“The Baby is Superman” supplementary agreement? Wen Cishu was surprised as he flipped through the document, quickly skimming over it. Everything else seemed normal, except for the guest compensation part, which would increase by five million.

Wen Cishu wasn’t short on money, but since this was his first time earning a reward through “labor,” he was naturally overjoyed. He couldn’t help but turn over with the document in hand, lying on the bed, and glanced at the luxurious and exquisite Chinese-style screen.

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When Bo Tingyuan walked out of the bathroom, he vaguely heard Wen Cishu’s voice, his clear and pleasant tone mixed with a hint of joy.

Wen Cishu: “You little dummy, of course, it was your big daddy who helped us negotiate.”

Bo Tingyuan pulled open the screen and saw the person lying on his back, holding a phone and talking.

Hearing this, Wen Cishu glanced at him, remembering he still needed to ask about the ring, and said to Little Monkey, “Alright, finish your homework and go to sleep quickly~”

From his tone, Bo Tingyuan felt a warmth like winter sunshine.

Wen Cishu hung up the phone and was about to get up, but Bo Tingyuan had already walked to the bedside and leaned down to embrace him.

He smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, the usual fragrance of Bo Tingyuan’s shower gel and shampoo. Sandalwood naturally has a restrained and steady aroma, and when it emanated from Bo Tingyuan, it unexpectedly carried a cool undertone, both dignified and ascetic.

By the time Wen Cishu realized it, his lower back was supported by Bo Tingyuan’s broad palm. The warmth from his palm seeped through the thin fabric of his pajamas, leaving a scorching imprint on his skin. He unconsciously arched his back slightly.

Bo Tingyuan’s eyes, like a green glacier, seemed to glide over a stream of broken ice in early spring. He steadily held the person in his arms and placed him at the head of the bed, his voice as low as usual: “Is there nothing you want to ask me?”

At this moment, they were too close. Wen Cishu, enveloped in the sandalwood scent, couldn’t help but feel puzzled: They say this fragrance is the best for calming the mind and soothing the soul, so why was he feeling so restless and uneasy now?

He steadied himself, as if controlled by those mysterious green eyes, and mechanically asked, “Did you, did you go negotiate with the program group?”

Wen Cishu had already forgotten how confidently he had told Little Monkey on the phone earlier, but now he was overly nervous, to the point of being illogical.

“I had Albert go negotiate.”

Bo Tingyuan watched him closely, trying to find a trace of joy in his dark eyes. Wen Cishu felt the warmth in his embrace, and even the chest in front of him was radiating a steady heat. He was at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond, and after a while, he managed to say two dry words: “Thank you.”

His eyelids drooped slightly, and he wondered, why was Bo Tingyuan looking at him so deeply tonight? Had he drunk too much?

He sniffed lightly, but Wen Cishu couldn’t detect any lingering scent of alcohol. Bo Tingyuan’s fingers brushed aside the fallen long hair, slowly smoothing it over his thin shoulder.

[Tonight, a few friends gathered to bid farewell to a friend, and they drank a bit more.]

The low, sensual voice mixed with warm breath made Wen Cishu’s gaze on his shoulder shift slightly. —How did he know he was thinking about “alcohol”?

Wen Cishu thought for a moment, since he was willing to explain for once, he couldn’t let his words go unanswered. He nodded lightly and said warmly, “Hmm, your health too…”

He almost bit his tongue, changing his words at the last moment, speaking incoherently, “I mean, even though you’re in good health, you shouldn’t stay up late and drink. After all… after all, Yiming is still young, only nine years old, he can’t… I mean…”

He was flustered by his own words, and in a moment of panic, he lifted his face to meet the eyes right in front of him. Again, he was being watched silently.

If it weren’t for those frameless glasses always reflecting cold light, Wen Cishu would have thought he was being seduced into committing a crime. His slender fingers instinctively gripped the blanket, unable to bear it, he lowered his eyelashes again: “I didn’t mean it that way. I hope you’re healthy. We… we can watch Yiming grow up together, even get married.”

This was the first time Bo Tingyuan heard him say these words, words that were also in his heart. Just as he was about to place his hand on Wen Cishu’s thin shoulder, he noticed him suddenly staring at his neck.

