Chapter 68 “Goodbye!”

Chapter 68 "Goodbye!"

Director Lu accepted the video call and appeared on the projection screen, leaving the guests present with expressions of sheer astonishment.

Netizens were abuzz with discussions about the potential follow-up collaboration between him and Ji Ning, analyzing every clue. When the role was officially announced after the morning audition, Ji Ning probably didn't know she still had a chance. It wasn't until recently, when the chief director called her out for a meeting, and she returned with a light step, that the role of the antagonist mentioned by Lu Pingyuan was finally confirmed, amidst the mockery of haters who laughed at her apparent naivety.

From the moment the role was announced, the haters were particularly active, ridiculing Ji Ning for being incapable of portraying any complex, deep roles, and suggesting that the so-called fans' high hopes were merely based on her past glories. Even a once-renowned art film actor dared not mention his works from years ago after falling out of favor, let alone Ji Ning, whose peak was twenty years ago.

These mocking comments always floated in the live chat, leaving fans powerless to fight back, almost wilting under the barrage of insults when they tried to defend Ji Ning. This ordeal lasted for more than ten hours, exhausting everyone, until now, when the tables turned, and the fans rallied back fiercely.

The battle in the live chat was imminent. The last time the live chat was this heated was when fans of the two rising starlets from the BFF group refused to back down. Netizens marveled at the combativeness of the fans, while also being surprised to find that Ji Ning was no longer the so-called 18th-tier artist in the public eye. She had real fans, was starting to take on roles and prepare for filming, and even now, as her popularity surged, a previously agreed-upon mobile phone brand made a subtle announcement, expressing anticipation for their collaboration.

"Even the commercial deals are set? That's incredibly fast."

"Who said today was Ji Ning's joke day? It's clearly a slap-in-the-face day!"

"Our Ningning's career is on the rise!"

"This variety show must have had a significant impact on Ji Ning, from her initial indifferent, day-to-day attitude to gradually planning her career path. I don't believe she was just lying flat the whole time."

"Every job opportunity Ji Ning got was through her own efforts, and she will surely deliver a satisfactory performance in the future!"

"There's no such thing as easy good luck. Our Ningning will show everyone her true strength!"

The live chat was filled with heartfelt essays from fans.

Lu Pingyuan advised Ji Ning to take the upcoming time to rest and recuperate. Once she entered the film set, he wouldn't be so lenient and would strictly demand high performance from every actor. If the acting was too poor, being replaced would be a simple matter.

When he said this, his tone was stern but not threatening, more like an elder's expectations for a younger generation.

Ji Ning sincerely agreed: "You even know the trendy words."

"What trendy words?"

"Acting too poorly..." Ji Ning said seriously, "Probably not!"

On the other end of the screen, Lu Pingyuan was both annoyed and amused.

Even as a child star, Ji Ning wasn't this obedient. As she grew up, she would often come up with new ideas unexpectedly. But it was precisely because she didn't follow the rules and always held her own views on acting that she left a deep impression.

The road ahead is still wide.

Twenty years ago, Lu Pingyuan's expectation for Ji Ning was that the child star would grow up to become a big star. Now, he gave her a role that allowed her to express herself. His expectations were no longer long-term; he just hoped Ji Ning would understand that every play, no matter the size of the role, is an opportunity as long as it's performed well.

It was about time, and Lu Pingyuan ended the video call.

Zhu Zhu already knew her mother was about to start filming and had a million questions popping up in her little head.

"Mom, is acting fun?"

"Will I see mom on TV?"

"Like 'Little Yuanbao'."

Ji Ning explained seriously to Zhu Zhu.

Acting is an interesting experience, but it's not for fun. Every role has flesh and blood, never just a tool. Taking on a role means being responsible for "her".

"You won't see Little Yuanbao," Ji Ning smiled, "She's grown up."

"Grow up to be a big Yuanbao!" Zhu Zhu said in her childish voice.

"You won't see your mom on TV," Ding Muyun said. "She'll be appearing on the big screen soon."

"Wow, the big screen, that's so cool," Tong Zhile said to her brother. "You'll have to rent out a whole theater then."

"No problem," Tong Zhiqi said generously. "I'll rent out a theater and invite the fans."

"Count me in," Zhang Yanxi said.

Tong Zhile seemed to hesitate before speaking.

"Don't worry," Zhang Yanxi laughed heartily. "I've got the money."

As the laughter echoed, many congratulated Ji Ning.

