In the evening, after Bo Yiming went to take a bath, Wen Cishu called Uncle Xu to understand the situation and realized it was the little one’s prank.

He wondered, “Wasn’t everything fine when we got back from the show?”

Bo Tingyuan had invited Master Chen to make roast goose at home, and the little one even knew to thank him. Even at Grandpa’s birthday party, the little one pulled both dads to dance, but then he was left alone when they returned home…

But that shouldn’t be a reason for conflict, right?

Wen Cishu pondered, unable to figure out the reason.

Uncle Xu worried that overthinking might be bad for his health.

“Sir, the eldest young master isn’t really angry. He just asked me to deal with the lemons and went to the study to work.”

Wen Cishu knew that after Bo Tingyuan carried him back to the room, he said the same thing.

Uncle Xu added, “The day after tomorrow, you and the little young master have to be on the show again. The eldest young master will definitely accompany you, so he can’t go to the company, which is why he’s extra busy these days.”

“Right.” Wen Cishu realized.

He lowered his eyes, rubbing the bamboo bracelet on his wrist, unsure how to advise Bo Tingyuan not to stay up late.

Just by looking at his face, you could tell he wasn’t someone easily persuaded.

Outside, there was the sound of bouncing, unmistakably the little monkey returning from his bath.

Wen Cishu sighed helplessly, “Always wound up like a clockwork toy.”

Uncle Xu couldn’t help but chuckle.

That description fit the little young master perfectly.

The bedroom door opened a crack.

Bo Yiming’s rosy face peeked in, his amber eyes darting around.

Clearly, he was scanning for any danger signals.

Once he confirmed the room was safe, Bo Yiming relaxed and pushed the door open.

At that moment, a deep voice came from behind.

“Looking for me?”

“Whoa—ahhh—”

With a series of yelps, Bo Yiming stiffened, jumping across the living room.

He leaped onto the bed, scrambling to hide beside his little dad, curling up like an ostrich.

“Little Dad, protect me, wah!”

Wen Cishu placed a hand on his back, soothing him, “Alright, alright, Little Dad’s here.”

He glanced at the man bending to pick up a small slipper.

—Strange, why didn’t he use the room’s screen and instead went around to the bedroom door?

Could he have been waiting to scare the little monkey?

The thought seemed too out of character for Bo Tingyuan, so Wen Cishu dismissed it.

Uncle Xu quickly said, “I’ll go check the items you need for the show.”

Wen Cishu nodded, watching the man slowly approach the bed.

Bo Tingyuan was still in his shirt and vest from earlier, but now his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. One hand held a slipper, the other casually in his pocket, walking with a relaxed air.

Wen Cishu noticed a rare ease in his steps and expression, as if teasing his son had relieved some tension, softly asking, “Finished with work?”

“Yeah, going to wash up.” Bo Tingyuan placed the slipper by the bed, moving his son aside and leaning him against the headboard.

Bo Yiming quickly pulled up his blanket, wrapping himself tightly like a cocoon, eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

Wen Cishu couldn’t help but smile at the scene.

When he looked up, he saw Bo Tingyuan watching him, as if wanting to say something.

He slightly restrained his smile, questioning with his eyes.

Bo Tingyuan didn’t say much, just, “Sleep.” He ruffled his son’s messy hair, “Be good.”

“Okay.” Bo Yiming opened one eye, watching Big Dad disappear behind the screen, then quickly turned to snuggle into Little Dad’s arms, whining, “Mommy~ Big Dad scared me!”

Worried Big Dad might come back, he cautiously checked, then buried himself in the blanket on Little Dad’s chest, “Mommy~ Mommy~”

Wen Cishu, having no way with him, hugged him through the blanket. Once he was satisfied, he pinched his little face, “Dad has a question for you.”

“Hmm?” Bo Yiming looked up, blinking.

He inherited his dads’ looks, with mixed genes giving him thick, curly lashes like little fans.

Wen Cishu thought, as a child, he was as cute as a little angel, but now he’s grown into a wind-up monkey.

He pulled his son to lie on the pillow, gently holding him with one arm.

“Be honest with Dad, why are you suddenly at odds with Big Dad? Is it because we forgot to call you to ride with us on Grandpa’s birthday?”

“Nope.”

Bo Yiming wriggled around, finding the most comfortable position, his leg touching Little Dad’s through the blanket, secretly comparing lengths.

