I Tried to Pack a Suitcase—The Kid Reported Me to His Dad

Finally behaving, Xie Yaoyao let the director film him.

His face was fair with a healthy blush, and he clutched a little monster toy in his hand.
He huffed and puffed as he squatted on the floor, packing his suitcase alongside Ning Shixue.

The director, pitching his voice higher, asked beside him, “Sweetie, what’s your name?”

Xie Yaoyao pouted and shot him a sidelong glance.

He thought this uncle was really dumb too.
He’d just heard the bad stepdad call him Xie Yaoyao, so why was he still asking?

I called Xie Yaoxing,
Xie Yaoyao’s little brain spun and he announced his ‘big name.’

The director tried to ask more, but Xie Yaoyao ignored him.
Afraid of making him cry again, the director had to give up.

Xie Yaoyao wasn’t bringing much, mainly clothes, formula, and a few comfort toys.

Actually, he’d been weaned off milk since he was one.
But being away from home, the old butler was afraid Ning Shixue wouldn’t be able to soothe him at night.
Since the show would film for a month, he had him bring a bottle for bedtime comfort.

I already, not a three-year-old baby,
Xie Yaoyao protested.
I not drink milk.

The other guests were also packing.
There was even a child crying, wanting to take the family wok with them.

Only Xie Yaoyao kept taking things out.

‘I’ll drink it,’
Ning Shixue said coldly and ruthlessly, putting the bottle back in.

They continued packing over here.

A staff member approached the director and whispered a few words.
The director instantly grinned from ear to ear.

Who could have imagined?

Ning Shixue had been trending explosively since last night and had just racked up three more hot searches.
Their show not only had the buzz, but they even saved a huge chunk on promotion.

Back when he insisted on hiring Ning Shixue against all opposition, the producer had pointed a finger at his nose and cursed.

Those old fogies must be dumbfounded now.

Xie Yaoyao packed for a while, then looked down to tug at his little socks, then secretly pointed his little monster at Ning Shixue with ‘da-da-da’ sounds.
When it was almost time for lunch, the old butler came to find them.

You not allowed go!
Xie Yaoyao, with his bib on as if revealing his true form, grabbed Ning Shixue’s clothes with his chubby little hand, saying in a milky voice,
You not answer my question yet.

Ning Shixue: “…”

Truly helpless.
Can’t he just be picked up and spanked?

But Xie Yaoyao looked up, met Ning Shixue’s still-reddened eyes, wrestled with it for a moment, scratched his chubby little cheek, and changed to holding just a few of Ning Shixue’s fingers.
He sighed,
Never mind, can’t answer question, can also eat.

Ai, who made this bad stepdad so delicate.

Had to give in a little.

The bullet comments were curious.
The director asked what they were wondering,
Teacher Ning, what question?

Ning Shixue didn’t want to talk.

It’s… Yaoyao watched a variety show before,
the old butler explained awkwardly from the side.

‘Can’t eat without answering a question?’
The director chuckled along,
What kind of director is so mean?

Then he looked down.
Xie Yaoyao was hugging his leg, enthusiastically snuggling against him.
His smile slowly froze on his face.

So it was me who’s so mean.

[The director wakes up at midnight: I really am the worst.]

[Dying of laughter.
Is Xie Yaoyao really not Ning Shixue’s biological child?
They’re exactly the same.]

[Heirloom drama queen. (just kidding)]

Finally finished with lunch, Ning Shixue returned to the bedroom.

This time, no matter what the director said, he wouldn’t come out.
It wasn’t until evening, an hour before the program’s scheduled departure time, that he got out of bed to pack his own luggage.

I help you!
Xie Yaoyao volunteered.

Ning Shixue found the large suitcase the original host used for schedules.
He packed a few sets of clothes, couldn’t bear to part with the latex pillow he’d slept on these past few days.
The original host was also taking Chinese medicine, so he packed dozens of pre-brewed packets… In the end, the suitcase barely zipped shut.

His game console almost didn’t fit.

Xie Yaoyao squatted nearby, hands propping his chubby cheeks, looking a bit worried.
I think, you not able carry it.

Though only three and a half, he had been a fan of this show for over a year.
He knew once they left home, guests had to carry their own luggage.
The black-hearted director wouldn’t help.

What a joke.

Ning Shixue didn’t believe it.
Hadn’t he crawled out from piles of corpses and seas of blood?
He couldn’t even lift a suitcase?

Confidently, he stepped forward, took a breath, braced his core, then lifted with both hands.

…

Half an hour later.

On the program team’s dedicated vehicle, Ning Shixue had a warm towel on his pale wrist.
His fingers were slender, the fair pads marked with several red lines from the straps.

Told you, not able carry it,
Xie Yaoyao sighed beside him, cupping his chubby cheeks.
Why you, so not good!

Ning Shixue was so embarrassed he could dig a mansion with his toes, but he was still stubbornly denying it.
‘I not do on purpose.’

How was he supposed to know the original host’s body was this weak?

You like this, get spanked by Big Daddy,
Xie Yaoyao ignored his denial and continued lecturing him.
You forget?
Big Daddy spank, very hurt!

[Well, well.
Is this something I’m allowed to hear???]

[Hmm??
Now you have my full attention.]

[Elaborate, elaborate!
What can’t my esteemed VIP self know?!]

–

Xie Group, Chief Assistant’s Office.

Song Li finished organizing the contracts at hand, hesitated for a moment, then picked up his phone and walked towards the office at the end of the corridor.
His steps were steady as he knocked on the door.
President Xie.

After his marriage, Xie Zhaozhou had stayed abroad, only returning to Yan City last night and coming directly to the company.

He probably hadn’t managed to sleep all night.

But when he looked up, those phoenix eyes were still dark and composed.
His suit was impeccably pressed, exuding a cold, sharp sense of pressure.
The pure black suit fabric sheathed his long legs.
Even sitting behind the desk, his tall, well-built frame was evident.

What is it?
Xie Zhaozhou asked.

Song Li handed him the documents.
The contract with Ning Pharmaceutical is drafted.
I brought it for your signature.
And also…
he paused uncharacteristically.

Xie Zhaozhou couldn’t help but frown.

When he took over the Xie Group three years ago, Song Li was already his assistant.
He almost never hesitated like this.

What’s wrong?
Xie Zhaozhou’s voice turned slightly colder.

It’s about the parenting show Madam and the Little Young Master are on,
Song Li’s face was full of conflict.
In the end, he could only hand his phone to Xie Zhaozhou.
President Xie, would you like to take a look?

Even though he had warned Ning Shixue to behave, he was still on the same show as Ji Qing.
Who knew if he might suddenly go crazy and do something.

Xie Zhaozhou had instructed Song Li to keep an eye on the live stream.

If anything unusual happened, to inform him.

Xie Zhaozhou’s brow furrowed deeper, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
He took the phone, but his gaze suddenly halted.

“…”

Song Li had specifically switched to the live stream replay.

Ning Shixue’s eyes were tinged with red, the corners damp and beautifully flushed.
His eyelashes were thick and dark.
Perhaps due to his young age, with his black hair falling down, his fair jawline seemed to add a touch of softness.
He was lying on the cashmere carpet, hugging himself and crying.

Then, after a while.

Xie Yaoyao, with his little feet up, boldly declared he would let everyone from the program team come to his house to be babies.

And at the very end, Xie Yaoyao’s milky voice echoed throughout the office,
‘Big Daddy spank very hurt.’

Xie Zhaozhou: “…”

A few short minutes that would take a lifetime to recover from.