The Three of Us—Famous?

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Fu Rong really couldn’t refute this. Although neither of them would completely spoil the baby, everything they provided for him was something that others found hard to obtain, and such things could lead a person to become arrogant.

But should they not give him these things?

That was out of the question.

Their child could be spoiled; even if something really happened, they would be there to catch him.

Moreover, Fu Rong knew that the little guy in his arms was very smart; he knew who he could bully and who he couldn’t.

Fu Rong held the baby as they headed to the hotel. Fu Rong was booked in a suite, but with the baby, that room was not suitable, so they switched to another one that had a children’s room specifically for the baby.

After placing the baby in the children’s room, Fu Rong stepped out. The baby would probably sleep for one or two hours, so he let him rest well in there.

Returning to the living room, he found Chi Yao standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, where all the other buildings outside were shorter than theirs.

Fu Rong stood behind Chi Yao, who turned around and leaned on Fu Rong’s shoulder.

Fu Rong’s eyes flickered.

“How many days are we planning to stay?” Fu Rong asked.

“One or two days, I guess.” This place didn’t have any good scenery; it was more of an industrial city, and Chi Yao didn’t have much interest in it.

“Is it you who misses me, or the baby?”

Fu Rong held Chi Yao’s body and pressed him against the glass.

Chi Yao tilted his head, pretending to think: “Probably the baby.”

“If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll get hit,” Fu Rong said, and he really did give Chi Yao a light slap on the butt.

Chi Yao was taken aback; in all his years, he had never experienced being spanked like this.

“Are you rebelling?”

Chi Yao raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

“You’re the one rebelling.” As he said this, he hoped Fu Rong would stay away a little longer so he could be freer, but once Fu Rong really did step back, he brought the baby with him.

Fu Rong found this person’s mind truly hard to understand.

“Don’t slander me,” Chi Yao said with a curve of his lips, lifting his knee to rub against Fu Rong’s sensitive area.

After rubbing for a while, Fu Rong started to feel excited.

“Do you miss me here?”

Chi Yao directly rephrased Fu Rong’s words, asking him.

Fu Rong’s gaze gradually deepened.

“Yes, how about you reward it?”

The two exchanged flirtatious words.

“Let’s see how it performs,” Chi Yao said, leaning back against the glass, his eyes and body conveying a message.

“Chi Yao, why do I feel like you see me as a tool?”

Or more accurately, a prop.

“Don’t you want to? Then I’ll really find a tool.” Not saying he’d find someone else, Chi Yao knew that if he mentioned looking for someone else now, Fu Rong would explode.

“Go ahead and try,” Fu Rong narrowed his eyes, grabbing Chi Yao’s clothes and yanking them down.

The buttons fell to the floor, bouncing and rolling away.

“This place is good enough; let’s do it here.” Chi Yao glanced out the glass window, which offered a view of almost half the city, making it one of the tallest buildings here.

“Alright, I’ll satisfy you.” Since this was what Chi Yao wanted, Fu Rong decided to indulge him.

Fu Rong directly wrapped his arms around Chi Yao, lifting him up, and Chi Yao held onto the man’s shoulders to prevent himself from falling.

His feet hung between the man’s hips, and Chi Yao let out a soft laugh.

“Will the baby wake up and see?”

“Even if he sees me, I won’t stop.”

“You really are a bad dad.” Chi Yao playfully tugged at Fu Rong’s ear.

Fu Rong lowered his head and captured Chi Yao’s lips, kissing him.

Chi Yao felt the ceiling shaking; his entire world felt like it was rocking.

With his back pressed against the glass, sweat dripped down Chi Yao’s forehead as he scratched the butterfly tattoo on Fu Rong’s back with his nails.

He bit his lip to suppress his moans; their baby was sleeping in the next room, and Chi Yao didn’t want to wake him up.

But it seemed Fu Rong was doing this on purpose, teasing Chi Yao until a lewd moan escaoe from his mouth, which he wouldn’t be satisfied until he did.

Chi Yao slapped Fu Rong’s face, the sound loud, but his arm was weak, almost like a caress.

Fu Rong wouldn’t relent, and Chi Yao had to back down. A lewd moan slipped from his throat, a different kind of seductive moan.

Fu Rong sealed Chi Yao’s lips, swallowing his remaining moans.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, they were deeply entangled, inseparable.

Not just here, they moved to other places—on the sofa, the table—but in the end, they returned to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Chi Yao spread his palms, fingers pressed against the glass, unable to push against anything else. Only one place was burning, flames coursing through Chi Yao’s entire body, like fire in his internal organs.

Chi Yao seemed to see fireworks exploding before his eyes, crackling and resounding.

Chi Yao lay in the bathroom, the bathtub full of water. He felt it was time to rest, but Fu Rong, as if he had endless energy, pulled Chi Yao back into his embrace.

Chi Yao had no strength left to push him away, so he could only give a few moans in response.

