ming nodded as well.
“Let’s stick together. That way, we can discuss what gifts to prepare.”
The children reached a consensus.
Led by Feng Yuan, they set off to search for gifts.
They helped pull weeds in the field and received a small bag of fresh peanuts still covered in mud.
These peanuts were given to Xiao Putao.
This was the gift Xiao Putao had chosen for her dad.
Huo Ming chose a jar of earthworms.
“My dad loves fishing. Digging earthworms can help him fish.”
When Feng Yuan heard Huo Ming wanted earthworms, he helped him dig for them.
Xiao Putao didn’t dig.
She was wearing a white princess dress.
Huo Ming wouldn’t let her dig. He’s afraid she’d dirty her white dress.
Feng Yuan, Rong Rong, and Yu Qingqing all crouched on the ground and dug together.
Rong Rong was slow and not very lucky. He wasn’t afraid of earthworms, but he couldn’t catch any either.
He lifted clumps of soil and poked at the damp earth with a stick.
Feng Yuan had already caught several, but Rong Rong hadn’t caught a single one.
“Here, Rong Rong, take one.”
Feng Yuan placed one of the earthworms he’d caught into Rong Rong’s small hand.
The earthworms were dirty, looking both scary and grubby.
But none of the children were afraid.
After digging for earthworms, Feng Yuan also caught two toads and put them in his bag.
When they had set out to find gifts, they had all brought their small backpacks.
After working in the field for a while, the little ones headed to the pond.
Feng Yuan, having just been spanked, didn’t dare to go into the water now.
They wandered around the pond, hoping to see if any fish would jump out and land in their backpacks.
After wandering for a while, no fish came.
The little ones went to look for other things. Feng Yuan picked some wild fruit for his dad.
He also helped Rong Rong pick mushrooms.
By the time the two little ones had finished preparing their gifts, it was getting dark.
They made their way back from the outskirts of the village.
While passing by the small grove at the village entrance, Feng Yuan spotted a large wreath.
The wreath was incredibly beautiful, with vibrant colors.
Feng Yuan was instantly captivated.
“Wow, such a big flower!”
“So pretty!”
“Did someone throw this away? What a waste to leave it here.”
A group of children gathered around the wreath, reaching out to touch it.
None of them had ever seen such a large flower arrangement.
“Yuan Yuan, can we take it? No one seems to want it anyway.”
The large, beautiful wreath was covered in water droplets, clearly having been rained on.
If someone had wanted it, they wouldn’t have left it out in the rain.
Yu Qingqing analyzed seriously. It must have been discarded.
Feng Yuan thought her reasoning made perfect sense.
“Let’s carry it away then!”
Feng Yuan always boasted about his strength, so he took the lead and hoisted the large wreath.
There was only one of these big circular wreaths, along with two smaller vertical ones. With five children, they couldn’t divide them evenly.
So, they decided to treat it as a grand gift for all their dads!
Feng Yuan carried the large wreath, while Rong Rong took one of the smaller ones.
Huo Ming held Xiao Putao’s hand with one hand and carried the other vertical wreath with the other.
Yu Qingqing, who hadn’t gotten one, took turns carrying the wreaths with the others on the way back.
The children marched triumphantly back to the village, carrying the wreaths.
The cameramen following them had strict rules. They couldn’t interfere with the children’s activities.
Watching the scene unfold, the cameramen’s hands trembled slightly as they held their equipment.
Villagers who had stepped out to eat their dinner in the evening were stunned by the sight.
“Heavens, what are those kids doing?”
“They’re going to get a scolding for sure.”
The villagers stared as the children headed home, forgetting even to eat their meals.
Just before the children arrived home, the fathers had just finished their labor in exchange for a hearty farm-style dinner.
After securing the meal, the dads gathered together for a heart-to-heart talk.
They shared their experiences and insights on raising children.
Director Li stayed with them, quietly listening to their conversation.
That evening, Director Li liked an analysis post by a netizen.
The netizen was a devoted “mom fan” of Little Yuan Yuan.
She had keenly noticed that after following accounts like Feng Yuan, Feng Qi, Y, and Little Deer, Director Li had been sporadically posting erratic updates on Weibo.
Moreover, he had liked Feng Yuan’s videos that very afternoon!
All of this was highly unusual!
Director Li was a director, specifically the director of the reality show 《Baby’s Journey》.
He had recently set out to film this parenting variety show.
However, he had yet to announce the guests for the program.
Although he hadn’t revealed the guests, his erratic posts made it clear just how confident he was about the show.
After days of gathering evidence, the mom fan calmly deduced and analyzed the situation.
And her conclusion was singular—
Little Yuan Yuan had joined this parenting show!
The mom fan posted her analysis on Weibo.
Many fans found the analysis logical and well-supported, though some remained skeptical.
Just as everyone was buzzing about the speculation, Director Li, whether by accident or on purpose, liked the post.
After his like, the names Feng Qi and Feng Yuan instantly shot to the top of the hot search list.
Feng Qi’s fans, along with Feng Yuan’s mom fans and auntie fans, all flocked to Director Li’s Weibo page, demanding that he come forward and clarify the situation.
Director Li was well-versed in how public opinion fermented.
He didn’t speak out immediately. Instead, he waited for the trending topic to linger for a while before officially announcing Feng Qi and Feng Yuan as the father-son guests for his show.
