After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's "White Moonlight" - Chapter 29.2

The first video featured a two-child family. The mother was a famous actress and the father was a film director. Although daily life was full of miscellaneous chores, the family generally appeared very harmonious.

Perhaps because she had never really experienced a family atmosphere, Cheng Siyu felt she couldn’t relate, but she would nod and agree when other guests discussed it.

“Siyu, do you have any siblings?” The host suddenly turned the topic to her.

She froze for a moment before speaking, “I have one younger sister.”

“A sister is great! You two can go shopping together and buy things,” the host said.

Hearing this, Cheng Siyu managed a nod. “Yes.”

“Are there issues with parents not being able to treat both children equally regarding resources?” the host continued.

Cheng Siyu went silent for a few seconds before answering, “It’s all fine. Whatever my sister has, I have too.”

If everything in the Cheng family was a bowl of water, I wouldn’t even touch a drop.

After several guests with siblings shared their experiences, the second family video began.

The second family was a blended one. The mother was a well-known model who retired to marry and have kids. The father was a famous photographer. The mother’s first child was a daughter from her ex-husband, six years old. Additionally, there was a one-year-old son with her current husband.

They had previously generated a lot of buzz for the show because the mother favored the son and ignored the daughter.

It was the same this time. The mother was holding her son and telling him a bedtime story. Once the son finally fell asleep, the daughter excitedly brought over a picture book, wanting her mother to read to her as well, only to be told, “Mom is tired, I’ll read to you tomorrow.”

The daughter, who had always been sensible, started crying this time. “You said that yesterday, too.”

Her crying woke the younger brother. The woman could only tell her to go out and wait, then went back to soothing the crying son.

Afterward, the daughter cried until she fell asleep in the living room without receiving even a glance from her mother. It wasn’t until the stepfather came home that he carried the sleeping girl back to her room.

Later, the crew played an interview with the mother. She tearfully apologized to her daughter, saying that taking care of her son alone was already exhausting.

Cheng Siyu recalled how her own mother used to scream at her to get out when she was little, hitting her with a stick until she had nowhere to hide, only to cry and apologize after her sanity returned.

Even as a child, she knew her mother had mental health issues. She didn’t know how to solve it; she could only watch her go into hysterics and then, after her mother fell asleep in a lucid state, secretly crawl into her arms to experience a sliver of warmth.

She once thought that when she grew up, she could earn money to cure Lin Shuyu’s illness and experience a normal mother-daughter bond. As it turned out, before she could earn enough, Lin Shuyu committed suicide, unable to bear the mental torment.

By the time Cheng Siyu emerged from her memories, the host was chatting with Qi Yan.

The host was asking for her views on raising children.

Qi Yan said she would treat all children equally but currently had no plans for a second child. She then suggested the mother in the video should stabilize her own emotions first and perhaps try seeing a psychiatrist.

Hearing her speak eloquently without attacking the mother for intentionally ignoring the child as others did, Cheng Siyu breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Yan wasn’t as aggressive as the rumors suggested.

However, the next second, the host turned the topic back to Cheng Siyu. “Siyu, do you feel there are situations where a mother doesn’t treat children equally?”

At the same time, the camera cut to Cheng Siyu. She had to put on a proper smile and then said frankly, “My mother passed away a long time ago. She only had one daughter—me.”

The implication was that she had never faced the issue of a mother “balancing the water.” It also clarified that she and her sister were half-siblings.

“I see. I’m sorry for bringing up a sad topic.”

The scene went quiet for a few seconds before the host apologized. Cheng Siyu just smiled and said, “It’s in the past.”

Cheng Siyu noticed that Qi Yan’s gaze seemed to soften slightly. Yes, after all, a child without a mother is always someone to be pitied.

She didn’t quite like this feeling of being pitied.

After playing two segments, the show entered a break for the guests to touch up their makeup. Simultaneously, the children entered the recording set for the second half, sitting to the side and playing with toys prepared by the crew.

During the intermission, the crew arranged for Cheng Siyu to sing a song. It was an insert song from True or False, intended to promote the drama.

Although Cheng Siyu felt the two programs didn’t match at all, it was an arrangement by the investors, so she had to agree.

She had gone slightly viral for her singing once before during a previous variety show. That song, Mist, had become the background music for countless “unrequited love” CP (couple) fan edits in the entertainment industry.

