Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

After exchanging personal contact information with Duan Hetong, Shen Yinman hurriedly drove to the city and arrived at the agreed location.

This is a members-only restaurant. As the door to the private room opened, the person inside looked up at the sound of someone's voice and greeted them with a smile: "Sister Aman!"

The man wore a single earring, had his hair dyed a beautiful platinum blonde, and wore six or seven rings on all ten fingers.

He stood up, opened his arms, and gave her a familiar hug.

"Welcome back to China." Shen Yinman smiled and patted his shoulder.

"That's what I should be saying." The man pulled out a chair for her. "I hadn't heard from you in so long, I thought you were planning to retire from the entertainment industry."

"I went and learned something new."

"how?"

"Not bad, I guess."

The man didn't press further. He called the waiter to bring the food and said, "I think I remember your tastes. Is there anything you'd like to add?"

"The choice I believe in."

The warm lighting in the private room cast a relaxed glow on the two figures.

If Duan Shimi were here, she would have recognized the man's identity long ago—Kee, the most sought-after singer-songwriter in the international music scene.

Dishes were served one after another.

Kee casually placed his phone face down on the table, and just as he picked up a piece of beef, the screen lit up again.

He glanced at it, a hint of impatience in his handsome eyes: "Here we go again."

Shen Yinman asked, "Work?"

"I guess so. A variety show production team keeps contacting me. Aman, you know I've never liked that kind of thing."

Shen Yinman knew that Kee was known in the industry for refusing all domestic and international variety shows.

Which third-rate little company is this, so lacking in self-awareness?

"What kind of variety show?" she asked, becoming curious instead.

"A reality show for kids." Kee put her phone aside. "They sent out the proposal a while ago, but I haven't looked at it carefully yet."

Shen Yinman chuckled: "Although you're not an idol, you still have countless female fans and wives. Letting you take care of the kids in front of the camera—well, it'll fulfill their fantasies."

Kee rested her chin on her hand, her tone languid: "The cameras are following us all day long, filming everything we do. It's just unbearable to think about."

Do you like children?

"It's alright, but just because I can play with them doesn't mean I can actually take care of a child for several days—I struggle to even take care of myself."

Shen Yinman smiled and shook her head: "It's rare to find something you're not confident about."

Kee clicked his tongue lightly: "That's called having self-awareness."

As the two were chatting, Kee's phone rang again; this time it was a direct call.

He casually pressed the speakerphone button.

The person on the other end of the phone said politely, "Teacher Kee, I'm so sorry to bother you again. We've revised the plan, and the list of invited guests is already ready."

Kee scoffed, "Does he think he can change his mind just because someone else is going?"

Shen Yinman, however, raised her voice directly and asked, "Who are they?"

The person on the other end paused, recognizing the voice of the movie queen.

It's no secret that Kee and Shen Yinman are good friends in the industry. The other person greeted her politely, "Teacher Shen."

Then, a string of names was read out.

Kee was casually picking up food, but stopped when she heard the name "Xie Lin".

"Xie Lin?"

"These two teachers were voted by netizens as the guests they most look forward to seeing together. If they participate together, the show will definitely generate a lot of buzz."

Upon hearing that this expert had finally shown interest, the person in charge quickly said eagerly, "Perfect timing! Teacher Kee, Teacher Shen, let me explain the program format again. Each guest will be paired with a child to complete travel, daily life, and challenge tasks together..."

Kee wasn't interested in the details.

But there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Since Teacher Xie is going, then..." He picked up his phone and said slowly, "Send me another copy of the proposal, I'll take a look at it carefully."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yinman chuckled, "After all these years, you two are still competing with each other."

Kee snorted.

He and Xie Lin are about the same age and debuted around the same time. They both follow a dashing and unrestrained style, exuding charm to their fans, so it's inevitable that they are constantly compared.

One is an international top star, and the other is a domestic superstar; it's almost like two kings not meeting.

Soon, the production team sent over the documents.

Shen Yinman leaned closer and watched with him.

"If there are no children, the guests can bring their own, or wait for the production team to provide them," Shen Yinman asked. "What do you think?"

Kee rolled her eyes: "When it comes to going on a TV show, it's definitely better to have kids who are easier to manage. Let me think..."

He clenched his fist against his palm: "I have someone in mind! But..."

He scratched his head in frustration: "It depends on whether the old man—oh, both old men—agrees."

=

I disagree.

Duan Hetong refused without even thinking.

Xie Lin sat on the sofa, and Wen Li sat on Xie Lin's lap, both looking up at the tyrannical ruler.

"Please," Xie Lin prayed, clasping his hands together.

Then I poked Wenli.

The little ones understood immediately and remembered Uncle Xie Lin's teachings. They clapped their hands together and said in their childish voices, "Please, please!"

Duan Hetong: "..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose: "Xie Lin, don't set a bad example for the children."

"How can you call this 'teaching'?" Xie Lin cupped the little girl's hand in his palm. "This is clearly an expression of our true feelings, little princess, isn't it?"

The milk ball nodded its little head vigorously.

Duan Hetong remained unmoved, still dignified: "In our family, one troublemaker like Shi Mi is enough."

"Hey, you can't say that. It's not like we're making Pear a child star in the entertainment industry—think of it this way, it's just filming a travel vlog. For her, it's just playing games with other kids, isn't that fun?"

"Your fans are all incredibly sharp-tongued. I can't win an argument with them."

"I can argue!" Xie Lin raised his hand high like a schoolchild answering a question. "My team is on standby 24/7."

Wen Li imitated him, changing her hands from clasped together to raising them: "Li Bao, you can 'fuck' me too!"

Duan Hetong pinched her little nose: "Don't learn everything from Uncle Xie Lin."

Wen Li said in a deep, muffled voice, blinking her bright, watery eyes, "Bah, Li Bao wants to go out and play."

"Did he teach you this too?"

"No, it's not duck, it's Pear Baby who wants it." The milk dumpling looked very innocent.

Duan Hetong had no idea what kind of scene Xie Lin had described to Wen Li that made her yearn for it so much.

He suddenly remembered the photos Shen Yinman had shown him a couple of days ago.

If it weren't for that scumbag couple, the little guy would have had many playmates and be surrounded by love.

She deserved to be showered with love and affection.

He sighed: "Xie Lin."

"Yes, sir!"

"...Take good care of her."

Xie Lin was overjoyed and immediately gave Wen Li a high five.

"Yes, sir!"