He turned back, softly saying, “Little Dad, can you pat me like when I was little?”

Wen Cishu’s hand gently patted him. “Then be good and tell Dad.”

“It’s just…”

Bo Yiming happily nestled in Little Dad’s arms, grumbling his grievances.

“Last year, Big Dad and I agreed to have a horse riding competition. He promised we’d find time this year, and he wouldn’t go easy on me. I brought it up recently, but Big Dad keeps making excuses to delay. Hmph!”

Wen Cishu caught the emphasis in his words, asking, “Excuses?”

Bo Yiming lifted his face, seriously counting on his fingers.

“The first time he said he was too busy, no time. So I waited. The second time, he said after the show. But I found out recently, he never planned to compete with me. Hmph! Big Dad is a big liar.”

Wen Cishu calmed the increasingly agitated little one.

“Yiming, why do you insist on competing with Big Dad in horse riding? Your Big Dad rarely goes to the stables.”

“But Big Dad is still amazing. The instructors always mention him. And—”

Bo Yiming lifted his head again, like a little rooster.

“Big Dad was playing with world champions at nine. I’m nine now too.”

Wen Cishu, hearing his confident reasoning, gently reassured him, “If you want to play with world champions, tell Big Dad. He’ll invite them for you. But for a real competition, you’re still young, it’s not safe. Big Dad worries about you getting hurt.”

Bo Yiming pouted, his cheek puffed, burying his face beside Little Dad.

“But… but Big Dad never shows his true skills when riding with me. He doesn’t respect me!”

Wen Cishu finally understood, slowly saying, “You call yourself the future heir of the Bo Family. If you fall at the stables, wouldn’t Big Dad be worried sick? Little Dad would faint, right?”

Bo Yiming, hearing this, peeked at Little Dad, as if assessing the likelihood of him fainting.

Wen Cishu waited for him to process the meaning.

After a while, Bo Yiming softly said, “Little Dad, I won’t get hurt, so don’t faint, okay?”

Wen Cishu smiled, tapping his nose, “Alright~ Little Dad practices Tai Chi every day, staying healthy.”

Bo Yiming’s eyes lit up, immediately hugging Little Dad, “Then I’ll practice Tai Chi with you every day starting tomorrow.”

Wen Cishu kissed his fluffy hair, silently hoping:

Please forget this after a good night’s sleep!

–

The next morning.

Without a reminder, Bo Yiming voluntarily joined him for Tai Chi.

Throughout, Bo Yiming was calm and patient, his movements precise, earning praise from the Tai Chi master.

Wen Cishu felt a slight headache.

—Such a good memory, why not use it for learning vocabulary?

After Tai Chi, Wen Cishu invited the pastry chef to teach them how to make afternoon desserts.

Bo Yiming stuck to his little dad like glue, refusing to leave.

He asked the chef for the same set, wanting to make it himself, smiling up at Little Dad, “Little Dad, I’ll let you taste my dessert first.”

“Okay. Dad’s looking forward to it.”

Wen Cishu said gently, but couldn’t help gripping the mixing stick tightly, stirring the cream cheese vigorously:

What’s going on?

Why mention “first” again!

Why didn’t last night’s “Little Dad’s counseling” work at all!

“Uh, sir?” the pastry chef gently reminded,

“It’s almost ready, add some fine sugar now.”

“Okay.”

Wen Cishu silently released his grip, following the chef’s instructions.

Bo Yiming, mimicking, picked up a small spoon, pointing to the distant window, “Little Dad, did you know? Yesterday, Big Dad saw me but didn’t let me in.”

Wen Cishu couldn’t help but interrupt, “Sweetie.”

In front of the pastry chef and the aunties, Bo Yiming shyly and happily looked at Little Dad, “Hmm?”

Wen Cishu said, “The chef is teaching, let’s not chat, okay?”

“Oh!” Bo Yiming loved chatting with Little Dad, forgetting the chef could hear, nodding obediently.

“Okay, I’ll tell you secrets at bedtime.”

His handsome face broke into a cute smile.

Wen Cishu’s hand trembled, spilling a spoonful of sugar: Alright, listening to your child is every parent’s duty.

They learned to make Basque cake.

Wen Cishu chose a slightly bitter tea flavor, while Bo Yiming made a lemon one.

Once done and in the fridge, Wen Cishu, with a caring father’s heart, asked, “Yiming, why the sudden love for sour things?”