In the end, Fu Rong held Chi Yao, bringing him to the bedding area. Chi Yao grasped the man’s arm, pulling him down and bit down on Fu Rong’s lips, taking a small nibble.

Seeing the blood on his fingers, Fu Rong felt a slight pain on his lips but couldn’t help but smile joyfully.

Chi Yao fell asleep, awakened by a small hand.

Without opening his eyes, Chi Yao turned over and grabbed the little one who had climbed beside him, pulling him into his embrace, burying his face in the little one’s belly, inhaling the scent of milk.

The little one no longer drank formula, but his body was still soft with a hint of milky fragrance.

“Daddy, lazy pig.” The baby began to shout, calling Chi Yao a lazy pig.

“Yes, Daddy is a lazy pig, so you’re a little lazy pig, little piggy.”

Chi Yao rolled around on the bed with the baby, who giggled and played with him.

Fu Rong’s tall and handsome figure leaned against the door, taking a quick photo with his phone, then quietly watching his wife and child play.

The scene he wanted appeared just like that. Fu Rong knew that Chi Yao’s way of expressing love was different from his, and that was enough to satisfy him.

Any more, and even heaven would be jealous.

Fu Rong knocked on the door, reminding the two inside that it was time to get up.

Chi Yao sat up, wearing the pajamas he had brought from home.

The clothes were loose, and there were some marks around his neck.

Chi Yao lifted the blanket and got out of bed. The baby slid down by himself, bare feet on the carpet. He rushed over to Fu Rong, looking up and saying, “Daddy, lift me high.”

“Okay.” Fu Rong’s voice was indulgent as he picked up the little one and lifted him up.

The little one raised his hands, reaching for the ceiling.

“Wow wow wow.” The baby shouted happily.

Chi Yao got up, opened his suitcase, and took out clothes to change into.

The previous outfit had lost a button, so he couldn’t wear it anymore. He switched to a simple T-shirt and casual pants.

Even the plainest clothes on him seemed tailor-made.

Chi Yao, in casual attire, looked just like a high school student, his face exceptionally youthful and flawless.

Chi Yao walked out of the room and into the living room, where Fu Rong was playing with the baby. He put the baby down but let him sit on his shoulder.

The baby held onto Fu Rong’s head with his small hands, significantly taller than Chi Yao.

“Daddy, shorty!” The baby could now say “shorty.”

Chi Yao’s expression darkened as he approached and began to tickle the baby, who couldn’t stop laughing and was soon caught by Chi Yao.

He pressed the little guy into his arms and played for quite a while. This kid was becoming more and more unruly.

“It’s all your fault for spoiling him.” Chi Yao looked up with an unfriendly expression.

Fu Rong feigned innocence, wondering how it could be his fault.

Besides, Chi Yan’s character was clearly inherited from Chi Yao. If there was anyone to blame, it should be Chi Yao himself.

However, Fu Rong couldn’t say this; saying it would only anger his wife, who he of course had to spoil.

Fu Rong apologized, “It’s my fault.”

Chi Yao huffed, accepting Fu Rong’s apology.

Chi Yao didn’t plan to stay too long; a day or two would suffice. During this time, Fu Rong postponed everything just to accompany Chi Yao and the baby.

The three of them went to the mall, and regardless of who stood out, they were a sight to behold, especially now with the three of them together.

Passersby took photos of them and posted them online. The pictures were quite clear, showing all three of their faces distinctly. The post quickly gained traction, with many people commenting, and within half an hour, it had gone viral. The three of them, especially the two young men, looked like male models, exuding a charm that surpassed many celebrities currently in the entertainment industry.

Such people, even without acting skills, would be far more popular than those who were less fortunate.

As the photos were about to spread further, suddenly the entire post was deleted. The original poster immediately made another post, which was also deleted.

When they inquired about the reason, they were simply told it violated someone’s privacy.

They weren’t public figures; they just happened to look good and were incidentally seen, prompting some discussion.

Or could it be that these individuals were indeed not ordinary?

The post could no longer be published, but many had already saved the photos.

In fact, that same day, when Chi Yao and Fu Rong went out to dinner, the place was crowded, and they were immediately recognized as soon as they entered.

Someone approached them with the photo, confirming they were indeed the same people, and directly told Chi Yao that their pictures were posted online.

The person even asked if Chi Yao was in the entertainment industry, suggesting that if the photos weren’t deleted, he could gain popularity, just like many influencers who got their fame this way.

“Chi Yao is so handsome; it would be even better if more people could see him.”

The person was clearly smitten with Chi Yao’s face, wishing Chi Yao were an influencer so they could see him more often.

“Post?” Chi Yao was curious.

“It’s already been deleted; I don’t know who deleted it. I suspect it was the admin who got jealous because everyone was saying you guys are so much better looking than those unfortunate celebrities. Someone probably just couldn’t stand it and deleted it.”

The new fan said, looking at Chi Yao’s indifferent expression, then laughingly walked away to join their friends. They kept their heads down, discussing nothing but Chi Yao, the man beside him, and the doll-like child.