Everyone said the lyrics expressed love in every line, but when sung by Cheng Siyu, it carried a natural sense of release from unrequited love. Like those couples who have no ending, it made people intoxicated yet unable to see a future.

After taking a sip of water, Cheng Siyu followed the accompaniment to the center of the stage. The song was titled Listening to You, a fan-created song for the original novel of True or False that was later picked up by the production as an insert song.

The lyrics were roughly Duan Xiaohe’s solo. It told of how she thought Lan Yulin’s approach was her salvation, only to later discover it was just to push her into a deeper abyss.

One line in the lyrics—”Listen to me, understand me, deceive me, torture me, and finally tear me apart”—described Duan Xiaohe’s inner thoughts in the book.

Cheng Siyu tried her best to immerse herself in the emotions. As the song ended, a tear fell from her eye. This moment was captured perfectly by the cameras.

It also became a mandatory scene for fans to include in True or False edits after the drama aired. Fans said that in that moment, Cheng Siyu deceived the audience and also deceived herself.

As the song finished and Cheng Siyu exited the stage, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd. It was Xi You, the stepdaughter who had poured wine on Si Fei’s face that day and had given Cheng Siyu her business card at the crew banquet.

Right now, a “Director” badge was hanging on her chest. Seeing Cheng Siyu looking at her, she walked over without hesitation, took Cheng Siyu’s hand, and pressed a kiss to it.

“You sing beautifully.”

Cheng Siyu snapped out of it, pulled her hand back, and replied politely, “Thank you.”

“I gave you my card last time, but you never contacted me. It makes me truly sad.”

Xi You’s words carried a hint of seductive intent. Even though she used a slightly awkward translated-style tone, it sounded alluring coming from her.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not my type,” Cheng Siyu replied with the same reason she had used to reject countless people before.

“Then what type do you like? Someone like Jiang Shizi?” Xi You wasn’t angry; instead, she asked back with interest.

Hearing the name Jiang Shizi, Cheng Siyu paused, her expression darkening slightly. Then she gave a frank smile and said:

“I like the type with good skills in bed.”

Her answer stunned Xi You. After a few minutes, that seductive voice rang out again, “How do you know my skills aren’t good if you haven’t tried?”

“I’ll just have to wait for an opportunity to try then.” Having said that, the second half of the show began, and Cheng Siyu turned and walked back. Xi You stood in place, the corners of her mouth curling up as she watched Cheng Siyu’s retreating figure.

The show resumed. Just as Cheng Siyu and the other guests sat down, several little ones came running out from backstage one after another.

At a glance, Cheng Siyu saw He Wuyou. The tiny girl was running at the very back of the group on her short, clumsy legs.

She was mumbling incoherently, “Mama, I’m coming!”

This was another idea from the crew: they had the parents hide to see which guest the children would run to.

Fifteen minutes later, the silent and reserved Cheng Siyu actually had three children sitting next to her.

He Wuyou was sitting against her on the right. Another was Li Enyu, the daughter of a screenwriter. There was also a little boy named Yu Ye, who had followed He Wuyou over in a daze.

If it were anyone else, they might be overjoyed, but for Cheng Siyu—who was heavily influenced by the memory of Cheng Hanyi running after her with a bare butt asking for a wipe—she just sat there, frozen, not daring to move.

When the parents returned, the children all ran toward them. Only He Wuyou kept struggling with her short legs, unable to reach the floor from the sofa and afraid to come down. It wasn’t until Cheng Siyu reached out to steady her that she successfully touched the ground.

At that moment, Cheng Siyu felt Qi Yan’s hostile gaze again and immediately withdrew her hand, ceasing all movement.

Once all the children were back with their parents, the host took the microphone to ask each child why they chose to sit next to a particular guest.

When it came to Li Enyu, she said it was because Cheng Siyu looked like her kindergarten teacher. He Wuyou mumbled that it was because Cheng Siyu was her godmother’s friend—and her “godmother” was undoubtedly Ji Yun. Yu Ye simply said he wanted to protect Little You-you, so he sat with her.

Cheng Siyu hadn’t expected these reasons. Unsure of how to react, she simply maintained a polite smile whenever the camera cut to her.

She had a premonition: Little He Wuyou was going to hit the trending searches for choosing to sit next to her mother’s love rival.

As for the girl herself, she was just blinking her large eyes, looking around with a completely innocent face.