Bo Yiming, thinking he was cool, winked at Dad, “I want Big Dad to know I’m determined to compete with him!”

Wen Cishu: “…”

He worried Bo Tingyuan might never eat lemon madeleines again, associating lemons with the little monkey’s pranks.

But maybe that would make Bo Tingyuan smile knowingly?

–

Afternoon.

In the Bo Family’s iconic building, Shengyuan Tower, over 500 meters tall with more than 80 floors.

As the helm of the Bo Family’s commercial empire, both the late Old Master Bo and now Bo Tingyuan worked on the top floor.

At this moment, Bo Tingyuan finished a long meeting, sitting in his office chair.

He removed his frameless glasses, rubbing his brow, his gaze falling on a photo frame, quietly looking at the serene, beautiful face in the picture.

In the past, Wen Cishu was always sickly, his eyes weary, uninterested in everything.

It was rare to find a photo with a smile.

Recently, Wen Cishu had changed a lot, especially after joining their son on the show.

Bo Tingyuan noticed he always smiled gently like a spring breeze, his gaze full of love for everything around him—including him.

“Knock knock knock.”

From afar, the office door sounded.

Bo Tingyuan slowly withdrew his hand from the photo, putting his glasses back on.

“Knock knock knock.”

Usually, the office assistant wouldn’t keep knocking.

Bo Tingyuan walked over, opening the door.

A tall, thin figure jumped into view, “Big Dad, I brought you dessert!”

“What brings you here?”

Bo Tingyuan, always calm, showed no surprise or shock at seeing his little son.

Bo Yiming shrugged, holding a box like a little adult, “See, Big Dad wasn’t surprised.”

He observed intently, concluding, “Maybe a bit disappointed.”

“Not disappointed.” Bo Tingyuan reached to ruffle his son’s hair, but he playfully dodged back.

Outside the office wall, Wen Cishu walked over, wrapping an arm around the little monkey’s shoulder, smiling gently, “I came with Yiming.”

He pointed to the dessert box in the child’s hand, “We promised yesterday to make something for your afternoon tea.”

Wen Cishu wore a white casual hat, the wide brim and light mask covering half his face.

His eyes, especially the graceful phoenix eyes, framed by two arcs, stood out vividly.

Bo Tingyuan gazed at his brows, pausing for a few seconds, then realizing they were at the office door, quickly glanced at his son on tiptoe, observing his dad.

“Let’s talk inside.”

His expression remained calm, voice steady.

As they walked in, he naturally placed a hand on Wen Cishu’s shoulder, stepping in together.

Bo Yiming followed, whispering.

“Little Dad, see, Big Dad smiled when he saw you.”

Wen Cishu glanced at Bo Tingyuan:

Where?

Still the same cold look.

Albert, who secretly escorted the VIP guests, retreated successfully.

He closed the door, signaling the nearby assistants:

No gossiping!

But not gossiping about the boss’s family at such a time was against human nature, so everyone tacitly began typing furiously.

[Oh my gosh, first time, first time ever!!!! So many years!!!!]

[The little one and the beauty from “The Baby is Superman” are Bo’s family? Damn, I know such a secret? Won’t I be assassinated on my way home?]

[Seeing the beauty up close, so elegant, like old money from eighteen generations ago.]

[Ahem, folks, I met him at the elevator, he even smiled at me, so gentle. But he’s really tall, definitely 1.8 meters.]

[Standing next to Bo, he has that little bird relying on a person vibe.]

[Didn’t expect Bo, always like a suit thug at work, to be tenderly hugging his wife.]

Albert, sitting down, felt the air thick with strong, complex gossip vibes.

He shook his head helplessly, preparing to serve tea.

–

Inside the office.

Bo Yiming eagerly opened the dessert box. “Big Dad, don’t worry, I didn’t swap Little Dad’s cake.”

Wen Cishu wanted to smack him, can’t you just forget it?!

He pushed the small plate with the tea-flavored Basque cake to Bo Tingyuan, “Try it?”

Bo Yiming barely sat on the sofa when he sensed Big Dad glance at him.

Surprised, he looked over.

“Big Dad, do you need your adorable little son to disappear?”

Tilting his head, acting cute, blinking furiously.

Wen Cishu: “…”

Bo Tingyuan gestured to the window, giving his mischievous yet smart son clear instructions, “Go look at the view.”

“Alright, alright.”

Bo Yiming bounced up, running over, amazed, “Wow, can’t see any view.”

