Not long after the show ended, Zhou Xu posted a photo on Weibo of the four kids pulling radishes. Under the clear blue sky, each innocent little face was filled with carefree joy.

Zhou Xu captioned it: [Our Xiao Qi also has his own happy little photo. @Singer Zhu Wei @Actor Chu Han, Yiming (weren’t you going to become famous? How about starting a Weibo first [beckoning finger][beckoning finger])]

[Is this taken with a kids’ watch from the show? Yiming’s dad has some photography skills!]

[A true master can use a kids’ watch? Kneeling slowly.]

[When I saw my wife finding angles to shoot, I knew it was something special, and indeed!]

[Stop being a backseat driver! (Calling Yiming, start a Weibo, post selfies with your little dad, and maybe even your big dad…)]

[Yiming, if you have Weibo, we can vote for you, hurry up and start one.]

Soon after, Zhu Wei and Chu Han also shared the photo on their Weibo. Especially Chu Han, who was usually more reserved, added many smiley faces, seemingly happy that Xingxing could blend into the group.

Not long after, a picture appeared in Zhou Xu’s comment section, tagging him. Because the image was so funny, fans and show viewers shared it across every guest’s comment section.

The picture was a parody of the famous painting “Liberty Leading the People” by French painter Delacroix, commemorating the French July Revolution. The figure holding the flag and raising their arm was perfectly replaced by Bo Yiming standing on a stool speaking in the show. Zhou Xu’s face was cleverly added among the revolution followers behind him.

Due to the hilarity of the photo, it quickly trended, with many show viewers, guest fans, and netizens interacting.

[Just thinking about Yiming being half French makes it impossible not to laugh.]

[Hahaha, what a ridiculous joke.]

[Delacroix: Hello, netizen, wait for me to kick open my coffin and find you.]

[Zhou Xu! Do you feel the call and guidance? Yiming is calling OK.]

Zhou Xu also reposted the photo: [Yiming, your life photo, Uncle saved it for you.]

He even sent the photo to the parent group, tagging Yiming’s dad. However, Wen Cishu was napping and didn’t see the picture immediately. His health wasn’t as robust as he imagined. 

Although it seemed like he was just engaging in small activities at the farm these days, the constant talking and interacting during the day drained a lot of his energy. 

Once home, Wen Cishu fell into a deep sleep. The two doctors took turns checking his pulse and listening to his heart, but he didn’t wake up. Fortunately, there was nothing abnormal with his heart. Doctor Lin, the Chinese medicine practitioner, prescribed a calming soup for Aunt Zhong to prepare for him to drink before bed.

The bed at home was much larger than the one on the show, making Wen Cishu appear even more slender. Half of his pale face was buried in the blanket, his breath faint, evoking a sense of pity.

Aunt Zhong brought a warm towel, and Bo Tingyuan reached out to take it, “I’ll do it.” She intended to wipe the second young master herself, but hearing this, she had to step outside.

Though the mansion was in a bustling area, it was surrounded by greenery, exceptionally quiet. In the afternoon bedroom, with heavy velvet curtains drawn, it felt as tranquil as midnight.

Wen Cishu’s skin was as thin as rice paper, his features like a painting on it, beautiful. Whenever he slept deeply, Bo Tingyuan always felt a sense of time standing still, like when he first met him on the bustling streets of Paris. A moment became eternal.

A sleepless night made Bo Tingyuan realize that even just one night apart was unbearable. As the towel cooled, Bo Tingyuan’s fingers lingered at his brow, and after a long pause, he slowly leaned down.

—

Wen Cishu had an unusually gentle dream. In it, Bo Tingyuan held his face, kissed his forehead, and spoke to him in French: [From now on, I will take the place of your parents and brother to care for you, never betraying, abandoning, or causing you any suffering.]

When he suddenly opened his eyes, only a sliver of twilight remained in the room, and he seemed to still hear Bo Tingyuan’s deep, sexy voice speaking French. 

Back then, Bo Tingyuan was young, far from the imposing presence he had now, yet handsome enough to make Wen Cishu’s heart race.

Aunt Zhong, watching over him with love and gentleness, called softly, “Second Young Master?”

“Mm.” Wen Cishu slowly propped himself up, and Aunt Zhong helped him. He took a sip of warm water, recalling the dream, realizing it wasn’t a dream but a forgotten wedding scene. 

Years ago, he and Bo Tingyuan had their wedding at a lakeside castle in France. In a hall filled with red roses, Bo Tingyuan had made the same promise he heard in the dream. 

Ten years later, Wen Cishu thought, Bo Tingyuan had done even better than he promised. 

Aunt Zhong pulled up the blanket, asking, “Why are you lost in thought?”

“Aunt Zhong, where’s my wedding ring?” Wen Cishu wondered, “The one I wore every day after we got married.”

