◎Soothing the Babies◎
Early on a weekend morning, the "intern parents" began their live broadcast. The production crew, having communicated in advance, followed Yu Shuqi to the residential complex where Le Qing lived.
As they walked, the PD asked, "How did you two meet?"
Yu Shuqi fell into rare silence for a moment.
[Back when Shuqi was an influencer, she collaborated with so many others—yet no one ever dug up any past connections between her and Le Qing.]
[One’s a model who debuted working with Lin Jian, the other’s an influencer—totally different circles.]
[Then why would Le Qing even lend her child to Yu Shuqi for this show?]
Amid the barrage of curious comments, Yu Shuqi finally smiled and explained, "Actually, we haven’t known each other long. We met on a second-hand platform—I bought a bag from her, and later asked her to take photos for me. You can still see that set pinned on my profile. It was a turning point in my career."
Fans of Yu Shuqi instantly recognized the photos she mentioned. The quality was stunning, a far cry from typical influencer filters, and had left a lasting impression.
[I was so focused on the photos back then, I never noticed the photographer credit was Le Qing!]
[I thought it was just a coincidence—Le Qing isn’t just a model, she’s this good at photography too?! Damn.]
[But why is she so low-key? Seriously, I’ve never seen a model who only surfaces when her work drops. She’s already debuted, yet the only updates we get are through the kids’ videos.]
[Other than that brief interview in Lin Jian’s magazine, there’s really no way to get a proper glimpse of who Le Qing really is.]
When the PD relayed some of these questions from the audience, Yu Shuqi nodded, unsurprised. After a pause, she said, "She’s… a strange person."
"No matter where she is, it’s like she exists on a different layer from everyone else. In glamorous settings, she’s the only one untouched by the noise, and in everyday life, she’s the same." Yu Shuqi paused, recalling their first meeting in a café. "How do I put it? Sometimes, just being around her honesty makes you feel ashamed, even if you’ve done nothing wrong."
It was an exceptionally high compliment—one that only deepened the audience’s curiosity about the real Le Qing, beyond just her role as a mother.
The elevator doors opened, and the crew took their positions, waiting for Yu Shuqi to knock. But the camera suddenly zoomed in on two doors opposite each other, both adorned with Fu characters pasted unusually low.
Whoever heard of Fu stickers placed so oddly? Weren’t they supposed to be centered for good luck?
[I think I know who put those up.]
[Hahaha, this whole family is adorable.]
[Suddenly remembering the kids mentioning their "neighbor uncle"—so it’s their uncle living right across! This was totally planned.]
Just then, the left door clicked open. Two little kids, dangling from the doorknob with milk bottles in their mouths, froze at the sight of the crowd.
The younger one instinctively hid behind her brother.
"Don’t be scared," Little Le Jia said, stepping forward with his bottle. "This is Auntie Shuqi."
His aunt had told him he’d be spending the next two days with her—and on TV too. "And the TV uncles."
The PD: "…"
Not entirely wrong.
"Uncles and aunties, wait a minute," Little Le Jia said, holding his sister’s hand. "We have to wake Uncle up for breakfast first."
They didn’t need Uncle to check in anymore—they’d drag him over themselves.
Not that they really needed to. Uncle would come anyway.
But today was the weekend. No kindergarten, no work for Uncle. And the two little troublemakers hadn’t forgotten how he’d shaken them awake before—today, they’d risen extra early to return the favor!
The crew, sensing gold, held back and watched as the kids marched off to "wake" their uncle.
This was the CEO of Jiang Corporation! Who knew when they’d get another chance to film him like this?
The camera followed the kids—then abruptly locked onto what they were hiding behind their backs.
[What is THAT??]
[OH MY GOD HAHAHA, I can’t even imagine how sore their little butts will be if they actually go through with this.]
[Where did they even get a megaphone?!]
The megaphone had been borrowed by Little Le Jia from a grandma in the square—the kind used for morning dance routines, loud enough to wake the dead.
His sister, meanwhile, clutched a small stainless-steel bowl.
The two tiptoed forward, "sneaky" yet blatantly obvious.
At the last second, the sister cleverly blocked the camera’s view of the door’s passcode. Once inside, they strutted in like they owned the place.
"Uh…" Yu Shuqi scratched her head. "We probably shouldn’t follow them in."
The PD agreed—they could still hear everything from outside.
Within seconds, Little Le Jia’s voice boomed from inside, amplified by the megaphone: "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! UNCLE, HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AT YOUR AGE?!"
His rhythmic shouting was punctuated by the clanging of the steel bowl—a perfectly coordinated assault.
Even the crew outside winced.
Despite the early hour, word spread fast. Combined with a few mysterious high-rolling viewers showering the stream with gifts, the live broadcast’s popularity skyrocketed.
[HAHAHAHA, GO INSIDE! Don’t chicken out—I need to see this chaos!]
