Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The live broadcast of the first episode of the new season of *Zai Zai the Superman* officially begins.

Fans of *Zai Zai the Superman*, parent-child reality show enthusiasts, and celebrity guest stans have already gathered on time.

The program’s host is introducing the location for this season’s filming.

A lakeside garden farm on the city's outskirts.

A drone's-eye view captures the serene landscape from above.

The farm is half-surrounded by the lake, while the other side is lined with towering fir trees and a vast garden blooming with a dozen flower varieties dancing in the wind.

Golden wheat stalks sway in small rice paddies, free-range poultry peck across the lawns, and an orchard is dotted with ripe fruits in shades of orange, red, and yellow.

Four rustic cabins with sloped roofs come into view, each with its door facing a central open-air courtyard.

As the camera quickly pans over the cabins and courtyard, viewers can clearly see that these are the spaces where the four groups of guests will rest and prepare their home-cooked meals.

Livestream chat:

“Wow, the autumn farm looks absolutely lovely~”

“Are the guests here for a vacation? Another 2.08 mil paid vacation?”

“Meh, not feeling the celebs. Peace out.”

“I'll wait till all guests arrive before judging.”

As the audience continues commenting in the livestream chat, the first group of guests makes their appearance.

A female singer known for her artsy, girl-next-door vibe, Zhu Wei, and her five-year-old daughter, Rong Rong.

Both mother and daughter are pushing suitcases and smiling as they wave at the camera.

Rong Rong sticks close to her mom, unsure which camera to look at, appearing a little nervous.

“Rong Rong looks so much like her mom~ Such an innocent, wholesome vibe—she’ll grow up to be an artsy icon too~”

“Knew Rong Rong was Zhu Wei’s daughter at first glance. The facial features are a spitting image.”

The second group of guests is a boy band member, Zhou Xu.

In his arms is a four-year-old named Xiao Qi, with a round head and owl-like eyes locked intensely on the photographer.

“Yo Xiao Qi, you good? No blink challenge?”

“Xiao Qi is Zhou Xu’s kid? I thought he was from the regular family group. Sorry, auntie’s sorry, cutie pie~”

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu have shared the stage before and are old acquaintances, so they immediately strike up a quiet conversation upon meeting.

The third group of guests arrives—Chu Han, wearing sunglasses, and her seven-year-old son, Xing Xing, waving excitedly as they join in: “Hey guys, we made it!”

Chu Han became an award-winning actress right after her debut, married her childhood sweetheart young, and has lived out of the spotlight since taking a break from acting for a few years.

Her appearance on the show with her son is a real rarity.

“SMH at Chu Han's early marriage.”

"Is Xing Xing really seven? Doesn’t look like it—he’s about the same height as my six-year-old nephew."

"I’m shook, I totally guessed wrong. I thought Xing Xing was just a regular kid. (Whispering: Didn’t inherit Chu Han’s beauty...)"

"He’s still growing into his looks. Kids around six or seven aren’t fully developed yet, so don’t rush!"

"Wait, Yi Ming, the oldest and best-looking among the kids, is actually from the regular group?"

"That tall, gorgeous mom from the teaser had such an elegant vibe—no wonder she gave birth to Yi Ming!"

As the audience buzzed with discussion, Bao Yiming came bouncing energetically toward the camera, pushing two oversized suitcases.

Behind the energetic kid walked someone slowly, wearing a wide-brimmed black sunhat and also pushing a massive suitcase.

"Yi Ming’s biracial features are seriously mesmerizing—I want a handsome son like him!"

"Same! I’d send him to be a child model at three to earn money for me (devilish whisper)."

From a distant camera angle, the figure wore a loose, flowing linen shirt with a deep V-neck.

Though their face wasn’t clear, they radiated elegance through their slender frame.

The on-screen caption read: "Yi Ming" / "Yi Ming’s Dad."

"No way, that’s the dad! I vaguely saw hair down to their waist, pitch-black and gorgeous!"

"Wrong guess—I thought it was the mom! But now I’m getting weirdly interested… anyone else?"