Wen Cishu’s gaze was curious, looking at the necklace faintly visible beneath his pajama collar. The platinum chain was well hidden by the clothes. Or rather, Bo Tingyuan always wore his pajamas so properly that Wen Cishu hadn’t noticed he was wearing a necklace before.

The chain hung naturally, and there should be a pendant below. On a whim, Wen Cishu thought of the “missing wedding ring” and instinctively reached out to try to pull open the pajamas to see clearly. But as soon as his wrist was lifted, it was enveloped by a broad palm.

Wen Cishu snapped back to reality, realizing what he was doing. Wouldn’t it be misunderstood as trying to undress him?

“Uh.”

Bo Tingyuan naturally held his wrist and placed his hand back under the blanket, then stepped back and pulled the blanket up to cover him: “Sleep early.”

Wen Cishu thought, this mute can actually speak, like just now about the “drinking” thing. Maybe he needs someone to ask?

He leaned against the pillow, looking up at the man who was about to return to his room, and asked directly: “Have you seen my wedding ring?”

After speaking, he clearly saw a glint flash across Bo Tingyuan’s glasses. He was certain Bo Tingyuan knew where the wedding ring was. His slightly upturned phoenix eyes were filled with anticipation, waiting for him to speak.

“No.”

Bo Tingyuan, as usual, tidied the blanket, his expression calm, “I’m going to rest. Goodnight.”

Wen Cishu: You can choose to be mute, can’t you?!

But as the tall figure walked towards the screen, entering that forbidden-like bedroom, for some reason, he quickly said, “I wasn’t complaining about the smell of alcohol just now.”

The voice was light and fluffy, like a cloud casting a round shadow on the lake.

“Hmm.”

Bo Tingyuan paused, just about to savor the softness and cuteness of that cloud, when he heard a small noise outside the door.

“Knock knock~ knock knock~”

A rhythmic, cheerful knock on the door. It was obvious who it was.

Bo Tingyuan turned to open the door: “Yiming?”

“Big Daddy!” Bo Yiming carefully held a tray, with a porcelain bowl of hot herbal soup and a small cup of osmanthus honey water on it. He slowly walked into the room.

Aunt Zhong followed in the hallway outside. She explained, “Eldest young master, this is the calming soup Doctor Lin instructed to brew before he left, to be drunk before bed.”

“Hmm.” Bo Tingyuan acknowledged.

Wen Cishu sat up: “Thank you, Mingming baby, but why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Bo Yiming safely placed the tray on the bedside table, then snuggled up to his little daddy’s leg, leaning against him through the blanket.

“Little Daddy, I’m so happy. In a few days, we’re going to be on the show again, I can’t sleep. I can’t wait for Saturday.”

Wen Cishu smiled, thinking this child must really like the excitement.

Bo Tingyuan thought of the upcoming show, his already calm expression darkened a bit, but it quickly softened again because of the smile on Wen Cishu’s face.

Bo Yiming knelt up, carefully holding his little daddy’s hair while he drank the medicine: “Little Daddy, drink the honey water.”

Actually, the herbal medicine sent to Wen Cishu was never too bitter. Now thinking about it, someone must have instructed Doctor Lin to add a few non-conflicting herbs to each dose, specifically to dilute the intense bitterness.

Wen Cishu thought, he must have been blinded by pig oil before, not being able to figure it out. Thus, he couldn’t be too harsh on Bo Tingyuan for keeping secrets.

He took a sip of osmanthus honey water, letting it linger on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing. Wen Cishu caught a glimpse of Bo Tingyuan still in the room, and said to Little Monkey: “Daddy’s herbal medicine isn’t that bitter, and with honey water, it’s even sweeter, don’t worry.”

Bo Tingyuan’s brow slightly raised.

“Hmm.” Bo Yiming leaned against his little daddy’s leg, playing with the silky black hair, “Little Daddy, I want to sleep with you tonight like on the show?”

After all, he’s only nine, and when he acts cute, it’s adorable. He sneaked a glance at Big Daddy, and before Big Daddy could speak, he flipped over and hugged Little Daddy’s waist, shaking: “Little Daddy, please!”

