"Mom, why did you hit me?" Su Chenfei was still dazed.
He had suffered a nightmare for half the night and had finally gotten some good sleep, only to be woken up by a slap from his own mother.
Yawning widely, Su Chenfei said he was still sleepy.
Old Lady Su said speechlessly, "Don't you want to take a look over there?"
While Su Chenfei was rubbing his eyes in a super unflattering way, he turned his head and saw the live-stream camera, remembering that they had shooting scheduled for today. In fact, these past few years, having nightmares before significant events had become usual for him.
As for his image that couldn't be cleansed no matter what, he had acquired a resigned attitude. After all, even if his eldest brother set out to sue those spreading rumors, they mysteriously would never be able to find anyone.
But this time it was different. Little Auntie was with him, and he also had the important task of making Little Auntie liked by the audience. Image was important!
With that in mind, Su Chenfei sprang out of bed, ran his fingers through his hair, and lifted one corner of his mouth to smile at the camera: "Good morning, babies."
[Yuck, why has Su Wanku suddenly become so greasy? It's really disgusting.]
[Who are your babies? Get out of the production crew!]
[Take your illegitimate daughter and get out of the Entertainment Circle.]
Those who had just praised Su Chenfei for his good looks didn't want to speak up for him anymore. Regarding male stars in the Entertainment Circle, it wasn't a problem to be unattractive, but being handsome and deliberately flaunting it made one come off as slimy.
"Seventh grandchild, good morning!" The sudden baby voice ended Su Chenfei's greasy pose in an instant.
His thin lips immediately curved into a gentle arc as he crouched down and said to Mianmian with a tender gaze, "Good morning, Little Auntie."
[???? I'm dying, is Su Chenfei an expression king or what? I couldn't even react to that instant switch.]
[Ahhhh, I wanted to gouge my eyes out a second ago, and now I've been charmed by Su Chenfei's expression. What kind of gentle father is this?]
[Uh, is he really a dad though? Calling her Little Auntie?]
Mianmian stretched out her little hand, "It's time to brush your teeth and wash your face, Seventh grandchild, then eat breakfast, take the car, and even take an airplane. We have so many things to do."
Su Chenfei put on his slippers, didn't take Mianmian's hand, but instead picked her up: "Alright, let's go, we'll take the airplane to wash up and brush our teeth."
Many adults and children have played this airplane game, where an adult lifts a child, and the kid stretches out their arms like an airplane.
The duo "flew" into the washroom, making the camera tremble a few times, signifying the crew almost couldn't keep up.
[Little Auntie? Seventh grandchild? Did I hear that wrong?]
[No, you didn't hear wrong. That's really what they were calling each other.]
[Could it be that when Su Chenfei's mother calls this little girl Xiaogu, it's not the 'gu' for mushroom but the 'gu' for auntie?]
[Maybe it's a term of endearment for his daughter? After all, Little Auntie doesn't necessarily mean the elder kind of Little Auntie.]
In the washroom, the two were squeezing toothpaste.
Mianmian stood on a chair with a large toothbrush in her hand, while Su Chenfei held a small one. After squeezing the toothpaste, he naturally handed the small toothbrush to Mianmian, bowing his head respectfully, "Little Auntie, please use the toothbrush!"
Mianmian also naturally accepted the toothbrush with one hand and made a sound like "Eh," mimicking the voice of an old lady, "My dear Grandson is so good, Little Auntie likes you so much!"
After saying that, she even stood on tiptoes and patted Su Chenfei's head.
Clearly, they were imitating something, but the audience was once again confused. The anti-fans also forgot to continue boycotting Su Chenfei and were completely baffled instead.
[What's going on? Are they role-playing?]
[I mean, even if we're playing role-play, I wouldn't have my daughter call me Grandson, right?]
[I can't understand what's happening. What exactly is going on?]
