Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

The boy walked with a sense of alertness, as if to say, "My dad calling me suddenly must mean something bad," but also with a hint of curiosity.

After Chen Chu waited for him to sit down on the sofa, he placed the teacup on the coffee table, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite Chen Ziran. In a serious, equal, and conversational tone, as if talking to an adult, he explained the whole story.

"The program team organized a family exchange activity. They want me to exchange families with your Uncle Wang's family for a week. I'll stay at his house, and his son will stay at our house."

Chen Chu said calmly, "You'll also be staying at his house for a week."

He didn't beat around the bush, nor did he lay too much groundwork.

He knew that the more he tried to cover things up, the more likely children would overthink it.

A seven or eight-year-old child might think, "Does this mean my parents don't want me anymore?" While a fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager might not be that naive, they might still have some doubts.

Chen Ziran is ultimately just a child. No matter how mature and sensible he appears, deep down he is still a child who is afraid of being abandoned.

Chen Chu looked at him and added, "If you don't think it's okay, then we won't sign."

He said it casually, but behind that casualness was a clear attitude: your opinion is important.

This matter is not up to me; it is up to you.

Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment. He sat on the sofa, processing the news for a few seconds. He blinked, and then a smile bloomed on his face.

"Don't worry, Dad..." He patted his chest and said in a resolute tone, "I would never betray my father!"

Chen Chu, who was about to pick up his teacup to take a sip, trembled upon hearing this, nearly spilling the tea. He put down the teacup, looked Chen Ziran up and down, then narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "As we all know, the more someone lacks something, the more they like to emphasize it. I think... um... that... is a bit of a 'protest'."

Chen Ziran's face flushed red instantly: "Dad, what do you mean by this! You don't trust me! I'm your own son! This hurts me deeply!"

He clutched his chest, making a heartbroken expression.

Looking at his comical antics, Chen Chu couldn't help but twitch his lips: "My dear son, how could your father not trust you? However, between father and son, the father must have absolute trust in his son. But we're not father and son..."

Chen Ziran froze, her eyes widening: "Huh?"

Chen Chu reached out and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly, "We are brothers. There can be trust between father and son, but not between brothers. Brothers must be wary of each other. This is the rule of the martial world."

Chen Ziran: "..."

He remained silent for three seconds.

Then he slowly raised a thumb, his face showing a genuine, unadulterated expression of admiration: "Dad, you're amazing!"

Chen Chu was caught off guard by the sudden praise, and his expression went blank for a moment.

"...Huh? What do you mean? Weren't we just talking about whether you'd be betraying your father by going to Wang Wenwu's house?"

Chen Ziran didn't respond to his comment, but continued speaking to himself, his tone becoming increasingly serious: "At a time like this, faced with the temptation of 100,000 yuan, you can still keep a clear head and ask for my opinion."

He held up a finger and tapped his chest. "You are the perfect father figure for the entire internet."

Chen Chu's lips twitched slightly: "...The topic we were just discussing was..."

"Having a father like you..." Chen Ziran's voice carried an emotion so sincere that it was hard to believe, "You are simply my pride."

Chen Chu gave up completely.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed, waved his hand, and said in a tone that said, "Alright, alright, you've agreed to go, right? Then I'll go sign the contract with the director."

Chen Ziran nodded vigorously, a bright smile on his face: "Yes, yes, Dad, don't worry, I will never forget my roots!"

Chen Chu stood up, walked to the contract on the coffee table, picked up a pen, and signed his name on the signature page.

He capped his pen with a crisp "click," then looked up at Li Minghui sitting on the opposite sofa and reached out his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Li Minghui grasped his hand, his smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum, his eyes reflecting the overwhelming traffic and data.

He could almost see the ratings for this episode climbing at an incredible angle. He gripped Chen Chu's hand and shook it vigorously, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

"It's a pleasure to work with you! It's a pleasure to work with you!"

The comments section was absolutely in stitches.

[Wait, someone tell me, who's the son and who's the father? I don't understand!]

[I can't stand it anymore, hahaha! They're totally treating Chen Chu like a son! I screenshotted Chen Chu's expression when Ziran said, "You're practically a role model for fathers across the internet, I'm going to make it into a meme!"]

The famous philosopher Vega once said, "If we switched roles, I would show you what happiness is."

[Isn't Vega from Happy Camp? When did he become a philosopher?]

[Vega: When did I say that? ???]

[Chen Chu: These are all my lyrics! My lyrics!]

[Sorry, I'm blind. Someone just said Chen Chu is going to participate in a family exchange? Was the part before just Zi Ran trying to comfort Chen Chu? ???]

[This is hilarious! I really don't understand this father-son relationship, but it's also incredibly moving.]

In the living room, Chen Chu and Li Minghui shook hands. Li Minghui happily put away the contract, stuffing it into a file folder as if he had found a treasure, and then said goodbye and left.

The living room fell silent again.

Chen Ziran sat on the sofa, watching Chen Chu pick up a copy of the contract from the coffee table, flip through it, and then casually put it on the bookshelf.

He looked at his father's back. His back wasn't particularly tall, and it even seemed somewhat casual and unhurried, but he knew how much he carried beneath that casual exterior.

Chen Ziran knew some things.

He knew his father's bank card was frozen. He had overheard his father making phone calls on the balcony, his voice very low, but he still managed to catch a few words here and there.

"Custody", "Lawyer's Fees", "Freezing", "Trouble".

Those words were like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; he didn't need to put them all together to know what the picture looked like. His mother was fighting with his father for custody and had already started using some less-than-honorable methods.

My father needs to hire a lawyer, deal with the lawsuit, and it will cost money, and not a small amount.

Therefore, this 100,000 yuan is very important to the father.

Chen Ziran sat on the sofa, picked up Chen Xiayu and put her on his lap, letting her play with building blocks.

The little girl was holding a red triangular block in her small hands and trying hard to put it on top of a crooked little house.

He looked down at his sister's hair. She had two little buns tied up, which he had done for her that morning. One was higher than the other, crooked and uneven, like two asymmetrical little mushrooms.

He didn't want to leave home. He didn't want to leave his sister. Not even for a day, let alone a week.

He glanced at his father's back as he tidied up in the kitchen, then looked back at the stack of building blocks on the small table in front of his knees. He suddenly felt he should do something. Not just because of the 100,000 yuan, although that was also a very important reason, but more so because he wanted his father to know that he wasn't the kind of kid who would only hold his father back.

He can also shoulder some responsibility. Even if it's just a little bit.

He lowered his head, gently rubbed his chin against the top of Chen Xiayu's head, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

Chen Xiaoyu looked up at him with her big, dark eyes and asked in a childish voice, "What's delicious?"

Chen Ziran thought for a moment, then said seriously, "I don't know for now..."

Chen Xiayu looked puzzled, but still nodded: "Okay!"

Chen Ziran looked at her tiny, millet-like teeth when she smiled and couldn't help but laugh too.

Then he looked at Chen Chu, who was busy with his computer, seemingly oblivious to what he was doing...

That's the best kind of dad.