The Female Celebrity Transmigrated into the Daughter of Her Arch Nemesis

Ji Mochen and his wife Ling Chujin were completely unaware of the lively discussion happening online at the moment. The two were still arguing over who was closer to their daughter and who their daughter liked more.

The audience laughed at first, but soon realized what was going on.

【It seems like Ling Chujin is deliberately trying to distract her husband's attention!】

【I agree. Ji Mochen instantly went from a dejected middle-aged man to an energetic dad slave, didn't he?】

【Sister Ling is awesome! No wonder Brother Ji hasn't had any scandals all these years. I ship them!】

Eventually, the couple ended their video under the "shipping" of netizens. But the moment the video ended, Ji Mochen removed the recording devices and told the cameraman not to film him.

So, to the confusion of many, Ji Mochen's livestream switched to a shot of a tree in front of the house.

Netizen: ?? I invested my precious time waiting for your livestream, and you show me a tree?

In an instant, the barrage was filled with criticism towards Ji Mochen for acting like a diva.

Passerby: ...Are you guys serious about your "Ji Family Army" fan club light signs?

Fan: We adore the most popular idol, and curse the harshest insults.

While his fans caused an uproar, Ji Mochen couldn't help but cover his face with a sob.

Because he had turned off the microphones beforehand, the audience didn't hear his sob. But the cameraman and several staff members heard it loud and clear.

In that instant, even the cameraman's hands shook. They looked at each other in shock.

My god, the top superstar cried?

Coincidentally, Ji Ruochu had just woken up from her nap around the same time.

The little one climbed out of her tiny bed in her soft black and white contrast slippers, ready to wake someone up for a milk feed.

As people say, little kids are so much work - small portions needed frequently. She couldn't even take a decent nap without getting hungry.

Ji Ruochu stepped out of her room and looked up to see her baby bottle on the table, already filled with prepared formula.

The little one ran over excitedly, picked up the bottle and started gulping it down.

Not bad, Ji Mochen can be pretty considerate sometimes!

With milk in hand, Ji Ruochu decided to generously give her dad a bit of face. Huh? Why is he sitting outside in the middle of the night? He better not be up to no good! 𝔣𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖜𝔢𝔟𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖊𝔩.𝖈𝖔𝔪

Curious, Ji Ruochu held her bottle in one hand and toddled towards Ji Mochen, who had his back facing her.

At that time, a staff member was comforting Ji Mochen, saying it was good he didn't have the microphones on, otherwise this would have caused another scandal.

Imagine if footage got out showing the arrogant Ji Mochen actually shedding tears on air because he felt sorry for his daughter - the headlines would explode tomorrow, the director thought.

Of course, he didn't dare let a video of Ji Mochen's tears get leaked, so he could only sigh at the missed opportunity.

And that's when Ji Ruochu appeared in the frame, without any microphones on since they were removed when she was put to bed earlier. She walked towards her dad in her tiny slippers.

"Brother Ji, it was just an accident, none of us wanted that. The director already bought that chicken today to make up for it tomorrow," the staff member consoled. "If Ruochu sees you like this, she'd feel terrible too."

Feel terrible?

The little one paused as she approached, realizing the staff weren't reacting to her presence. She quietly tiptoed closer, straining to eavesdrop - who was this bored person actually sympathizing with Ji Mochen?

"Thank you, I'm much better now," Ji Mochen said as he wiped his face. His eyes were still a little red, but he had collected himself. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, "Ruochu is probably awake now, I should go check on her—"