Ever since being officially recognized by the Fu Family, Shen Lingyi had thrown herself into buying outfits for Jiang Shunnian and Nono. Anything she deemed suitable for the father-son duo, she bought in bulk and hauled home.
Fortunately, the house was spacious enough, with walk-in closets dedicated to Jiang Shunnian and Nono respectively—otherwise, there wouldn’t have been room for it all.
Today, for his trip to work, Nono wore a white linen shirt paired with black trousers, his hair neatly combed. This somewhat formal getup lent the three-year-old a touch of domineering CEO vibe.
It made his life assistant want to blurt out “Nono the Great King” the moment he laid eyes on him.
The Fu Group headquarters stood in the heart of S City’s business district. Years ago, the Fu Family had the foresight to snap up land during the real estate boom, building office towers for rent that amassed a fortune. Once the funds were substantial, Fu Shizhang led the Fu Corporation’s transformation, and under Fu Yanli’s helm, it expanded even faster, now ranking among S City’s top five enterprises.
These days, the Fu Family still raked in massive rental income annually. Devoted to their partners, they didn’t have a gaggle of kids or any wastrels, so the family trust overflowed with money they’d never spend.
Take Nono, for example: he received two million in monthly living expenses from the trust, doubling upon adulthood—not counting dividend shares.
Of course, Nono had no real grasp of this yet.
Jiang Shunnian had raised him well; he respected money but didn’t obsess over it. After reuniting with Fu Yanli, he’d even started studying finance-related knowledge.
On the way to the company, Nono quizzed Fu Yanli on the Fu Family’s core businesses and current operations. Treating Nono as his heir, Fu Yanli answered in exhaustive detail.
This early exposure would make taking over smoother down the line.
Xiao Wang, the assistant in the front passenger seat, was inwardly tongue-tied. As expected of Nono the Great King—diving into such advanced topics at his age.
The car pulled smoothly into the underground parking garage, and Fu Yanli carried Nono to the executive elevator reserved for the president.
Fu Yanli’s office was on the thirty-sixth floor, a massive space with the President’s Office just outside. His executive assistants each had private workstations and lounges, plus meeting rooms and reception areas.
The Fu Group’s attendance policy was flexible: officially nine-to-five, but late arrivals just made up the time at day’s end—no full-attendance bonus penalty.
Jiang Shunnian had an early flight at eight a.m., heading to the airport before dawn while Nono was still deep in slumber.
That morning, Fu Yanli had cooked breakfast for Nono himself. A quick learner, he’d mastered the steps from Jiang Shunnian’s lessons, nailing it on the first try. The flavor wasn’t perfect yet, but Nono polished it off appreciatively.
Thus, they arrived at the company a bit later than usual.
The executive assistants were already at their posts. Hearing the elevator ding, they glanced up instinctively—only to see their usually dignified, elite-looking president cradling a cute toddler in his arms. And that toddler? The internet sensation Nono!
The assistants exploded in excitement. What was going on? How could President Fu be with Nono?!
“Wait, is it my imagination? Doesn’t Nono look just like President Fu?”
“I noticed during the livestream—those golden flecks in Nono’s eyes reminded me of Fu.”
“Xiao Wang’s here too—grab him!”
The assistants swarmed out, cornering Xiao Wang who’d lagged behind, and dragged him into the President’s Office for interrogation.
Xiao Wang threw up his hands in surrender. “I confess everything: Nono is President Fu’s son—and our future boss.”
“Real or fake?!” The assistants were floored by the bombshell. Their future boss was Nono?
Could anything be more perfect?
“No wonder Nono’s so exceptional—he inherited President Fu’s stellar genes. But isn’t he Jiang Shunnian’s kid? So President Fu and Jiang Shunnian are a couple? Oh my god, they’re perfect together!”
Xiao Wang shrugged. “Not sure on the details. But President Fu can do anything—fathering a child? Piece of cake.”
“Makes sense. So that sudden giveaway event last time—was it because he won over his husband?”
“They’re so loving!”
The assistants didn’t care about Nono’s origins; they were thrilled about Fu Yanli and Jiang Shunnian dating, and when Nono might take the reins at Fu Group.
“I’m only twenty-seven—by my forties, I can serve Nono the Great King!”
“I’m over thirty, but fifty or sixty is prime time to hustle. My son could work for President Nuo too.”
“If my friends find out our future president is Nono, they’ll be green with envy.”
Fu Yanli could guess at their speculations and chatter, but the President’s Office staff were all handpicked and groomed by him—three even Fu-sponsored orphans. Top-notch in skill and character, utterly trustworthy.
“Nono, Grandpa’s about to hear reports. Want to stay with me, or go with Uncle Xiao Wang to meet the other uncles and aunts?”