[The suspense is killing me.]
[User763482: Money well spent! Jiang Suizhi deserves this. Keep it up, Grandpa’s got you covered!]
[??? Who let this guy in?!]
The noise stopped abruptly. Two minutes later, a man emerged, dark aura practically visible.
Dressed in a fitted black V-neck sleep shirt that hinted at collarbones and well-defined chest muscles, his usually neat hair was disheveled. Without his glasses, his sharp gaze was downright lethal.
Each hand held a kid by the scruff.
The two little terrors dangled like turtles, one bound by the megaphone’s cord, the other with the steel bowl still stuck on her head.
Their earlier bravado had vanished. Now, they clutched their milk bottles, not daring to make a sound.
Jiang Suizhi didn’t even glance at the cameras as he strode past the crew, straight into the opposite apartment.
[GODDAMN, why haven’t these two kissed yet?!]
[Turns out CEOs are just as hot in pajamas.]
[They folded so fast HAHAHA, called it—instant karma.]
This time, Yu Shuqi and the crew hurried inside after them.
Le Qing, fresh from washing up, walked out—only to come face-to-face with Jiang Suizhi holding two captive children, and the entire production team behind him.
"……" Seeing the two little ones in this state, she truly had no idea what had happened. She walked over and removed the small stainless steel bowl covering Little Le'an's head. "Weren’t you supposed to call Uncle Jiang to come eat breakfast?"
"We did," Little Le'an struggled to lift her head, weakly complaining, "Uncle has morning grumpiness."
Morning grumpiness?
Jiang Suizhi was so exasperated he could barely muster any anger. He tossed the other little troublemaker onto the sofa first, then glanced at Le Qing. "Bring the bowl closer."
Confused, Le Qing handed it to him.
Jiang Suizhi tapped it once with his hand and asked coolly, "Do you still have morning grumpiness now?"
Though it wasn’t covering Little Le'an’s head, the sound was loud enough that she immediately covered her ears. "Not grumpy anymore!"
Now Le Qing understood what had happened. She set the bowl down, hesitating to speak.
Seemed pretty rough.
"Hmph," Little Le Jia, still tied up and wriggling on the sofa, muttered, "We’re just repaying kindness with kindness."
"How many words do you even know?" Jiang Suizhi picked up the little microphone and turned the tables, holding it next to the child’s ear. "Using idioms incorrectly now?"
Little Le'an protested, struggling, "Uncle was the one who woke us up first!"
Jiang Suizhi countered, "Auntie also wakes you up. Why don’t you ever wake her up like this?"
"We can’t bear to!" The two little ones declared righteously. "But Uncle can handle it!"
Jiang Suizhi: "……"
[They’ve really got you wrapped around their fingers.]
[Hahahaha Jiang Suizhi: Don’t say that so casually.]
Le Qing had no intention of mediating. Jiang Suizhi knew his limits—he wouldn’t actually do anything to the kids.
At most, a light spank.
But given Jiang Suizhi’s peculiar habits, he usually avoided touching children altogether.
She poured a glass of water and handed it to Yu Shuqi, who was standing nearby. "Have a seat. We’ll leave after breakfast."
Truthfully, Yu Shuqi felt a little out of place. Even as a temporary guardian, she didn’t dare interfere with Jiang Suizhi, so she’d been silently observing from the sidelines.
She hadn’t expected Le Qing to notice her discomfort and offer her an out.
"Is this really okay?" She gestured toward Little Le Jia.
"Best not to engage right now," Le Qing advised knowingly.
"Why?" Yu Shuqi, having no experience with children, assumed interaction was necessary.
"If you respond, someone will push their luck," Le Qing added calmly. "And by someone, I mean the older one."
The older one?
Jiang Suizhi?
Indeed, without his little spokesperson, Jiang Suizhi couldn’t rely on Little Le'an to sweet-talk for him anymore.
Just as he was about to seize the opportunity for his daily confession, Le Qing had already moved on, chatting with someone else.
"Fine." Jiang Suizhi untied one child first, then loosened the ropes around the other. "Consider yourselves lucky."
Watching this, Yu Shuqi quietly averted her gaze.
Well then. Never expected the CEO to be like this in private.
Turns out even tycoons have a romantic side.
But something still felt off. The way Le Qing and Jiang Suizhi interacted was so natural—it was practically married life, even if they hadn’t kissed yet.
She cleared her throat. "Where’s the children’s mother?"
"Handling some matters abroad. She’ll be back soon."
Now that her memories had fully returned, Le Yang wanted to settle her overseas affairs and assets before changing her nationality and moving back permanently.
With Le Qing and Yu Shuqi looking after the kids these past few days, she’d left early for the UK to wrap things up.
Le Qing handed Yu Shuqi a pre-written note. "Though I’m here, I’ll still need your help these next couple of days. The older one’s a bit of a social butterfly, but otherwise, they’re both easy to handle."