This variety show marked a significant turning point in her career, and after the show, her journey as an actor truly and officially began.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" Ji Ning looked up at Jiang Cheng.

With her chin slightly raised and her eyes sparkling, she was full of vitality.

It was as if she had a perfect score report card, able to remain humble in front of other guests, but in front of him, it seemed like three words were carved on her forehead.

Praise me, please.

"That's amazing."

"I'm not like Zhu Zhu!"

Xiao Tuanzi turned her head and tilted it—

What's the matter with Zhu Zhu!

Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, "I always knew you could do it."

He was aware of her dreams and confident she would eventually achieve them.

"Ningning acts differently around Mr. Jiang, and that's non-negotiable."

"Little Zhu Bao: Am I some kind of easy-to-please baby or what!"

"It's great; in the show, two pairs broke up, and three pairs got together—it's not a breakup fest!"

"The married couple and the BFF group broke up; the sibling duo and the amateur group got together. Where's the other pair?"

"Doesn't the faded movie star and his sister count as a happy ending?"

"Don't blame me for being a downer, but strictly speaking, the breakups are final, and the new relationships are just budding—the outcome isn't certain yet."

"Step aside! There's still a third episode coming, so don't panic!"

The connection segment for all the celebrity guests had ended, marking the true conclusion of the show's second episode.

A staff member whispered something into Tao Shaorong's ear, prompting a nod.

"Let them come in."

The celebrity guests' assistants arrived.

The last twenty minutes of recording didn't have much substantial program content.

Mostly, it involved watching the celebrity guests chat about everyday life or instructing their assistants on what luggage still needed to be packed.

The triple crown actress's assistant had left at noon today. While waiting at the airport, she was still happy about this trip, sharing her mood along the way in a group chat with her girlfriends.

She never expected that after boarding and turning off her phone, just a few hours later when she got off the plane, her world would come crashing down.

Exposing a scumbag's true nature in a live broadcast, even a completely unknown small artist could gain popularity from it, let alone a triple crown actress.

The assistant still doesn't understand why Ding Muyun acted so resolutely. She doesn't want to get involved in the drama; she just hopes everything calms down and doesn't affect her work. Nervously, she arrived at the hotel, and when standing face to face, she found the actress much more composed than she had imagined.

"The luggage is all packed," Ding Muyun said. "The two black suitcases are full of clothes, not needed immediately. Maybe you can contact a courier and have them shipped back directly."

"Envious, even luxury brand clothes are disposable? After wearing them once on the show, they won't be worn again!"

"Actually, it's understandable. After my clothes appear in selfies on my social media, they almost always get shelved too... For the financial capacity of a triple crown actress, clothes worth tens of thousands are probably equivalent to our clothes worth a few hundred."

"I suddenly remembered, during the 'True or False' segment, the actress mentioned she supported Xiang Xinghui's family. Was that intentional? Clearly, investing is one thing, but Xiang Xinghui secretly transferring marital assets is another. There should be a chance to recover that part, right?"

"The Xiang family directly achieved a class leap thanks to the actress, and still had the audacity to deceive her... The Xiangs should leave with nothing!"

Ding Muyun continued, "We'll take the other two suitcases with us."

The assistant remained silent for a while.

"Why are you stunned?" Ding Muyun waved her hand in front of her.

"Okay," the assistant quickly said. "Got it, Sister Muyun."

The top male idol's assistant is a big guy, very strong, the kind who could carry six suitcases up and down six flights of stairs without a problem.

He looks rough but works meticulously, bringing a checklist with every item clearly listed, to ensure nothing is left behind.

"My sister's luggage is in her own room," Tong Zhiqi said. "It's similar to my suitcase, with no stickers or old luggage tags, so be careful not to mix them up."

The assistant asked, "Huh?"

"What 'huh'?" Tong Zhiqi said. "She's just a little girl; shouldn't we send her back?"

The assistant quickly complied.

Last episode, the siblings had just started to mend their relationship, and the idol was still a bit awkward, not giving his sister much of a warm reception. Unexpectedly, in this episode, he's sending her home.

"Let's be clear, I'm not going into your house," Tong Zhiqi said. "You'll go back on your own."

Tong Zhile remembered the time her brother found her and their mother's new address and came over alone.

When he opened the door and saw so many people at home, he hesitated, the light in his eyes dimming bit by bit, and in the end, he said nothing and turned away.

All these years, she and her mother have lived there, but her brother never returned.

The new home of his sister and mother holds many unpleasant memories for him. Yet this time, he was willing to send her back.

