My Own Child – What’s the Harm in a Little Fun?

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The child’s eyes turned red, and Chi Yan arrogantly walked away. Why couldn’t they just play by themselves? Why did they have to crowd around him? Did he need someone to help him?

His dad had told him that only cowards need others to support them. He didn’t want to be a coward.

Chi Yan wandered around, found some markers and paper on the floor, and started drawing randomly. A child came over and tried to teach him how to draw a rabbit, saying that Chi Yan was cute, just like one.

Chi Yan glanced at the rabbit drawing, which was white and looked small and fragile. “No,” he said, snatching the rabbit picture and tearing it. He rummaged through the papers on the floor and found a picture of a tiger instead. “This one.”

He wasn’t a soft little rabbit; he was a fierce tiger. Chi Yan even made a little growling face to look intimidating. But with his soft white face, he just couldn’t pull off a scary look, which made the other children laugh. A boy nearby burst out laughing and couldn’t stop.

Chi Yan paused, then pounced forward and bit the boy, mimicking the tigers he had seen on TV. Although the bite wasn’t hard, the boy started crying, startled by Chi Yan’s sudden pounce.

One of the caretakers at the door hesitated but didn’t alert the parents. After all, if they did, the other child might end up apologizing.

The caretaker noticed that Chi Yan, after biting the boy, just stood there, looking stunned as the boy cried louder and louder. Chi Yan turned and squatted down, maybe realizing he’d hurt a child older than him. Though he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, the boy’s loud sobbing made him a little unsure. His own eyes turned red, tears welling up. He wasn’t a weak rabbit—he was a fierce tiger, and the other child had said otherwise!

As he squatted there, he began to cry, too.

The boy, still crying, noticed Chi Yan sitting there, shoulders trembling. Wiping his own tears away, he cautiously approached, worried Chi Yan might bite him again. When he got close, he heard a small sob. He was shocked and crouched down, peeking up to see Chi Yan actually crying.

The boy paused, then quickly panicked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t cry—it was my fault, please don’t cry.”

He was the one bitten, his hand still hurt, but seeing Chi Yan cry, with teardrops like pearls falling down, he felt awful, too.

“I’m a fierce tiger,” Chi Yan whimpered in his soft, childish voice.

The boy had no words. Whatever Chi Yan said had to be true.

“Yes, yes, you’re a tiger. I’m a little rabbit, and big tigers eat little rabbits. Yes, that’s right.”

“Look, you’re so fierce. Here, you even left a mark.” The boy showed him the teeth mark on his wrist. Chi Yan glanced at it, seeing he wasn’t angry or blaming him.

“S-sorry,” Chi Yan mumbled.

The boy didn’t catch it.

“Sorry, I won’t bite you again,” Chi Yan whispered, leaving the last part unspoken.

But the boy understood.

“It’s okay! It didn’t hurt much. You can bite me again if you want.”

“You’re a fierce tiger, after all. Here, you can bite this hand,” the boy said, extending his other wrist.

He realized the bite mark looked cool; it would be great to have one on each hand.

Chi Yan was stunned, and even the caretakers were surprised by this unexpected turn of events.

“Really?” Chi Yan was shocked that the boy would let him bite him again.

“Yes, but just not so hard this time.”

“Alright.”

Since he asked, Chi Yan felt he might as well grant the request.

Tears still clinging to his lashes, Chi Yan leaned in, bit down lightly this time.

“It’s not red yet; try a little harder,” the boy said.

Chi Yan bit down again, and the boy whimpered in pain but held back his tears.

Chi Yan gently blew on the boy’s hand. “Blow to make it better.”

The boy immediately smiled through his tears.

Just like that, the children’s dispute was settled. The boy stuck close to Chi Yan afterward, not saying much, even when Chi Yan told him to stay quiet.

Chi Yan played happily until he was tired and then found a small bed nearby to nap. The other children, noticing him sleeping, kept quiet. If anyone spoke, the boy quickly hushed them.

The boy, uninterested in playing with the others, sat down beside Chi Yan, watching his sleeping face. He looked so lovely, just like a doll.

The boy reached out, wanting to touch Chi Yan’s cheek, but he quickly withdrew his hand, worried he might wake Chi Yan and get scolded for it.

After finishing his tasks, Fu Rong came to check on his baby and saw this scene: the CFO’s child sitting beside his son, staring intently without blinking. An employee saw Fu Rong approach, stood up straight, but Fu Rong raised a hand, signaling them to stay silent.

After watching the boy for a moment, Fu Rong looked at his own son. It was time for lunch, and he needed to wake the little one, or he’d miss his meal.

