The next morning.

Bo Yiming’s study.

A tall and slender figure was practicing calligraphy while standing. He should have been sitting properly, but in less than half an hour, it was as if the chair had thorns, and he couldn’t sit still, changing positions eight hundred times in ten minutes. 

Wen Cishu saw this and told him to stand up and write. 

Bo Yiming was full of complaints, but he was also worried about his “entertainment career,” so he didn’t dare to voice his grievances. 

He sneaked a glance at his little dad, puzzled as to why his little dad suddenly cared so much about his studies. 

Usually, didn’t his little dad always say: as long as he’s healthy, everything’s fine? 

Wen Cishu sat by the window, lazily leaning against a rosewood armrest, looking as if he had no bones. 

Outside the window were lush green plants, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, creating a soft and dappled effect. 

In front of him was a plate of sliced seasonal fruits and a book titled “Health and Tai Chi.” 

With his long fingers, he held a jade book pointer with a Ruyi pattern, leisurely flipping a page, and said in a light tone, “Don’t look at me, focus on the words.” 

“Oh.” 

Bo Yiming had never heard his little dad speak to him like this before. What’s going on?! 

He pondered, about to write a vertical hook stroke, when the ink-dipped brush tip suddenly trembled. 

He couldn’t believe it and looked up at his little dad. 

Did something happen between the two dads? 

Otherwise, why was his little dad acting so out of character? 

Bo Yiming was already in second grade at school, surrounded by classmates with divorced parents. 

His amber eyes stared at the crooked calligraphy in front of him, which increasingly looked like “you’re going to be a single-parent child.” 

Before he could react, an auntie walked in and said, “Sir, the eldest young master is in the study and asks you to come over for some business.” 

“Okay.” Wen Cishu remembered what they had discussed last night. 

Bo Tingyuan was a man of his word, so it seemed there was already some progress. 

As Wen Cishu stood up, his long black hair cascaded down his shoulders. 

He leaned back, casually using the book pointer as a hairpin to tie up his hair. 

Before leaving, he placed the fruit plate on the desk and instructed Bo Yiming, “Practice for another fifteen minutes, hang in there.” 

“Mm!” Bo Yiming nodded vigorously, pretending to continue writing. As he saw his little dad’s figure slowly leaving, he dropped the brush and went downstairs through another door. 

He found Uncle Xu and asked, “Grandpa Xu, what’s up with my little dad?” 

“What’s up with what?” 

Uncle Xu had just come out of the kitchen and, seeing his fingers stained with ink, took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe them. 

Uncle Xu used to work for the old master of the Bo Family, and when Bo Tingyuan got married, he was assigned to take care of things. 

He had watched Bo Yiming grow up from birth. 

Since he was unmarried and childless, he treated this child as his own. 

Bo Yiming couldn’t quite explain, so he asked, “Why didn’t my big dad go to the company today? Isn’t he busy?” 

“Of course, he’s busy.” 

Uncle Xu pointed in the direction of the eldest young master’s study, “Albert just went up with a lot of documents.” 

He was referring to Bo Tingyuan’s assistant, Albert. 

Albert had a Chinese name, but Uncle Xu preferred to call him that. 

The words “a lot of documents” entered Bo Yiming’s ears and, after a complex and precise translation, turned into—”divorce agreement,” “property division document,” “custody agreement.” 

The young boy jumped up, startling Uncle Xu. 

He steadied Uncle Xu, “I’m going to check it out!” 

One day, when he holds a concert, both dads must sit side by side in the VVVVIP seats! 

– 

When Wen Cishu entered the study, he heard two voices conversing in English. 

No matter what language was spoken, Bo Tingyuan’s deep voice always carried an undeniable authority, making it easily recognizable. 

The other person was his assistant, Albert. 

If Wen Cishu remembered correctly, Albert had been working with Bo Tingyuan since their time in Europe and later followed him back to join the Bo Family’s business. 

As Wen Cishu appeared, the two paused their conversation. 

Bo Tingyuan’s dark green eyes behind his glasses gave him a faint glance. 

Wen Cishu, who usually let his long hair fall, had it tied up in a rare bun, revealing his slender, snow-white swan neck and making his soft, rosy lips even more prominent. 

Bo Tingyuan stood up and gestured for Albert to move to the sofa for their discussion. 

As he got closer, he noticed the hairpin in Wen Cishu’s hair. 

He focused on the pattern, confirming it was indeed the Hetian jade book pointer he had chosen the year before. 

At the time, the auction house had sent a catalog, and he had selected a few items to be sent to Wen Cishu. 

