VHBF – Chapter 55 Movie King Daddy (Part 14)

The little dumpling suddenly sped up. Though she had fallen far behind earlier, now she was panting and puffing like she had taken some kind of stimulant, running forward with all her might.

Everyone braced themselves, ready to see her topple over any second from that wobbly run. But she didn’t fall—she held on, her chubby little face tensed up tightly in determination.

Since Xie An’an had just picked the wrong dad and been eliminated, the other little dumplings had all heard it. They were young, yes, but not stupid. So when they reached the finish line, none of them dared to rashly hug anyone. Who knew if hugging the wrong dad would get them eliminated too?

Zhao Yuanyuan and Yang Chaopao both reached the finish line one after the other, but hesitated, pacing back and forth without daring to extend their hands.

Yang Chaopao’s father was quite satisfied with his son’s speed, but seeing the boy wander—sometimes stopping in front of him, then running off to stand in front of another dad, unable to decide—he grew anxious.

As for little Zhao Yuanyuan, she was even more hesitant. Timid by nature, she lacked the decisiveness of boys, her little face scrunched up in a knot of distress.

Zhao Shunyan looked at his daughter standing right in front of him, his face full of excitement. He nearly shouted out loud: It’s me, your real dad is standing right here! Just hug me! Even just touching my finger would count as a win!

Meanwhile, Yinyin had run too hard and tumbled twice on the way, making the crowd wince in sympathy. The director, with his black heart, really knew how to come up with the nastiest ideas—blindfolds and sand pits? The dads had it easy, just standing there waiting for their kids to come, but their hearts still twisted with anxiety.

Zhao Shunyan then watched helplessly as his daughter hesitated and walked off to the right. His heart went cold. Daughter! Your dad is right here! How could you just walk away?!

Right after, the little tyrant Mo Yang arrived. He didn’t hesitate at all—he just threw himself into a hug, not caring in the slightest whether the man was his real dad. He had only one thought: I must be faster than Sister Yinyin!

Mo Qi twitched his lips, pulled his silly son off Zhao Shunyan, and asked, “What, you planning to swap dads?”

The director burst into laughter. “Mo Qi and Mo Yang—eliminated!”

At this, the other two dumplings became even more cautious. Terrified of elimination, they even stepped back a few paces, afraid of hugging the wrong dad by mistake!

Because of this delay, the short-legged pink dumpling finally caught up.

But… the odds of hugging the wrong dad were still two out of three. The three dads left on the field all stared fixedly at their children. If only they could crawl into their kids’ stomachs and whisper which one was the real dad!

Yinyin reached the finish line, not slowing down at all. During the run, she had drifted onto the wrong path, which happened to lead straight toward Yang Chaopao’s dad.

Yang Li grinned slyly, raised his brows at Movie King Zhu, and mouthed: Sorry, looks like your daughter’s about to call me daddy!

The movie king remained calm and composed, but the deep crease between his brows betrayed his unrest.

Yang Li even stretched out his arms, ready to scoop up the little fool running at him—but then…

The dumpling’s little nose twitched, and without a pause, she swerved and threw herself sideways. Her chubby face, tight with tension since the race began, bloomed into a bright, sweet smile.

She clung to her daddy’s leg, still blindfolded, and started climbing up with both arms and legs, chirping in her milky voice: “Daddy!”

Yang Li: “……”

Everyone: “……”

Yang Li twitched his lips and exchanged a look with Xie Liu, who had been eliminated earlier and was now watching from the side. This works too?!

Did that girl have a dog’s nose or something?!!!

Zhu Ji’s frown finally relaxed. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he picked up the dumpling, untied the cloth from her eyes, and praised softly, “Baby, you did amazing.”

Getting her daddy’s praise made the dumpling even happier. Her little face flushed red, and with a loud smooch, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Daddy smells so good! Yinyin loves Daddy the most!”

Everyone: “……”

So it really was a dog’s nose…

This moment was faithfully captured by the cameras. At the director’s signal, the cameraman zoomed in, giving the winning father-daughter pair a long close-up shot. In post-production, they even mischievously added a dog-nose emoji to Yinyin’s face, sending netizens into fits of laughter.

Afterward, the other two finally made their choices—once Yang Chaopao picked his dad, the first round officially came to an end.