Nono pondered. “I’ll go with Uncle Xiao Wang. I brought snacks for them.”
The emotionally intelligent Nono, upon learning he’d tag along to the company, had asked Assistant Xiao Wang to stock up on a huge bag of treats, brought along that morning.
“Good.”
Fu Yanli dialed the intercom, summoning Xiao Wang to take Nono to the President’s Office for a bit—and don’t forget the big bag of snacks on the sofa.
When Xiao Wang arrived with Nono, the assistants boiled over again. The bolder ones even wanted to bow to Nono the Great King.
This was the crown prince—their future superior!
Up close, Nono’s features were flawlessly perfect: porcelain-smooth skin, exquisite facial structure. Utterly captivating.
President Fu’s a total life winner—handsome, capable, and now an even more outstanding son.
“Hello, uncles and aunts. I’m Nono. Sorry to interrupt.” Nono bowed politely. “I brought some snacks—low-cal, low-fat. Hope you like them.”
His soft, milky baby voice was irresistibly adorable, melting the assistants’ hearts. And he’d brought them snacks!
They all wanted to shout their eternal loyalty to Nono the Great King!
“Nono, could you sign for Auntie? I’m a fan from Baby Travel Plan.”
Nono nodded. “Sure!”
Back at Fu Manor, he’d practiced brush calligraphy with Grandpa for days and could already write his name.
So he took the pen and carefully inscribed “Nono” in the notebook.
The strokes were round and childish yet carried a hint of elegance.
The assistant receiving it nearly fainted from excitement—this was President Nuo’s autograph, a family heirloom!
The others whipped out fresh notebooks, begging for signatures.
Nono was patient, obliging each one.
The scene turned into a full fan meet-and-greet.
By nine o’clock, work called, and despite wanting to play more with Nono, the assistants buckled down. Nono had brought study materials too; Uncle Xiao Wang found him a spot, and he got to work.
Soon, the President’s Office quieted—though eyes kept drifting to Nono.
His upright posture and studious focus made the world feel a little brighter.
After landing, Jiang Shunnian called Nono. Nono hopped off his chair and stepped outside the office to answer. “Daddy!”
“Nono, you’re at Grandpa’s company? How is it?”
“Grandpa’s working, so I’m studying with the uncles and aunts in the President’s Office.” Nono reported honestly. “They’re all super nice—my fans. They even asked for autographs.”
Jiang Shunnian’s eyes crinkled with smiles, his voice tender. “Nono’s amazing. Daddy might not make it back tonight. If not, listen to Grandpa and sleep with him, okay?”
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I got it.” Nono reminded him in turn. “Take care of yourself too.”
“Thanks, baby.”
After hanging up, as Nono returned to the President’s Office, the elevator dinged. Out stepped a man in his thirties, plain-looking with gold-rimmed glasses, clutching a stack of files—clearly there to report to Fu Yanli.
He blinked in surprise at Nono. Whose kid is playing here?
But he held his tongue, frowning slightly as he entered.
For some reason, Nono felt an odd vibe from this uncle—uncomfortable, off-putting.
Once Zhao Chengzhi finished his report, Fu Yanli wrapped up his immediate tasks and came to fetch Nono, settling him in his own office.
Nono had come to study, but his mind kept replaying that man, leaving him distracted.
Noticing, Fu Yanli approached. “Tired, Nono? Want to rest in the lounge, watch some cartoons?”
Nono shook his head, opting for honesty with Grandpa. “Grandpa, that uncle who just reported… he gave me a bad feeling. I don’t know if I’m wrong—if I am, I’ll apologize to him.”
Fu Yanli’s brows furrowed faintly, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes.
Four years on, Fu Group was firmly under his control—but he wouldn’t claim every subordinate was pure-hearted.
Especially now, with his war on the Qin Family brewing silently beneath the surface.
He’d long analyzed their likely attacks: cutthroat competition, price wars, tax evasion reports, intel theft.
That Zhao Chengzhi was from the patent tech department.
Fu Group’s R&D was world-class, holding numerous patents. One key tech was nearing completion—a breakthrough that could revolutionize society.
If stolen, preemptively patented, and spun into scandals, it could tarnish Fu Group’s reputation.
But nipped in the bud by Nono’s intuition.
It gave Fu Yanli ample room to maneuver.
“You did great, Nono.” Fu Yanli scooped him onto his lap, kissing his forehead. “Fu Group will be yours one day. Every move affects tens of thousands of lives, so question anything off. You’re still young—share your instincts with me, and I’ll analyze and decide. Got it?”
He adored this openness in Jiang Shunnian and Nono. Without Jiang Shunnian’s example, Nono might not have spoken up.
Nono nodded. “Got it, Grandpa.”
