After leaving Inner Mongolia, Huo Qinchao and his daughter flew to a private farm in Atlantis.

The farm has everything from planting and herding sheep to horseback riding. As soon as Chaochao entered the farm, he fell into the rice jar like a little mouse... No, Huo Qin, as the father, calmly crossed out the metaphor of a little mouse and watched Chaochao, wearing a mask, chasing after the alpaca's butt with his little hand raised high.

"Dumb, dumb! Wait for me, I'll give you a carrot—"

Huo Qin consciously moved away to avoid getting spittle on him.

Huo Qin originally planned to stay at the farm for only about a day, but after hearing the news, Old Master Huo flew all the way to the farm, and the one-day trip was extended to two days by a certain unconvinced old man.

In just the last two days, Chaochao has single-handedly taken over the entire farm. The gentle animals like to rub against her, and the troublemakers avoid her when they see Tuanzi.

Under the giant domed parasol, Grandpa Huo leaned back in his rocking chair, smiling as he watched the little boy run and play. Secretary Xu Sheng, who had accompanied Grandpa Huo on this trip abroad, had also watched the live broadcast. Looking at the child thriving on the farm, practically dominating it, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly—

Miss Chaochao, you and Ben Yangyang were getting along so well just two days ago, do you remember?

The little dumpling, who was playing among the sheep, suddenly felt a pang of conscience. She stopped, touched her chest, and pondered for three seconds.

Then I walked quickly toward the villa.

She knew it; it must be afternoon tea time, and Peach Pudding couldn't wait to come and urge her!

...

Although Chaochao hasn't flown back to City B in the past two days, specialties from the Inner Mongolian grasslands have been sent back to various parts of City B first.

Of course, whenever she has free time, a call with each of her brothers is essential.

Pei Yushen gently stroked the snacks that the little frog had sent home while traveling, all the while watching the little frog's constant chatter during the video call.

In the video, Chaochao is learning to plant cabbage with a foreign aunt who takes care of the farm. Her cheeks are covered in soil, and her little hands are constantly digging and picking. "Right? Right? I told you... no, it was Little Star who said there's a way, and there's always a way. We Stars never break our promises!"

She scooped up the fertile soil with her hands, happily telling herself, "Brother Yushen, I'll plant it for you first, so you can eat bok choy when you come!"

The tripod supporting the phone probably got bumped by Chaochao's raised elbow, causing the camera to shake and fall sideways onto Chaochao's head.

Pei Yushen's heart trembled slightly, but when he saw that Chaochao had immediately set up the tripod and hadn't been hit, his tense chest silently deflated.

But the camera, now positioned a little closer to the little girl, caught Pei Yu's deep, dark eyes as they stared at the mud stains on her soft, white baby fat, momentarily lost in thought.

When he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that it was just a video, and his fingers hurriedly dropped down, disappearing into a corner that the camera couldn't capture, "Have someone wipe your face."

The little dumpling kept muttering "hmm" twice, not even looking up, continuing to chatter on and on. It was unclear whether she was listening. "After planting this, plant the cabbage, after planting the cabbage, plant the potatoes, after planting the potatoes..."

Most of the time, it was Chaochao who was talking, while Pei Yushen quietly watched her, just like he usually did when he looked out the window during the day. The difference was that he would occasionally remind her of the next planting step.

The aunt who was farming taught Chaochao the key points two or three times, but the little dumpling still didn't understand. However, Pei Yushen, the prince's study companion, had already memorized them.

The system observed the handsome young man in the video for a while.

Her lips had regained some color, and her complexion looked a bit better. Of course, this could also be due to the automatic beauty filter in the video, but it seems that her mental state has indeed stabilized a lot recently.

It's all thanks to our little one.

The proud system unceremoniously claimed all the credit for Chaochao—Next, welcome to this episode of the healing program "Rebirth into a Wealthy Family: My Daily Farming Life" Chaochao's solo live stream, viewership: 1.

Let's congratulate Pei Xiaoshen on becoming a Diamond Beloved Fan! Applause!

The system amused itself and burst out laughing: "Hahahaha..."

The laughter is so loud it's like Dolby surround sound.

Chaochao, who was huffing and puffing while digging, suddenly looked worried. Had Xiaoqi been upset by something?

While the little dumpling was ruling the Atlank Farm, in downtown B.

Jiang Chi, who had just finished recording a music program, left the stage with his peach blossom eyes slightly lowered in weariness. He had lost some of his usual coldness, giving people the illusion that he was approachable. This made the heart of the guest who was with him skip a beat.

Jiang Chi, who was forced to go offline because of "something," saw his father posting pictures of his child on his WeChat Moments repeatedly. He decided to avoid seeing it and asked Brother Hong to give him two temporary gigs.

A strikingly handsome young man walked into the lounge, and the slowly closing door shut out the prying eyes of the crowd.

Jiang Chi casually refreshed his WeChat Moments during a spare moment from his busy schedule.

The old man said, "The tea tastes good today."

Jiang Chi raised an eyebrow slightly. He had actually come across a post that didn't mention Chaochao.

Then click on the first image in the six-grid layout below the text.

In the shade of the parasol, behind the teacup of red tea on the table, Chaochao was chasing a sheepdog across the grass.

Jiang Chi: "..."

I was careless.

After finishing his conversation with another artist's agent, Brother Hong pushed open the door and entered. Two seconds later, he quietly stepped back out, glanced at the name on the doorplate, and then turned his shocked gaze to the person leaning against the sofa inside.

What did he see?! What did he see?!

What is real? What is fake?

Jiang Chi, who was holding a needle in his hand, raised his eyes expressionlessly.

"close the door."

Stunned by the visual impact, Hong Ge closed the door in a daze, his lips trembling: "You...you got a new script?"

Can anyone tell him why the man who was so domineering and arrogant on stage just now suddenly picked up an embroidery needle and started acting like a virtuous father after stepping off the stage?

Is it a decline in morality or a distortion of human nature?

The problem is, he didn't give the artists those kinds of scripts either!

Jiang Chi glanced at him dismissively with a "you're making a fuss" look, his fingertips continuing their piercing motion with the fine needle, his gaze filled with a hint of sympathy: "You don't understand."

Hong Ge: ...Thank you for not understanding.