Fortunately, Yang Chaopao had good luck and chose correctly, taking second place. Zhao Yuanyuan thus ended up third by default. The two who hugged the wrong dads were eliminated and got no ranking.

The director had a pretty young lady place a flower crown on Yinyin’s head and hang a little gold medal around her neck. Held in the arms of the elegant movie king, with flowers adorning her head and a sweet smile on her face, the scene was explosively cute.

When the show aired, countless viewers and netizens instantly became fans of the movie king dad and his adorable little girl.

But then, the chubby middle-aged balding director just had to stick his face into the shot, instantly ruining the picture. When the show broadcast, many netizens took it upon themselves to Photoshop him out and left comments: “You creepy old man, don’t you dare steal our baby’s screen time!”

The director, however, just smiled and lifted Yinyin’s little hand in victory. He knew it—Movie King Zhu’s daughter was sure to give him a surprise!

“Now I announce the champion of the first round—Little Yinyin and Daddy Zhu!”

The dumplings, exhausted from running, were now resting and munching on snacks provided by the production team.

Xie Liu came over, nudged Movie King Zhu with his elbow, and said sourly, “Tsk, so what if you win by relying on your daughter? Hmph!”

Zhu Ji just smiled silently.

The second game round began: Flying High.

In this round, the babies would jump down from different heights of a board, while the dads waited below to catch them. This tested how much the babies trusted their dads.

The program provided platforms at different heights to choose from. Each pair could challenge themselves in sequence, with the highest successful jump recorded as their score for the PK. As long as the dad successfully caught the child, the pair with the highest height would win.

The scoring system was still the same as before, divided into five levels.

In the first round, Film Emperor Zhu and his daughter took the lead, scoring a full ten points. The other dads clenched their fists, determined—this time no nose tricks, no blindfolds, just pure courage! Surely they could win now!

When Zhu Ji placed Yinyin onto the platform, he looked into her eyes and said seriously, “If you jump, Daddy will catch you. But if you’re scared, it’s okay, we can give up.”

Zhu Ji had chosen the lowest platform, just two meters high. At his height of about 1.87 meters, he could easily just reach up and carry Yinyin down.

The passing director: “……”

Do you misunderstand the concept of height? Or… do you misunderstand your own height???

Yinyin nodded vigorously, stretched out her arms, and before she even had to jump, Zhu Ji simply reached out, lifted her down, and spun her high in the air, letting her enjoy a real “fly-high” moment.

She was bubbling with joy, words of praise spilling nonstop from her mouth. The little girl didn’t know many words, so she kept repeating the same few lines: “Daddy is amazing! Fly high, fly high!”

“Daddy is the best! The greatest daddy in the whole world!”

The director: “……”

Exhausting!

His brows shot up. “Stop playing around! The challenge isn’t over yet!”

Yinyin, giggling in her father’s arms, made a face at the director: “Uncle Director can’t catch me, Uncle Director can’t catch me!”

Her chubby face was full of smugness. “Daddy’s taller than you, you can’t reach me!”

The director: “……”

He had misjudged her! He thought she was the epitome of a well-behaved child… Turns out, she only behaved in front of her father!

Looking weary, the director waved his program card and barked, “Hurry up! Film Emperor Xie, your turn next. Get ready!”

One by one, the kids went up. The staff recorded the results with pens in hand. By the time the platform was raised to 2.8 meters, one child was carried up crying and carried back down again.

Zhao Shunyan’s family was the first to surrender, with their best score stuck at 2.6 meters.

At three meters, little Mo Yang gave up too. Legs trembling, the so-called little tyrant turned out to have a fear of heights.

At 3.2 meters, Xie An’an jumped down, but his dad struggled to catch him. After all, six-year-old An’an wasn’t light. Shaking his head like a little adult, he told the director, “We’ll give up too.”

Now, only Olympic champion Yang Li’s son, Yang Chaopao, and little Zhu Yinyin remained.

Zhu Ji, however, didn’t want his daughter to keep jumping. Even if he stretched his arms, he could only reach a little over two meters. Anything higher required Yinyin to jump by herself. He trusted his own ability but still worried about missing her by accident.

There was a padded trampoline on the ground that would bounce them safely, but still, Zhu Ji frowned as he coaxed her, “Don’t jump anymore, okay?”