Aunt Zhong carefully recalled. It wasn’t her fault for not remembering; the wedding was grand, with a long span from the engagement party to the official wedding, and the Bo Family sent heaps of jewelry to the Wen Family. There were naturally several engagement and wedding rings.

She remembered, “When you had Yiming, one morning you said the ring was tight on your finger, uncomfortable, so you took it off.”

“Where did I put it?”

“I’ll go look for it.” Aunt Zhong got up to search.

The jewelry Wen Cishu brought after the wedding and the novelties Bo Tingyuan gifted were stored in a special room. The room was filled with a Chinese-style precious jewelry cabinet, crafted by a master hired by the Bo Family patriarch, with treasures from inside out.

Aunt Zhong didn’t find it in the ring section, nor in the other small cloisonné enamel cabinets. She came out empty-handed.

“I’ll ask Old Xu later. He should know.”

Seeing Wen Cishu slightly frown, she reassured him, “Don’t worry, Old Xu is sharp-eyed and meticulous. If a needle drops in the mansion, he knows where it is. It won’t be lost.”

Wen Cishu’s hand covered the white jade bracelet on his wrist, rubbing it firmly. The jade, warm with body heat, was incredibly smooth, silently reminding him of something.

Actually, Uncle Xu didn’t often enter this room; it was mostly Aunt Zhong and Bo Tingyuan who did. Wen Cishu had a suspicion. His gaze slowly moved to the silk screen door between the two bedrooms.

Perhaps it was the overly solemn Chinese decor, or the dim lighting in the room at the moment. This room gave Wen Cishu an inexplicable sense of authority, like a cold forbidden place, just like Bo Tingyuan himself stepping out from behind that door.

Wen Cishu withdrew his gaze, looking at the delicate bracelet, “Aunt Zhong, don’t ask yet, let me think.”

He stretched lazily, “I’m hungry from sleeping, let’s go have dinner.”

Aunt Zhong helped him downstairs.

—

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Wen Cishu saw Little Monkey with wet hair. 

“What were you doing? Why is your hair still wet?”

He took the towel from Uncle Xu and dried the child’s hair. Uncle Xu smiled, recounting the little young master’s activities: playing tennis, feeding horses at the stable, swimming at home, and just having a bath. His energy amazed Wen Cishu.

Wen Cishu dried his hair and ruffled it, “Let’s have dinner quickly. Where’s your big dad?”

Uncle Xu: “The eldest young master went to the company.”

Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming went to the dining room and sat down to eat. Bo Yiming’s eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious roast goose.

“By the way, Little Dad~ Grandpa Xu said Big Dad watched our live stream all night and didn’t sleep.”

“Really?” Wen Cishu looked at Uncle Xu, a bit surprised.

“Yes.” Uncle Xu served two small bowls of rice, “The eldest young master was worried.”

Wen Cishu thought, yet he showed no signs of fatigue this afternoon. What a body of steel!

He looked at the cheerful Little Monkey, grateful for inheriting Bo Tingyuan’s healthy genes.

Bo Yiming had just picked up a piece of roast goose when he felt his little dad’s gaze. Thinking he wanted it too, he quickly placed it on his little dad’s plate.

“Little Dad, you have this piece.”

“Good boy.” Wen Cishu didn’t refuse, dipping it in sauce and putting it in his mouth. 

Master Chen’s skills were top-notch. Just one small piece of roast goose, with crispy skin and tender meat, dipped in plum sauce, burst with perfect flavor on the tongue, not greasy at all, filling the mouth with aroma.

However, for Wen Cishu, one piece of roast goose was enough. Even if it was Master Chen’s, two pieces at most, any more would be too oily.

Next to Bo Yiming was a small bag, round and fist-sized. Wen Cishu guessed, “Yiming, are you planning to keep carrying your little potato around?”

Bo Yiming swallowed the delicious roast goose. “Little Dad, I don’t want the little potato to spoil. Do you have any good ideas?”

Wen Cishu sipped some clear soup, thoughtfully resting his chin in his hand. “How about we find a small patch of land at home and plant it? That way, it won’t spoil, and you can water it every day and watch it grow.”

“Great!”

Bo Yiming picked up the little potato, imagining it taking root and sprouting at home, bearing fruit like on the farm, finding it very interesting.

“Shall we plant it after dinner?”

“Mm…”

Though Wen Cishu had the idea, he didn’t really know how, “Dad will look up how to plant it online.”

Aunt Zhong refilled his soup, teasing, “I’m right here, and you don’t ask me.”

Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming both laughed.

Bo Yiming was thrilled, “Awesome, Grandma Zhong, teach me and Little Dad!”

—

After dinner, Aunt Zhong found a suitable container and instructed the father and son on what to do. Wen Cishu used a small knife to cut the potato at the sprouting points. 