As Fu Rong approached, the boy, who had been watching so intently, looked up. Realizing it was his father’s boss, he felt a bit guilty and quickly put both hands behind his back to hide the tooth marks Chi Yan had left on his wrist. It was their little secret.

Noticing the boy’s small actions, Fu Rong guessed he was hiding something, but he didn’t worry about it and leaned down to pick Chi Yan up from the bed.

Chi Yan sleepily opened his eyes, saw it was Fu Rong, and dozed off again in his arms. Fu Rong carried him into the office, where lunch had been delivered from a nearby hotel.

The office had a special high chair, and Fu Rong placed Chi Yan in it to feed him. Mostly, Chi Yan fed himself, but half of the food ended up on the floor, leaving him barely eating anything.

Chi Yao, having nothing to do, dropped by to see his husband and son at lunchtime. When he arrived, he saw Fu Rong and Chi Yan eating and took a seat, mentioning he hadn’t eaten yet.

Fu Rong was about to order another meal, but Chi Yao took his chopsticks, picked up Fu Rong’s bowl, and started eating. Fu Rong, now without a bowl, chuckled and indulged his spouse.

The attentive assistant noticed Chi Yao eating and immediately ordered another meal.

Chi Yao finished Fu Rong’s food, sat beside Chi Yan, and gently held him to keep him awake despite his drowsiness. Chi Yan looked quite sad, struggling to escape, but Chi Yao wrapped his arms around him, stopping him.

Chi Yan reached out to Fu Rong for help, but Fu Rong just shook his head, smiling. In their family, mom was the boss, and he wouldn’t dare to cross her.

Chi Yao laid Chi Yan on the sofa, resting his face on the little one’s tummy, making him laugh and complain that “Daddy is being mean, Daddy is bullying me!”

Chi Yao grabbed Chi Yan’s little hands, laughing, “Yes, Daddy is bullying you. What are you going to do about it?”

Chi Yan looked shocked—was this really his dad? He thought he wasn’t the nicest kid, but his dad was even worse, constantly teasing him.

Chi Yan tried to grab Chi Yao’s hair, but Chi Yao saw it coming, caught his hands, and hugged him tight, then tickled him, making Chi Yan laugh until tears rolled down his cheeks.

Watching the heartwarming scene, Fu Rong shook his head, smiling.

The assistant came in to clear the dishes, and Fu Rong took the opportunity to rescue his son, who clung to his neck, refusing to acknowledge his “bad dad.”

“Chi Yao, you went too far, making him cry,” Fu Rong chided, surprised by Chi Yao’s recent habit of teasing their son just to see his helpless look.

“He’s my child. Why can’t I mess with him a little?”

The assistant, about to leave with the dishes, paused as he heard this, eyes widening—had Chi Yao just said the child was his?

The assistant’s neck went cold. He stiffly turned to Fu Rong, whose indifferent gaze made the assistant feel like he should disappear on the spot.

The assistant’s hand trembled as he hurriedly left with the dishes.

Chi Yao noticed the assistant’s reaction but wasn’t worried. He trusted the assistant to keep a secret, or he wouldn’t have lasted as Fu Rong’s assistant.

After a bit more play, Chi Yao stopped teasing the baby, and Fu Rong held him until he drifted to sleep. Chi Yao joined Fu Rong, casually resting his feet in his husband’s lap, prompting Fu Rong to massage his legs.

Fu Rong knew about Chi Yao’s lingering pain from childbirth. Chi Yao didn’t mind his scars, but Fu Rong’s expression when he saw them made him want to cover his husband’s eyes.

Fu Rong cherished Chi Yao and the baby, often taking over baby duties so Chi Yao could enjoy his freedom. Although the child clung to Chi Yao more, they all knew Chi Yao valued his independence, so Fu Rong and Chi Yan respected that boundary.

Especially now that the baby had grown stronger, with sturdy arms and legs, unlike before when he was more fragile. Now that the baby’s health had improved, Chi Yao’s playful side seemed to emerge, and he often engaged in playful antics with the baby. The baby couldn’t escape and had no one to turn to for help, so he would just endure it with teary eyes until Chi Yao had enough fun and let him go.

Although the baby would call Chi Yao “bad daddy,” he knew his dad treated only him this way, and he actually loved Chi Yao more than anyone else.

Speaking of that other little boy, his father discovered the bite mark on his wrist and asked who had bitten him. The boy refused to tell and even lied, claiming he bit himself. His father then asked around and found out that it was Chi Yan who had done it. The CFO immediately assumed his son must have done something wrong and took him to apologize to Chi Yan.