Other dads were busy coaxing their kids to jump, but when it came to Film Emperor Zhu, it was the opposite—he caught his daughter as though catching a live explosive, frowning the whole time, cautious and tense. The calm, aloof film emperor seemed like a completely different person. The other dads began to suspect—was his “doting father” persona also an act?

The cameraman didn’t even need prompting to give the father-daughter pair a close-up. Unlike her father’s anxiety, Yinyin was bubbling with excitement. Her little face was flushed with the rosy glow of exertion, full of life and energy.

Cupping her dad’s face in her hands, she comforted him instead: “Daddy, don’t worry, Yinyin won’t fall!”

Zhu Ji paused, then asked, “Are you scared?”

Yinyin looked at him in surprise and asked in return, “But Daddy will catch Yinyin. Why would I be scared? Jumping high is so much fun! Yinyin likes it!”

“Likes it a lot!!”

She repeated “like” several times in a row and urged her father to lift her up again.

The staff carried her onto the platform, standing by as a safety guard.

Yinyin peeked down and saw her daddy waiting with open arms. Stretching her little arms wide, she closed her eyes and leapt down without hesitation, her tiny face filled with trust. She believed with all her heart that her father would catch her.

And the next second, she landed safely in his arms.

“Wow! Daddy is amazing! Yinyin is amazing too!” she cheered.

By now, Yinyin, who trusted her dad 100%, had already cleared 3.5 meters. In contrast, little Yang Chaopao from the athlete’s family failed at 3.3 meters. He hesitated and didn’t jump, while his father Yang Li instinctively made a catching motion—only to grab empty air.

When he finally did jump on the second try, Yang Li, too, hesitated for just half a beat and missed the catch. Father and son tumbled together onto the trampoline.

Yang Li’s eyes stung. Years of training meant he rarely spent time with his son. The bond and trust between them couldn’t compare to Film Emperor Zhu’s family. His son’s moment of hesitation pierced him like a needle.

After landing, Yang Li hugged his son tightly, eyes red, and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Both father and son knew exactly what he was apologizing for.

Meanwhile, Yinyin still wanted to keep playing. The director was torn between laughter and tears. The other dads and kids were numb. If she kept jumping, the jealousy value would skyrocket—people might really gang up on her, three years old or not!

Zhao Yuanyuan, sitting next to her dad, watched her younger “sister” with envy. She was two years older, yet had finished in last place…

Yinyin’s chubby face was full of reluctance as she watched the staff carry away the platform. This moment, once aired, was quickly turned into memes online:

“Put down that board and let me try!”

“Baby Yin: I can do it! Why won’t you believe me?!”

But little Yinyin, clueless to her future internet fame, was only saddened that the board was gone. It was such a good board! Jumping with Daddy catching her was so much fun!

The second round once again went to little Zhu Yinyin and her film emperor father.

Xie Liu gritted his teeth. They had underestimated Zhu Ji. This wasn’t just a victory thanks to the child—this was the child completely carrying the father!

He had been wrong before. Zhu Ji wasn’t just some unlucky man with only a daughter for consolation. No—he had stumbled into fortune. His career might be gone, but he had gained the most capable little sweetheart in the world. Truly a fair trade!

The third round was a quiz between dads and kids. They had to guess what the other would choose. Each correct guess earned one point—an easy chance to rack up scores.

After all, in the previous two rounds, only the first-place team had raked in big points. The others barely scraped single digits. If this kept up, once aired, they’d all look ridiculous in front of the whole nation—bringing kids older than Zhu Ji’s three-year-old, yet losing to her?

Thus, round three was fierce. The dads racked their brains recalling their children’s preferences, and the kids eagerly tried to prove themselves. They couldn’t let the little sister win again and again—it was embarrassing!

But unfortunately for them, the father-daughter duo breezed through as if it were drinking water.

Zhu Ji sometimes paused to think, but little Yinyin answered instantly, her soft voice brimming with certainty. She knew exactly what her father liked, what he disliked—everything.

Everyone: “……”

This had to be a cheat! Suspicious glances turned toward the director, as if asking whether he’d leaked the answers.

But the director shrugged. He’d already figured it out—when it came to being Daddy’s little fan, there was nothing this girl didn’t know, nothing she couldn’t do!

The fourth round would rely entirely on the dads.

This round was called Daddy, Charge Forward!