After Bo Yiming finished his bath and waited for his little dad to finish washing up, he changed the four-piece bedding set that had already been taken out. 

The audience was initially discussing whether a nine-year-old could change a duvet cover. It turned out that what he took out wasn’t a duvet cover but a compressed quilt that could be laid out directly once opened. 

The little guy bounced around on the bed playfully, and just like that, the bed was made. The soft and fluffy bedding looked super comfortable, even through the screen. 

[Yi Ming is awesome, so lively and sensible, a cheerful kid that everyone would love as a son or a friend.] 

[Is this an ad for the bedding set? Yi Ming, tell me what brand it is!] 

When Wen Cishu stepped out of the bathroom, his long black hair was tied into a loose, slightly messy bun at the back of his head, with a few strands rebelliously hanging down his neck. His pearly white silk pajamas clung lightly and softly to his skin. 

His cheeks, still a bit flushed from the steam, made his black hair and eyes look even more like a meticulously painted artwork. 

Although Wen Cishu was slender, he was a full 1.8 meters tall, and his straight shoulders filled out the soft, form-fitting pajamas, highlighting his narrow waist. 

[Aww, what fair skin and beautiful looks, such a slender waist and long legs, I’m clucking like a chicken at my wife.] 

[Such a sweet and soft wife, I could kiss you to death!] 

Bo Yiming stood at the foot of the bed, raising his hands excitedly, “Little dad, I got it all done!” 

Wen Cishu walked over, touched the neatly made bed, then looked up at the little monkey standing above him, smiling and praising, “Mm, Ming Ming, you’re the best.” 

Under the light, Bo Yiming’s eyes, glowing with a golden hue, stared blankly for a moment before he shyly flopped onto the bed, raising one foot and hugging the soft pillow. “Oh~” 

Wen Cishu noticed his ears seemed to turn red and laughed as he ruffled the back of his head. 

A little monkey with a red face. 

So cute. 

He pulled back the covers and sat down. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.” 

“Mm~” Bo Yiming knelt up and helped pull the covers, “Little dad, aren’t you going to read? There’s a book in the suitcase.” 

Wen Cishu turned his head to adjust the pillow and asked, “Did big dad put it there?” 

“Mm.” Bo Yiming said as he was about to get it. 

Wen Cishu held his arm, “Daddy’s a bit tired today and wants to go straight to sleep. Is that okay?” 

Bo Yiming tilted his head, observing carefully, and realized that little dad did seem a bit tired. After the heat on his face faded, his skin seemed almost transparent. 

“Then little dad, go to sleep quickly.” 

He helped little dad lie down, gently arranging the long hair that fell to one side, as if afraid of pulling it. 

Wen Cishu closed his eyes and softly said, “Yi Ming, if you feel bored, you can go play with Xingxing?” 

Earlier after dinner, Chu Han had mentioned that they stayed up late, so if the two kids wanted to play together, they could go anytime. 

“I’m not bored.” 

Bo Yiming’s tone was as usual, but his voice was much lower. 

“Little dad, go to sleep, no talking.” 

Wen Cishu didn’t say anything more. Once he lay on the comfortable bed, drowsiness seeped in, and his consciousness gradually drifted away. 

Bo Yiming knelt beside his little dad, rearranging his hair according to his own ideas. 

Before long, he was done, and he quietly retreated a bit, his face filled with joy as if admiring a carefully crafted piece of art. 

Wen Cishu’s phoenix eyes were closed, his long, dense black eyelashes resting on his jade-like skin, his features clear yet extremely gentle, like a beauty from a traditional Chinese painting. 

The audience watching the live stream immediately got what the little guy meant. 

[Aww, it’s Sleeping Beauty little dad!] 

[It’s a traditional Chinese Sleeping Beauty! My wife fits my imagination of an ancient handsome man, biting the corner of the quilt and rolling around like crazy.] 

[Yi Ming, you know how to pamper the audience, sister loves you, loves you, loves you~] 

[Yi Ming: I inherited a third of this top-tier looks~ Proud!] 

Wen Cishu fell asleep early, unaware that he had become a trending topic and headline on various platforms. 

#Parent-Child Variety Show Sleeping Beauty# 

#Chinese Sleeping Beauty Little Dad# 

Viewers from external platforms flocked to “assess” the looks, creating a late-night peak in live stream viewership, leaving the program staff in disbelief. 

So this is what it’s like to have a guest with “built-in traffic.” 

The most special thing is, this guest is truly a pure amateur with no backing. 

Who knows how much time passed. 

Bo Yiming, wrapped in the quilt and snuggled against his little dad, mumbled in his sleep, “Roast… goose… delicious… mm… delicious…” 

Many viewers, still awake in the middle of the night, heard this. 

[Yi Ming, be honest, were you staring at the goose during the day because you wanted to take a bite?] 

[I can’t believe I missed this scene?] 

[When Zhou Xu took Yi Ming and them to catch ducks.] 

[Oh, oh, oh, I was watching my wife fish, hehe.] 

– 

Outside the farm. 

The program staff was even more surprised: they originally thought Wen Cishu’s family would go home at night, but instead, two larger, more luxurious, and comfortable RVs arrived slowly. 

Bodyguards and aunties tidied up, clearly planning to stay overnight with the father and son from the program. 

In the latter half of the night. 

Under the night sky, with the bright moon hanging high. 

The window of one of the white RVs was still lit. 

