With the combined efforts of the adults and the little ones, everyone managed to eat the hot meal right on time. 

Zhou Xu, while taking care of Xiao Qi during the meal, joked, “I feel like we’re here to work for the program group today.”

Wen Cishu nodded slightly, feeling the same way.

Chu Han said, “Zhou laoshi, are you itching to cook since you haven’t done it?”

“Of course~” Zhou Xu teased, “I even came up with a new dish at home, wanting to surprise you all, but there weren’t enough ingredients yesterday, so I couldn’t show off.”

Bo Yiming looked up, “Uncle Zhou, you’re amazing, practicing singing and preparing new dishes.”

“Ahem!” Zhou Xu coughed twice, “Just focus on eating.”

[Ming Zai: Did you forget you’re an idol? No worries, I’ll remember for you!]

[Zhou Xu wakes up in the middle of the night just to curse: No, Ming Zai, you little brat!]

Wen Cishu felt a slight chill on the back of his neck. The cream he applied earlier seemed to be slowly seeping into the skin, providing some relief from the itch.

His thoughts suddenly drifted away — he wondered if Bo Tingyuan had a good night’s sleep last night.

“Little dad?”

Bo Yiming asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Hmm?” Wen Cishu snapped back to reality, “No, I’m fine.”

He realized everyone was looking at him, and he smiled awkwardly, moving his hand holding the chopsticks.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted. What were you talking about?”

Chu Han pushed a glass of warm water towards him, “We were talking about eating hot pot. Yiming said he hasn’t had hot pot at home.”

Wen Cishu took a sip from the water cup and looked at his son, “Right. We don’t really eat hot pot.”

Bo Yiming eagerly asked, “Little dad, can we have hot pot at home?”

Wen Cishu naturally wouldn’t oppose and nodded in agreement.

Rongrong, with her chin resting on her hands on the table edge, said in a childish voice, “Yiming gege~ You have to go to a restaurant to eat hot pot, it’s so much fun.”

“Really?” Bo Yiming looked at his cute little sister who spoke up, feeling very excited.

Zhu Wei laughed and said, “How about after the show ends, we set a date to gather and have a lively hot pot meal. Yiming, have you ever seen a yuan yang pot?”

“What pot?”

Bo Yiming’s amber eyes sparkled as he looked at Auntie, “Is it tasty?”

Xingxing was amazed and quickly explained what a yuan yang pot was.

Bo Yiming praised repeatedly, “Xingxing, you even know this? You’re amazing. Rongrong is also amazing, having eaten hot pot at such a young age!”

His tone was so serious that Xingxing and Rongrong exchanged a puzzled glance.

Four eyes, four big question marks.

The adults all laughed.

Wen Cishu also held his warm water cup, unable to hold back his laughter.

[Haha, is eating hot pot that amazing?! For us from Sichuan and Chongqing, aren’t we super amazing?]

[How come this kid hasn’t had hot pot, isn’t he a mixed-race raised in China? Confusing.]

[Different eating habits, I guess. Looking at Ming Zai and his dad, their family probably eats very delicately and meticulously.]

[Poor Mingming baby, come to sister’s house, there’s a yuan yang pot~ (Don’t come empty-handed, remember to bring your little dad~)]

[Ming·Little Dad’s Only Fan·Zai: Cunning, saw through it at a glance!]

After the meal, just like the last episode, everyone worked on wrapping up the teahouse.

Before officially ending, Wen Cishu wanted to leave more memories for the kids and proactively asked Rongrong, “Rongrong, do you still have photo paper in your little camera? Uncle wants to take a few more pictures of you all.”

Whenever Uncle came close, Rongrong couldn’t help but want to touch his smooth and thick long hair. She put her little hand in her pocket and, after hearing Uncle’s words, nodded quickly, “Yes~ I’ll go get it~”

For the first time, she moved so quickly, running off to fetch the camera and a whole box of photo paper.

The photos Uncle took yesterday, she admired them before going to bed.

