At first, it was naturally because of Nono’s appearance. He was even more delicately handsome than the other kids, easily becoming the center of attention, like a living doll.
When Shen Boheng saw Nono meticulously checking his dad’s luggage, adjusting anything out of place, he couldn’t help but recall that young Fu Yanli had seemed to have a bit of OCD too.
His room had to be perfectly tidy, and he made daily plans for himself, completing them on schedule. But Young Master Fu’s expressions were always rather stoic—no Nono-level expressiveness, and he never acted cute with elders. He’d been a cool kid from the start.
Jiang Shunnian raised Nono really well, Shen Boheng thought with a sigh of admiration.
The other kids were high in cuteness value too, lively and adorable in the trailer, very likable.
After finishing it, Shen Boheng was still wanting more, so he rewound and watched it again.
His gaze was still drawn to Nono.
Suddenly, it occurred to him: if Fu Yanli had a child, it would probably be just like this.
Shen Boheng chuckled to himself. Why am I even thinking that? Nono already has a dad.
After two viewings, Shen Boheng closed the video and got back to work, though he was already looking forward to the first episode airing.
The three-month deadline he’d agreed on with his mother, Shen Lingyi, was drawing near. During this time, Fu Yanli had gone to all lengths to obtain some damaged video files from a former Club employee, which now needed restoration.
Fu Yanli had directly hired a top hacker, who said it would take about three days to fix.
This surveillance footage was from the corner of his floor at the Club. If that boy had passed through here, he would definitely have been caught on camera.
Shen Lingyi called Fu Yanli, asking about his progress. “Yanli, any leads lately?”
“I’ve got some surveillance footage. It’s being restored,” Fu Yanli replied, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping the desk—a rare sign of his anxiety.
That boy had kept him searching for four years; only his OCD could sustain that kind of patience.
Shen Lingyi said, “Good. But if the footage doesn’t show anything, come back once the deadline hits and meet someone new. Or maybe that boy is already married or has a partner—you can’t disrupt his life, got it?”
If not for her time limit, with Fu Yanli’s personality, he’d probably search forever.
“I know.”
Three days later, Fu Yanli received the restored surveillance video.
The Club hallway lights were dim, and the distance was far. At 12:45 a.m., a boy in disheveled clothes did indeed run out from his room, but it was just a blurry, distorted side profile. He was facing away from the camera as he left, so only his vague silhouette was discernible—his face impossible to make out.
They said they’d done their best; no clearer version possible.
Fu Yanli stared at the boy in the footage, watching him limp away, his emotions surging.
He’d been set up, and his actions could be called rough. When he woke the next day, he’d found bloodstains on the sheets. That boy must have been in a lot of pain.
It was all his fault.
Fu Yanli took the footage to a retired sketch artist, who—based on the blurry video—provided a rough profile: age approximately 20-24, height about 176-178 cm, weight no more than 132 pounds.
He even produced a sketch: the boy in it had clear, bright eyes, a refined nose bridge, and beautiful lips—very close to Fu Yanli’s imaginings.
But there was a nagging sense of familiarity. Fu Yanli stared at the sketch for a long time but couldn’t place it.
He scanned the sketch and sent it to his assistant, wiring a hefty sum from his personal account. “Find people who match this as closely as possible.”
The assistant was floored. The boss was generous—straight-up seven figures!
But the sketch had inaccuracies, making exact matches tough amid billions of people. The assistant hired a reliable online team for a broad net search.
A week after the trailer, the first episode of Baby Travel Plan Season 2 officially aired.
Shen Boheng finished planning tomorrow’s schedule early, then returned to his own two-story villa and turned on the living room TV to watch.
As the Fu Family butler, Shen Boheng lived alone in this generously appointed little building.
After a long string of ads, the main show began.
The production team’s editing was top-tier, with cute on-screen narration that brought smiles.
The crew gave the destination task to the kids first, letting them guess. The other dads had to read the clues aloud, and it took a couple wrong guesses before they got it right. But when it came to Jiang Shunnian, the vibe shifted.