Sitting on the wide sofa, Bo Tingyuan, after washing up, wore the same silk pajamas as Wen Cishu, in a dark blue tone. 

In the dim light of a night lamp, he seemed enveloped in a thick fog, with only his pair of deep green eyes reflecting the light from two screens at different angles. 

Without glasses to block them, his eyes were fully and deeply imprinted with Wen Cishu’s profile. 

On the table was a pair of frameless glasses casually tossed aside, the temple resting against a small white medicine bottle. 

Bo Tingyuan pinched his brow hard, yet still gazed longingly at the person on the screen. 

His fingertips didn’t hold back, leaving the skin on his brow red from the pressure. 

Anxiety and unease seeped into every breath. 

His jaw clenched unconsciously, making him look like he was trying hard to suppress some kind of frenzy. 

A few minutes later, his quick grab for the medicine bottle declared his complete failure at self-control. 

Bo Tingyuan quickly poured out two pills and downed them with bottled water. 

Even while tilting his head to drink, his eyes remained fixed on the sleeping Wen Cishu. 

The medication swallowed with warm water couldn’t save him, as if only the person on the screen was the true remedy. 

After drinking half the bottle of water, Bo Tingyuan’s restlessness was subdued, calmness gradually returning as he glanced at the nearly empty medicine bottle. 

With a deep breath, he put on his glasses, resting them on his high nose bridge. 

As the lenses covered his eyes, the gloomy fog seemed to slowly dissipate. 

Bo Tingyuan picked up his phone and made a call. 

The other party answered quickly, a deep-voiced middle-aged woman speaking in English: [Hello, Mr. Bo, how have you been feeling lately?] 

Bo Tingyuan: [Doctor Xu, please help me get a bottle of medicine as soon as possible.] 

[What?] 

Doctor Xu’s voice became slightly tense: [Under normal circumstances, the last prescription should last until the end of the year. Did something unexpected happen? Have you increased your dosage? Is the condition suddenly worsening?] 

Bo Tingyuan’s gaze fell on the face on the screen: [No, nothing unexpected.] 

Doctor Xu’s tone was stern: [Mr. Bo, as an adult, you should understand that hiding sudden situations can lead to misjudgment by the doctor…] 

Bo Tingyuan: [I will control the medication.] 

Under a strong pressure, Doctor Xu knew that as long as he didn’t want to reveal more, he wouldn’t say another word. 

[Alright, I’ll have it sent to the mansion tomorrow. But before the end of the year, you must come for a check-up.] 

[Mm.] 

After hanging up, Bo Tingyuan returned to silence. 

He had just instructed his assistant to turn off anything that might make noise, leaving only his own breathing and the seemingly audible breathing of Wen Cishu. 

Gentle, warm, as if right by his ear, slightly dispelling the floating anxiety in his world. 

– 

At dawn, the sky was tinged with a pink veil of morning glow. 

The round sun gradually rose from the horizon. 

Uncle Xu, habitually an early riser, first went to Bo Tingyuan’s RV. 

He found the eldest young master staring intently at the screen, his eyes red with fatigue. 

Even though Bo Tingyuan’s posture remained upright, never showing a hint of dejection or lethargy, 

Uncle Xu could truly feel that he seemed to have endured a night of torment, like a fierce trapped beast facing an unprecedented crisis. 

The last time Uncle Xu saw a similar scene was when the little young master was born. 

His gaze slowly turned to the two screens. 

One camera showed the sleeping profile of the mister; 

The other captured both the mister and the little young master. 

Uncle Xu approached with concern, “Eldest young master? Did you not sleep all night?” 

Bo Tingyuan moved his dry lips, his voice sounding as if it came from deep within his chest, extremely muffled. 

“I forgot to tell Yi Ming,” 

“What?” 

Even though Uncle Xu was probably the person who understood the eldest young master of the Bo Family the most, he was a bit puzzled at this moment. 

Bo Tingyuan: “His little dad shouldn’t sleep on his side.” 

Uncle Xu tasted the authoritative yet reproachful tone, his heart pounding: “The little young master is only nine years old, he can’t think of everything, eldest young master, don’t…” 

Before the words “get angry” could be said, Bo Tingyuan looked up, his eyes behind the cool lenses meeting his. 

Uncle Xu instinctively stopped. 

Bo Tingyuan looked back at the screen, his youngest son curled up in a small ball against his little dad’s back. 

Just like Rongrong, who always clung to Zhu Wei’s clothes in the show, he was a little tail. 

He said slowly, “Invite Master Chen from Li Ji to come over and prepare roast goose at home.” 

His tone was back to normal, as if what just happened was Uncle Xu’s illusion. 

Uncle Xu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had misunderstood the eldest young master, and smiled, nodding, “Alright, I’ll contact him right away. The mister also loves to eat a few more pieces of meat with Master Chen’s homemade plum sauce.” 

Uncle Xu returned to the RV and contacted Master Chen, who was in the south. 

Aunt Zhong, listening nearby, reminded, “Ask Master Chen to bring some fresh soup ingredients from their restaurant.” 

Uncle Xu relayed everything and also contacted the private jet team to bring Master Chen over immediately. 

Later, he brought breakfast to the eldest young master, informing him that everything was arranged. 

“By the time the show ends and you get home, Master Chen should have a table of dishes ready.” 

He could already imagine the little young master jumping for joy at the sight of the roast goose.