"Let's go to the amusement park today."

Chaochao's heart, which had just calmed down, immediately started pounding wildly. She blinked blankly and asked, "Go...go to the amusement park? The kind that Sister Lingling went to yesterday?"

The person on the other end said softly, "Mm."

Her almond-shaped eyes brightened slightly: "With Daddy?"

Huo Qin: "Hmm."

Her eyes brightened, and her childlike voice rang out joyfully:

"--today?"

Huo Qin lowered his eyes and helped her put on her socks, still patiently humming in agreement.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The chubby little bird, who was enjoying a healthy meal in the yard, suddenly choked on a grain of rice.

In the elegant yet minimalist bedroom, the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly lunged forward, falling straight into Huo Qin's arms. Her tiny hands clung to his neck like a koala's, and the strands of hair Huo Qin had just smoothed bounced excitedly up. "I want to go out and play with Daddy too!! Let's go to a fun amusement park—"

The excited little girl suddenly paused, lifting her head from the crook of Huo Qin's pale neck, a cautious, hesitant question mark on her face, "Daddy, aren't you...aren't you going on a business trip today?"

Huo Qin continued putting socks on her without looking up, saying, "Okay, let's go to the amusement park first before the business trip."

I shouldn't have said that.

But he lifted his eyelashes and smiled gently.

"We'll see each other again soon."

Hearing this answer, Chaochao's heart pounded with a mix of excitement about going to the amusement park with her father and sadness about having to part ways afterward.

Both are equally matched and there is no clear winner.

So Huo Qin saw the little dumpling, lost in thought, raise its silly smiling face, then slowly wilted back, and then chuckle again.

Huo Qin: "..."

Chaochao felt like she had already ridden the roller coaster at the amusement park before even arriving, just like Lingling's father.

She raised her small hand and touched her hairline, letting out a soft sigh, but it did nothing to diminish the slight triumph in her smile.

Huo Qin lowered his eyes and arranged the little dumpling's slippers. His thin lips moved slightly, but Chaochao, who was lost in her own thoughts, did not hear what he said.

But the system heard it.

The man with dark eyes lowered his voice, which was calm and deep, and his voice was light and fleeting.

"No need to make a wish."

"You can have whatever you want."

Chaochao didn't hear it, but the system that did instantly turned into a screaming chicken: "Aaaaaah, Mr. Huo!!! You!!! Waaaaah!"

The system, which has lost its human language function (although it was originally non-human), has temporarily gone offline due to overheating of its main brain.

The little dumpling shook her head, now fully awake, and slapped her two small hands to the sides with great bravado.

"I'm getting up right away! Getting dressed right away! Eating breakfast right away! I'm ready to leave right away—"

Huo Qin, who was standing to the side, said calmly, "Just put the clothes over there, and see which one you want to wear."

Chaochao rolled backward to the side of the clothes, her bright eyes quickly scanning the three outfits: this is a little dress, this is overalls, this is…

Seeing that the little dumpling's expression was becoming more and more focused, serious, and intriguing, in the long, silent twenty seconds, Chaochao raised her head, her bright almond-shaped eyes sparkling as if they had a special effect.

Huo Qin, staring directly into those eyes: "..."

Three minutes later.

"I'm wearing this... and Daddy... um, this?..."

Still wearing her pajamas, Chaochao lay on the edge of the bed, her hesitant but excited gaze sweeping over the clothes one by one. Every now and then, she would glance back at Huo Qin, then turn her head away again after three seconds.

Aspiring fashion designer Chao, who originally intended to provide outfit inspiration for her husband, would glance at models for ideas, only to be captivated by their exceptional beauty. Ultimately, she came to a conclusion—

Her dad looks the most handsome in anything he wears!

In that case...

Her focused gaze swept over the clothes on the bed, one by one. These coats, which were almost longer than the little dumpling, were clearly not children's sizes.

If viewers of Liang Beibei's live stream were present, they would definitely find these clothes quite familiar.

This is because when they were filming a show at the mall, Chaochao bought all kinds of men's clothing for Huo Qin at the Cman streetwear store.

Having already locked onto her target, Chaochao stood up straight, solemnly picked up a set of children's clothes, and placed them on her left.

"This one is mine—"

The adult male's clothes were too big, so Chaochao symbolically pulled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pulled it to one side. If you ignored the method, his solemn expression was as if he had completed some kind of high-level handover ceremony.

"This is Daddy's!"

Hehe, it's milky white just like hers!

When the full episode of the show aired, Cman menswear on major platforms was snapped up like never before. Ten items became bestsellers overnight, and almost all the clothes that were released, regardless of the season, sold out within just three days.

Jiang Chi became the spokesperson for Cman not long after his debut. Although the response was enthusiastic in the past, it is a niche trendy brand after all, and its sales cannot compare with the general affordable brand stores that are suitable for all ages.

But that time it did break Cman's record for the past six years.

Who is primarily to blame? Nobody can figure it out yet.

So even though Cman focuses on young menswear, they still had their chief designer work through the night to design five unisex children's outfits and deliver them to their big spenders' doorsteps in a flash.

With her hands behind her back, Chaochao looked at the two sets of clothes at the foot of the bed that at first glance looked like a matching set for the parents and children, and her heart was filled with touching joy.

She picked up the clothes and ran to Huo Qin's side, trying to stand on tiptoe so that the loose hem of the clothes wouldn't fall to the ground.

"Daddy, is this okay for you?"

The clothes spoke.

No, it was Chaochao who peeked out from behind the clothes he was hugging, staring at him hesitantly.

Although she really wanted her dad to wear it, what if he didn't like it? If he didn't like the clothes she picked out today, he wouldn't be as happy when they went out to play. If he wasn't happy, he wouldn't find the amusement park fun either, and that would make her unhappy too.

She's always been a child who can tell the difference.

There aren't many children in the world as understanding as her.

While marveling at her own performance, she never forgot to praise herself.

"..." Huo Qin lowered his eyes and stared at the small hand that forcefully broke into his arms, raising his eyebrows slightly and remaining silent.

Does he still have a choice?

The man, whose aloof demeanor could not conceal his noble air, lowered his head slightly, revealing his undeniably handsome face. His well-proportioned hands held a white hooded sweatshirt that clearly did not suit his temperament.

In the past, wearing a suit and leather shoes was like a cedar tree in the early spring chill.

Now it resembles a poplar tree under the scorching sun.

Huo Qin did not speak.