Chapter 73: Mutual Assistance

Delighted and sobbing, Da Xi was left behind by Yu Xin. He was the only child in the whole crowd enthusiastically applauding and sending them off, yet even Yangyang’s eyes were tinged with red, only to be silenced by a sharp glance from Yin Shanshan.

Su Wan Ning smiled and waved at the two children, looking more excited than the children themselves.

[Su Wan Ning really has a big heart, isn’t she worried at all?]
[What do you know? The more anxious the parents are, the more scared the children become. Look at Da Xi.]
Once the parents departed, the children were suddenly leaderless, and the cameramen nearby kept stiff faces, saying nothing.

Yangyang sniffled, about to ask a passerby for help, when Suisui and Niannian dashed over to the airport’s announcement board, checking their flight against their tickets.

“Suisui, Niannian, don’t run around. There are lots of people here. What if you get lost?” Yangyang anxiously chased after them.

“Look, Yangyang!” Niannian pointed at a spot on the big screen. The flight number matched their tickets exactly, with a note showing it was currently boarding.

“This must be our flight. Mom and the others just went in through here. Should we do the same?” Mingming and Da Xi ran over, but Suisui shook her head.

“Their gate is different from ours. It’s still early; we won’t go in for another half hour.” Though Suisui was the youngest and her face was tender, her tone was oddly mature and reassuring.

“Then let’s grab something to eat over there!” Mingming had already spotted the fast-food restaurant in the airport, craving the ice cream.

The children hesitated, faces uncertain, until Niannian spoke up, “Brother, I want ice cream too.”

“Let’s go.” Suisui nodded, taking the lead like an elder brother toward the fast-food place. The others followed, attracting curious glances as they walked together.

Meanwhile, on the plane, the adults’ conversation revolved around the children.

Yu Xin spoke first, her eyes red-rimmed as she sighed heavily. “I wonder how the kids are doing. Is Da Xi still crying?”

“Yes. But it’s fine; Yangyang should take good care of them. I made sure to explain everything. Don’t worry.” Yin Shanshan smiled confidently as she turned, only to find Su Wan Ning and Feng Rui unwrapping snacks and eating with relish.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you worried at all?”

“Why should I be? I trust the kids.” Su Wan Ning replied casually, still munching.

[Is she really their mother?]
[Poor Suisui and Niannian are worrying about her, but she’s here eating.]
[But honestly, the others are making a mountain out of a molehill. The kids are already at the airport, there are staff—what’s the worst that could happen?]
The parents’ plane took off first. As the aircraft sped down the runway and the cabin plunged into darkness, Su Wan Ning let out a silent sigh.

Sitting by the window, she gazed at the countless lights below, unable to stop thinking about what the two children were doing and whether they’d manage to board smoothly.

Su Wan Ning always prided herself on being carefree, but she’d never realized that once you have something to protect, you become fragile.

The plane soared through the night, and when the cabin lights came back on, Su Wan Ning’s expression had returned to its usual indifference.

Elsewhere, under Suisui’s leadership, the children got their ice cream, found a row of seats, and ate happily together.

After four hours of long flight, the plane finally landed.

The parents, having collected their luggage, didn’t leave but found a restaurant in the airport, waiting for the children’s flight.

The group discussed the program’s arrangements.

“The director said this trip is a reward, so it shouldn’t be as exhausting as it was in Yun Shui Village, right?” Feng Rui still felt uneasy about the labor they’d endured there.

“Who knows? Our production team always has plenty of tricks up their sleeve.” Su Wan Ning raised her brows meaningfully at Wang Zan behind the camera.

Wang Zan, unexpectedly called out, thought, “...How does she know everything?”

She lowered her head, phone in hand, keeping real-time contact with staff about the children’s situation.

Arranging separate flights for the children and parents was meant as a test and for the show’s effect, but Wang Zan had ensured everything was safe and well-protected.

Three and a half hours earlier, when staff were ready to guide the children to boarding, Suisui led them to the gate on their own.

Without any guidance or help, the children boarded smoothly, found their seats with the stewardess’s assistance.

Strangely, when together, all previous anxiety and unease vanished, replaced by the excitement of their first independent journey.

Soon, the children’s flight arrived, and at the exit, the parents rushed forward, thrilled.

“You were amazing!” Su Wan Ning crouched down, hugging two children at once, finally feeling reassured.

It was called a trip, and the production team kept their promise: they had arranged a special vehicle outside the airport to take everyone to the grasslands.

Their destination wasn’t a hotel, but a traditional Mongolian yurt, rich in local character.

“This grassland is one of the most prosperous places here, full of cattle and sheep. The locals are warm and hospitable, and tonight you’ll stay in this yurt.”

Everyone was stunned by the endless grassland before them. After taking countless photos, they stooped to enter the yurt.

It looked small from outside, but inside it was fully equipped. In the center stood a large hearth, warming the yurt.

They immediately spotted a row of wide beds on one side.

“Director, are we all sleeping here tonight?” Feng Rui asked.

“Yes. After this long journey, I believe you’ve all built deep rapport, so tonight you’ll stay together to foster more connection.” Wang Zan announced happily, though no one seemed genuinely pleased.

Regardless of their feelings, every face wore a forced smile tinged with surprise.

The children’s joy was genuine. Raised in luxury, they’d never slept on such broad beds in a yurt. They jumped onto the beds, excited.

“There’s nothing planned for tonight. People here rest early, so after settling your luggage, you can enjoy a tea party together.”

Behind the camera, Wang Zan raised a whiteboard with bold letters: “Harmony Effect!” followed by a huge exclamation mark.

The meaning was clear—no one could refuse. So they gathered around the hearth, and began chatting, pretending to be cordial.