Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Hashtags like #WannaBeMommy’sDaughter/Son# and #RealRichYoungMaster# quickly trended on social media.

Uninformed netizens initially thought these were tags for a popular drama, only to discover they referred to non-celebrity guests from the parenting variety show *Zai Zai the Superman*.

Fans didn’t even need to hard-sell the show—netizens were already asking where to watch it after seeing the sweet dynamic between the father and son.

However, some clips stirred controversy among viewers.

“Aren’t they just having breakfast at home? Why does the kid pull out the chair for his dad? Is he pretending to be well-behaved? Seems staged.”

“Exactly, and the background looks like some garden villa hotel? Is this really their home? Fans shouldn’t take it so seriously—this is just a privileged kid slumming it.”

“Ugh, this annoys me. Forget the money talk. Even if the house is rented, Ming Zai automatically pulls the chair—it’s not a one-time thing. There were small details in earlier episodes too, though less noticeable with a big table full of guests!”

“You can criticize Ming Zai for not being handsome, but don’t accuse him of putting on an act.”

“Shield Ming Zai’s ears—don’t listen, it’s hate!”

“Honestly, Ming Zai just naturally does it. And his Papa doesn’t always wait for him—he’ll adjust the chair himself. It’s just a natural family habit, no need to overanalyze.”

“Obviously—he definitely learned it from an adult (blind guess: Ming Zai’s Big Dad).”

On the show—

Wen Cishu was being herded toward the elevator by Bao Yiming. “Papa, hurry up and change. The tai chi master is coming.”

“He’s not coming today,” Wen Cishu said, confused. “We’re filming.”

The elevator doors slid open slowly, and Bao Yiming steered his Papa inside, lowering his voice in a fake-stern tone. “The show’s rule is to showcase the most authentic day at home.”

“Oh~ Ming Zai’s right! It has to be real!”

“Bet Mommy’s waited on hand and foot at home, huh? Even the tai chi master is arranged for him.”

Wen Cishu booped his nose. “Don’t copy your Big Dad’s tone.”

Bao Yiming, sharp as ever, immediately countered. “But Papa copied me before.”

Wen Cishu: “Wait, how do you know the master is coming? Did you arrange it?”

“Yep!” Bao Yiming grinned. “The master was so happy—he even asked if he could be on the show.”

“Really?”

Wen Cishu hadn’t expected the master to be so eager for airtime. “But… won’t viewers find tai chi boring?”

Before Bao Yiming could answer, comments went wild.

“Mommy, what kind of misunderstanding do you have about us?!”

“Boring? Watching you and Ming Zai’s adorable back-and-forth while professionals estimate the value of your home decor sounds amazing!”

“3am robbery squad coming through? (/s)”

As the father and son headed toward the bedroom, viewers realized it was the room we saw in the intro. Spam filled the chat: “Ming Zai, give us the tour!”

Bao Yiming pointed the camera at his Papa and asked, "Dad, can I film your walk-in closet?"

"Sure."

Wen Cishu actually thought his clothes weren’t particularly interesting—his outfits were pretty similar, focused on comfort and freedom of movement.

He led the little rascal inside, picked up his Tai Chi outfit, and headed to another room to change. "You can film here then."

"Yay! Can't wait!"

"Aside from antique home decor bloggers, fashion designers will probably ride on Mommy’s coattails too."

Bao Yiming excitedly whispered while recording, [to audience] "Let me show you some of Dad’s really beautiful clothes."

Many viewers could tell from his tone that this wasn’t for their sake at all—the little guy just wanted to see them himself.

The walk-in closet was shaped like an S, with a curved partition in the middle and full-length mirrors at both ends.

"Let me tell you, when Dad wears those traditional Chinese outfits, he looks so ethereal, like an immortal~"

"I really wish Dad could wear one to my parent-teacher conference."

Bao Yiming set the camera facing the wardrobe wall, then stepped forward to slide open the transparent glass door.

He tiptoed to grab a moon-white robe (a specific pale shade significant in Chinese culture), eagerly lifting the hem to show the audience.

"See? It’s embroidered with white cranes!"

"And this one with tassels—Dad would look so handsome in it."

Bao Yiming pulled out a short jacket with wire-inlaid embroidery, holding it up against himself to demonstrate.

He was having a blast showcasing the outfits, sighing dramatically every time he mentioned how Dad rarely wore them, as if deeply disappointed.

"Are you trying to kill me with laughter? Ming Zai, are you secretly the designer behind these gorgeous, elaborate outfits?"

