VHBF – Chapter 77 Movie King Daddy (Part 36)

“Wow, Dean-mama, that’s Sister Yinyin!”

Seeing their little friends appear on screen—especially their favorite, the prettiest Sister Yinyin—the kids were overjoyed. In their limited understanding, being on TV was something incredibly amazing.

The broadcast picked up right where the previous episode ended. The auntie recognized Yinyin, and the little dumpling, too young to think too much, glanced over while still busy picking vegetables. She tilted her head, puzzled as to why the auntie had her photo.

Viewers: “……”

Oh my god! Their silly daughter! Her identity was exposed this easily? They’d speculated for ages, wondering if there would be some big reveal!

With their little girl like this, what would happen if she met a bad person? Don’t turn around and get tricked away so easily!

The livestream comments flew nonstop. Nowadays, even elderly aunties and uncles who never used to surf the internet knew how to watch videos and spam bullet comments.

“That old sis there—stop! What kind of look is that toward my baby?! Spit! You have no right to covet my child!”

“Our little girl is smart, sure, but still way too innocent. We gotta go to Film Emperor Zhu’s Weibo later and tell him to teach her properly—don’t let her get tricked away by bad people.”

In the video, the auntie’s eyes lit up instantly at the little dumpling’s words, and she blurted out, “Child, I’m your mom!”

Viewers: “……!!!!!”

They looked at the little girl’s bewildered, helpless expression—exactly the same confused expression as her real father’s, right down to the tiny question mark and faint killing intent in her eyes—and the audience burst into laughter, while the mama-fans exploded.

“What the—who can tolerate this?! Our baby belongs to everyone, and you, you shameless old hag, dare try to be our daughter’s mother?!”

“Hmph! Sis, look at your age, then look at your face. Could someone like you give birth to our adorable, universe-level super-cute cherished baby?”

When the auntie picked up her phone and tapped a few times, the audience realized she wasn’t just shameless—everyone in her fan group was exactly the same!

The cameraman was sharp and zoomed in on her screen, letting viewers clearly see the chat messages.

My Daughter Is Three: “Aaaaah, I bumped into our little girl at the market!”

Yin-Bao’s Most Beautiful Mom: “Where? WHERE?!”

Baby’s No.1 Real Mom: “Wang! Don’t move! Send the address NOW!”

Then a string of usernames popped up—Baby’s Big Sis, Baby’s Auntie, Baby’s Grandma—all asking for the address. The auntie casually sent it and closed her phone. The video only briefly showed several people typing that they were heading over.

Viewers clutched their chests in outrage, stunned speechless. That whole row of usernames was beyond shameless! Some even went to Weibo to @Zhu Ji, warning him that someone was trying to snatch his daughter—not one person, but an entire army capable of drowning him in spit.

Normal viewers suddenly understood everything. No wonder these mama-fans had been able to single-handedly push the show’s votes past a hundred million—this group was crazy!

Never underestimate middle-aged auntie fans. At their age they ruled their households—managing parents above, kids below—the true empress dowagers of every family. If one of them liked someone, the whole family had to follow!

But mama-fans didn’t care what the normal viewers thought. Those who hadn’t gone to the market to meet the little girl howled on the barrage, furious that the lucky aunties were using “geographical advantage” to steal their daughter. They demanded Film Emperor Zhu stop selling vegetables and hurry over to rescue the baby!

Some fans were in the group chat and saw everything unfold. Even if they couldn’t go in person, they knew the aftermath.

The aunties and uncles who did go came back showing off in the group, each one with a photo with the little girl and a bag of vegetables she personally picked for them.

Seeing the little one’s chubby hands carefully packing vegetables for them—so delighted and earnest—made their hearts melt. Nothing could be more satisfying.

They bragged everywhere with that photo—planning to hang it in the living room as a house-blessing treasure. Just glancing at her chubby adorable face made the air feel fresher.

Those who couldn’t make it were full of sour envy. During the broadcast, they poured their bitterness into the comments, accusing the aunties of being too smug—baby belongs to everyone, okay? Don’t hog her just because you live close!

And the usernames?! Baby’s Mom, Baby’s Sis, Baby’s Grandpa, Baby’s Aunt?! Shameful! As if Film Emperor Zhu had so many relatives—he’s an orphan!

Viewers complained for ages, and then within half an hour, people began arriving at the market—mostly retirees or housewives, with the occasional young person mixed in.

They descended like a swarm of locusts. One intense stare at the baby, and they immediately started buying: a whole basket of this, ten kilos of that. A few people nearly bought all the vegetables. Later arrivals had nothing left and almost fought over it.