Back then, Wen Cishu hadn’t shown much excitement, only asking Aunt Zhong to keep them safe. 

– 

As soon as Wen Cishu sat down, Bo Tingyuan placed a soft cushion behind his waist. 

Assistant Albert also approached from the table, placing a tablet on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

He smiled at the young man, who, despite his frail appearance, couldn’t hide his noble demeanor, “Mr. Wen, you look well today.” 

He clearly remembered that many years had passed since he first met Wen Cishu, yet Wen Cishu seemed like a celestial being nurtured in a deep mansion, untouched by the world, unchanged. 

Wen Cishu smiled slightly, “Yes, I’ve been feeling quite good these past two days.” 

He then turned to Bo Tingyuan, “Is it about what we discussed last night?” 

“Yes.” Bo Tingyuan picked up the tablet and opened a file for him. 

Wen Cishu, with sharp eyes, had already noticed the organized program materials. 

His left shoulder leaned closer to Bo Tingyuan as he seriously examined the images and text on the screen. 

Bo Tingyuan, who had intended to hand over the tablet, instead kept it in front of himself, his right hand loosely wrapping around Wen Cishu. 

With his tall stature and broad frame, the gesture seemed to completely envelop the slender Wen Cishu. 

Wen Cishu didn’t notice these details, only expressing slight surprise, “Are there really so many programs suitable for kids now?” 

Albert explained, “Yes, every TV station and online platform is constantly coming up with talent shows and variety programs to boost ratings. I’ve already filtered out the similar ones and those with average production quality.” 

“Okay, let me take a look.” Wen Cishu swiped past the “Youth Singing Talent Show” category. 

To be honest, he thought sending their Little Monkey to sing would only torture the judges and audience. 

Some youth sports competition programs, however, seemed worth considering. 

But Little Monkey might not like them. 

Albert added, “There are also some trainee selection activities from companies, but they don’t have specific requirements. However, if selected, it would directly affect the young master’s school schedule, so I didn’t include them.” 

“Yes, we can’t interfere with school.” Wen Cishu nodded, his fingers sliding to the “Parent-Child Variety Show” category. “There’s even a parent-child program?” 

He grew more interested, “Parent-child travel, I might be able to join in the fun too.” 

Albert was about to explain when Bo Tingyuan’s fingers moved slightly. 

He silently got up and left the study first. 

In the hallway, Albert bumped into Bo Yiming, who was sneakily trying to eavesdrop. 

He looked at the young boy, already quite handsome for his age, and smiled, “Little young master, what’s going on?” 

With the excellent soundproofing at home, Bo Yiming naturally hadn’t heard anything. 

He hesitated, unsure if he should ask Uncle Albert. 

Albert actually had a thought he hadn’t voiced earlier: with the little young master’s mixed-race looks, he wouldn’t even need to sing or dance to be a hot commodity. 

The moment he appeared, it would be like tossing a small piece of bread into a koi pond, with hundreds of koi swarming over. 

If those agency bosses knew his family background, they’d probably want to worship him as a little god of wealth. 

Bo Yiming shook his head, deciding to observe the situation himself. 

“Uncle, you know my big dad well. Do you think he’d agree to let me enter the entertainment industry?” 

Albert gestured with his eyes towards the door, smiling as he lowered his voice, “Don’t worry, he’s discussing it with your little dad right now.” 

“Really?!” Bo Yiming’s amber eyes sparkled brightly. 

Inside the room, Wen Cishu was studying several programs, comparing different situations, and only after a long while did he realize the man beside him hadn’t spoken. 

He sat up straight, lifting his gaze to meet the authoritative eyes, unconsciously lowering his voice as if negotiating, “What do you think about me accompanying Yiming to participate in a program?” 

Under the bright gaze of his black eyes, Bo Tingyuan hesitated for a second. 

“Your health isn’t suitable for exertion.” 

The small spark that had just ignited in Wen Cishu’s black eyes was extinguished with a sizzle by his words. 

He lowered his head to continue looking at the tablet, muttering softly, “I’ve heard that since I was a kid.” Tired of it. 

A few seconds later, he realized—oh, it wasn’t for him to play, it was to help the kid choose a program. 

His eyes glanced at Bo Tingyuan’s long fingers holding the tablet, feeling a bit guilty. 

At this moment, the little monkey at home burst in. 

“Dad!” 

It was unclear who he was calling. 

Both dads looked up simultaneously. 

Bo Yiming excitedly jumped onto the sofa next to his little dad. 

Wen Cishu hadn’t reacted yet when the man on his left side pulled him aside. 

Bo Yiming was about to hug his little dad’s arm, but his big dad beat him to it, holding his little dad and moving to the opposite sofa. 

