Jiang Shunnian followed Fu Yanli’s gaze and immediately spotted the outstanding little boy, whose features and demeanor stood out remarkably.
Though young, his facial features were already refined and handsome. He wore the school uniform like a model, exuding a calm and steady aura that marked him as a future school heartthrob and academic prodigy.
Beside him was likely his father—around 175 cm tall, on the slimmer side, wearing black-rimmed glasses. His slightly long, tousled natural curls obscured much of his face. Dressed in a plaid shirt and faded blue jeans, he sported the standard programmer getup and looked utterly ordinary. But Jiang Shunnian’s instincts told him the man was definitely a hidden beauty.
“Is that guy an employee at Fu Corporation too?” Jiang Shunnian asked Fu Yanli.
Fu Yanli’s memory was impeccable. In an instant, he pulled up the man’s details from his mental database.
“He joined the Fu Corporation Research Department six months ago. Name’s Lu Qinghe, PhD from University A. Extremely introverted,” Fu Yanli rattled off precisely. “Twenty-eight this year, and if I recall correctly, he listed himself as single.”
Jiang Shunnian murmured softly, “Feels like protagonist setup.”
Ever since learning this world was a novel, Jiang Shunnian had devoured plenty of online transmigration, book-traversing, and rebirth stories in his spare time. He’d summed up one rule: anyone with a nice name and good looks usually came with a backstory.
This Lu Qinghe and his kid screamed “not ordinary” at first glance.
Fu Yanli got the hint. “As long as he stays away from Nono, it’s fine.”
Jiang Shunnian chuckled.
He actually thought both Atticus and this boy were great catches. Atticus had impeccable upbringing, top-tier family background, and oil painting skills to boot. This little boy had “extraordinary” written all over his face and seemed to have solid character too.
If Nono had to date a boy someday, these two would be prime picks.
But who could predict the future? Maybe Nono would just end up as good friends with them, each finding their own love later on.
No need to stress so far in advance.
In Jiang Shunnian’s view, Fu Yanli’s anxiety stemmed from his control freak tendencies and OCD—he had to map out every detail and stick to the plan.
But emotions couldn’t be predicted or scheduled like that.
Lu Qinghe had also noticed Fu Yanli dropping off his child, but his social anxiety made him hesitate on whether to greet the boss.
The other colleagues had all said hi, though. Skipping it would make him look out of place.
His son, Lu Yunchuan, seemed to pick up on it and looked up at him. “Dad, let’s go say hi to Mr. Fu too.”
“Ah, that might not be great. I-I’m not good at talking,” Lu Qinghe said. The thought of greeting the boss made him squirm uncomfortably.
But Lu Yunchuan insisted, “Just one sentence is fine. Be brave, Dad. Say, ‘Good morning, Mr. Fu. Here to drop off your kid for school?’ I’ll handle the rest.”
“Alright then.” Lu Qinghe mentally rehearsed it several times before quickening his pace to approach Fu Yanli.
But nerves hit the second he opened his mouth: “Mr. Fu, good m-morning. Dropping off your kid for school?”
Jiang Shunnian: “…” Pfft.
Nono’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared at Lu Qinghe. This uncle’s dropping off Big Dad for school? He’s so cute.
Lu Qinghe’s face flushed white then red, leaving him speechless. That’s when the more composed and reliable Lu Yunchuan stepped in to save the day. “Sorry, Mr. Fu, Dad’s just a bit nervous. I’m Lu Yunchuan, four years old. Thank you for founding Fu School—it gives me a place to learn so Dad can focus on work. Hello, Uncle Jiang. You look even better in person than on TV. I hope your acting career keeps soaring. Nono, your English is amazing. I’ve self-taught some, but I’m lacking in a lot of areas. If you’re free, could we chat sometime?”
At such a young age, he’d been honed by his socially anxious dad into a kid who covered all the bases, charming everyone present.
Jiang Shunnian smiled. “Hi there. Thanks for the well-wishes. Nono’s still little—if you two hit it off, I’d love for you to be good friends.”
“Got it, Uncle Jiang. You can count on me.”
Fu Yanli thought, Smooth-talking little operator.
But he couldn’t give the kid a cold shoulder, so he gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
After this little interlude, Jiang Shunnian successfully dropped off the three kids—no, two little ones—at Little Sprout Class. This class was for kids who passed parent applications and school exams, reserved for those advancing faster.
It was small and elite, with only ten children.
But plenty of teachers.
Jiang Shunnian added the teacher on WeChat, joined the class group, changed his name to “Jiang Yunnuo’s Dad,” and pinned it.
Fu Yanli updated his to “Nono the Great King’s Big Dad.”
They also logged into the school-developed app for real-time monitoring of the kids’ activities. Fu Corporation had built it to let parents check on their children anytime, with tons of thoughtful features.
It proved so useful they sold it to other schools later, raking in a fortune—a classic case of unintentional success.
