Bo Yan joining his son at the amusement park sparked a social discussion.
It concerned the contributions fathers make during their children’s growth.
When the topic arose, the reactions were wild, filled with sarcastic scoffing—of course, by the mothers complaining about their husbands.
[Ha... With a phone in hand, what’s the point of a son?]
[Mom of a three-year-old here, my husband is just a stranger in my son’s life at this age. He’s so unfamiliar that when my husband came home, my son actually asked me, "Mom, who is this man?" I felt embarrassed on his behalf at that moment.]
[It’s the same at my house; I do the breastfeeding, child-rearing, and chores all by myself. It’s practically like widowhood parenting.]
[Exactly, widowhood parenting. Raising kids has nothing to do with men; it’s all about going to your mother, going to your mother. Then what are you here for?]
Compared to the one-sided bashing of their own husbands, Bo Yan’s move made people overwhelmingly envious and jealous. Bo Yan, a high-earning, busy superstar, could still take his child to the amusement park and accompanied him as he grew up, recognizing that a father’s love is indispensable.
Why, on the other hand, can’t normal people manage to spend a bit more time with their children, such as helping with homework when they get home?
Some even criticized that if they were as wealthy as Bo Yan, they too would have time to play with their children. This argument is flawed: wealthy people and ordinary people approach parenting differently.
Is the amusement park not accessible to ordinary people? Did Bo Yan rent out the entire venue?
Obviously not, he simply wanted his child to experience the most ordinary amusement parks without any special treatment. But if ordinary men were to take a look, how many fathers do they see accompanying mothers with their children there?
Isn’t that enough to prompt some reflection?
Bo Yan was unaware of the sensation and discussions he had caused. After getting off the ride with Zhizhi, he received a call from Yuran who had come to pick them up. Father and son lit up with identical excitement, with Zhizhi speaking first, "Daddy, is Mommy here?"
Bo Yan picked up Zhizhi, "Yes, let’s go find Mommy, she’s waiting outside for us."
Yuran sent the car’s location to Bo Yan, and worried they might not find it, turned on location sharing. As she saw their dots getting closer, she rolled down the window slightly and looked towards their exit. As soon as she spotted father and son, she saw the two of them.
Bo Yan was holding Zhizhi’s hand, both dressed in ridiculously cute animal costumes which seemed oddly fitting, yet not.
Largely, their unique vibe stood them apart, recognizable simply by their demeanor.
Although there were plenty of others in animal outfits, none drew the eye like they did, especially Zhizhi sporting sunglasses that she had bought for him.
She turned off location sharing, simply waiting for them to come directly to her.
Bo Yan, holding Zhizhi’s hand, walked on while keeping a distance from passersby. Although their earlier popularity had died down, there was still no guarantee against recognition.
It wasn’t until they got into Yuran’s car that Bo Yan and Zhizhi finally took off their animal costumes.
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh as she turned to look at the two in the back seat, "Qi ge, you look rather disheveled."
Even wearing animal costumes now.
On ordinary days, this man would surely not care less, and he almost didn’t need to delve deep to understand what led to the current situation; he could grasp the essence in an instant.
Bo Yan couldn’t quite maintain his composure, wiped the sweat from Zhizhi’s forehead with a tissue, and switched to the passenger seat, "Got recognized, no worries. I had a good time with Zhizhi later, is everything resolved?"
Actually, Situ Jue had already briefed him once, but he was more concerned about whether Yuran wanted him to intervene.
Yuran simply hummed in acknowledgment, started the car, "An artist under Diyang’s banner, quite bold, gets to decide quite a lot on their own."
Bo Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, "Indeed, the reins are too loose, I’ll rectify that."
Yuran chuckled, "Qiqi, when you do this, do you think Situ will feel like I’ve been whispering in your ear?"
Although she kept her eyes on the road and never met Bo Yan’s gaze, Bo Yan detected an unusual tease and laughter in her voice.
"Even if that were the case, what could he do?"
Aren’t you worried that you are a foolish ruler and they might plot to seize your position later?
Zhizhi sat quietly in the back seat, scanning the back of his parents’ heads, looking forward to the next trip to the amusement park, "Mom, can Dad come with Zhizhi to the amusement park next time? Zhizhi wants to be with both Mom and Dad."
"Okay, next time Mom and Dad will take Zhizhi to a slightly farther amusement park, so we don’t have to dodge so many people, shivering in fear."
Bo Yan slightly raised an eyebrow; indeed, that was a good suggestion to consider.
"Dinner time is approaching, what would you like to eat?" Bo Yan glanced side-eyed at Yuran’s gentle profile, asking.
Yuran thought for a moment, then sought Zhizhi’s opinion, "Baby, what would you like to eat?"
Zhizhi wasn’t fussy about food, what mattered was whom he ate with. Being with Dad and Mom, anything was acceptable; he wasn’t picky, "Whatever Mom eats, Zhizhi will eat."
Yuran was slightly surprised, "Mom wants to eat hotpot, does Zhizhi want it too?"
Zhizhi nodded hard, "Zhizhi wants to eat too."
When they got home in the evening, Yuran was bombarded by notification alerts; online, there were clear and well-founded clarifications about Diyang’s involvement with the Yeguang Sect script. Official statements directly released evidence, proving some business troubles associated with the Yeguang Sect script. This clarification sent Xi Gu directly to the top of the viral search, with continuous ridicule.
"My God, this Huanya’s Mr. Xi Gu, using his own woman to draw business, also has adept business skills."
"Isn’t it? The grass is greener on this side, doesn’t care, oh, broad-minded indeed."
"Comparing this, why do I find the other Mr. Xiaoxi so pleasant to look at?"
"Shocking, this Xie Lingling is also formidable, to be able to handle such major decisions in channeling resources to Huanya. How weak must this Xi Gu be, letting his own woman handle such shady dealings?"
"Everyone, don’t forget about the bet between Xi Gu and Xi Nian; I’m still waiting for the outcome. Here, I’m supporting Mr. Xi Nian in advance."
"Upstairs, take me flying, take me swinging, I’m more than willing to cast my vote for Mr. Xiaoxi. If the ethos of our circle is rewritten by someone without morals, how chaotic would the social order be? Keyboard warriors are already frightening enough, add some other miscellaneous rubbish, and I might die of social depression without a trace of positive energy."