The big one and the little one finished brushing their teeth with electric toothbrushes and began washing their faces with basins. After washing his face, Su Chenfei took out a jar of children's face cream from the cabinet above the wash basin and started to apply it on Mianmian's face as part of her skincare routine.
The cabinet door was left open, revealing seven jars of cream inside, each with a label on it. From front to back, the labels read in turn: Eldest Grandchild, Second Grandchild, Third Grandchild, Fourth Grandchild, Fifth Grandchild, Sixth Grandchild.
The jar in Su Chenfei's hand was labeled "Seventh Grandchild," the writing clearly visible under the high-definition camera.
All of a sudden, the voice of an unfamiliar elder rang out in the room, "Little Seven, what are you doing? Today is Monday, and you should be using the cream I bought for Little Auntie! How dare you sneakily use the one you bought, are you asking to be kicked?"
Just from his voice, one could tell he was a lively old man.
The next second, a foot clad in cloth shoes forcefully invaded the shot, aiming a kiss at Su Chenfei's backside.
Su Chenfei grimaced as the kick landed, nearly dropping the jar of cream. Remembering they were filming, he strained to maintain his facial expression, his eyes twitching as he turned towards the camera, "Dad, we're filming, can you not do that, please?"
Elder Su paid no heed, standing outside the camera's view, his voice filled with grievance, "Little Auntie, Little Seven is not playing fair. You've got to be the fair head of the household. We had agreed to use my cream on Mondays, right?"
Mianmian, who was blocked by Su Chenfei, didn't see Elder Su's flying kick, but she did hear his words.
So she clutched Su Chenfei's hand, examined the labels on the small jars closely, and nodded, "Yes, Mianmian is the fairest and most just elder."
She stretched out her little hand to pick up Elder Su's jar of cream, opened it up, and applied it on her face once more.
[No way, Su Chenfei's dad is also self-identifying as a grandchild? This little milk baby's family ranking is no joke. ]
[You guys believe that? It's definitely a ploy made up by the Su Family to whitewash Su Chenfei.]
[Hehehe, if they're really trying to whitewash him like this, isn't the price too high? Su Chenfei's father, Su Linsheng, is a celebrity. His Wikipedia page says he's 60 years old. Is it really worth it?]
The online comments flared up again, as the entry "Su Chenfei takes Little Auntie on a variety show" quietly climbed the trending searches, ranking just above and below "Su Chenfei's Illegitimate Daughter."
After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, Su Chenfei carried Mianmian downstairs for breakfast.
Mianmian's breakfast was bread with milk. The beautiful milk bottle, newly bought by Old Lady Su, was adorned with cute little lamb patterns.
She first ate the bread, then held the milk bottle with her little face all puffed up, taking big gulps.
The program team arranged for a pre-variety show interview with the adorable kids, with questions based on the morning activities of the guests. Adults and children were interviewed separately, without any reminders allowed.
It was the first time Mianmian faced the camera alone. Despite having instructed Mianmian to look at the camera and such, Su Chenfei was still extremely worried and stood nervously behind her.
"Mianmian, what is your relationship with Su Chenfei?" The program team's first question was a bombshell. To get an answer, the staff even offered milk candy, something most children like, "If you answer uncle truthfully, uncle will give you this tasty milk candy."
Mianmian was very close to the camera, remembering what the grandkids and grand nephews had said about looking at the camera when asked questions alone, so she leaned in closer, her big curious eyes staring into the lens, "I'm his Little Auntie, and he's my Seventh Grandchild."
The high-definition camera was in close-up, and Little Bun leaned in so close, as if wanting to give a kiss, looking adorably cute.
[Wuuu, I have to say, this little girl really melts my heart.]
[So young and already lying, that's enough. ]
[Hehehe, if they really are Little Auntie and Seventh Grandchild, I'll wash my hair standing on my head!]
"Then do you have anything to prove he's your Seventh Grandchild?" The staff continued to ask.
