The old newspapers in the prison library were crumpled into deep creases.

Zhang Mingzhe, dressed in an orange prison uniform, stared intently at the headline: #ZiXiMoJinNianCenturyWedding#. The bride's diamond ring in the photo sparkled in the sunlight, stinging his eyes.

He slammed his fist against the wall, blood seeping from his knuckles.

His seven-year sentence for economic crimes has just begun, while the actress he once looked down on has reached a height he could never attain.

"87654, back to your cell!"

The prison guard's reprimand made him tremble.

A burly, tattooed man passing by sneered, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhang? I heard that the little starlet you've been supporting is now working as a hostess at a nightclub."

Zhang Mingzhe lunged forward like a madman, only to be instantly knocked down by a stun gun.

In the solitary confinement cell, he stared at the mottled ceiling, memories flooding back like a tide.

Just a few months ago, he was still the heir of the Zhang family.

Until the Fu Group suddenly submitted a complete chain of evidence to the regulatory authorities, proving that he had manipulated stock prices and laundered money.

On the day of the trial, when he saw Mo Jinnian, the representative of the Fu family, in the audience, he suddenly understood everything.

The other party even provocatively raised a champagne glass to him.

"Dinner's ready."

A prison guard slipped a metal plate through the crack in the door; the food inside had gone cold.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the solitary confinement cell. It was a fellow inmate: "There's a letter for you."

Inside the envelope was a newspaper clipping of Lu Xiaomi working as a hostess at a nightclub.

On the back, someone wrote in red pen: "Your goddess."

Zhang Mingzhe tore the newspaper clippings to shreds, but he couldn't tear away every moment he shared with Lu Xiaomi that flashed through his mind.

He finally understood that this was what it meant to hunt eagles your whole life, only to have your eyes pecked out by one in the end.

*

"Mr. Mo, here's the quality inspection report for this batch of agricultural products..."

"Call me Assistant Mo."

"All decisions require President Zhao's signature."

Mo Jinnian organized the documents without looking up, a little ink stain on his cuff.

The young staff member nodded, suppressing a laugh.

Who would have thought that the former top actor would step down from the spotlight and become the man behind his wife, and now he is even willing to be a small assistant in his wife's foundation?

Beneath the plaque for the best charity of the year hanging on the office wall are numerous photos of the two of them.

"Where did President Zhao go today?"

The new intern asked in a low voice.

"They went to a primary school in the mountains."

"She promised to bring new schoolbags for the children."

Mo Jinnian answered without looking up, but his eyes softened instantly when he mentioned his wife.

The office door was pushed open as soon as he finished speaking.

Having fulfilled her wish, Zi Xi walked in carrying her sleeping baby, her hair still glistening with the morning dew from the mountains.

"Have the meeting minutes been prepared?"

She asked softly, afraid of waking the child in her arms.

"Everything's ready, my dear wife."

Mo Jinnian immediately stood up, skillfully took the baby, and kissed her forehead.

The baby in my arms smacked its lips and continued to sleep peacefully.

This scene was secretly captured by a reporter who came to interview them.

The next day, #stay-at-home dad# became a trending topic again, with Mo Jinnian's professional way of holding the child in the photo being surprisingly good.

"When did Teacher Mo learn to hold a baby?"

During the interview, the reporter asked curiously.

"I started learning from the day I found out she was pregnant."

"I also obtained a postpartum caregiver certificate."

Mo Jinnian smiled as he showed off the parenting videos stored on his phone.

The foundation's staff are already used to this kind of public display of affection.

They remembered that when Zixi was pregnant, Mo Jinnian turned down all his work and prepared a variety of nutritious meals for her every day.

I remember the day my baby was born, this award-winning actor, who is always so poised and confident in front of the camera, cried like a child outside the delivery room.