"Haha, me too..."

As the figure approached the camera, a gust of wind lifted the hem of the shirt.

In the distance, under the blue sky and white clouds, a flock of birds flew up from the pines.

Finally, the audience caught a glimpse of porcelain skin and a defined jawline beneath the hat.

As he raised a hand to tilt his hat, slightly upturned phoenix eyes added a stunning glow to his flawless face.

Instantly, the chat erupted with screams that nearly overwhelmed the screen.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"No way! A stunning dad?!"

"Do beautiful people come with their own atmosphere and BGM? That moment felt straight out of a painting!"

"Am I hallucinating? The show calls this unreal, god-tier looks a ‘non-celebrity’?"

"Talent scouts, y’all blind? This timeless beauty—totally genderless—and he didn’t even debut?"

"No cap—they’ve been blind forever."

Among the guests, Zhu Wei stared at the newcomer and blurted out what everyone was thinking: "You’re… the child’s father?"

Meanwhile, Chu Han, who had been about to take a sip of water, froze mid-motion.

She stared at the kid, who was barely five feet tall. "Kid, you're nine?"

No way this guy—who looks barely out of his teens—is the dad of a nine-year-old?

Everyone was stunned in unison.

Bao Yiming had been excited since waking up that morning, and now that he was officially on the show, his enthusiasm soared. He nodded vigorously, "Yeah! Hi, Auntie!"

Zhu Wei's daughter Rong Rong gazed in awe at the breathtakingly beautiful adult before her and asked in confusion, "Mom, what should I call him?"

Little Xiao Qi, who had been nestled in Zhou Xu's arms, also came over, blinking his big eyes, "What do I call him, then?"

"This is my second dad," Bao Yiming said, looking around as he scratched his head. "You can call him..."

Little Xiao Qi, with his big grape-like eyes, looked up at the gentle Wen Cishu and called out sweetly, "Second Dad?"

Rong Rong was the first to giggle, "Pfft..." then shyly leaned closer to her mom.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Starting off by adopting a beauty as your dad, huh?"

"Classic move from a shameless bed-wetting four-year-old."

"Did anyone see Zhou Xu's flabbergasted look? Five minutes in, and his son's already running away… hilarious."

Zhou Xu had no idea his youngest would call someone else "dad" and quickly kneeled down to correct him, "Xiao Qi, you can't just call anyone dad. This is Yi Ming's dad."

"You can call me Uncle," Wen Cishu smiled warmly at the kids, "Hello, Rong Rong. Hello, Xiao Qi." Then he turned to the quieter seven-year-old boy, "And hello to you too, Brother Xingxing."

Brother Xingxing nodded politely.

He noticed the stray strands of hair peeking out from under the uncle's hat, and his eyes flickered briefly with confusion.

As the guests were getting acquainted, the farmhouse gates creaked shut behind them.

The show's PD waved wildly, "Goodbye, everyone! We'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon!"

"Wait, what?"

Zhou Xu looked around in confusion—there wasn't a single crew member in sight.

"Are we staying here alone?"

Chu Han, participating in a live reality show for the first time, was especially surprised, "No crew at all? What are the rules?"

Brother Xingxing, who had been quiet until now, suddenly spoke up, "Mom, this isn't a game—it's a social experiment."

He casually pointed in several directions, "Cameras are everywhere."

"Huh? But... earlier, the camera showed the kitchen, and it was totally bare."

"Shouldn't they give us some money? What about meals?"

"A survival challenge on a farm? Are we supposed to butcher chickens and ducks ourselves?"

"Wow, such a no-nonsense setup—I love it!"

Just as Brother Xingxing finished speaking, a figure taller than him suddenly bounced over.

Bao Yiming exclaimed enthusiastically, "Brother Xingxing, you're a genius!"

Xing Xing looked at the handsome guy and took a wary step back, looking a little defensive.

Chu Han quickly explained, "Yi Ming, Xing Xing is a bit introverted. Don’t take it personally."

Xing Xing gave a tiny pout, as if disagreeing with his mother’s words.