The note was packed with childcare tips she’d gathered—meal plans, clothing choices, even the daily temperature fluctuations.
Yu Shuqi accepted it gratefully. "Got it, thank you."
"Their room’s over there." Le Qing pointed. "Time to get dressed, wash up, and eat."
She was gently guiding Yu Shuqi into her role, showing her the ropes.
Yu Shuqi gave her a thankful look and stood. "On it."
[Now I get what Shuqi meant about Le Qing having a unique presence.]
[The way Le Qing treats kids versus adults is different—with adults, she exudes this gentle yet powerful warmth.]
One took charge of the older child, the other the younger.
Le Qing handled the shyer Little Le'an, while Little Le Jia, already comfortable with his role, sat patiently on the bed, waiting for Auntie Shuqi to dress him.
Noticing her inexperience, he even helped by sticking his head through the collar himself. "Auntie Shuqi, I can do it!"
Any more tugging and his ears might’ve popped off.
Yu Shuqi was flustered but finally managed. She stared at Le Qing in amazement.
Initially, she’d assumed Le Qing was the kids’ birth mother, hiding it for career reasons. Now that she knew they had a mother, did that mean Le Qing had started just as clueless as her?
"How do you handle two at once?" she asked, astonished.
From what she’d heard, Le Qing had been just as awkward on her first day.
"And you’re so good at it now."
"Nuh-uh!" Little Le'an bounced on the bed in her little dress, pointing at her shoulder-length hair. "Auntie can’t braid hair, can’t cook, can’t bake cupcakes."
Little Le Jia nodded. "And can’t tell stories."
[The storytelling bit is hilarious—Le Qing was the one put to sleep by Little Le Jia’s tales.]
[So Le Qing hasn’t been at this long either. She just figured it out step by step.]
Yu Shuqi pinched Little Le Jia’s now-chubby cheeks. "Even with all that, Auntie still takes such good care of you. You’ve both gained so much weight!"
"Auntie can’t do those things," Little Le'an declared, launching herself into Le Qing’s arms and planting a kiss on her cheek, "but Auntie loves us lots!"
Caught off guard by the sudden affection and praise, Le Qing blushed, smoothing the child’s messy hair with a soft smile.
"Loved kids grow chubby," Little Le Jia added, pinching his own round cheeks and tummy. "This is love chub!"
"Alright, love chub," Le Qing lifted Little Le'an off the bed. "Time for today’s checkup."
With the show filming, Sister Wang couldn’t assist today, so she’d taken a short break.
Le Qing followed the usual routine—basic health checks, ending with the kids’ favorite part: measuring their height.
Nothing made them happier than seeing how much they’d grown.
The black lines on the height chart were densely packed, one after another. Normally, the changes weren’t too noticeable, but when looking back, it was clear they had grown a little taller.
“I’ve gotten taller!” The older brother traced his finger along his height line, excitement in his voice. “A lot taller! I’m getting closer to Uncle’s height!”
Since he was already awake, Jiang Suizhi didn’t bother going back to sleep.
Le Qing would soon leave to record a show, and he wanted to take every chance to see her while he could. What kind of fool would ignore the person right in front of them just to watch a livestream on their phone?
Leaning against the wall, he didn’t respond to the boy’s excitement. Instead, he lazily glanced down, measuring the distance between his waist and the top of the little one’s head before drawling, “Still a long way to go. Why the rush?”
That chubby little thing wasn’t even as tall as his leg.
Little Le Jia was deeply wounded by his uncle’s gesture, his face falling in disappointment.
“You’ll grow taller—even taller than him,” Le Qing reassured, bending down. “By the time he’s old and shrunk, you’ll have surpassed him.”
The child’s eyes instantly brightened. “For real? Auntie’s not just teasing me?”
Le Qing smiled silently and ruffled his hair.
Seeing this, Jiang Suizhi straightened up slightly. “There’s still one person here who hasn’t been checked yet.”
He picked up a nearby pen and handed it to her. “How about measuring me too, Auntie?”
Le Qing sighed in amusement. “Are you a child?”
“No,” Jiang Suizhi replied firmly, pressing the pen into her hand with a grin. “But I’d like to be spoiled too.”
He stood perfectly straight, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for Le Qing to draw a new height line for him.
With little enthusiasm, she marked a quick line at the top of his head and made to pull away. “There you go, big baby.”
But before she could withdraw her hand, Jiang Suizhi caught it, gently pressing her palm against the wall.
His collar had loosened slightly from the movement, revealing his collarbones right in her line of sight. The sight burned, and she quickly averted her eyes, her ears flushing red. “What are you doing?”
Jiang Suizhi drew a line at the top of her head, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as his voice dropped low, resonating deep in his chest. It felt like his words surrounded her from all sides.
“You spoil your baby,” he said leisurely. “And I’ll spoil mine.”