Xiao Qi ran over, hugging little uncle’s long leg, eagerly bouncing, “Xiao Qi wants to be in the photo too~”

Wen Cishu remembered yesterday’s little penguin Xiao Qi and ruffled his hair, “Okay, Uncle will find a place to take the picture.”

Xiao Qi, following Rongrong’s lead, also tugged at little uncle’s clothes, following along.

Wen Cishu suddenly had two cute little tails.

“On the stairs.”

He picked up Xiao Qi and Rongrong, going up the steps, and waved for the other two little ones to join.

The four kids sat on different steps, perfectly in the frame.

After taking a picture, the four kids huddled together to admire it.

“Today, we should take a picture too.” Chu Han went to pull Zhu Wei, “Zhou laoshi, come quickly.”

Zhu Wei went to find the program group’s PD to help take a group photo.

A staff member wearing a baseball cap appeared, and once everyone was seated along the wooden steps, pressed the shutter, capturing everyone’s joyful expressions forever.

[I really love the photos of the little ones together, so heartwarming. Mommy really loves kids~]

[I want to see the photos my wife took~ The program group’s official account must post them!]

[Is it ending? Too fast! I haven’t had enough of mommy yet~]

Before leaving, a staff member bent down and softly reminded, “Teachers, remember to preview the next episode.”

Zhu Wei pressed Bo Yiming’s shoulder, pushing him to the camera, “Yiming, tell everyone what we’re filming for the third episode.”

Bo Yiming approached the camera, standing straight as if on stage, and announced in a very formal tone, “Next episode, we’ll be filming separately~ It’s about our home~ Everyone, please come and watch us, okay?”

After speaking, he repeated it in English and French, finally bowing solemnly.

The adults were amused by the big kid’s always peculiar train of thought.

The three little ones’ eyes, however, were filled with admiration.

[Ming Zai is so suited to be an international stage host, he’s got the professional vibe going]

[Really?? Are we going into the guests’ homes? Ming Zai’s home??]

[Can we see mommy’s living environment up close? So excited!]

[I’m worried the guests will temporarily rent a house, other shows don’t show the real thing at all]

[Whatever! I just want to ask, why is it the next episode?? Teasing us for a week? I’m going to fight this lousy program group!]

Amidst the audience’s shock and anticipation, the second episode officially came to an end.

As Wen Cishu left with his suitcase, he couldn’t help but raise his hand, rubbing the back of his neck through his clothes, feeling the ointment’s effect weakening.

Bo Yiming was busy hugging his little brother and sister goodbye, not noticing this scene.

–

A business car appeared, and Albert opened the door, getting out to help with the luggage along with Uncle Xu and the bodyguards.

Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming got into the car.

Besides the program group’s staff, there were many other people around.

As the business car drove away, people couldn’t help but whisper.

“Is that Ming Zai’s big dad? Doesn’t seem like the handsome guy with the mask? Did the netizens get it wrong?”

A staff member overheard and whispered, “That’s Ming Zai’s big dad’s assistant, don’t misunderstand.”

“Huh? Have you seen Ming Zai’s big dad? What does he look like? Is it the one circulating online? Is Ming Zai’s surname Bo?”

The staff member covered their mouth and backed away.

“Hey, hey, hey, why are you running?!”

–

Inside the business car.

As soon as Wen Cishu got in, he immediately saw the man sitting quietly in the back row.

The moment their eyes met, the noise outside the car, the chatter of Little Monkey, seemed to disappear.

Through the lenses, Bo Tingyuan’s eyes, green like a forest, created a unique and secret space for Wen Cishu.

Just being a few steps apart, under his focused gaze, Wen Cishu could clearly feel his heartbeat going a bit off.

While he was dazed, Bo Yiming behind him curiously made a “huh” sound.

Bo Tingyuan promptly reached out and pulled him to his side.

The feeling of being wrapped around his hand was more distinct than any previous time they held hands, bringing Wen Cishu back to his senses.

