Jiang Yue is still at the recording site at this moment.

Perhaps because the show became popular, the production team also became rich. This time, they rented a private castle in the suburbs for them. The medieval decoration style looked very luxurious.

Everyone also had to change into the corresponding clothes.

Jiang Yue wore a gorgeous long dress with layers upon layers of fabric. The soft fabric felt very close to her skin, and the workmanship was exquisite and meticulous. The petticoat supported the skirt with lace trim, and her beautiful makeup and styling made her look like a princess who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.

Noble and exquisite.

This was free time; she didn't need to do any of the tasks set by the production team or complete any games. So she found a comfortable seat, picked up a book she'd taken out of her suitcase, and started reading again.

The camera is everywhere.

Those with a keen eye quickly noticed that the book she was holding seemed to be entirely in traditional Chinese characters, with some words and sentences being obscure and difficult to understand. She turned the pages very slowly, as if she were really reading it very carefully.

Questions kept popping up in the comments:

Does she really understand traditional Chinese characters?

"It's not just traditional characters... there are also many ancient characters... I'm studying Chinese language, and we have to learn traditional characters too, but I don't recognize any of the characters on the cover of that book she's holding!"

"Only professors who specialize in ancient Chinese characters understand them, right? You must have misread it."

"I'm not mistaken, it really is ancient script, but I can't understand it anyway."

"I find it funny that you guys are seriously discussing this. Jiang Yue was just showing off in front of the camera."

"I've learned something; I'll show off like that next time too."

"Wow, my wife is so smart."

"She's really reading; she's been reading for over ten minutes. Who can pretend to read for that long?"

Although Jiang Yue used to enjoy riding horses and hunting eagles, she could also settle down to read books. The more books she read, the more principles she understood.

She was looking at the book.

The little boy, rubbing his eyes after waking up from his afternoon nap, came downstairs to find his mother. This precious young master was the focus of attention for the crew on set.

It looks soft and juicy, and it's also very pretty.

Her skin was snow-white, her hair was jet black and soft, and her eyes were especially bright and dark, like talking stars, glistening with a moist luster.

The boy is one way with his mother, but a completely different way in front of the staff. He is not as soft as when he is nestled in his mother's arms. He has an innate air of nobility that brings an invisible sense of distance.

Zhou Zhengchu found his mother sitting on the balcony reading a book. He went out and said in a soft, sweet voice, as if he had just woken up, "Mom."

He leaned against her chest, his eyelashes fluttering, and said, "I just dreamt that my mother kissed me."

His mother hadn't kissed him in a long time.

He was a greedy, bad boy who, having finally gotten the embrace he had once longed for and a little bit of his mother's love, became increasingly dissatisfied.

Jiang Yue thought for a moment, then leaned down and kissed the child on the cheek: "Now it's not just in dreams anymore."

The villain, seemingly suddenly warmed by the abundant light, felt his inner darkness dissipate. He blushed and stammered, "Mommy, can...can you kiss me again?"

Polite, timid, and kind to people.

The boy, skilled at disguising himself, understands what kind of boy his mother likes.

Jiang Yue put down her book, picked him up, and let him sit on her lap. Looking at his blushing little face as he shyly lowered his head, she suddenly smiled and kissed his cheek again.

"Now you have one more than in the dream."

The boy gripped his mother's sleeve tightly, his ears burning: "Thank you, Mom."

He felt so happy.

He is now the happiest child in the world.

He was able to always play the most obedient child.

The heartwarming scene was quickly shattered as the entrance to the recording studio became bustling with activity, and staff members turned their attention to the doorway.

It seems that someone important has arrived.

The assistant director, who had temporarily taken over the job, froze on the spot upon hearing the news from his assistant: "Mr. and Mrs. Qin came to visit the set?! Are you sure you're not mistaken? Or did I hear wrong?"

"No, the car has arrived." The assistant was also shocked, his face turning pale with a mixture of excitement and fear: "We have to clear the area."

This is a big shot who only appears in government news.

Two rows of bodyguards in black cleared the area, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold and solemn.

The bigwigs visited the set without prior notice, and the assistant director had his assistants frantically clear people out before hurriedly shutting down the live stream.

The live stream suddenly went black.

The audience still didn't know what was going on.

"???"

"Why did my electronic condiment dispenser suddenly disappear?!?!"

"What's with the 'ah ah ah'? I haven't had enough of looking at my wife yet."

"@Zhou Ji, did you do this because of your possessiveness?!"

"It's okay, the camera cut off before the screen went black. I could only hear my baby and her child talking, sob sob. Such a gentle mother. My mother just holds a rolling pin and tells me to behave, sob sob."

“Our baby looks like a lovely big kid too.”

"I've vaguely heard that someone went to visit the set, but I can't say for sure."

"What, are you making up stories again? The privileged second generation don't have that much time to visit divorced minor celebrities on set."

"Shh, not 'second generation,' but their father."

"Whoever believes it, listen to it for yourself and see how outrageous it is."

Even a black screen in a live stream can generate thousands of arguments.

Like the viewers in the live stream, Jiang Yue was completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened. Half of the unimportant staff members at the recording site were cleared out.

Ning Yao ran over and whispered in her ear, "A big shot is visiting the set."

Jiang Yue asked truthfully, "How old?"

Ning Yao didn't know how to express herself; she was also a naive and inexperienced girl who had never seen the world! But she remembered that Jiang Yue had a girlfriend she didn't get along with very well.

After hesitating for a moment, she said, "It seems to be Miss Qin's parents."

Jiang Yue raised an eyebrow: "They're not here for me, are they?"

Ning Yao felt uneasy and didn't know what to say.

The assistant director had already respectfully invited the person in.

Jiang Yue saw the couple she had met once before. The handsome man was wearing a black overcoat, his face was calm and composed, and he was gentle and refined, but he gave people a sense of superiority that was somewhat suffocating and intimidating.

The woman beside him was also very beautiful.

Her eyes were a little red, and she looked like she had just been crying.

Whether it was illness or exhaustion, the woman leaned weakly against the man beside her, staring straight at her with dark eyes that seemed to be brimming with tears.

Her throat bobbed twice, and she forced the choking sensation back down.

Mrs. Qin stared at her intently, not wanting to look away for even a second. The sunlight outside the French windows dappled the branches of the trees in the yard, and the dappled sunlight fell on her soft and delicate face. Her eyes were as clear as spring water, transparent and innocent.

She seemed somewhat puzzled, quietly looking back at them.

When Mrs. Qin saw her face, her heart skipped a beat. She gripped her husband's hand tightly, opened her mouth, but the usually calm and composed woman was now speechless.

Qin Genzhi was also filled with mixed feelings; a strong sense of bitterness almost filled his heart, and he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

A sore, bitter feeling welled up inside me, and when I met those eyes, I felt a tender, fatherly affection.

He used to think of himself as a man with weak family ties, who only loved his wife.

She raised her son according to the established methods.

They turned a blind eye to Qin Qin, just to make things easier for the rest of the family.

I missed it for more than 20 years.

It's been far too long.

It's been too long.

Now that his biological daughter has been found, however cruel it may be, he will never keep Qin Qin in the Qin family again. Her position is awkward and will only cause him and his daughter to drift apart.

Mrs. Qin took a few steps forward, seemingly eager to rush to her and hug her tightly, but her husband held her hands down, and she managed to calm down.

If you rush up to her, you might frighten her.

Today, the couple simply couldn't resist wanting to see her one last time.