The long hair behind Wen Cishu’s shoulder fell in sections, shining with a lustrous glow under the light.

“Okay~”

Bo Tingyuan didn’t say anything, just instructed: “Yiming, don’t crowd your little daddy.”

“Hmm!”

Bo Yiming happily snuggled in his little daddy’s arms, acting spoiled, talking about planting potatoes, and eagerly anticipating them sprouting, “I hope I wake up tomorrow and see them sprouted! Little Daddy, have you ever seen sprouted potatoes?”

“Um…” Wen Cishu thought seriously, “I don’t think so. But Daddy knows that sprouted potatoes can’t be eaten, they’re toxic.”

“Wow, Little Daddy is amazing.”

Bo Tingyuan closed the screen, unconsciously standing still, not leaving immediately. The father and son’s light laughter and conversation were warm and bright.

Wen Cishu glanced at the screen, as if seeing a shadow beneath it. He suddenly thought, maybe sleeping in separate rooms wasn’t to separate him, but Bo Tingyuan personally locking himself in the “forbidden area.”

But he spoke a few words today. It’s always a good sign.

Wen Cishu hugged the little cub’s shoulder, “Alright, Daddy’s going to wash up, we’ll rest in a bit.”

Bo Yiming sat up as Daddy got up: “Little Daddy, can I tell you a fairy tale? In French.”

“Sure, your grandma used to love telling Daddy French fairy tales, they’re very soothing.”

Wen Cishu’s voice, mixed with laughter, entered the bathroom. He remembered another thing, standing at the door, looking back at his son.

“By the way, Yiming, did you tell Big Daddy about your grandpa’s birthday?”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yiming hugged the soft pillow, nodding obediently, “Big Daddy said he’s already prepared a gift for me to take. Big Daddy isn’t going. Little Daddy, will you go?”

Since he could remember, every year on Grandpa’s birthday, he went alone. Although he could take on the responsibility of being the family’s little representative, he also hoped for Daddy’s company.

“I see.”

Wen Cishu glanced at the screen. The matter between Bo Tingyuan and his father was also a tangled mess. Specifically, there were many past events that Wen Cishu didn’t know about.

—Maybe he could learn more about Bo Tingyuan from Yiming’s grandpa?

He agreed: “Then Daddy will go with you.”

“Great.” Bo Yiming happily bounced, “Grandpa will be especially happy to see Little Daddy, he’ll play the piano and dance.”

Every time Grandpa got happy during holidays, he’d play the piano and even pull him to dance in circles, completely unlike the reserved Chinese person he knew, more like a passionate and carefree Frenchman.

After washing up, Wen Cishu walked back to bed, thinking: It’s best to inform Bo Tingyuan about going to the birthday party tomorrow, not knowing how he’d react.

He lay down and said to his son: “Come on, Daddy will listen to your French fairy tale.”

Bo Yiming carefully pulled up the blanket, the warm scent making him feel cozy and peaceful. He sat up seriously, tilting his head to recall the fairy tales stored in his brain in French: “Um…”

Three minutes later: “Um…”

It wasn’t that he suddenly couldn’t speak French, mainly he couldn’t tell stories.

Wen Cishu, with his eyes closed, couldn’t help but curl his lips.

Bo Yiming: “Little Daddy, maybe we should just sleep. Otherwise, Big Daddy will definitely say I’m not being good and take me out.”

Wen Cishu laughed, bending to hug the adorable big baby.

“Alright, sleep, Mingming little dummy.”

Bo Yiming turned off the light, muttering as he hugged Little Daddy’s arm: “Little Daddy, can you not call me that when there are people around?”

Wen Cishu thought, this kid is quite concerned about face, must have inherited it from your Big Daddy.

“Got it, when there are people around, you’re Daddy’s Mingming little treasure.”

Tonight, Bo Yiming was so happy he could burst with bubbles.

In the bedroom separated by a screen, Bo Tingyuan leaned on the bed, his gaze quietly fixed on the “come home early” on his phone screen. His fingers slightly lifted, touching the pendant of the necklace through his pajamas.