"Ming Zai: You don’t understand—having a flawless, figurine-perfect Papa at home but not being able to dress him up is pure suffering."

"Yi Ming? Not done yet?"

Wen Cishu entered from the other side, his back came into frame.

He had changed into a Tai Chi uniform with ruyi (auspicious) patterns, twisting the white jade bead bracelet with bamboo segments on his wrist as he walked. His tall, slender frame moved gracefully, long hair and flowing garment swaying slightly before he gathered his hair into a bun at the nape of his neck.

"My fragrant, slim-waisted wifey!! Hug! Nuzzle into his clothes and cover him in kisses!"

"Now I get why Ming Zai wanted Mommy to change into Tai Chi clothes. Well, well."

"Papa~ I just realized you have so many clothes I’ve never seen you wear. Especially this one."

Bao Yiming handed over a pale blue robe, muttering under his breath with clear dissatisfaction.

Wen Cishu glanced at it. "Sweetheart, count how many buttons this has."

Bao Yiming pointed at his Papa’s current outfit. "But your Tai Chi clothes have buttons too?"

"The housekeeper always buttons them up before handing them to me—I just slip it on without fastening them. Silly goose~"

Wen Cishu chuckled. "Come on downstairs, don’t keep the master waiting."

Bao Yiming: ?

He was reluctantly led outside by Little Dad.

"? Babe, you're seriously lazy!"

"Ming Zai’s still just a kid—otherwise he could say: Let Dad button it for you! Right, Ming Zai's Dad?"

"Ming Zai’s Dad always wears a mask when going out. This pair, what’s with the postmodern conservatism?"

"They’re conservative in public but fiery behind closed doors. We get it."

"The chat was fine in black text—why’d it suddenly turn yellow?"

Downstairs, Uncle Xu greeted them and said the tai chi master was here.

Father and son walked through the corridor to the small garden, where Master Lin indeed waited.

Bao Yiming rushed over: "Master Lin, I’ll film from behind here. Go get ’em—I’ll make sure you look good!"

Master Lin actually chuckled and agreed.

"Pfft..."

Wen Cishu messed up his hair. "You should be cheering for Daddy."

Master Lin’s a pro—why would he need cheering?

Bao Yiming quickly added, "Go, Little Dad!"

Wen Cishu had practiced many times before, and with Master Lin guiding him, he made no major mistakes.

Plus, his long limbs moved gracefully, each motion elegant.

Master Lin was very professional today, explaining the forms and breathing techniques with strong, resonant energy, detailing which body parts each movement targeted and what health benefits it offered—just like those instructors in online tutorial videos.

"This master’s awesome—his explanations are so thorough!"

"Alright, girls, up you go! Time to learn tai chi with mommy!"

"If a hottie like this did tai chi with me daily, I’d be fit as a fiddle."

Bao Yiming not only filmed Little Dad practicing tai chi but also gave the audience a tour of the small garden.

The winding paths of the Chinese garden felt alive right then.

When Wen Cishu finished, Bao Yiming excitedly said, "Dad, the moon gate looks amazing! How about I take your picture there?"

"Huh?" Wen Cishu let the little monkey pull him toward the moon gate, following instructions on how to stand and pose.

Bao Yiming kept stepping back with the camera until the audience saw, through the lens, a figure in white exuding ancient charm.

Wen Cishu stood outside the circular moon gate—his black hair, white robes, and the lush greenery forming a scene of classical Eastern elegance, like something out of an ancient masterpiece.

"Snap! A pic with gorgeous mommy!"

"Whoa, Yi Ming, you’re as good as mommy with a camera!"

Wen Cishu decided to mess with the little monkey and started to pull a goofy face—but when he looked up, he spotted a familiar figure on the annex’s second floor.

On the high terrace.

Bao Tingyuan naturally hadn’t expected the person by the moon gate to suddenly turn around and look straight up at him.

Unable to dodge in time, he simply rested one hand on the railing, maintaining his usual composed demeanor as he calmly gazed down, his emerald-green eyes twinkling with quiet amusement.

When their eyes met, Wen Cishu’s dark pupils flickered, fighting back a grin as he quickly looked away.

—Oops, so much for being sneaky~

"Wifey’s smile is so sweet—covering him in kisses!"

"What kind of intense look is that, mommy? Definitely haven’t seen it before!"

"Yi Ming! Your *other* dad is looking above the camera! Snap a pic, quick! There must be someone there!"

"Ming Zai’s other dad? Awooo! *fangirl screams*"