Since Little Sprout Class kids were all bright and independent, while cries of parents leaving echoed from next door’s Little Strawberry Class, these children had already found their seats and sat quietly waiting for class.
Seeing Nono sitting so primly, Jiang Shunnian couldn’t resist snapping a photo.
When it came time to actually leave, he felt the reluctance.
Thank goodness he’d experienced sending Nono to school in his previous life; he wouldn’t break down over it.
“Dad, Big Dad, see you tonight!” Nono blew them kisses.
Jiang Shunnian blew one back. “Knock ’em dead, Nono.”
“Don’t worry about me, Dad. I’ll take good care of myself.”
Lu Yunchuan fussed over Lu Qinghe too: “Dad, have a good day at work. If you hit tricky social stuff, remember to tell me.”
Lu Qinghe and Nono both nodded. “Got it.”
Jiang Shunnian couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
He’d pegged the kid as a cool prodigy, but nope—a little worrywart dad.
He struck up a chat with Lu Qinghe. “Mr. Lu, want to check out the cafeteria and nap dorms together?”
Lu Qinghe hadn’t expected Jiang Shunnian to talk to him. He tensed up before nodding. “Sure, thanks.”
Fu Yanli trailed silently behind.
The cafeteria was a two-story standalone building: ground floor for kindergarten and elementary low-graders, upper for higher years. With nutritionists on staff crafting varied, tasty, affordable meals daily, it was dream-school material.
Dorms were top-notch too—cots with guardrails, linens washed, aired, and swapped regularly.
Parents knew they were riding on Nono’s coattails but felt honored. Their kids would thrive right through junior high with elite resources.
They all thanked Fu Yanli profusely.
Lu Qinghe mumbled a “thanks” along with them to Jiang Shunnian.
Noticing the long lashes and dewy eyes behind Lu Qinghe’s glasses, Jiang Shunnian smiled. “No need to thank me.”
Leaving school, Jiang Shunnian wasn’t rushing back to set. He planned a stop at Huazhen to talk collabs with Zhao Yuanzhou.
Baby Travel Plan had aired episode four, where he’d been absent. Netizens flipped—demanding compensation for missing him and Nono the Great King.
Even bloopers and Nono’s study clips couldn’t quell the hype.
[Please, no Nono and I’ll be too sad to work. If my boss yells, blame the show!]
[Genius. My excuse for skipping class: Nono’s absent, can’t focus!]
The production team, inspired by the last live stream, pivoted to a guest-fan interactive live chat.
Jiang Shunnian had no issue—with Nono, he’d win effortlessly.
Plus, his popularity was booming. Beyond Nono ad collabs, a foreign daily-chemicals brand wanted him for foundation and new lipstick.
Zhao Yuanzhou deemed it solid and urged him to take it.
Busy day ahead.
“Yanli, I’ve gotta hit Huazhen for some work,” Jiang Shunnian said.
Fu Yanli grunted an “Mm.” “I’ll drive you.”
Jiang Shunnian didn’t refuse—they’d driven today anyway.
Past rush hour, they arrived smoothly at Huazhen. En route, Jiang Shunnian checked the school app on Nono—Atticus to his left, Lu Yunchuan to his right. He wanted to share with Fu Yanli, see him squirm, but Fu Yanli grabbed his wrist and shut off the phone.
“Shunnian, it’s been too long since we’ve been close.”
Those amber-gold eyes burned with thick desire, like a dense net enveloping Jiang Shunnian.
Jiang Shunnian’s heart jolted, eyes dropping as heat flushed through him. His fingers curled instinctively, but he didn’t resist.
Fu Yanli’s kissing skills had leveled up—he always lost himself in them.
This time was no different. Jiang Shunnian melted into the seat, a tear clinging to his eye’s corner, kissed away.
But he remembered the agent meeting and whispered in a break, “Not too hard—I gotta see someone soon.”
“Mm, I know my limits.” Fu Yanli pinned him down, fingers itching to slip under clothes. He craved all of Jiang Shunnian.
Jiang Shunnian stopped him, breathing ragged. “No—not here.”
Without the tinted windows, he wouldn’t have indulged this madness.
Fu Yanli exhaled restrainedly and halted.
The thoroughly kissed young man’s eyes were hazy and alluring, impossible to leave.
Pity it wasn’t time to indulge fully.
Jiang Shunnian straightened his clothes, schooled his expression, then got out.
Fu Yanli watched him enter Huazhen before driving back to Fu Corporation.
A few more days, and the first counterstrike could launch.
Success might earn a reward from Jiang Shunnian—something deeper next time.
Zhao Yuanzhou blinked at Jiang Shunnian’s arrival. How had his looks amped up after just days?
He’d always shone, but with a green edge—like a dad who was still a bit boyish. Today? Pure captivating allure you couldn’t look away from.
So, Jiang Shunnian’s hooked up with Fu Yanli?