Today, the sun was weak, clouds thick, the floor too high, like standing in the clouds, only seeing other skyscrapers’ roofs.

But Bo Yiming didn’t return, playing with his watch camera.

On the sofa, Wen Cishu leaned on the armrest, smiling lightly, noticing Bo Tingyuan watching him, reminding, “Try it? If you don’t like it, I’ll learn something else next time.”

Does that mean if it’s good, there won’t be a next time?

The hardest decision Bo Tingyuan ever made might be now.

He picked up the silver dessert spoon, tasting the cake.

“How is it?” Wen Cishu leaned closer, “Is it to your taste?”

With a slight move, he was pulled closer by the shoulder, looking up to see him silent, couldn’t help but urge softly, “Hey, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me. If it’s not good, let Yiming eat it.”

Hearing this, Bo Tingyuan raised an eyebrow, rarely teasing, “Didn’t he have enough at home?”

“…”

Wen Cishu’s eyes flickered, couldn’t help but give him a sideways glance.

Alright, alright, you two really are father and son, truly connected.

Bo Tingyuan’s green eyes quietly watched, slightly lost, the vibrant expression before him far more wonderful than the sweet yet not greasy cake.

Later, Bo Tingyuan enjoyed the cutest little dessert with the coffee brought by the assistant, having the most perfect afternoon tea of his life.

By the large office windows, Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming leaned on the inner sill, overlooking the bustling city below the clouds.

When they left, Bo Tingyuan picked up the white hat, gently placing it on his head, careful not to press his hair.

Wen Cishu quickly glanced at the documents on the desk, “Is there a lot of work today?”

If he’s going to the show with them tomorrow, he might have to work overtime.

Bo Tingyuan: “Yeah, I’ll try to come home early.”

Wen Cishu saw he didn’t release his loose hold, as if seeing a trace of longing in his eyes behind the glasses.

He pressed his soft lips, hugging him briefly, whispering, “I’ll wait for you at home.”

But as he leaned in, Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly, pressing close.

The little monkey was still there.

Wen Cishu gently pushed him, signaling to let go.

Bo Tingyuan seemed unfazed, slightly lowering his head, his nose brushing his ear, deeply inhaling, taking in his faint fragrance.

As Wen Cishu stepped back, still savoring the brief but intimate hug, he saw their adorable little son standing by.

Bo Yiming pretended to look at the sky, muttering, “It’s okay. I don’t have anyone to hug, it’s totally fine.”

Wen Cishu laughed, reaching to hug him, but Bo Tingyuan was quicker, bending to embrace his son.

Bo Tingyuan, being very tall, made Bo Yiming look especially small, like a beast hugging its cub.

His large, strong hand rubbed his son’s shoulder, advising, “If anything happens, tell me directly, don’t tattle to Little Dad.”

Though in Wen Cishu’s eyes, it was a tender moment.

But in Bo Yiming’s eyes, it wasn’t a simple farewell hug, it was Big Dad “yielding” to him.

“Oh~”

Bo Yiming wagged his nonexistent tail, grabbing Little Dad’s hand, “I’m so sensible, of course, I won’t tattle~ Right, Little Dad?”

“Right, you’re the best.”

Wen Cishu was amazed by this child’s antics, where did he learn such a personality?

Bo Tingyuan escorted them down, returning to the office only after they got in the car.

–

In the car.

Bo Yiming excitedly called Xingxing, sharing their day’s activities.

Wen Cishu comfortably leaned back, lazily watching the red light through sunglasses.

He thought, this kid and Xingxing really hit it off. Maybe he should forget the original book’s setting and let them develop freely.

As for Bo Tingyuan…

At that moment, a few people appeared on the crosswalk ahead, carrying a long billboard.

The ad seemed aimed at parked drivers, perfectly timed with the traffic light, moving as slowly as ants.

Wen Cishu found it amusing, focusing on the ad.

“For men’s health, visit Bo’ai—professional specialists, expert consultations.”

“Effectiveness is the real deal!”

The banner moved so slowly, Wen Cishu read it clearly, thinking: How is this different from sticking it in my face?

While lost in thought, he heard the little monkey excitedly discussing a cartoon plot on his watch.

“I think it’s an important hint, Xingxing, pay attention!”

Hint?

Wen Cishu suddenly looked at his son, then at the unbelievably slow-moving ad banner.

Could this be a hint from the original author?