This way, a new wave of buzz about his program would surge once again.
Director Li was steadily steering the public discourse.
Meanwhile, in the small courtyard, the parents were still chatting while waiting for their children to return.
When Huo Fei mentioned his son, his eyes suddenly reddened as he spoke.
“I feel quite guilty toward my son. He’s been sensible since he was little, but his mother and I… we’ve somewhat neglected him.”
“It wasn’t until this trip with him that I realized I haven’t been a very competent father.”
“On this show, it’s the first time I’ve seen how lively and mischievous my son can actually be.”
“I’m not afraid of being laughed at when I say this. Even though his mischief today drove me crazy, deep down, I was actually happy.”
“At home, we adults have always placed too many expectations on him. We’ve always praised him for being outstanding, for being good at everything, for being such a good child…”
“We thought that praising him more was the right thing to do.”
“But now, I realize that by constantly praising him like that, we’ve forced him to suppress his true nature.”
Huo Fei’s words struck a chord with the other fathers as well.
It was true.
Everyone loves well-behaved and sensible children.
But in reality, there’s no such thing as a perfect child.
Children are at an age where they’re exploring the world.
They can’t be perfect.
As the parents chatted one by one, Bo Han, the low-key, aloof, and mysterious film emperor in the public eye, also visibly softened when talking about his own Rong Rong.
He said, “My Rong Rong has never once made me angry, and he’s never gotten into any trouble.”
“My biggest wish for him is that he could be like Yuan Yuan. Whether he causes trouble or acts out, as long as he’s having fun, that’s all that matters.”
After the fathers had all spoken about their children, Feng Qi cleared his throat and began reflecting on himself.
“There are many shortcomings in how I’ve raised Yuan Yuan.”
“As you probably know, my Yuan Yuan has earned the nickname ‘the little internet-famous troublemaker’.”
“I really haven’t spared the rod with him.”
“But now, looking back, I realize that my approach might have been problematic.”
“I should have been more patient with him.”
Feng Qi earnestly reflected and concluded, “Spanking isn’t the only way to solve problems. Maybe I need to find new ways to communicate with him.”
The parents’ heartfelt confessions were faithfully recorded by the cameraman.
Both the children and the parents had their own dedicated cameramen following them.
The atmosphere in the small courtyard was overwhelmingly warm and tender.
After opening up to one another, the parents’ hearts melted with affection for their children.
They were all growing impatient to see their little ones.
“It’s already dark, and they still haven’t returned. Should we go pick them up?”
Huo Fei was the first to stand up and suggest, “They’d probably be happy to see us coming to get them.”
“Alright.”
Bo Han hadn’t seen his little fox for quite some time.
He had actually been growing anxious for a while.
Seeing that one of the parents had suggested going to pick them up, he was the first to agree.
Feng Qi also stood up and headed toward the door.
Smiles graced the faces of all the parents.
They had prepared a delicious meal. Now, it was time to bring the children in to eat.
Before the parents could even reach the door, they heard the sound of footsteps outside, along with the cheerful chatter of the little ones.
“It seems we won’t need to fetch them.”
Feng Qi smiled. “They’re back.”
Bo Han also curved the corners of his lips and turned his gaze toward the door.
The parents’ footsteps halted abruptly, their gazes uniformly fixed on the doorway.
A few seconds passed.
Every trace of a smile vanished completely from the parents’ faces.
Feng Qi stared at the chubby little one carrying the funeral wreath, his complexion instantly turning ashen.
Bo Han looked at the fluffy-haired child holding the small wreath, his expression one of utter disbelief, as if questioning whether he was witnessing reality or trapped in a nightmare.
The parents stood rooted to the spot, as if nailed to the ground.
Meanwhile, the little ones, unable to see their fathers’ expressions in the darkness, remained exuberant.
“Dad, I brought you a gift!”
“Dad, I brought one, too!”
The children cheered happily. Even Rong Rong, who rarely spoke, raised his chubby little hand high.
In his grasp was a brightly colored miniature funeral wreath.
Feng Yuan placed the large wreath in front of the fathers.
Only after setting it down did he notice that none of the dads had uttered a word.
This struck him as odd.
“Dad, are you too happy to speak?”
Feng Yuan slipped off his small backpack, already preparing to present his father with fruits and a toad.
Crouching on the ground, he glanced up at his dad once more before unzipping the bag.
Strange.
The more he looked, the more puzzled he grew. “Dad, why are you so happy you can’t even talk?”
The other children were equally bewildered.
Yu Qingqing went straight to shaking her father’s arm—a rare display of filial piety as she expressed her devotion.
“Dad, this one isn’t enough to share. We all pitched in for it.”
“When we get back, I’ll use my New Year’s money to buy you another one.”
“I’ll get you one even bigger than this!”
Little Yu Qingqing’s heartfelt gesture nearly made Yu Yiming, who had just been stung by a bee earlier that day, wish he could vanish on the spot.
Feng Qi also closed his eyes for a few seconds, steadying himself before he could speak calmly.
Chanting inwardly, ‘don’t hit the kid, don’t hit the kid’, he gritted his teeth and demanded, “Where did you get this wreath?!”
Moonlit: So that was why the cameraman was trembling HAHAHAHAHAHA
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