Bao Yi Ming shook his head. "It’s fine! I’m really outgoing." He turned and asked, "Right, Little Dad?"

Wen Cishu smiled and nodded. "Yes, our Yi Ming is outgoing, cheerful, and full of life."

"Hehe!" Bao Yi Ming beamed proudly upon hearing his Little Dad’s praise.

"What’s this kid so proud about?"

"Yi Ming’s so extroverted—love that!"

"Even if he weren’t outgoing, you’d still like him (you’re just looking at his face, I know)."

"LOL, same..."

-

Outside the farm, a path led to a villa serving as the temporary workspace for the entire production team.

Near the farm’s parking lot stood two silver-gray luxury vans (or 'entourage vans') and a black private car.

After talking with the crew, Albert returned to one of the vans.

Several staff members watched him board before whispering to each other.

"Did you see that really tall guy wearing the black mask?"

"You mean the one Yi Ming called 'Big Dad'?"

"Yeah! I took a closer look just now—he seems foreign? His eyes looked slightly green in the sunlight?"

"Yi Ming already mentioned it. His dad is first-gen mixed-race, while he’s only a quarter. It’s different."

"Oh, I see."

Everyone had assumed Mr. Bo was just dropping off Wen Cishu and Bao Yi Ming for filming, but he never left.

In fact, the other van wasn’t just carrying a medical team—it also had the family’s housekeeper and nanny, making it a whole production.

-

Inside Van No. 1:

Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong each held tablets, glued to the show.

Uncle Xu frowned. "This cabin’s way too small! How are they supposed to sleep at night?"

A younger maid nearby nodded. "Exactly! Where are they supposed to eat?"

Aunt Zhong scowled. "I’ll check later. If it’s bad, we’ll have food delivered."

She grew more worried as she stared at the screen—the yard just had a table and chairs, with nothing else in sight.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back her frustration. "Your family’s First Master is really something! How could he send Second Master and Yi Ming here without checking first?"

The two maids in the middle quietly ducked back.

Uncle Xu started to argue but bit back his words.

"The young master was indeed... rather thoughtless this time."

Dr. Lin in the back row chuckled and said loudly, "It's good for Mr. Wen to get some fresh air—it benefits both body and mind. No need for you two to get so worked up."

Aunt Zhong could only take a deep breath and calm herself before continuing to watch.

-

Inside another, roomier van.

The area originally meant for seating had been transformed into a lounge-style setup.

Several documents lay on a white tabletop with gold trim.

Mounted square screens displayed the live broadcast of *Zai Zai the Superman*.

Beside it was another tablet, showing just one figure—

Wen Cishu.

Bo Tingyuan sat in his seat, his long legs crossed, his fingers interlaced in front of him.

His green eyes, visible behind his glasses, gazed quietly at the man whose face beamed warmth.

Albert noticed Bo Tingyuan’s expression.

For a moment, he felt as though he’d detected a hint of something indescribable in Mr. Bo’s gaze toward Mr. Wen—something like reverence.

But when Albert entered, Bo Tingyuan’s eyes shifted slightly.

Albert began to doubt himself.

Had that really been there?

He handed over several documents. “Mr. Bo, the production team revised some clauses and added an additional compensation agreement.”

Bo Tingyuan took them and skimmed through them. Seeing no problems, he handed them back and said in English, “After the show ends, give these to Mr. Wen.”

For the first time, Albert put his hands behind his back. “I imagine Mr. Wen would be happier receiving these from you rather than from me?”

Bo Tingyuan lifted his gaze slightly, fixing it on Albert.

His chiseled features were sharply defined, his expression inscrutable.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Luckily, Albert had worked with him for years and possessed exceptional resilience; his gaze didn’t waver in the slightest—he stood his ground.

Eventually, Bo Tingyuan lowered his sharp eyelids and returned his attention to the smiling figure on the screen. Watching him gently rub his white jade bamboo bracelet with his fingertips, he murmured softly, “Is that so?”

It sounded less like a confirmation to Albert—and more like a question directed straight at Wen Cishu himself on the screen.