The Salted Fish Transmigrates as a Wealthy Stepdad and Goes Viral on a Parenting Variety Show - Chapter 1

A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by a clap of thunder that echoed through the heavens. The electric glow illuminated the entire city of Sheng’an.

Inside a luxurious villa, Gu Wancheng suddenly bolted upright, gasping for air. At that moment, another bolt of lightning flashed, lighting up his pale face.

He reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and scanned his surroundings.

His pupils constricted. Where is this? Was he not dead?

The sensation of the silk quilt in his hands was vivid. He gripped the blanket tightly; this clearly was not his room, and he had obviously already died.

Hiss

A sudden wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him. His already pale complexion worsened as he bit down hard on his lower lip.

Gradually, the headache subsided, but Gu Wancheng’s face was filled with shock.

First, he had transmigrated. He was now a married man with a four-year-old child; his husband was rich, and his kid was cute.

But second, he had transmigrated into a “kid-variety show” novel his colleague had told him about. He had become the father in the “foil group” who shared his name, a character meant to be a stepping stone for the protagonist. In the future, he would be suppressed by the protagonist, eventually becoming despondent and dying in a car accident. His child, due to cyberbullying, would become withdrawn and suffer from depression.

His colleague had jokingly told him to memorize the whole book. Thinking back now, he could not help but sigh heavily. Let alone memorizing it, he had not even read a single chapter; everything he knew was just what his colleague had told him.

The original owner had actually been killed by a car as well. Gu Wancheng thought back to the moment he was sent flying by a bus. He had desperately hoped the driver would call 120, but what followed was the bus crushing him a second time.

It hurt. It really hurt.

He had tried his best to call for help, but the blood surging from his body blocked his nose and mouth. He could only make soft whimpering sounds as tears fell one by one. His body grew cold, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In the final moments before falling into a deep sleep, Gu Wancheng felt the bus stop, and then someone dragged him onto the vehicle.

Tasting a hint of rust, Gu Wancheng let go of his lip and licked it; he had bitten it open.

By now, he was drenched in cold sweat, the feeling of being on the brink of death still vivid.

Knock, knock

Gu Wancheng was puzzled. Who would be knocking so late at night?

He opened the door but saw no one. Subconsciously, he gripped the handle and swallowed hard.

“Daddy,” a tender child’s voice came from below.

He breathed a sigh of relief, having almost thought he had encountered a ghost. After all, if he could transmigrate, it would not be strange for ghosts to exist. He looked down.

His cheap son stood at the door barefoot, hugging a pillow. His slightly curly hair was all frizzy, making that adorable face look even cuter.

Remembering his son’s name, he believed it was Bo Yuji, with the nickname Chaochao. The name had so many strokes; by the time other kids started solving problems, this boy probably would not even be finished writing his name.

Chaochao looked up at the motionless man and pouted, pretending to look fierce. “Daddy! Are you not going to take me in yet?”

Gu Wancheng snapped out of it and quickly picked the child up to prevent him from catching a cold.

Startled by his feet suddenly leaving the ground, Chaochao instinctively hugged Gu Wancheng’s neck, only to let go a second later.

When Gu Wancheng placed him on the bed, the boy crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away huffily.

He was still angry. If Daddy did not coax him, then he would not talk to Daddy for three days.

Looking at the pouting child, Gu Wancheng let out a soft chuckle. Silly baby, do you not know that when you are this small, getting angry only makes you look cute?

Hearing that soft laugh, Chaochao instantly whipped his head back and glared at him. “Are you laughing at me!”

Gu Wancheng suppressed the upward curve of his lips and began to coax his bristling son. “Daddy is not laughing at you.”

Chaochao looked at him suspiciously. “Then why were you smiling?”

“Because I am very happy that Chaochao came to find me.” Gu Wancheng meant this sincerely. Having just transmigrated, he felt a bit of trepidation, but with Chaochao’s company, that sliver of fear gradually dissipated.

Coaxed by Gu Wancheng, the corners of Chaochao’s mouth turned up, but he forced them back down the next second. He was not that easy to win over. “It was thundering outside. I was worried you would be scared, so I specifically came to sleep with you.”

Gu Wancheng noticed how tightly the boy hugged his pillow while speaking; it was obvious the boy was the one afraid of the thunder. To protect the child’s self-esteem, he followed along. “Then thank you, Chaochao. Daddy was indeed very scared. I am so glad you came. You are so brave.”

If the boy had a tail, it would likely be wagging all the way to the sky.

“I know I am brave!”

Gu Wancheng reached out and ruffled the frizzy hair, withdrawing his hand just as the boy was about to get annoyed. “I will carry you to wash your feet; it is very late.”

Chaochao blinked and held out his arms. Seeing his well-behaved manner, Gu Wancheng gave a muffled laugh and carried him to the bathroom.

After washing the boy’s feet and letting him dry them himself, the two lay down on the bed together. Bo Yuji silently moved closer to Gu Wancheng, curling himself into his embrace.

Gu Wancheng turned on his side to hold him and patted his back. “Go to sleep. I am right here.”

The boy snuggled into his chest and gave a soft “Mm” in response before closing his eyes to sleep.

Feeling the breathing in his arms become steady, Gu Wancheng stopped patting his back.

He stared wide-eyed, unable to sleep. The kid-variety show was set to start broadcasting the day after tomorrow. It was definitely too late to withdraw now; he could only bite the bullet and go.

As long as the protagonist did not provoke him, he would not bother with them. As for being the so-called foil group, not a chance.

Thinking about this body’s cheap husband, he wondered what he looked like. There was actually no image of him in the original owner’s memories, which showed just how unfamiliar they were. In fact, their marriage was merely one of convenience where both sides got what they needed.

With a loud boom of thunder, Chaochao winced. Gu Wancheng hurriedly patted his back reassuringly.

The rain lasted the entire night. The next morning, the sun hung high in the sky. Gu Wancheng was not sure when he had finally fallen asleep last night.

Sunlight streamed into the room, hitting Gu Wancheng’s face and casting a golden glow over his hair. The fine down on his face was clearly visible. Perhaps the light was too bright; he knitted his brows slightly and retreated further into the quilt.

“Daddy.”

Daddy!

Like a dying man suddenly jolting awake, Gu Wancheng sat up abruptly. Chaochao, who was leaning over beside him, let out a surprised “Wow!”

Turning to see the child and recalling the memories of last night, he realized it was not a dream; he really had transmigrated.

“You are finally awake. Mr. Sun is already out. You are so lazy,” Chaochao said disdainfully.

Seeing the boy’s little adult act, Gu Wancheng felt a sudden mischievous urge. He reached out his evil hands and, amidst Chaochao’s confused gaze, quickly rubbed the boy’s head of curls into a mess.

Chaochao’s eyes widened. Just as he was about to open his mouth to complain, Gu Wancheng immediately interrupted him. “Good morning, Chaochao! Thank you for accompanying Daddy last night. You are the best child ever.”

Gradually losing himself in the shower of compliments, Chaochao forgot about having his hair messed with. He covered his face with his hands. “Of course! Father also says Chaochao is the best.”

Gu Wancheng looked at him warmly. Cubs are so cute! And now this one is mine.

He just did not know what his cheap husband looked like, but he probably was not ugly, considering how adorable Chaochao was.

“Has Chaochao brushed his teeth and washed his face yet?”

“Not yet,” Chaochao replied in a milky voice.

“Let us go. Daddy will take you to brush your teeth and wash your face.”

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