First, a delicious breakfast, captioned “Super yummy!”—personally made by Jiang Shunnian.
As that shot ended, cute little Nono furrowed his brows, thought for a second, and nailed the destination.
He didn’t even need Jiang Shunnian to read the task card.
Can a kid this young already read?
Shen Boheng had already sensed Nono was smart, but this exceeded his expectations, filling him with delight and making him like the child even more.
Seeing Nono sleeping peacefully in his booster seat melted Shen Boheng’s heart.
If only Young Master had a kid like this.
The moment the episode aired, it trended instantly. Nono fans had been camped by their TVs, while younger viewers—who skipped TV—bought memberships on the station’s video platform to rewind and rewatch.
The barrage of comments was dense, all praising how sensible and cute the kids were.
When Nono appeared, it synced up: 【All hail Nono the Great King!】
No one knew which genius netizen coined it, but there were even explanations: Nono’s IQ and looks were top-tier, with total kingly vibes.
Scattered in: 【Riding the father-son looks, wishing to be born this hot next life!】
【Village Chief, as a normal person, I command you—give the Rubik’s Cube back to Nono!】
【That mini Rubik’s Cube is so cute! Wanna see Nono solve it!】
The other kids had tons of fans too, especially outgoing Youyou. When she announced she’d marry Nono—and that her dad got by on looks—the barrage exploded with 【Hahaha】.
Shen Boheng chuckled too, remembering how little Fu Yanli was once liked by a visiting girl. He quizzed her on Olympiad math; she couldn’t answer, so he bluntly rejected her: “I don’t like dummies.”
She ran off crying, nearly straining the families’ ties.
Why does watching Nono keep reminding me of Young Master as a kid? Shen Boheng wondered.
Jiang Shunnian had just wrapped the third episode’s filming and was now cuddling Nono on the sofa, watching comfortably.
Nono saw himself on TV and found it magical, pointing. “Daddy, I’m on TV, and on the sofa too.”
Jiang Shunnian got it, smiling. “Yeah, doesn’t it feel weird at first seeing yourself? Daddy felt the same watching my own dramas. You’ll get used to it.”
Nono nodded and accepted it in no time.
Jiang Shunnian had a video platform membership too, anxious about bad comments on Nono.
He’d even asked his agent to delete any malicious ones.
Luckily, fans of the show were mostly soft-hearted. Halfway through, not a single bad comment—all immersed in Nono’s looks and smarts.
Jiang Shunnian even spotted: 【Can’t imagine how happy Nono’s future boyfriend will be—face-con + sapiosexual dreamboat!】
He agreed. His Nono would make a great partner for a normal romance.
Just wondered if Nono’s constitution suited dating a girl.
That was far off; wait till he grew up.
Thanks to the show’s filters, the golden fleck in Nono’s pupils was edited out—except near the end, in one shot, a clear golden shimmer flashed in his eyes.
Ordinary viewers might think it was light reflection, just “eyes sparkling so beautifully.” But Shen Boheng sat bolt upright, face full of shock.
Because Fu Yanli had eyes like that!
Such eyes were rare—Fu Family heirloom. Even Fu Yanli’s father, Fu Shizhang, had them.
But how?
As the end credits rolled, Shen Boheng bought a membership, replaying the shot. He confirmed: this kid Jiang Yunnuo’s eyes matched the Fu Family’s.
And after so many replays, Shen Boheng felt Nono’s brows and eyes resembled little Fu Yanli’s.
Yet his lower face was a dead ringer for Jiang Shunnian—undeniable father-son vibes.
They dared go on TV, so the relation was legit.
Just a coincidence?
Shen Boheng’s heart pounded with shock. He itched to grill Jiang Shunnian right then.
At almost the same moment, Fu Yanli’s assistant got photos from the online team, with analysis: this man matched the sketch and profile at 95%.
The assistant’s eyes widened.
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