When aunties and uncles fought, their mouths were lethal. The once-quiet corner of the market suddenly became a lively drama stage, drawing crowds. The camera was full of people.

The squabbling got so fierce that an early-arriving auntie finally couldn’t take it and yelled that if they kept fighting, the people coming later wouldn’t be able to buy anything.

Everyone shut up instantly, lined up obediently, and turned toward the confused little girl with gentle smiles—completely different from the warriors they’d been seconds earlier. They worried about scaring her, so they softened their voices, their wrinkles folding into kind smiles. They weren’t even this nice to their own kids!

Soon, all the vegetables were sold out. Two to five kilos per person—gone. The aunties still weren’t satisfied and said next time she should tell them in advance so they could bring big baskets.

The viewers watched in disbelief—stunned by the aunties’ sheer power.

The mama-fans felt this deeply. Honestly, if they had been there, they would’ve done the same. Watching the little round-face dumpling on video, they wanted to hug her, squeeze her, kiss her—not enough!

For the aunties to restrain themselves and not snatch her away was already commendable. They deserved praise!

And mama-fans felt proud. The Yinyin-baby fan group stood behind her like real mothers would—if their baby encountered trouble? No need to say anything—they’d storm in immediately!

Soon Weibo saw two hot searches:

#BuyingVeggiesToSupportTheBaby

#MamaFansOfTheNationalLittleGirlAreScarilyPowerful

These skyrocketed, making the mysterious organization of mama-fans famous. Their past feat—saving the show with over 100 million votes—was also dug up.

People who hadn’t watched the show were shocked. The actor’s daughter was only three! What could a three-year-old even do? She probably didn’t even understand the concept of “fans.”

Yet she had millions of mama-fans behind her—fans who had money, time, influence, and extreme devotion.

Even celebrities were envious, though they couldn’t say it. Imagine admitting you, a grown adult, were jealous of a three-year-old toddler—your fans would roll their eyes and tell you to get a grip.

Unable to voice their jealousy, some celebrities tried to ride the trend, reposting the show’s Weibo and tagging Film Emperor Zhu, saying his daughter was adorable and asking when he’d bring her out to meet everyone.

A well-known mother-and-baby brand publicly @-ed Zhu Ji, praising his daughter’s cuteness, saying her angelic image matched their brand, and asking whether she could shoot a commercial or become a spokesperson.

That bombshell set off other brands instantly.

These companies understood—sure, the little girl was young and clueless, but behind her stood countless mama-fans.

Mama-fans weren’t casual. Once they adored someone, especially a toddler, they treated her like their own daughter—clingy, loyal, with strong purchasing power. They ran their households, especially childcare purchases.

If their precious baby endorsed a product, what else? Buy, buy, buy. They’d have their own kids use the same brand.

The later-arriving brands cursed the first one for being cunning—they had wanted to wait until Zhu Ji’s scandals cleared and the show finished airing. But now, with the first brand acting early, they were forced to jump in too.

Showing sincerity early mattered. Thinking of the army of mama-fans backing the little girl, they didn’t hesitate anymore and showered the baby with praise on their official accounts.

Netizens ate melon after melon on Weibo, watching major mother-baby brands butter up the actor’s daughter and fight each other.

Road-side viewers were refreshed, mama-fans strutted proudly—their baby was just that outstanding. Everyone loved her. Even big brands wanted her as a spokesperson.

A mama-fan group leader pretended to sigh on Weibo, actually showing off:

“Sigh… our baby is only three and already has to film commercials to earn money. It’s not easy. Other kids her age are still playing with mud. My heart aches for my daughter.”

Melon-eaters: “……”

Tsk. Show off more!

This season of the show was edited into three episodes. The second episode showed Film Emperor Zhu and his daughter completing their tasks ahead of time—selling veggies, making big money, and moving into a luxurious villa. Actor Xie was hilariously shocked.

When he and his son learned about it, they stared at each other dumbfounded. They had a meltdown through the whole dinner, crying as they ate. The next day, with messy bed hair and dark circles, he brought breakfast to bribe Zhu Ji and his daughter, begging to move into the villa.

Viewers laughed uncontrollably. Some nearly choked on snacks or water. Earlier, when rooms were divided, he had pitied Zhu Ji and even gloated.

He had told Zhu Ji he had bad luck and should concede. But now? Zhu Ji, with his daughter’s luck, had moved into a villa with air-conditioning, TV, and feasts—and Xie was losing his mind.

The comments were filled with “HAHAHAHAHA,” saying Xie Liu deserved no sympathy—he asked for it!

The episode ended with the other dads and kids sneaking behind Xie Liu and his son, carrying bags, trying to see what he was planning to do.

And then it cut off.

Viewers: “……”