Tong Zhile pursed her lips.

"Don't be too touched," Tong Zhiqi said. "It's just a driver stepping on the gas. I don't want fans to think I'm heartless."

"Clearly, you're the one with the hardest mouth," the sister pouted, glancing at him, then spoke as if it didn't matter, "Thank you."

The top male idol didn't reply, his expression cool and composed.

Why the formalities between siblings?

"Why the hesitation! If you've done something, show it to your sister, don't always keep it to yourself!"

"Wuwuwu, I hope both brother and sister are doing well, and that the adults' issues don't spill over to the kids."

"It's heartbreaking for the brother; taking his sister home might stir up painful memories of being left behind, but he's still willing to do it. A child who doesn't cry gets no candy, after all."

"So cringy, grown adults in their twenties... are the fans for real?"

"First time in showbiz? In their fandom, the brother is perpetually three years old, tops."

"Are you sure he's three? He's even younger than our little Zhu Bao by half a year."

To avoid backlash, the actress and the top male idol's teams assigned just one assistant each.

Zhang Yanxi's assistant didn't show up, and he had no idea if they'd been reassigned or let go. But he didn't have as much stuff as the others, so he didn't need special attention.

For the amateur group, the setup was much more elaborate.

Mr. Wen, the assistant, was sharp; he knew this trip wasn't like the usual ones with Mr. Jiang. When Mr. Jiang traveled alone, he kept it simple—basic clothes, toiletries, and work essentials. But now, he wasn't alone—he had his family with him!

Mr. Wen wasn't a dad, but he knew kids' stuff could pile up like crazy. Even spoons and bowls had to be kid-friendly, not to mention all the other gear, making this move a major operation.

As for Miss Ji, she was even more meticulous—without extra hands, the job wouldn't get done.

Mr. Wen thought of everything, bringing a whole crew who lined up in front of Mr. Jiang.

Ji Ning: "A moving crew?"

"Just company staff..." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Where are Grandma and Grandpa?" The little one scanned the row of employees for them.

"Hahaha, what's up with the moving squad?"

"Hecheng Group: We take moving seriously."

"It's hitting me more and more that the show's ending. Checking the time, I really don't want to say goodbye."

In the final five minutes, director Tao Shaorong got a little emotional, his eyes welling up.

He bid farewell to the celebrity guests and the netizens, his prepared speech appearing word by word on the live stream, making the moment especially bittersweet.

"Oh, by the way!" Ji Ning chimed in, "What happened to our promise of drinking till we drop?"

A few days ago, Zhang Yanxi made a pot of braised food in the cabin's kitchen, and during the late-night snack, a few young people sat together and had a few drinks.

They agreed to find a day to do it again, to drink to their heart's content.

Time flew by, and the show was nearing its end again.

Tong Zhile said, "Let's keep this regret for next time."

"Like Ji Ning said, wait until next time to complete the map?" Zhang Yanxi laughed.

"When's next time?" Tong Zhiqi asked. "Why not today?"

Young people are always impulsive and have already started enthusiastically making plans.

Ding Muyun couldn't remember the last time they had all gotten together for drinks. Back then, she had been with Xiang Xinghui and Brother Zhouzhou, braving the cold wind in a modest cabin. Those moments felt like just yesterday, yet also like a lifetime ago. Back then, she had been lost in a bubble of illusory happiness, but now that bubble had burst, revealing the harsh truth, and she was still struggling to adjust.

Ding Muyun turned to her assistant to go over the work schedule for the next few days.

"Let's do it tonight. It's not like we have anything important tomorrow."

"Late flights are always getting delayed. We're better off catching a flight tomorrow."

"We're in the mood now, so why wait?"

The show was wrapping up, and the celebrity guests were already planning an after-party.

The live chat was spamming question marks, urging Tao Shaorong to get to work since the cameras were still rolling and the crew hadn't clocked out yet. Why not turn the guests' after-party into a bonus segment?

Mr. Wen was so in tune with Mr. Jiang that a single glance was all it took for him to understand. First, everyone's hotel rooms needed to be extended for another day instead of being checked out. Second, since the assistants were already here, they couldn't exactly sleep under a bridge. He had to sort out everyone's accommodations.

Mr. Wen dashed off and returned in no time: "All set!"

This way, Miss Ji and the little princess could enjoy themselves.

His year-end bonus might get a nice bump, and just the thought of it made him smile.

"Is Mr. Jiang's assistant some kind of super assistant? Everyone else is still standing around, and he just zipped off and came back with a stack of room keys."

