After Paranoid Villain's Little Daddy Awakened

Wen Cishu awakened to the truth—he was living inside a book. His chronic poor health? Simply because the author never intended for him to survive. After his death, his son would become the obsessive second male lead, sabotaging the protagonists’ love story. --- On the first day of his awakening, his nine-year-old troublemaker son, Bo Yiming, roared at home: *"I don’t care, I’m joining the talent show! I’m gonna be the next top idol!"* The frail Wen Cishu whispered: *"Butler, fetch me a frying pan and two bodyguards."* His phoenix eyes narrowed at the unruly brat before adding: *"Make it four bodyguards."* Bo Yiming, standing on the sofa, looked down at his sickly little dad: *"Little Dad? You got it wrong—I’m going for the show, not a fight! Why call bodyguards?"* --- When Bo Yiming’s big dad, Bo Tingyuan, returned home… The mansion’s living room was a sight to behold: four burly bodyguards pinning his son down by the limbs, while Wen Cishu, usually too weak to move, swung a frying pan at the boy’s behind. Sweat beaded on Wen Cishu’s forehead, his trembling hands barely holding the pan. Bo Yiming screeched for help: *"Big Dad! Quick, Little Dad’s gone nuts—he’s hitting me! He must have another kid outside now—oww!"* Another smack landed. Bo Tingyuan strode over, steadying Wen Cishu with a deep, velvety voice: *"Why get so worked up?"* Bo Yiming thought he was saved—until his big dad coldly ordered: *"Hold the young master still."* After settling Wen Cishu on the sofa and handing him water, Bo Tingyuan rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the pan, and swung— *"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH—"* --- In the end, Bo Yiming did enter the entertainment industry—just not the idol competition he dreamed of. Instead, he wound up on *Rich Family’s Kid Makeover*. **Bo Yiming’s imagined showbiz:** Revealing his wealthy heir status, dancing effortlessly, flashing winks— Fans would swarm, adoring him to death. **Bo Yiming’s reality:**Directed by his little dad to farm, weed, and spray pesticides on camera. The audience’s cheers? *"Aaaaah, Wen Cishu is so gorgeous! Bo Yiming, scram to the fields—stop blocking our view of your dad!"* Bo Yiming: *"Where’s my textbook?! This young master is determined to get into Tsinghua!"* --- Wen Cishu always assumed Bo Tingyuan’s marriage to him was obligation, a tangled relic of past grievances. Only after awakening did he realize—his seemingly indifferent husband had loved him deeply all along. Separate beds for years? Because Bo Tingyuan feared worsening his health. Avoiding work talk? To spare him stress. Those "tacky" holiday roses? Handpicked, never delegated. Wen Cishu: *"If you’re not using that mouth, donate it!"*