Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The capital city in December was thoroughly cold.

The underfloor heating in Shengshi Huating was set to 26 degrees Celsius, making the entire villa warm and cozy.

Yu Le nestled on the sofa in the living room, covered with a cashmere blanket, with a pot of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea beside her.

The news was playing on TV, but he wasn't watching it; his eyelids were drooping, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment.

During this period, SaltyFish Entertainment's overseas expansion plan has entered the internal preparation stage of each company.

Yu Le has done everything he could; the rest can be handled by Yang Nuo and the North American branch.

He took a break.

The reason is perfectly valid—I'm too tired.

Although I haven't been a salted fish for many years, I still yearn for that life.

Moreover, Liu Qianqian's post-production for "Mulan" is not yet finished, and she has no work commitments to attend in the near future.

The family finally had some free time.

Liu Xiaoli was simmering pork rib soup in the kitchen, and the aroma of meat filled the entire building.

Liu Qianqian, wrapped in a blanket, sat cross-legged at the other end of the sofa, holding a tablet and watching fan-made videos on Facebook, occasionally letting out a muffled laugh.

Yu Le glanced at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

"A foreign fan made a mashup of my action scenes from 'Inception'."

Liu Qianqian turned the tablet towards him, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

He even added a caption that read, "When your Chinese girlfriend gets angry." The comments below all said, "Never mess with a Chinese girl, hahaha!"

Yu Le was too lazy to pay attention to her.

He shifted to a more comfortable position, burying his head deeper into the fluffy cushions, preparing to close his eyes and take a short nap.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Yu Muchen, carrying that Ultraman backpack, darted into the living room with his short legs moving at lightning speed.

"Dad! I'm home!"

He didn't even change his shoes; he just climbed onto the sofa in his sneakers.

Liu Xiaoli immediately poked her head out of the kitchen, a soup ladle in her hand, and called out with a rather authoritative air, "Knock knock! Change your shoes!"

Thump, ...

He sullenly pouted, then resignedly slid down and obediently ran back to the entrance to change into his slippers.

The nanny who picked him up from school followed him in and put his schoolbag on the cabinet by the door.

"Mr. Yu, Dongdong did well at kindergarten today; he ate two bowls of rice for lunch."

Yu Le didn't even look up.

"Two bowls? His appetite is getting better and better."

Dongdong changed into her slippers and ran back, plopped down next to Yu Le, and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket.

"Dad, the teacher wants you to sign something."

Yu Le took it, unfolded it, and looked at it.

It's a math quiz.

Out of ten points, Dongdong got four.

Three wrong questions are circled in red above.

Question 1: 2 + 3 = ?

Dongdong's answer: 6.

Question 2: There are 5 apples in a basket. After eating 2, how many are left?

Dongdong's answer: 0.

Next to it, a line of small, crooked words was written in pencil. The handwriting was childish but conveyed a strange determination: It's bad to waste food, so I ate it all.

Yu Le stared at the test paper for a full five seconds.

"Yu Muchen."

"Um?"

"Two plus three equals six?"

Dongdong confidently counted on his fingers.

"Two plus three, two, three, four, five, six! Six!"

Yu Le slammed the exam paper onto the coffee table.

"You included two when you counted."

Dongdong was stunned. She looked down and counted on her fingers for a long time, then looked up with wide eyes.

"what?"

Liu Qianqian was laughing so hard she almost rolled off the sofa.

"It's all over, Dad. This guy is going to squander our entire fortune."

Yu Le took out a pen, signed the test paper, and tossed it to Dongdong.

"I'll have your sister give you extra practice later."

Dongdong held the test paper, looking utterly dejected.

Over the next few days, Yu Le lived a very regular life.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I took Dongdong to kindergarten.

After delivering the goods and returning home, I had some tea, checked emails from the company, and approved a few non-urgent documents.

At noon, I had a hearty home-style lunch with Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian.

Take a nap this afternoon.

I picked Dongdong up from school at 4:30.

After dinner, I supervised Dongdong as he practiced calligraphy in his tracing book, and then the whole family watched TV for a while.

I go to bed at 10 o'clock sharp.

His life was so uneventful that it didn't seem like someone worth 50 billion should be living.

But Yu Lele found joy in it.

He's caused enough trouble over the decades spanning his past and present lives.

It's quite pleasant to occasionally stop and be a couch potato for a few days.

Until that afternoon.

Yu Le was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting, when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Feed?"

"Hello, are you the parent of Yu Muchen?"

The voice on the other end was that of a young woman, and she spoke very politely.

Yu Le sat up.

"Yes, I am his father."

"Hello Mr. Yu, I'm Teacher Zhang from the kindergarten, and I'm Dongdong's homeroom teacher."

"Hello, Teacher Zhang, what happened to Dongdong at school?"

"No, no!" Teacher Zhang quickly denied.

"Here's the thing, our kindergarten is having a parent-child activity day next Wednesday, and we need one parent from each child to attend."

Parent-child activities? Yu Le frowned subconsciously, but still agreed.

"Okay, I understand."

I hung up the phone.

Yu Le tossed her phone onto the coffee table and slumped back onto the sofa.

It's not that he's afraid of trouble, it's just that he's afraid of these kinds of situations.

A group of parents get together, and they're always comparing their kids, houses, and cars. If someone like him goes there and gets recognized, the scene... just thinking about it gives me a headache.

But we still have to go; we can't let our child suffer at school.

Next Wednesday.

Yu Le rummaged through her wardrobe and finally picked out the most ordinary gray sweatshirt, which she paired with black casual pants.

Liu Qianqian leaned against the bedroom door frame, her arms crossed, watching him change his clothes.

"Dad, you're going to kindergarten, not on a clandestine mission. Why did you take so long to choose this spot?"

Yu Le stuffed a navy blue cashmere coat back into the closet.

"Keep a low profile. It would be troublesome if people recognized me and started bothering me."

Liu Qianqian scoffed.

"Dad, you've been trending on social media multiple times and even appeared on a whole season of a variety show. Now you're telling me to keep a low profile?"

"Not everyone pays attention to the entertainment industry," Yu Le said as she walked out the door.

At the entrance, Dongdong was already all ready to go.

When Dongdong saw Yu Le come down, her eyes lit up.

"Dad! Are you really going to our school today?"

"Um."

"Great!" Dongdong clapped her hands. "Go and talk to the cafeteria lady for me, ask if we can have braised pork every day!"

Yu Le looked down at him.

"You go to school just to eat?"

Dongdong nodded confidently.

"How can you have the energy to study if you don't eat your fill?"

Unable to refute, Yu Le grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him out the door.

On the way, Yu Le casually asked, "Dongdong, how are things going with your classmates at school?"

"It's great!" Dongdong counted on her fingers. "I'm good friends with Little Fatty, good friends with Mao Mao, and good friends with Miao Miao who cries every day."

"So... do your classmates know what your dad does?" This was what Yu Le was most concerned about.

Dongdong tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"I told them you sell fish."

Yu Le was speechless. "...Who taught you that?"

"My sister said so," Dongdong said innocently. "She said our company is called 'Salted Fish,' and you're the boss, so you sell salted fish!"