"I even overheard him talking with the other assistants about finding a spot nearby to hang out tonight."

"Did Mr. Jiang just casually fix everyone's accommodations?"

"I've given up on getting rich, but with so many assistants around, can't I just tag along? No big deal—just want to travel on the company's tab."

"Sister Muyun," Ji Ning said, stepping forward, "Lele and I found some popular cocktail tutorials online. Later, Jiang Cheng will put Zhu Zhu to bed, and Yanxi and Zhiqi will grab some snacks. If you're not in a rush, why not join us?"

"Me?" Ding Muyun pointed at herself, smiling and shaking her head. "You kids have fun. I wouldn't want to ruin the vibe—"

"You not staying would ruin the vibe," Tong Zhiqi said. "No one gets left out!"

Xiao Tuanzi looked on.

Just a moment ago, her mom had already worked it out with her dad to take the baby back to the room for bedtime.

What happened to 'no one gets left out'?

The clever little one piped up in her sweetest voice, "Daddy, no one gets left out."

Jiang Cheng: "You count as half."

Netizens: ?

Does Mr. Jiang even know how to comfort a child!

So the little one only counts as half, and Zhu Zhu happily accepted her dad's answer.

What she cared more about was the adults discussing the after-party drinking.

Last time, her parents said it was silly wine...

It's quite a worry for the baby.

The live stream screen indicates only a few seconds remain.

Ding Muyun initially thought the young people were merely being polite in asking her to stay.

But after spending over ten days together across two episodes, everyone had grown familiar with each other. When each person invited her, she could discern whether it was mere politeness or genuine sincerity.

After the afternoon's events, following Xiang Xinghui's departure, no one brought him up again.

Everyone wished to comfort Ding Muyun but were unsure how. It seemed they all simultaneously thought of a way, playfully tugging at her arm, insisting she stay.

She chuckled and agreed.

Ding Muyun reflected that, on this journey, she had genuinely made friends.

As she remarked yesterday at the snowfield hot spring, the trip was truly worthwhile.

"The film queen actually agreed! Once it was a mutual rush with a scoundrel, now it's a mutual rush with the sisters—not bad!"

"Wuwuwuwu, I disagree! Why not continue the live stream? Useless production team!"

"Is it over? Really over? It feels like the show hasn't concluded, and we can keep watching tomorrow morning... the withdrawal symptoms are kicking in so fast."

"Can't even pull off a simple bonus scene? The production team is utterly useless; next episode, we'll keep scolding."

"Friends, the live stream screen has dimmed; like little Zhu Bao, I need to sleep (sad wave.jpg)."

...

Little Zhu Zhu has little sense of time until the staff left on schedule, began packing up the equipment, and bid farewell, making Xiao Tuanzi realize the second episode of the live stream had ended once more.

But when Dad called her to sleep, her sense of time suddenly clicked.

"Little babies sleep at seven," the baby said.

Ji Ning laughed: "She's a big baby at three and a half years old, not so easily fooled!"

The top floor's largest suite became the venue for the celebrity guests' second-half activities.

Tong Zhiqi and Zhang Yanxi headed out, one opening the phone map, the other compiling a shopping list. With Snow Ridge's plethora of local delicacies, they couldn't possibly sample them all, but tonight they aimed to taste as many as possible.

Tong Zhile and Ji Ning feared the film queen might dwell on sad thoughts if left alone, so they steadfastly ensured she wasn't.

In the spacious suite, they were like two chatterboxes, their constant chatter filling Ding Muyun's ears—a bit noisy, but very comforting.

Shortly after, the hotel's delivery robot arrived with the takeout Ji Ning had ordered.

A heap of alcohol, drinks, fruits, and ice cups—recently, some bloggers' cocktail series vlogs had gained popularity, piquing their interest, leading them to find tutorials and dive into enthusiastic research.

"Forgot to order a shaker," Ji Ning remarked, "No worries, shaking with ice cups works just as well."

Tong Zhile and Ji Ning were experimenting with mixing, following the tutorial's steps, gradually figuring it out.

But Ding Muyun had genuinely learned to mix drinks for a previous role. As the film queen mixed drinks, her posture was elegant, gently stirring the ice cup. The alcohol and grapefruit juice blended momentarily, gradually layering, then she poured in soda water and added garnishes, making it look quite professional.

"This gradient color, does it look like a sunrise?" Ding Muyun asked with a smile.

They started talking about sunrises.