“I’ll investigate and handle it. Once settled, I’ll tell you. In the meantime, don’t breathe a word to anyone, okay?”
“Okay. I can do that.” Nono’s expression turned grave and determined.
That noon, Fu Yanli had lunch delivered instead of hitting the company cafeteria. The food was delicious, with cute desserts—Nono ate happily.
Jiang Shunnian’s audition was at eleven a.m. By the time he arrived, the waiting area buzzed with over a dozen competing actors—all young and handsome, some even in female makeup.
A few recognized the high-profile, delicately handsome Jiang Shunnian and eyed him warily—a strong contender.
But Jiang Shunnian remained unfazed. If he landed the role, he’d pour his heart into it; if not, onto the next.
The character, Su Yuqing, was an orphan saved by the female lead, whom he idolized as a goddess. When she later saved the male lead, it irked him. Early on, he harbored hostility toward the male lead. Later, realizing her feelings, he buried it—but alone, he’d show melancholy. Ultimately, to save her, he donned her clothes, sought the male lead at night, confessed his wish to die in her stead, and faced death calmly.
A lovable archetype: if played right, an “unresolved regret” in viewers’ hearts—a tragic angel.
With an original script, Jiang Shunnian only had the bio’s hints to go on, unsure of his scene or delivery.
After half an hour, it was his turn.
Jiang Shunnian took a deep breath and knocked.
The room held five or six people—the director, screenwriter, producer, and crew. A staff member handed Jiang Shunnian a stack of slips, gesturing for him to draw one.
He did as instructed and pulled out the scene where Su Yuqing visited the male lead late at night.
Several lines of dialogue were written on it. The director gave Jiang Shunnian five minutes to memorize them quickly before the audition began.
Jiang Shunnian immediately started committing them to memory.
Just as he’d anticipated, Su Yuqing first mimicked the female lead’s demeanor on purpose, tricking the returning male lead into mistaking him for her. With utter conviction, Su Yuqing declared that the male lead couldn’t even recognize his own sister, so his love clearly wasn’t real.
Only then did he abruptly change tack, revealing his plan. Amid the male lead’s protests, he said, “Only if Sis ‘dies’ will they lower their guard. I hate you, but Sis likes you. I want to make you two happy. But remember—if you ever betray her in the future, I’ll turn into a vengeful ghost and kill you.”
Jiang Shunnian memorized the lines in three minutes and spent the remaining two brainstorming his performance. At the cue, he closed his eyes briefly and slipped into character.
Lin Yusong had taken one look at Jiang Shunnian and known he was perfect. He had a delicate frame and refined features that wouldn’t clash with women’s clothing at all. His bright, clear eyes suited Su Yuqing’s playfully mischievous personality.
Jiang Shunnian’s performance exceeded even those high hopes. His standout moment came during the tearful threat to the male lead, where the affection in his eyes flickered like living flames—raw, sincere, and utterly captivating.
Not bad for someone trained in a professional acting academy. Lin Yusong conferred briefly with the screenwriter and producer before awarding Jiang Shunnian the highest score so far.
“We’ll have the audition results tonight, so don’t go far. If you pass, come back tomorrow for a costume fitting. If it works, we’ll shoot your look test photos right away.”
Jiang Shunnian wiped away his tears and nodded. “Got it, Director.”
Zhao Yuanzhou and Li Hehe rushed over to ask how it went as soon as they saw him. Jiang Shunnian stayed quiet until they were back in the car. “I think it went well, but we’ll have to wait for the notice. There might be someone even better.”
By evening, though, Zhao Yuanzhou got the call: Jiang Shunnian had passed. He needed to return at 8 a.m. tomorrow for the fitting.
Jiang Shunnian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
After dinner, he returned to the hotel, took a shower, and called Nono. The boy picked up right away. “Daddy, did you get the audition results?”
“I did. Daddy got the role.” Jiang Shunnian shared the news with uncontainable joy.
Nono let out a delighted “Wow!” “Daddy’s amazing!”
Jiang Shunnian’s smile grew even brighter. “Has Nono eaten? Are you with Big Daddy? Can we video call?”
“Big Daddy’s working out. Let me ask.”
Jiang Shunnian heard Nono’s adorable footsteps, then a knock at the door. Before the boy could even speak, a deep, ragged breath from exertion carried clearly through the line.
Magnetic and low, irresistibly seductive.
Jiang Shunnian’s body went rigid against the phone.
After hearing Nono’s request, Fu Yanli replied, “Of course.”
He told Nono to hang up, and seconds later, a video call came through from Fu Yanli.
Whether by design or not, the moment it connected, the screen filled with Fu Yanli’s sexy Adam’s apple and the firm, bulging swell of his pecs…
Probably on purpose since mr. Fu is pursuing his husband lol