Chapter 3: Performance Art

Meanwhile, in a luxurious VIP room within the headquarters building of Yunhai Satellite TV, a gathering of the city’s most powerful figures had assembled. Among them was Jiang Shicheng, chairman of the Jiang Group, seated beside his daughter, Jiang Zhiyun, who had just returned from an international conference.

Jiang Zhiyun’s younger brother, Jiang Haoyu, a typical carefree second-generation rich heir, was also present, wearing a mischievous smile as if enjoying the spectacle. The room was filled with other notable guests—sons of listed company magnates, daughters of political heavyweights—many of whom were ardent admirers of Jiang Zhiyun.

Leaning toward his sister with a teasing tone, Jiang Haoyu whispered, “Sis, that secret husband of yours is said to be a hundred times better than all these young talents combined! Today, I’m going to see what kind of supernatural skills he has to win your favor!”

Jiang Zhiyun shot him a cold glance but said nothing.

On the large screen, the director simultaneously switched to live feeds from three family streams, dividing the display into three small windows. As the audience’s gaze fixed on the middle window labeled “Guest Chen,” everyone was stunned into silence.

The next moment, an uproar of shock and disbelief erupted both in the live chat and in the VIP room.

“Holy crap! What on earth is this Guest Chen doing?!”

On the screen, a man in loose pajamas with slightly tousled hair stood in a lavish kitchen that looked quite expensive. In one hand, he held a spatula; with the other, he struck a provocative pose.

“Bong, bong, bong…”

Suddenly, an electrifying beat pulsed loudly from the broadcast. The man seemed to flip a switch, swinging the spatula dramatically behind his head while the other hand rested coquettishly near his groin.

“Pfft—!”

In the VIP room, Jiang Haoyu sprayed coffee all over the back of a sharply dressed young man sitting in front of him.

“Cough, cough… Is this some kind of performance art?”

“Your secret husband? He can… pfft… be this ridiculous?”

Jiang Zhiyun froze in place, her face growing increasingly sour. What was this guy doing? He wasn’t like this normally! Could he know it was live and be doing this on purpose to embarrass her?

At that moment, she wished she could storm into the broadcast and strangle him.

But the show on the screen was far from over.

Under everyone’s dumbfounded gaze, Chen Yu opened his mouth and sang out in a voice that could only be described as a terrifying wail:

“There’s a game so wild, the king’s aura always tries to crown me.”

“But my teammates are useless, making me anxious.”

“Too frustrating, always causing trouble…”

The live chat exploded instantly:

“Pfft—what kind of nightmare intro is this?!”

“Help! My eyes! My ears! Is this guy here to be funny?”

“Are you sure this is ‘Super Dad Transformation’ and not some ridiculous short video compilation?”

“This man is way too sleazy! Does his wife know he’s like this? Hahaha!”

Unaware of the chaos, Chen Yu remained lost in his musical world, singing with even more gusto:

“I bury my head and sleep till dawn, then wake to make breakfast for my daughter.”

“I really don’t want to get up, what the hell is going on here!”

“I’m forced, all forced…”

The lyrics, the tune, paired with his entrancing yet absurd dance moves, were almost hypnotic—yet unbearable to watch.

Viewers in the live chat were in stitches:

“Hahaha! These lyrics are too real! The plight of modern workers!”

“I declare this guy owns all my laughs today!”

“If his daughter sees this, is she going to shut down on the spot?”

“Upstairs, you’ve nailed it! I already feel sorry for his daughter!”

Finally, Chen Yu ended his disastrous “morning dance,” scooping the fried rice he had cooked into a cute cartoon bowl. Carrying it, he left the kitchen, apparently ready to wake his daughter.

The camera followed his footsteps.

Chen Yu arrived at the door of the children’s room and gently pushed it open, peeking inside.

The little princess bed, draped with a mosquito net, was perfectly still.

It seemed she was still sleeping in; he had to wake her to eat the fried rice before it got cold—otherwise, he wouldn’t earn his system rewards for being a “soft rice” provider!

Clearing his throat and putting on a stern “strict father” expression, he strode inside.

“Chen Nian! Time to get up! The sun’s already high!”

But before he finished speaking, a small head popped out from the mosquito net.

“Daddy…”

“You didn’t say hello before coming in. You scared me…”

The little voice was filled with complaint.

Chen Yu hadn’t expected her to be awake and already dressed. Still, he maintained a stern face.

“Did you make your bed?”

Nian Nian blinked with innocent eyes and pointed to the bedside.

“It’s made.”

Chen Yu approached suspiciously and lifted a corner of the net to look inside.

Sure enough, the quilt was neatly folded—somewhat childish but clearly done with care.

Chen Yu: “…”

An awkward feeling rose in his chest.

“Hmph, I guess you were being responsible.”

He tried to keep his dignity and asked, “Did you wash your face and brush your teeth?”

Nian Nian rolled her adorable eyes.

“When I was in the hospital, I remembered everything except you, Mom, and this house!”

She then headed toward the bathroom.

“I always got up to wash myself. The nurse even praised me!”

Chen Yu: “…”

Another silence.

This little girl gave him no respect as her father.

Meanwhile, viewers watching the live stream were also buzzing in the chat.

“This dad looks like he’s just looking for trouble—shouldn’t he be praising his daughter for making the bed?”

“If my daughter was this responsible, I’d be over the moon. But this guy seems like he’s picking fights for no reason.”

“Feels like this guy has some grudge against his daughter!”

In the VIP room, Jiang Zhiyun was baffled by Chen Yu’s behavior. Wasn’t he supposed to take good care of their daughter? This nitpicking attitude didn’t look like care at all. Did he intend to find fault and punish Nian Nian?

“Hmph…”

A disdainful snort came from the old man beside her, sinking Jiang Zhiyun’s heart deep into despair.

At the villa, after Nian Nian finished washing up, Chen Yu wanted to say something to salvage his dignity. Suddenly, her big eyes landed on his face.

Chen Yu frowned, “What are you staring at?”

“Daddy, squat down!”

“Uh…”

Reluctant at first—he hadn’t yet asserted his fatherly authority—he couldn’t refuse her obedient gaze and finally crouched down in front of her.

“What is it?”

Then, Nian Nian carefully reached out and wiped a small yellowish spot from the corner of Chen Yu’s eye.

“Look at you, you didn’t even clean your eye gunk!”

In that instant, Chen Yu was completely stunned, frozen in place.