"Hey Sister Muyun, ever seen a sunrise?"

Before the words were even out of her mouth, Tong Zhile realized her question might have been a bit too personal.

That day, after leaving the Time Post Office, Xiang Xinghui mentioned the wish he had written on the postcard. Ding Muyun had always been swamped with work over the years, with most of her life experiences coming from her roles. They hardly ever spent time together, and even going on a trip together was a rare occurrence. He wished to travel with her someday, to see the beautiful scenery and experience the sunrise and sunset...

Ding Muyun said, "Don't look so worried, I'm tougher than I seem."

She smiled, "I haven't had the chance yet, but I'm sure I will. I'm between projects right now, so I plan to take a break. I'm curious about solo travel."

"What about Ningning?"

Ji Ning had a fleeting memory.

The sun slowly rose in the morning, its golden rays lit up half the sky, the sea and the sky merging into one. She remembered receiving flowers, though the memory was as fragmented as an old black-and-white film, she clearly knew that the flowers must have been vibrant.

It was clear who had watched the sunrise with her.

"It looked like a huge orange ocean," Ji Ning said, "so beautiful."

She stared at the cocktail Ding Muyun had made, "Look closely, this drink really looks like a sunrise."

"This one's for Ms. Ji, the only one here who's seen a sunrise!"

Ji Ning had been eyeing this drink for a while and didn't hesitate at all. She held the glass with one hand and brought it to her lips.

At the rim of the glass, she tasted the flavor of lime, slightly tilting the glass, the wine was sweet, with a tangy and refreshing aftertaste.

"This drink packs a punch," Ding Muyun laughed, "Take it easy, or you'll end up tipsy."

Ji Ning immediately slowed down her drinking.

She passed the baby-soothing duties to Mr. Jiang.

If she got drunk before the baby fell asleep, it'd be mortifying!

...

Zhu Zhu figured out how to haggle with her dad all on her own.

At seven, she wasn't about to go to bed without a fuss, and eight o'clock was out of the question. The little one held up nine chubby fingers to her dad.

Xiao Tuanzi wouldn't hit the sack until at least nine.

Jiang Cheng gave in, and just like that, his daughter had a new trick up her sleeve.

Pushing her luck.

"Can we go check it out?"

Among the hotel's special programs, there was a magic theater.

Xiao Tuanzi had been longing for it for a long time, but counting the hours, it seemed like only about twenty hours.

Such an easily fulfilled wish shouldn't be left for tomorrow, so Jiang Cheng took the baby alone to the hotel theater to watch the magic show.

For a full hour, Zhu Zhu watched without blinking.

Magic made the impossible possible, the little one thought—this must be real magic.

When the magician finished the performance, it further confirmed Zhu Zhu's guess.

Because the magician gave her a souvenir, which was a beautiful magic wand.

The magic wand was battery-powered and had a switch. When shaken gently, it sparkled and shone instantly.

On the way back to the room, Zhu Zhu held her father's hand with one hand and waved the magic wand with the other.

"Little kitty—" Xiao Tuanzi declared dramatically, "Meow!"

"Meow."

This "meow" was uttered by Jiang Cheng with a straight face.

Although only his daughter heard it, Jiang Cheng still felt a bit awkward.

"Little grass—" Zhu Zhu continued to wave the magic wand authoritatively, "Speak!"

"Hi, I’m the grass."

Zhu Zhu glanced at the grass from afar and ran over in surprise.

Zhu Zhu was only as big as a little ball, her face close to the grass, unsure which blade of grass was talking.

Jiang Cheng: ?

Who says a three-and-a-half-year-old can’t be fooled? She really believed it...

Zhu Zhu held the magic wand as if she had found a treasure, her face lit up with joy.

She decided to try again, waving the wand and reciting a spell.

"Daddy—"

"Hug!"

In the next moment, her father picked her up.

It wasn't just a hug; the baby sat on her father's shoulders, her little legs swinging comfortably, her chin resting on her father's head, like a game of Jenga.

Now Zhu Zhu felt super tall, even taller than her dad!

"Daddy, will I grow this tall in the future?"

"Will I turn into a giant?"

"Becoming a giant is so cool!"

Their time together flew by. By the time Jiang Cheng brought the baby back to the room, it was almost nine o'clock. Xiao Tuanzi was fully capable of taking care of herself; even without her mom, she could handle her bedtime routine on her own.

As Jiang Cheng waited for Zhu Zhu outside, a WeChat notification appeared on his phone.