Bo Yiming, wearing disposable gloves, placed each potato piece into the pot, covering them with a thin layer of soil and watering them.

Aunt Zhong said, “In a few days, check for sprouts. Once they sprout, you can plant them in the ground.”

Bo Yiming happily asked Uncle Xu, “Grandpa Xu, can you help me find a good spot?”

Wen Cishu was speechless. Anyone who didn’t know might think they were planning a grand burial for the potato.

After planting the potatoes, the father and son went to wash their hands. Bo Yiming stayed close to Little Dad, watching the warm water wash away the suds between his fingers, then looked up at Little Dad.

Wen Cishu blinked, “What’s up?”

Bo Yiming leaned against Little Dad, enjoying doing these things together.

Wen Cishu dried his hands, hugged him, and ruffled his hair. As kids grow older, they won’t cling to their parents like this, so he cherished this tender time.

“How about Dad helps you with your homework?”

As soon as he said it, the little guy in his arms stepped back, then another step.

“Little Dad, I’m already nine, I can do my homework myself!”

Bo Yiming said as he turned and ran, his voice trailing off.

Wen Cishu: Tsk, my unnecessary fatherly love.

He leisurely returned to the second-floor bedroom, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and finally saw the “Liberty Leading the People” in the group chat, unable to hold back his laughter.

[@Teacher Zhou, sorry I was asleep all afternoon, just woke up a bit. I’ll let the person involved appreciate it later.]

Zhou Xu: [No worries, it’s fine.]

Zhu Wei: [Yiming’s dad, are you not feeling well? You seemed tired today.]

Wen Cishu was touched: [Just a rare outing, a bit draining, but a nap helped. Thanks for your concern, Sister Wei.]

Chu Han: [Yiming’s dad calls me Teacher Chu, but calls Teacher Zhu Sister Wei.]

Wen Cishu chuckled at his phone, [No, no, Teacher Chu is Sister Han.]

Chu Han sent an old-school emoji of [You and I raise a glass, sharing prosperity].

Wen Cishu thought, Teacher Chu was calm and gentle on the show, but surprisingly cute and humorous in private.

Zhou Xu: [What about me?]

Wen Cishu: [Teacher Zhou, you seem younger than me, are you sure you want me to change how I address you?]

Zhou Xu: [Then keep calling me Teacher Zhou, I’ll take advantage, haha.]

[Let me show you what Xiao Qi had us do when he got home today.]

A cute 3D cloud photo frame popped up on the screen, with the photo of the four kids pulling radishes in the center.

Chu Han: [So cute!]

Zhu Wei: [What a coincidence!]

She also sent a printed photo, pinned on Rongrong’s photo wall. The photo was in the center, clearly Rongrong’s favorite.

Wen Cishu was infected by this cute atmosphere and couldn’t help but share the story of planting potatoes with Bo Yiming, bringing a laugh to everyone.

Suddenly, Wen Cishu thought of someone, opened his WeChat, and typed:

[Uncle Xu said you didn’t sleep all night, don’t overwork yourself, come home and rest early.]

Thinking it was awkward, he retracted the message and rephrased it: [Are you done? Come home early.]

A few minutes passed with no response. Wen Cishu thought he must still be busy. 

Just then, the door opened, and in came Bo Tingyuan, his expression calm, his green eyes behind cool glasses looking straight over, with a hint of chill.

Wen Cishu tossed his phone aside. 

—Fine, more unnecessary concern.

Bo Tingyuan noted his complexion, rosier than when he left, with a lively sparkle in his phoenix eyes. He closed the door and walked in.

Wen Cishu’s keen sense of smell caught a faint scent of alcohol as he approached, possibly whiskey or some other strong liquor. 

He asked, surprised, “Did you drink?”

Drinking after a sleepless night isn’t good for the body, right? 

Though Bo Tingyuan showed no signs of fatigue, Wen Cishu was vaguely worried. Even the strongest constitution can’t withstand constant wear and tear, especially with unspeakable ailments.

Hearing this, Bo Tingyuan paused at the foot of the bed, not moving closer.

“I’m going to take a shower, you look first.”

He placed a document at the corner of the bed and turned towards the screen door.

“Oh.”

Wen Cishu was too focused on his face to notice the document, surprised it was for him. Curious, he jumped up, muttering playfully, “Let me see what this is~”

Bo Tingyuan, having just opened the screen, glanced back at the bed. 

Under the milky white light, Wen Cishu’s slender body sank into the soft bedding, his long hair casually tied in a loose bun, strands falling along his graceful neck.

The silk pajamas followed the gentle curve of his back, the gold-threaded hem heavy, sliding forward at his waist, revealing a sliver of snow-white skin.

Bo Tingyuan’s gaze quickly withdrew when it met the curve of his rounded hips, pushing the screen open forcefully and stepping inside.