Even Sweeter—Afternoon Treats

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After school in the afternoon, Chi Yao came to pick up the little guy when a boy suddenly approached, lifting his chubby little face towards Chi Yao. Seeing Chi Yan’s dad, who was also so handsome, the boy felt jealous compared to his own plump dad.

He even thought about wanting Chi Yao to be his dad, so he could always be with Chi Yan, and Chi Yan would surely smile at him.

“Uncle, my birthday is next month. Can I invite you and Chi Yan to come?”

If he asked Chi Yan directly, the boy wouldn’t be that foolish, knowing he would be refused, but Chi Yan’s dad was different. He was particularly gentle, and his smile was especially nice; he never spoke harshly to anyone.

Surely Chi Yan’s dad would agree, and once that happened, Chi Yan wouldn’t say anything either.

The boy’s little scheme was quite clever.

Chi Yan suddenly turned around, pulling on his dad’s hand, and gave the boy a fierce glare. The boy immediately shrank back, and there were still marks on his face from where Chi Yan had hit him.

“Sure, I’ll go,” Chi Yao nodded, agreeing to attend the boy’s birthday party. He then noticed something unusual about the boy’s cheek and asked, “How did you get hurt? Did you fall?”

The boy immediately averted his gaze, not wanting to look at Chi Yan anymore.

With just that little movement, Chi Yao understood what was happening without the boy needing to say it outright.

“Chi Yan, tell me what you did,” Chi Yao squatted in front of his baby and held his hand.

Chi Yan was quite clever now, immediately saying, “He pulled my hair, and he wanted to dirty my clothes. He’s so bad and tried to bully me.”

“So you hit him?” Chi Yao guessed that it wasn’t a light hit, considering it left a mark on the boy’s face.

When the boy’s parents came later and saw their child hurt, they would surely be unhappy.

“What did Daddy say before?”

Chi Yao let the baby answer for himself.

“You can’t hit others, you can’t make others cry.”

“But Dad, he bullied me first,” Chi Yan insisted.

He wasn’t wrong; if someone bullied him, he had to hit back right away, or others would think he was easy to pick on. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt him, and he wanted to grow up quickly to protect his dad.

Chi Yan was confident he wouldn’t be wrong about the people here. Once his dad arrived, everyone gathered around him, sweetly calling out “Uncle” in a sugary tone. Daddy was especially gentle and smiled at him.

Chi Yan was unhappy, feeling that they were trying to take his dad away from him.

“I don’t like them; they all want to take Daddy,” Chi Yan pounced into Chi Yao’s arms, hugging his neck tightly.

“Hey, Daddy is mine; you can only watch.”

Chi Yan turned to the people behind him, including the boy he had hit.

Chi Yao learned the details and confirmed with the boy again. Seeing Chi Yao’s beautiful face and gentle voice, the boy spilled everything.

He says he likes Chi Yan, but Chi Yan always ignores him. He smiles at others but not at him.

The boy is jealous of them.

Chi Yao walked over and touched the boy’s face. “His temper is like mine, not very good. If you have any thoughts, just say them directly. Don’t beat around the bush. If you like him next time, just say you like him. Don’t pull his hair.”

“Got it?”

The boy looked up at Chi Yao’s face, tears shimmering in his eyes, and he nodded, choking back a sob.

“I’m sorry, Uncle. I won’t bully Yan Yan anymore.”

“Don’t call me that.” Chi Yan walked over, grabbed Chi Yao’s hand, and possessively hugged his dad while glaring at the boy, warning him not to use his nickname.

At that moment, the boy’s mother arrived. Since they all lived nearby, it was easy to know each other’s identities. When she saw her son’s eyes were a bit red, she walked over, ready to scold whoever made her child cry. Upon approaching, she found it was Chi Yao. He was quite popular among the parents in the community; he grew up to be incredibly handsome, and people couldn’t help but take a second glance at him.

The boy’s mother approached and lightly slapped her son’s head, then greeted Chi Yao.

She bent down to talk to Chi Yan.

Chi Yan’s expression was cold, showing no signs of friendliness.

The boy’s mother turned to ask her son if he had bullied Chi Yan and noticed the bruise on his face.

Her heart sank.

“There was just a little conflict between the two kids, but it’s all been explained now,” Chi Yao explained.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure my son started it. Mr. Chi, your child is so adorable.”

Chi Yao smiled, took his son’s hand, and said goodbye to the boy as they walked home.

It was not far, just a ten-minute walk, and Chi Yao slowly walked home with the baby.

“Dad, I won’t hit people randomly anymore.” Chi Yan noticed his dad suddenly fell silent and had a neutral expression, realizing that his dad must be unhappy.

Chi Yao stopped. There weren’t many people around, so he pulled the baby over and sat him on the flowerbed by the roadside.

“You can hit,” Chi Yao suddenly said.

“Eh?” The baby was surprised.

“But remember, you can’t hurt people,” Chi Yao said with a smile.

“How do I… control?” The baby was not quite sure how to express that.

“You can’t hit someone’s face; that’s too obvious. You can kick their legs or their stomach.” Chi Yao was surprisingly teaching the baby how to hit someone.