Mianmian frowned and pondered before responding, "My dad and mom told me, he's my Seventh Grandchild."
"And where are your dad and mom?" the staff asked with a chuckle, "Can they come over here and talk?"
When Su Chenfei heard the staff bringing up Mianmian's parents, he was so angry he could bite metal. This program team had no decency, always touching on the most sensitive topics, didn't they?
What if they made Little Auntie cry?
The Su Family members also clenched their fists. They had been trying to find ways to help Mianmian's parents recover quickly. Mianmian had only just stopped being so upset. What if she started crying again? Could the program team compensate for that?
Mianmian hadn't expected to be asked about her parents' whereabouts, and thinking about her parents still asleep on the mountain, she felt a twinge in her nose, and her eyes began to well up with tears.
The little Milk Bun who was smiling sweetly and relaxing just a moment ago now showed such an expression, breaking the hearts of some viewers who adored children.
[Oh my god, something must have happened to Mianmian's parents.]
[Should we skip this question? Making a child cry doesn't seem right.]
Some of Su Chenfei's anti-fans spared no effort in slandering him: [I'm dying of laughter, maybe the kid is crying because he can't say where his mom and dad are? I still don't believe there could be such a young child with such a high generational status.]
Seeing that Mianmian was about to cry, the staff felt sorry but the job was urgent, and following the Assistant Director's request, they asked, "Mianmian, don't cry, is your dad here, but not your mom?"
This question was clearly intended to coax Mianmian into admitting she was an illegitimate daughter.
But Mianmian shook her head, not falling for it, and instead rubbed her eyes, answering seriously, "My dad's name is Su Senqi, and my mom is Jiang Yao, they are both sleeping right now, but as soon as Mianmian becomes a friend many people like, they will wake up."
"So they can't come to talk right now, but once Mianmian completes Mianmian's task, Mianmian will let them talk to you too, uncle."
Little Bun finished speaking and looked up at the staff member.
The light in the room just happened to be concentrated on Little Bun's tender face, casting a golden halo around it, adorable and beautiful.
The staff member was charmed: "Okay, thank you Little Friend Su Mianmian for answering our questions. That'll be all for our interview."
With that, they were about to move the microphone away.
But at this moment, Mianmian urgently said, "Uncle, can you call your son right now? You know, that kind of square one that can contact people quickly?"
"Tell him not to go forward anymore."
This unexpected development stunned the staff member, who reflexively asked, "Why do you say that? My son is only four, he doesn't have a phone."
Mianmian looked intently at the staff member's children's palace and said very seriously, "Then, can you call your son's mom? Uncle, you're a good person, Mianmian doesn't want you to be sad."
[How did this emotional show suddenly turn into a religious one???]
[I'm dying, this kid seems like a fortune-teller.]
[No way, is the Su Family trying to set up the kid with a mystical persona because they've seen fortune-telling live streams popping up on major platforms?]
[I actually want to see the staff member make a call, it's not like a call would take up much time.]
The staff member was still hesitant, but Su Chenfei had already come into view of the camera, pulling out a mobile phone: "Give me the phone, I'll make the call."
That earnest demeanor clearly showed he believed in Mianmian's words.
The staff member was still unsure what kind of act this was, but the Director's instruction came through his earpiece: "Make the call."
He hurriedly took out his phone and dialed his wife's number. It was now 8:30 in the morning on a Monday. They had signed their son up for a painting class that started at 9 o'clock; his wife should be on her way to drop off their son at the class.
After the call connected, the staff member, as instructed by the Director, switched to speakerphone.
"Honey, where are you?"
A gentle voice came from the phone: "Husband, I'm taking our son to his class. Aren't you busy with the variety show today? How come you have time to call me?"
The staff member paused, glanced at Little Bun staring at him with big eyes, and hesitantly said, "It's nothing, I just wanted you not to go ahead with our son, just wait a little longer before going."
"Huh? Why? ...Bang!"
