Chapter Fifteen: Secretly Enjoying a Private Feast

An unprecedented pressure weighed down on Su Wanning, so much so that she couldn’t even take her midday rest. All thanks to her so-called husband—she could predict, with her eyes closed, that the public chat was now swarming with trolls stirring up trouble.

Outside her bedroom, the director’s team had already started the livestream in secret. The chat exploded, filled with voices condemning Su Wanning.

“Taking her children to earn dirty money behind her husband’s back—Su Wanning really has no shame!”

“Do you think she’ll get divorced over this?”

“The twins are so sweet, even comforting their father over the phone! Quick, show us Suisui and Niannian!”

The director kept a close eye on the comments, and seeing these requests, switched the camera to focus on Suisui, who was crouched on the floor.

At that moment, the three-year-old was squatting quietly, head bowed, intent on something scattered before him.

“Move the camera over, let us see what little Suisui is doing!”

“Can’t wait!”

Completely indulging the chat’s wishes, the director turned the camera for a front view, causing the comments to erupt with even greater excitement.

Suisui was squatting on the ground, a half-dismantled camera laid open before him, its various components scattered everywhere. His little hands worked with remarkable focus and never paused.

“Is Suisui taking apart the camera?”

“Am I seeing this right? That camera must be expensive!”

“I’m a photography major—this kind of camera, though common, costs at least six figures.”

“Oh god, with just a flick of Suisui’s tiny hands, he’s taken apart my annual salary...”

The chat was filled with astonished and wailing reactions, everyone assuming Suisui was being naughty. Some even began to complain.

“Can’t the crew do something? How can a child be allowed to play with such expensive equipment? Where are the parents? Isn’t Su Wanning going to do anything?”

“To be honest, this child seems really poorly raised.”

Comments flooded by, and as Su Wanning stepped out of her bedroom, she immediately saw her son crouched over the camera.

“Suisui?” she called softly. The boy didn’t respond, too absorbed in his task. Instead of disturbing him, Su Wanning quietly joined him, squatting by his side.

Up close, she saw that Suisui’s movements were deft and methodical, dismantling the camera layer by layer from the outside in. She remembered reading that, in the novel, Suisui was a prodigy, gifted with a miraculous talent for disassembling and reassembling things from an early age.

“Sui Qin, that camera is very expensive. Be careful not to break it; the crew needs it for work.” The voice of Chen Rui, from behind the camera, sounded purposefully unfriendly. Jiang Wanyi glanced up, only then realizing the livestream had already begun.

She calmly dusted off her hands and stood up. “If he breaks it, I’ll compensate you. Or better yet, I’ll buy it and let him play with it.”

She paused, then added, “Actually, I’ll just buy ten.”

The chat was full of gasps.

“Did I hear that right? Is she really that rich?”

“Help, she just casually spends seven figures so her son can play with cameras. I can’t even imagine the joy of the wealthy.”

“Su Wanning spoils her child, but isn’t this too much? Indulging him like this will ruin him!”

Su Wanning finished, then flashed a bright smile, raised her hand in a victory sign to the camera. “Suisui’s hands-on skills impress even me—a grown-up! Suisui is the best! Go, Suisui!”

As she spoke, the little boy behind her had already stood up, carrying the camera over. “See? Not a scratch!” Su Wanning added theatrically, watching as the crew inspected the camera from every angle—its filming functions were perfectly intact.

“How is that possible?” Chen Rui’s face was a picture of disbelief.

Su Wanning sighed dramatically. “Ah, seems I can’t even find an excuse to spend money.”

Just then, Niannian woke up and came to Su Wanning’s side.

All four families were now live, but Su Wanning’s stream had the second-highest viewership. Feng Rui’s group was first, thanks to her changing into a revealing nightgown before her nap, which, though it showed off her figure, also drew a storm of angry comments.

Dai Mingming hadn’t napped at all; one look at Feng Rui’s outfit and she refused to share a bed with her, deciding instead to run over to Su Wanning’s house by herself.

As she entered, she saw Suisui on the floor, tinkering with something.

“Mingming, what brings you here? Where’s your mother?” Su Wanning asked, puzzled.

Mingming pouted. “She’s not my mother! She dresses so embarrassingly, like we can’t afford clothes and only have a scrap of fabric!”

“Official roast—most lethal.”

“Coming from next door, Feng Rui, your son’s missing, come get him—”

The child’s innocent remark sent Su Wanning’s viewers into peals of laughter. Soon, someone relayed Mingming’s whereabouts to Feng Rui, who promptly started a voice chat with Su Wanning.

“Miss Su, I heard my son is at your place?”

“That’s right, Mingming is here with—”

“There are no group activities this afternoon. Please return my son,” Feng Rui cut her off, her tone blunt and dismissive.

“Mingming came over on his own.”

“I can vouch for that, Mingming came here by himself!”

“+1, +1. Please, enough with the Mingmings, it’s exhausting to read.”

Some viewers began to defend Su Wanning, and she responded with an unbothered roll of her eyes.

“He came on his own. I have my own kids to look after—you’d better come fetch him yourself!”

By now, little Mingming had already run outside, where he discovered a large box filled with all his favorite snacks.

“Suisui, Niannian, there’s so much yummy stuff here!”

Mingming's innocent voice burst into the stream.

“Snacks? Didn’t the crew ban snacks?”

Minmin briefly appeared on the stream, generously sharing with Suisui and Niannian.

“Mingming, where did all this come from?” the director’s voice asked from off-camera. Mingming, a bit nervous, shook his head vigorously, then pointed his little finger towards the door.

“Right there.”

Soon, the crew confiscated the box of snacks.

“Miss Su, no wonder my son was drawn over. We should all follow the program’s rules, shouldn’t we?”

“That’s right! Does Su Wanning have no shame, giving her kids special treatment?”

“Are the rules just for show?”

“Damn, I thought Su was getting better, but she’s still up to her old tricks!”