The boy insisted he had already apologized, and when his dad kept staring at him, he eventually burst into tears, explaining that he and Chi Yan were now friends, and he had been the one to tease Chi Yan first. His father became even more worried upon hearing that his son had been the instigator, knowing Chi Yao’s personality wasn’t one to take lightly.

So, the CFO brought his son to the office.

Chi Yan was asleep, and after listening to the boy’s story, Chi Yao pulled the boy over and inspected the bite mark on his wrist, remaining silent for a moment.

“Did he apologize to you?” Chi Yao asked directly. Whatever the situation, biting was unacceptable.

“Yes, Yan-Yan apologized, and he even cried. I made him cry,” the boy quickly defended Chi Yan, fearing Chi Yao might be angry with him. “It was my fault—I called him a little bunny instead of a tiger, so it’s on me,” he quickly explained.

He admitted that he liked to think of himself as a tiger, as tigers were so powerful.

Chi Yao brought the boy’s hand closer and blew gently on the bite mark. “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Yan-Yan also blew on it for me. Please don’t punish him; it was my fault.”

The boy’s father, who was listening nearby, raised a hand as if to reprimand his son, but Chi Yao’s calm gaze made him stop.

“He has a bit of a temper sometimes, so please be patient with him. If he bites you again, tell me, and I’ll make sure to teach him better manners,” Chi Yao said to the boy.

The boy was captivated by Chi Yao’s handsome face, thinking he looked even better than his dad. He found both Chi Yao and Chi Yan to be very good-looking.

“Here, I even let him bite this one,” the boy suddenly extended his other wrist, which bore a faint bite mark. Chi Yao raised an eyebrow and glanced at the CFO, who felt the urge to facepalm. When did his son start asking to be bitten?

“I’ll have a talk with him at home,” the CFO said, pulling his son back. “It’s definitely something we need to address,” Chi Yao replied, as letting others bite him was indeed an odd preference.

After they left, Chi Yao sipped some tea and went over to Fu Rong, who was working at his desk. Seeing Chi Yao approach, Fu Rong paused momentarily. Chi Yao sat sideways on his lap, prompting Fu Rong to move his water cup out of the way to avoid spilling anything on Chi Yao’s clothes.

“Am I disturbing you?” Chi Yao asked, already seated comfortably. Fu Rong hugged him and kissed his neck, leaving a light mark, almost as if taking a playful cue from Chi Yan.

“What, imitating your son now?” Chi Yao chuckled.

“I’m copying him? It’s the other way around—he takes after you. He’s already learned to bite people, and even those he bites still adore him.”

“I wasn’t nearly as likable as him when I was young,” Chi Yao replied, smiling. “If I picked a fight, it ended with the other kid in tears.”

Especially during middle school after his mother had passed away, many kids teased him about having a stepmother who wouldn’t love him. He’d gotten into several fights, landing a few kids in the hospital.

Fu Rong looked amused and playfully teased, “So, were you the type to pick fights and then play the victim?”

Chi Yao laughed, “Well, if you say so.”

“By the way, your birthday is coming up soon. Any specific gift in mind?” Fu Rong asked.

“Aren’t you supposed to plan a surprise for me?” Chi Yao tugged on Fu Rong’s ear with a mischievous grin.

Fu Rong caught his hand, realizing he hadn’t fully appreciated Chi Yao’s playful side before. But he didn’t mind being teased—he had his ways of getting back, after all.

He chuckled, “Anything that’ll truly surprise you?”

Chi Yao smacked him lightly, running his hand over Fu Rong’s handsome face. “You’d better think of something good, or you’ll be sleeping with your son tonight.”

Chi Yao used this to threaten Fu Rong.

Fu Rong responded by pressing a sensitive spot on Chi Yao’s back, causing Chi Yao’s body to weaken slightly.

Chi Yao glared at Fu Rong, who now imitated Chi Yao’s innocent look.

Chi Yao held Fu Rong’s face and kissed him.

Fu Rong held Chi Yao close, and the two shared an intimate moment.

Someone knocked on the door, and Chi Yao pulled away from Fu Rong, thinking it best not to show too much affection in public. Chi Yao went to check on the baby, who was still asleep, then lay down beside him and closed his eyes for a while.

In the afternoon, Chi Yao took the baby to a park where they had previously run into Shen Chong.

Afterward, Chi Yao found the contact information for the park’s manager, so they could visit the private garden anytime.

Chi Yao brought the baby there, and they strolled quietly. The baby enjoyed it, his interests aligning closely with Chi Yao’s.

There was a swing, and Chi Yao pushed the baby, who laughed happily.