A loud crash came through the phone, and just by the amplified sound from the speaker, one could guess what had happened. After the noise subsided, the wife's voice, still in shock, came through: "...Husband, there's been a car accident, the car stopped not far ahead of us. Thank goodness I slowed down to answer the call, worrying about not paying enough attention, otherwise if we had walked just a bit further, our son and I would have been hit!!"
As she spoke, she kept gasping for air, clearly frightened out of her wits.
Once Mianmian heard everything had ended, her serious expression was replaced by a sweet smile.
Her tiny feet swung back and forth, looking utterly adorable.
[No way, is this a script? Could there really be such a sinister occurrence?]
[What the hell, Little Bun the infallible fortune teller?]
[...You won't believe this, but I was right on this street where the car accident happened, and I saw the mother and child talking to the staff member. I was stunned when the accident occurred. I filmed it, check my V-blog with the same name, come see!]
Many netizens headed over to this netizen's V-blog and truly saw the scene of the accident, as well as the silhouette of the woman holding the child. The video was geotagged at Confucianism Street in our city, and various signs indicated it wasn't scripted.
Who would use two colliding cars as a show in their script?
"Thank you so much, really."
The staff member, having comforted his wife by now, was thanking Mianmian, looking at her with eyes full of reverence.
If it weren't for the call that slowed his wife down, both mother and son would have definitely been in a car accident by now. No matter the outcome, it was something he couldn't bear.
Mianmian smiled and said, "No worries, uncle. You saved a child last time; this is the reward you deserve."
The staff member scratched his head: "You could even see that? You're truly amazing."
Indeed, three days ago, he had reached out and caught a primary school student who was about to dash across a red light. Had he been even a second slower, the student would have been hit.
It was only at this moment that Su Chenfei learned Little Auntie could also tell fortunes, looking at her with admiring awe: "Auntie is really incredible!"
Mianmian, feeling shy from the praise, patted Su Chenfei's head: "Thank you for your compliments, Seventh Grandchild. Mianmian learned it all from dad and mom."
Because of the fortune-telling interlude, the viewership in Mianmian and Su Chenfei's live-stream room shot up to number one, and within a day, they obtained their third trending search term: #LittleAuntiePredictsAccident#.
Studies of the mystical like this one depend on belief. Hence, the online discussion heated up in an instant. Plenty of anti-fans commented: "I think the Su Family has gone all out, staging the accident to create a mystical persona for the child."
"Only if there's another prediction!"
The Director of the variety show was overjoyed to see Su Chenfei's live-stream room's viewership spike to 3 million, and he gave new instructions to the staff.
So the staff member, who had his fortune told by Mianmian, asked somewhat sheepishly: "We'd like to continue the interview a bit longer, allowing Master Mianmian to interact with the audience and prove her fortune-telling abilities. May I ask what else can you predict?"
[Keep predicting, I only believe in science, not this stuff.]
[Prove it then, predict again and I'll believe!]
The live broadcast room saw another surge in popularity due to the staff member's request.
One of the four great classics of Dragon Country is extremely rich in fantasy elements, and the people claim they are descendants of dragons. It's safe to say the people of Dragon Country have a natural interest in mystical events. Thus, the sight of such a young child telling fortunes drew in even those who didn't watch variety shows.
In another buzzing broadcasting room, the film Emperor Qin Tao, who was gently peeling shrimp for a little boy, wore a smile looking at the red pearl bracelet on his wrist.
After all, he had already sent out the little devil; he just had to wait and collect the luck intended for Su Chenfei.
This variety show was bound to have the highest viewership in his live-stream room, for he was none other than Film Emperor Qin Tao!
Once he gathered all the Qi from Su Chenfei in the variety show, he might as well drain Su Chenfei dry in one go. It didn't matter that Su Chenfei was doomed to oblivion and couldn't turn his fortunes around!
It was best to let him die in the Entertainment Circle he loved so much; a fitting end indeed!
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