Reborn and awakened, this time I won't be a love-struck fool.

"It's your birthday."

Jiang Fanxing smiled, her eyes crinkling, while she carried several bags of groceries.

Lin Xun was taken aback. "Whose birthday is it?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps back to make way for the passage.

"It's your father's birthday." Lin Chuanqiong shook his head and sighed, "How could I have given birth to such an unfilial son like you?"

Lin Xun scratched his head, making his messy hair even more outrageous. "Lin Si definitely doesn't know either."

To be honest, I haven't seen his dad celebrate his birthday in the past few years.

"Two unfilial sons," Lin Chuanqiong cursed again.

After failing to find the slippers prepared for the two of them in the shoe cabinet, Lin Chuanqiong clutched his chest and said to the camera, "As the saying goes, daughters are like warm cotton-padded jackets, while sons are like worn-out straw sandals. This is indeed the consequence of having a son."

Lin Xun: "…………"

His expression grew increasingly strange.

He initially thought the middle-aged man was unaware that they were recording a program today.

Looking at it now, it's clear that they knew all along.

He was a little confused as to what these two people wanted to do.

Lin Chuanqiong put down what he was holding. "Where's your brother?"

Lin Xun pointed upstairs, "They're still sleeping."

"He's still sleeping even though the sun's high in the sky. Go wake him up." Lin Chuanqiong rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to show off his skills.

"I'm not going."

Lin Xun finally came to his senses a bit, raised his hand to press down his unruly hair, "He said yesterday that if I dare to wake him up today, he'll cut me into eight pieces and throw me into the sewer."

Lin Chuanqiong: "...Useless piece of trash."

After saying that, he went upstairs by himself.

Lin Xun: "..."

He pursed his lips, turned around and went back to his room to wash up.

Under the camera's view, he quickly finished washing up and went into the toilet.

There were no cameras installed in any of the rooms except the toilets.

He sat on the toilet seat, took out his phone from his pocket, and sent a message to Lin Wu.

You're looking for your dad: [Did Dad take the wrong medicine this morning?]

The other side replied very quickly.

Melancholy Sweetie: [Screenshot taken. Your allowance for next month is gone too.]

You're looking for your father: [?]

You're looking for your dad: [Stop messing around, okay? I'm talking to you about something serious.]

Melancholy Sweetie: [You said it.]

You're looking for your dad: [I'm recording a show with Lin Si today, and our parents came directly.]

Melancholy Sweetheart: [And then?]

You're looking for your dad: [That's it? Isn't that shocking enough? They're delaying our plans! If they stay too long, it'll be difficult to edit later.]

Melancholy Sweetie: [Why did you cut it? Just showing your face is fine.]

You're looking for your dad: [? Are you serious?]

Melancholy Sweetheart: [I'm serious.]

"They've gone mad," Lin Xun said, heartbroken. "Another one has gone mad."

He put away his phone and came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Fanxing was already washing vegetables in the kitchen.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and glanced at Lin Xun.

"These are all your favorite dishes."

Lin Xun leaned closer to take a look. "Who's making this?"

"Your dad." Jiang Fanxing said with a serious expression.

Lin Xun: "...I don't want to go to the hospital."

"How can you talk like that?" Jiang Fanxing laughed. "Your dad practiced several times before he came."

Lin Xun: "..."

He glanced at the cameras on both sides, then suddenly leaned closer to Jiang Fanxing, covered the microphone on his lower back, and whispered, "What's wrong with my dad today?"

"What's wrong? I wanted to cook for you two," Jiang Fanxing said.

Lin Xun: "...This was such a spur-of-the-moment decision."

……

upstairs.

Lin Chuanqiong tentatively knocked on the master bedroom door.

There was no movement inside.

He tentatively twisted the doorknob again.

Lin Si probably thought that Lin Xun wouldn't dare not knock on the door, so he didn't lock it.

Lin Chuanqiong entered very smoothly.

The room was pitch black, with the blackout curtains tightly drawn, and only the faint light coming from the doorway illuminated it.

There wasn't even a table in the bedroom, just a large bed with a slight bulge.

"Get up."

Lin Chuanqiong knocked on the door.

Nothing happened.

He drew back the curtains.

Lin Si remained silent.

"Hey."

Lin Chuanqiong looked down in confusion.

This guy is wearing an eye mask and sleeping soundly.

Lin Chuanqiong grabbed his blanket, about to pull it off, when he suddenly stopped.

He only just found out that Lin Si wears an eye mask when he sleeps.

He sometimes wears an eye mask when he takes a nap at the company to block out the light.

Now, it's so dark in the bedroom with the curtains closed, why are you still wearing it?

Lin Chuanqiong sighed, his previously somewhat rough movements softening slightly. "Get up."

Lin Si finally reacted.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, took off his blindfold, and was about to curse when he saw Lin Chuanqiong. "What are you doing here?"

Lin Chuanqiong: "Your mother and I came to see you."

Lin Si: "?"

He was really full of question marks.

He's been living here for so long, and Lin Chuanqiong and Ms. Jiang have only come once, for a housewarming party.

"Hurry up and get dressed, come out and help."

After saying that, Lin Chuanqiong went out again.

Lin Si: "..."

He scratched his head, thinking he might not have woken up properly, and fell asleep again.

A few seconds later.

I'm definitely not sleepy anymore.

He got up again.

downstairs.

After helping Jiang Fanxing wash the vegetables, Lin Xun took out a chocolate-coated ice cream endorsed by the program team from the refrigerator and ate it while watching TV.

When he heard a noise at the bottom of the stairs, he turned his head to look.

He casually opened his mouth wide.

Lin Si was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, a silver chain around his neck, and a particularly flamboyant earring on his left side, which was covered with small diamonds and was very eye-catching.

His hair was obviously styled, and he probably even curled it a couple of times with a curling iron. He looked so handsome that it seemed like he was about to go on stage and sing.

Lin Xun: "…………"

He stared at Lin Si expressionlessly.

Lin Si craned his neck to look towards the kitchen and saw Lin Xun's dumbfounded expression. "Has he finally gone mad?"

What do you mean by that?

Lin Xun clicked his tongue. "You're making me feel really awkward."

"What's wrong with me?" Lin Si glanced at him and scoffed, "Ridiculous."

Lin Xun clenched his fists. "I'm the star, the idol! What's the meaning of you dressing like this when I'm dressed like this?"

Lin Si glanced at him. "I didn't do it on purpose."

"You did it on purpose, deliberately trying to embarrass me." Lin Xun clenched his fist.

"Unrequited love."

Lin Si turned around and poured himself a glass of warm water.

He drank half a glass, then took the glass and stood at the kitchen doorway.

Watching Lin Chuanqiong frantically throw vegetables into the pot.

Jiang Fanxing stood to the side, watching leisurely without interfering.

Lin Si said lazily, "Dad, don't blow up my kitchen."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lin Chuanqiong glared at him, annoyed. "I'm already quite skilled at it, but I'm just not used to your pots and pans."