He opened it and saw it was from Tong Zhiqi.

Tong Zhiqi had sent several messages, but earlier, during the magic show, Jiang Cheng had been too focused on Zhu Zhu, so he missed them.

"Tong Zhiqi: We got tons of tasty food—hurry over!"

"Tong Zhiqi: The hotel banned charcoal grills, and the smoke alarm went off, ruining all the seafood and meat Yanxi and I bought."

"Tong Zhiqi: It's okay, the hotel is preparing the food, they'll be delivered soon."

The last message was just sent out by Tong Zhiqi—

"Ji Ning... she..."

Jiang Cheng replied immediately.

On the other side, Tong Zhiqi was so angry he slapped his thigh in frustration.

Jing @ Mo @ Zheng @ Li, just as I thought, so heartless!

Messages kept coming in, one after another.

Tong Zhiqi said coldly, "I won't respond to him either, let him be anxious."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Zhile leaned over to Ji Ning and peeked at her phone screen.

"Breaking news! Mr. Jiang sent a message to Ningning!"

Tong Zhiqi: "Just ignore him!"

Ji Ning looked down and typed a reply.

"Huh?" She looked up, hit send, and asked Tong Zhiqi, "Ignore who?"

"Ignore you." Tong Zhile teased, grinning at her brother.

Top male idol looking pitiful: ...

Today, I won't forgive you amateur group for this!

...

Jiang Cheng got Ji Ning's reply.

She said she was fine and sent a bunch of emoticons showing all sorts of feelings.

He tried to interpret it—how tipsy is she?

Xiao Tuanzi kept her word, at nine o'clock, she got into bed on time.

Jiang Cheng sat at the corner of the bed, reading the baby a story.

Old Jiang and Zhou Yanjun also video-called at the same time, but their son hung up.

"We'll see each other tomorrow anyway."

Jiang Cheng's explanation to Zhu Zhu was still brief.

He thought to himself, "Calling all day—what does the old man even have to talk about?"

Zhu Zhu poked her little head out from under the covers, her round eyes teary.

"Won't I see Daddy at all tomorrow?"

Grandpa said Daddy is going to take over his shift.

Does that mean I have to say goodbye to Daddy?

The storybook just didn’t seem interesting anymore, and Zhu Zhu dug around under her blanket.

First, she found a doll, looked at it, and put it back.

The second time, she pulled out a little stuffed elephant that she had snuck from her dad’s room after a claw machine game, and she shook her head.

"Not you."

After a few tries, Zhu Zhu pulled out a sparkly magic wand.

Jiang Cheng: ...

Is her blanket some kind of treasure chest?

This time, Zhu Zhu held the magic wand and started reciting a baby spell.

If the magic wand really worked, she wished her dad could stay.

Just like when he was on the show, always and always, by Zhu Zhu and her mom’s side.

Her sweet little voice echoed in her ears.

The magic wand could grant lots of little wishes for the baby, but now, she was willing to swap all those little wishes for one big one.

"She even figured out how to bargain with the magic wand," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Jiang Cheng remembered Ji Ning telling him that Zhu Zhu’s little mouth was so sweet.

Every night before bed, she would be put in a happy mood by the baby.

It turned out that he had also become someone she couldn’t do without.

The small nightlight on the bedside table was on, making it tough for her to fall asleep.

Jiang Cheng reached out and turned off the nightlight, gently patting her tummy. "Sleep now."

"Dad, are you playing drums?"

"Why is there no drum sound?"

"It’s like a little solid watermelon."

Jiang Cheng helped Zhu Zhu put the magic wand aside.

He hadn’t realized just how much he meant to her.

So important that she was willing to give up her powers to make kittens meow and grass talk, just to keep her dad by her side.

In her first showdown with kittens and grass, he had won!

He guessed even if he faced porcupines, hedgehogs, or reindeer, he would still be the ultimate winner.

Jiang Cheng wasn’t used to being pampered by anyone.

Just like Ji Ning, he felt a little giddy.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhu’s voice rang out in the darkness.

"Dad, the LEGO broke!"

As expected, you shouldn't keep the mountain off-road LEGO car in the bed.

With just a kick of her little foot, it fell apart!

Mr. Jiang asked expectantly, "Zhu Zhu, which is more important, LEGO or Daddy?"

"LEGO," Xiao Tuanzi sat up to start fixing it, "Daddy, turn on the light, I need to fix it."

Jiang Cheng was speechless...

Only Mom gets the sweet talk?