After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 256 Extra: The Daily Life of the Alluring Crown Prince 1
Beijing Chaoyang Primary School.

The newly transferred Chinese teacher was drawn to a neatly written essay while grading it.

The handwriting is neat yet unrestrained, a stark contrast to the crooked and illegible characters in the class, which are practically a game-changer.

But the content of this essay...

The teacher was unsure. Most of the children at Chaoyang Elementary School come from wealthy or privileged backgrounds. What the teacher considered an exaggerated essay might be just everyday stuff to them. Therefore, the teacher was very cautious when grading the essays and tried not to criticize them.

However, the content of the essay written by this student named Li Xingning still struck her as absurd.

Title: My Daily Life

While other children boasted about going to their family's playground, horse farm, fishing with a high-ranking official, or attending a lavish banquet, this child named Li Xingning wrote:
I've heard I have a long life ahead of me, plenty of time. So I don't understand why I have to be so busy every day? Wouldn't it be better to just relax, enjoy life, and be a carefree person?
Early in the morning, my father, Yan, would drag me out of bed to practice various musical instruments, learn different codes, and read all sorts of books. After working until ten o'clock, my father, Rong, would take me to his arms base to play with the latest bombs and guns. Sometimes he would even take me on a ride in a bomber, with fighter jets flying all over the sky—oh, he said those cool fighter jets belonged to my biological father, but I didn't believe him.

我的亲爸……嗯，我有两个亲爸。但我从来没有见他们一起出现过，一个亲爸清清冷冷的，爱揍我；另一个亲爸作天作地，也爱揍我。

My biological fathers are such a pain. They don't teach me anything, and even think I'm in the way. They just dumped a small house on me, changed my guardianship to Yan's father's name, and then ignored me. In the afternoons, when I have nothing to do, I ask the housekeeper to take me for a drive around the small house. The housekeeper's grandfather was a race car driver when he was young. We drive Dad's sports car, and it takes half an hour to circle the house.

Sometimes I'm asked to go to my dad's company to learn. The dry reports are boring, and I feel that the ability to make money is actually the most useless ability in my family. It seems that my family doesn't need to make more money to make ends meet.

In the evenings, we usually fly to my parents' villa for dinner. The whole family—well, five or six people—is enjoying each other's company.

After dinner, I still have to do housework. My main task is to tidy up my mother's storage room.

The storage room was incredibly cluttered and chaotic! A sack full of diamonds and gold, along with countless bottles and jars—it was impossible to organize them all.

Last time, I accidentally broke a small bottle, and Yan's dad said it was worth three hundred million. But they must be lying to me, because once my dad was in a bad mood and broke more than twenty pieces. Later, the old men from the museum came to my house, crying as they collected the broken pieces…

Before bed, there's also a routine heart-to-heart talk.

My father said he would give me the world's largest mercenary group and arms base so that I could go and conquer the world with him.

But Mr. Yan wants me to work with him in the technology industry. He says that being a hero in the shadows is tough and exhausting, and it won't be easy for me to find a wife later. He hopes that I can inherit the Yanxing Group and work with him to change the world with technology!

As for my biological father...

He said I couldn't inherit anything from him because he, like me, would live a long time, and I shouldn't count on him. But he also said that I inherited his looks, which was the best gift he could give me.

Speaking of my fathers, they used to compete with each other. What did they compete with? They compared their names on the world's most authoritative wealth list. However, their names were always in the top four. It didn't seem very interesting.

Oh, right, and Mom too.

My mom is a very famous director, busy filming every day. Those melodramatic shows... I really don't understand why so many people watch them. Is it just because my dads often make cameo appearances? We also have a dark web site at home, which I can't access. But I've heard there are thousands of everyday videos there, and I've been filmed in some of the recent ones. Sometimes, my mom and dads will write their own scripts and secretly film them for fun, then secretly upload them to the dark web. And I often end up with the camera, acting as their free photographer.

This is my daily routine: boring yet busy. ...

The Chinese teacher hesitated for a while, then secretly went to ask another math teacher: "I'm new here and don't know the children's family situations, especially that little Li Xingning..."

The math teacher's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "That kid is something else! Look at his face! Don't let his second grade fool you, he's already been voted the school's most handsome boy by all five thousand students. He's really like a little god! You've only been here for two days, Mr. Zhang, and haven't seen him yet. I guarantee that after you see him, you'll look at other kids like they're ugly!"

The language arts teacher didn't take the math teacher's exaggeration seriously: "It's like this, I wanted to ask about the child's family situation. His essays are so imaginative, I don't even know how to critique them. I'm afraid he'll get carried away, but I'm also afraid of stifling his imagination..."

"I'm not sure about Chinese. But that kid is really good at math. I heard he can do university-level problems and even won a gold medal in the elementary school math Olympiad."

The math teacher sighed, "I've seen his student record too. Besides a guardian's phone number for someone named Mr. Yan, everything else is blank. I asked the principal, but he wouldn't say anything. But his family must be well-off. His clothes—I can't even name the brand—I heard from other teachers that they were all hand-sewn by the most famous international designers..."

The Chinese language teacher was caught in a dilemma.

“Teacher Zhang, if you’re really struggling with this, see if you can do a home visit. You can also see what the parents hope for their child. That way, you’ll have a better understanding of how to handle anything related to the child in the future.” The math teacher paused for a moment. “However, it’s not easy to schedule a home visit for this child. I heard that after submitting the application, it needs approval from higher-ups first. It seems like the child’s identity is a bit sensitive.”

The Chinese teacher nodded: "Then I'll give it a try."

The next day, the principal's office called the Chinese teacher in: "You're lucky. That young master has been on strike for three days, and his parents were just looking to talk to the school about their child's education, so the home visit application was approved quickly. Here is the child's guardian's phone number. You can schedule a time with them yourself. Remember to be careful with your words, don't offend anyone, and keep it a secret."

The Chinese teacher nodded blankly.

When she made her twelfth call based on Li Xingning's guardian information, a very pleasant voice finally answered: "Who is this?"

"Is this Li Xingning's father? Hello, I'm Ms. Zhang, Li Xingning's homeroom teacher." The Chinese teacher seemed inexplicably nervous and swallowed hard. "I'd like to schedule a home visit with you. When would be a convenient time for you?"

The other party paused for a moment: "Please wait a moment, let me check the announcement schedule."

A dozen seconds later: "Teacher Zhang, would 3 PM this weekend be okay?"

The Chinese teacher became even more nervous: "Yes, yes, that's fine."

"Okay, I'll have my agent add you on WeChat later, and then send the address and location to your phone." The other person seemed to smile. "Well then, Mr. Zhang, see you this weekend."

"Good, good."

The Chinese teacher hung up the phone, but her heart was still pounding!
She clutched her chest: "Oh my god, how come Li Xingning's father's voice sounds so much like my idol's? No, I must be hearing things. I haven't been able to get concert tickets these past few days, and I've been dreaming about concerts every day. I must be going crazy..."

She took a deep breath: "As a seasoned little feather, I can't let myself get distracted by just hearing a voice that sounds like Yan Yu's husband. Calm down, phew—calm down."

Then, she opened the calendar and carefully circled the days for home visits.