“Little dad, can I join the program now? The auditions are about to end.” 

Wen Cishu quickly spoke before Bo Tingyuan could, “Yiming, your big dad and I are thinking of switching you to a different program.” 

He handed over the tablet, “Look, how about this one?” 

Bo Yiming quickly scanned the images and text on the screen, “Wow? With other celebrities? Really?” 

Seeing that the little cub seemed easy to persuade, Wen Cishu felt relieved. 

“Each program also requires selection. It’s not just about signing up; you need to be chosen. Yiming, do you have confidence?” 

“Of course I do!” Bo Yiming laughed, hugging the tablet and falling back into the sofa, “Little dad, no matter what program, I’ll definitely get selected.” 

Wen Cishu was puzzled: Who did this little guy inherit his inexplicable confidence from? 

“Now you need to ask your big dad if he agrees for us to go.” 

“Huh?” Bo Yiming thought it was a done deal, but it turned out his big dad hadn’t even voted? 

He could only sit up straight again, putting on a pitiful expression, looking at the particularly serious head of the family. 

“Big dad?” 

Facing two faces with a three-point resemblance, Bo Tingyuan noticed the anticipation and hope shining in their eyes. 

Unconsciously, he recalled last night when Wen Cishu tugged at his sleeve… 

Wen Cishu, seeing him seemingly making a decision, felt his heart tighten. 

If possible, he also wanted to accompany the little cub out to play. 

Bo Yiming only saw the word “opposition” written in his big dad’s deep eyes, and his expression fell. 

“I’ll have Albert help you sign up first. If the program group invites you, I’ll agree.” 

Before Bo Tingyuan could finish his sentence, the little monkey across from him was already excitedly jumping over. 

He tightened his arm around Wen Cishu’s waist, lifting him onto his lap, frowning as he reminded his son, “Yiming, don’t always pounce on your little dad.” 

Bo Yiming bounced around in front of the sofa, “Awooo~!!! I’m going to tell Grandpa Xu and the others~~~” 

Wen Cishu leisurely teased, “It’s like having a monkey at home, with the cries of apes echoing on both banks.” 

When he looked up, he found himself gazing into a deep green lake. 

Deep and rich, it seemed to engulf him, making him unconsciously hold his breath. 

It was only after a few seconds that Wen Cishu realized he was entirely in Bo Tingyuan’s embrace, his arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. 

He quickly got up, muttering, “Yiming doesn’t even know what he’s excited about. We have to sign up and pass the selection first; it’s not like we can join the program immediately.” 

In the commotion, his hair bun came loose, and strands of hair brushed against Bo Tingyuan’s neck, causing ripples. “Regardless of whether you can join the program, your body needs exercise.” 

“Oh.” Wen Cishu felt his tone was like that of an elder. 

He had accidentally dropped a slipper earlier and bent down to find it, only to see Bo Tingyuan’s hand quickly picking up the soft-soled house shoe. 

He stood up, childishly lifting one foot, watching as Bo Tingyuan bent down to put the slipper on. 

The loose shoe opening was originally comfortable, but at this moment, as it slowly covered the top of his foot, it seemed to tighten suddenly. 

Through the soft house socks, the man’s knuckles brushed against Wen Cishu’s slender ankle, making him feel a faint warmth at the base of his ears, his gaze wandering as if lost, yet unable to resist observing the man’s broad back and dark brown hair. 

Unlike Wen Cishu’s hair, which was exceptionally black, Bo Tingyuan’s hair had a hint of deep brown and gold at the tips, with the roots being completely dark brown, the hair stiff. 

Wen Cishu recalled the various tragic endings mentioned in the original book, and unexpectedly felt an urge to ruffle his hair. 

However, after putting on the shoes, he turned and fled, “I’ll go find Yiming.” 

“Wait a moment.” 

The words, carrying a hint of command, made Wen Cishu stop in his tracks. 

He sensed the man behind him standing up and approaching. 

Then, his hair bun moved, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. 

Bo Tingyuan held the book pointer, still warm from Wen Cishu’s body, “Your hair is messy.” 

They were so close that his voice, already deep and sexy, felt as if it was spoken right next to his ear. 

This made him a bit nervous as he walked out, speaking without thinking, “Mm, I’ll go find Yiming.” 

Behind him, the man’s reminder. 

“Don’t walk too fast.” 

Wen Cishu’s heart was indeed pounding, almost suspecting he was about to have a heart attack. 

As he reached the elevator, looking at the carved railing, he couldn’t help but wonder, “Haven’t we been married for ten years? Why am I afraid of him?”