Not long after, Shen Zhong appeared unexpectedly and approached Chi Yao and the child.

Chi Yao noticed Shen Zhong. This wasn’t just a coincidence.

Shen Zhong came over, and noticing Chi Yao’s look, he immediately explained, “Someone told me you’d be here.”

“Really?” Chi Yao smiled, though his expression was somewhat cold.

“I was just nearby, so I thought I’d stop by for an ‘accidental’ encounter.”

It wasn’t a chance encounter; he had come deliberately.

Chi Yao glanced over at the baby, who was now swinging on his own, no longer needing Chi Yao to push.

“Looks like Mr. Shen isn’t too busy?” Chi Yao replied casually.

Shen Zhong sat beside Chi Yao, close enough to almost touch, his gaze fixed on Chi Yao’s face.

“There’s something in your hair,” Shen Zhong hong said, moving close to Chi Yao, who briefly darkened his gaze but didn’t move away. Shen Zhong picked a small leaf from Chi Yao’s hair, likely one that had just fallen.

Chi Yao said a brief “thank you.”

“Have you ever considered separating from Fu Rong?” Shen Zhong asked bluntly.

Chi Yao almost laughed. He chuckled lightly. “I just got married to him.” Shen Zhong had even attended the wedding. Chi Yao stared at Shen Zhong, thinking he seemed normal—until now.

Was there something odd with the Shen family?

Chi Yao didn’t hide it; his eyes reflected skepticism about Shen Zhong’s sanity.

“I’ve never met anyone like you all these years. Even though you’re the person my younger brother likes, I’ll be honest—I find you intriguing,” Shen Zhong admitted.

At Chi Yao’s wedding, Shen Zhong had seen him cry, and those tears left a lasting impression on him that wouldn’t fade. Maybe they never would.

“What if I’d met you first and pursued you? Would you and your child have belonged to me?” Shen Zhong posed the hypothetical.

“No.” Chi Yao’s answer was swift and unyielding.

Shen Zhong paused in surprise, then laughed. “Why not?”

“You’re not my type,” Chi Yao answered frankly. Shen Zhong was undeniably handsome, equally as attractive as Fu Rong, with a comparable family background. But Chi Yao wasn’t interested, so none of that mattered.

“That’s… pretty straightforward.” Shen Zhong’s words were hurt, but his face showed no signs of offense.

Chi Yao could tell this man wasn’t genuinely in love; he was merely curious.

Even if it had been love, Chi Yao wouldn’t have accepted Shen Zhong.

The only person by his side would be Fu Rong.

“Fu Rong has everything—he now has you and a child. So much that anyone would be envious. Don’t you think one day fate might…?” Shen Zhong trailed off as Chi Yao interrupted.

“All of that is his by right, regardless of envy or fate. What’s his will always be his.”

Chi Yao abruptly stood up and walked over to the baby. Turning back, his gaze held cold authority. “There are some things I don’t want to hear. I’d appreciate it if Mr. Shen refrained from saying them in front of me.”

Chi Yao really didn’t understand where Shen Zhong got the confidence to think Chi Yao would ever leave Fu Rong for him.

Shen Zhong was outstanding, and anyone else might be tempted by him.

But, unfortunately, Shen Zhong was not even a contender in Chi Yao’s eyes.

Only Fu Rong had ever saved him and his child. No one else could take Fu Rong’s place.

Shen Zhong knew Chi Yao’s personality but was still taken aback by his bluntness.

He smiled, not entirely sure if he truly liked Chi Yao or if it was more about his brother, Shen Ling. Because of this man, Shen Ling had gone abroad, with his health slowly improving but still asking Shen Zhong about Chi Yao now and then.

Shen Zhong had assigned someone to follow Shen Ling, preventing him from returning home as he wished, while Chi Yao remained unfazed.

The three of them lived happily as a family.

Seeing that, Shen Zhong felt a sudden urge to disrupt it.

Shen Zhong abruptly moved past Chi Yao and, without warning, picked up the child who was sitting on the swing.

Chi Yao’s expression darkened instantly. His gaze grew icy, and he was prepared to do anything necessary, even if it meant crossing lines, should this man harm his child.

Shen Zhong, noticing Chi Yao’s defensive stance, chuckled.

Holding the small child in his arms, Shen Zhong noted the child’s striking resemblance to Chi Yao.

Just as Shen Zhong turned his head to speak to the little one, a small but forceful slap rang out as the child hit him square on the face.

Despite the child’s small hand, the slap was strong enough to leave Shen Zhong momentarily stunned, unused to such a reaction.