“But isn’t hitting bad?” The baby’s big dad had warned him multiple times not to hit randomly.

Chi Yao used to say that hitting others was something naughty children did.

“If someone bullies you and intentionally hurts you, making you unhappy, then you can hit back.”

“You can’t hit someone for no reason.”

“You need to differentiate between the two.”

The baby thought for a moment and felt like he understood.

“So today, I was right to hit him?” The baby asked with his innocent face raised.

“Hitting the face is not right,” Chi Yao said.

“Okay, then next time I’ll kick him.” The baby laughed, already clenching his small fist.

Chi Yao grabbed the baby’s fist, opened his fingers, and gently tapped the baby’s palm.

“If they didn’t bully you, you can’t hit them. Also, you shouldn’t bully those weaker than you,” Chi Yao educated him.

“Hmph.” The baby pouted, prompting Chi Yao to pinch his cheek.

“Dad, you always get bullied by big dad. How come I’ve never seen you hit him?”

The baby suddenly brought this up. Once, when he went to find his dads, big dad answered the door, and he heard Chi Yao crying a bit.

The baby was quite curious.

“Dad loves him, so he won’t hit him.”

Chi Yao picked the baby up and walked in the direction of home.

“Oh, so you can’t bully someone you like, no matter what?” the baby asked.

“But it’s not right; big dad bullies you.”

The baby couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“That’s not bullying; that’s love,” Chi Yao explained.

The baby widened his eyes and placed his small hand on Chi Yao’s forehead.

“Dad, you’re not sick, are you?” As soon as he said this, Chi Yao flicked the baby’s forehead, and the baby exclaimed.

As they reached the outside of the community and were about to enter, a car drove up next to them, and Fu Rong got out.

The man was dressed in a suit and looked quite handsome, causing passersby to glance at him instinctively.

Fu Rong walked toward Chi Yao and the baby, knowing it was around the time the baby got out of school.

When the baby saw Fu Rong, he spread his arms and happily shouted, “Big dad!”

Fu Rong picked the baby up and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Your son hit someone again,” Chi Yao said with a smile.

“Why?” Fu Rong asked the baby.

“He bullied me, bad person,” the baby replied confidently.

Fu Rong looked at Chi Yao, who explained, “The other boy pulled his hair, and Chi Yan ended up hurting his face.”

Fu Rong raised his eyebrows. “He hit that hard?”

The baby was already capable of hurting someone.

“That kid likes Chi Yan. Seeing Chi Yan play with others and not with him, he got jealous and wanted to bully Chi Yan to get his attention.”

“Speaking of which, I used to do the same when I was little. But I would hit people after school until their parents came to pull me away, hahaha.” Chi Yao laughed at the memory of his childhood.

Fu Rong sighed and shook his head inwardly, unsure whether Chi Yao’s approach was good or bad.

However, it did give him some reassurance that the baby wouldn’t throw tantrums for no reason. He only hit back when others bullied him and made him unhappy.

That seemed reasonable, but he should take it easy.

“Big dad, I won’t hit people next time,” the baby promised, adding silently in his heart that he wouldn’t hurt anyone’s face.

Chi Yao and his son exchanged a knowing glance, their little secret.

Fu Rong couldn’t help but notice this small interaction. There was nothing he could do; Chi Yao’s personality was unchangeable, and the baby was spoiled by them. No one should bully him.

If anyone really did bully him, Fu Rong and Chi Yao wouldn’t let it slide. Their precious child, pampered in their hands, should never be bullied.

Back home, the baby loves to draw, and the family has bought him plenty of drawing supplies. The baby is in his small room drawing and playing, while Chi Yao and Fu Rong sit on the couch in the living room. Fu Rong takes a fruit knife and starts peeling an apple for Chi Yao, who turns on the TV to watch the news. Fu Rong feeds him pieces of the apple, and Chi Yao opens his mouth to take them.

After eating a few pieces, Fu Rong suddenly leans in, pinches Chi Yao’s chin, and kisses him.

After tasting the sweetness in Chi Yao’s mouth, Fu Rong pulls back and smiles, “So sweet.”

Chi Yao’s eyes change slightly as he takes Fu Rong’s hand and places it under his shirt.

“There’s something even sweeter here. Do you want to taste?”

Fu Rong’s gaze drops lightly, smiling, “Yes, give it to me.”

“Okay.”

In the next moment, Chi Yao is picked up by Fu Rong and carried into the elevator, where they continue kissing.

Once they are back in the room, Chi Yao sinks into the soft quilt, and a handsome face comes close. The sky outside is still bright; night hasn’t fallen yet.

“Want to try some afternoon sweets?” Chi Yao’s eyes are slightly tinged with a tempting blush.

Fu Rong goes down, unbuttoning Chi Yao’s shirt, revealing his “sweets.”

With his lips, he lightly tastes them, and Chi Yao grabs Fu Rong’s hair. Since Fu Rong’s hair is short, Chi Yao can’t hold on well and ends up grabbing the pillow instead. Fu Rong lifts his eyes, looking up at his wife, a smile brightening his gaze.