Like last time, his hand was placed on Bo Tingyuan’s leg.

Wen Cishu saw the two rings, almost touching, just a tiny bit apart.

Once everyone was settled, Bo Tingyuan said to his son, “Yiming, your little dad and I have something to discuss. We’ll switch cars up ahead.”

“Huh?” Bo Yiming turned his head in surprise.

Even though big dad had given a reason, he still asked blankly, “Why?”

Bo Tingyuan handed over the contract that had been on the other seat, “This is the farm transfer agreement.”

“Farm?”

Bo Yiming almost jumped up, quickly taking it and seeing the words on the contract’s first page.

“It really is a farm.”

Uncle Xu couldn’t help but show a loving smile at the little young master’s adorable reaction.

While Bo Tingyuan was talking to his son, Wen Cishu’s fingers were subtly trying to move, attempting to touch the other wedding ring.

However, Bo Tingyuan held his left hand and used the other hand to turn the ring on his ring finger.

The action was extremely skilled and natural, as if he were turning his own.

Wen Cishu silently glanced at his side profile.

While turning the ring, Bo Tingyuan instructed Albert to explain the contract terms and situation to Bo Yiming.

Bo Yiming finally understood and clearly said, “Big dad, are you saying I get to decide whether to invest? If it ends up losing money or something, it’s also my responsibility? The farm is mine alone?”

His voice rose with joy, his heart filled with excitement.

Bo Tingyuan looked at his smart and handsome younger son, seriously adding, “If you think you currently don’t have the ability to handle it yourself, then—”

Before he could finish, Bo Yiming interrupted, “Of course I do! I’m already nine years old.”

Albert regretfully looked out the car window.

Can’t blame the little young master, after all, he’s only nine, how could he understand Bo Zong’s reverse psychology?

At this moment, the car stopped in the quiet underground parking area of the hotel.

Bo Tingyuan briefly said, “Alright. Your little dad and I will switch cars, you have a good chat with Uncle Albert.”

He got up, hugged Wen Cishu, and quickly stepped out of the business car, getting into the matte silver-gray Rolls-Royce that had been waiting.

Bo Yiming was eager to study the agreement, naturally having no objections.

And since the two dads had private matters to handle, switching cars made sense.

From any perspective, Bo Yiming quickly accepted this fact.

He turned to Albert, “Uncle, come on, I need a lot of help from you.”

The two sat together.

Albert helped him buckle the seatbelt and began to briefly introduce the farm situation.

The car drove off first.

Then, the silver-gray Rolls-Royce slowly followed.

In the back seat of the car.

Hearing him say that to Little Monkey, Wen Cishu naturally thought there was something to discuss.

“Did something important happen while we weren’t home these past two days?” Something that can’t be known to our son?

Bo Tingyuan looked at him, barely visible frown.

He had let go too quickly after getting into the car earlier.

He raised his hand to brush aside the curtain-like black long hair at the back of Wen Cishu’s neck, “Where’s the allergy? Did the ointment work?”

“Oh.” Wen Cishu turned as his fingertips touched, “Just here at the back of the neck.”

The skin, white as jade, had a redness coming from deep within.

Due to his movement, his slender back stretched, faintly revealing the spine extending down from the collar.

Wen Cishu was about to talk about the ointment when he heard Bo Tingyuan speak to the driver.

“Master Liu, slow down the car a bit.”

Master Liu replied without turning his head, “Okay.”

Then, the partition between the front and back seats slowly rose until it was completely blocked.

Wen Cishu was puzzled when his waist was tightly embraced by a pair of arms, and he was pulled to sit sideways on Bo Tingyuan’s lap, immediately feeling the warmth of his chest.

The previously faint scent of sandalwood was very light, and Wen Cishu inadvertently took a deep breath.

He met Bo Tingyuan’s green eyes up close, his phoenix eyes blinking, “Hmm?”

Bo Tingyuan took out the ointment, “Doctor Lin said it needs to be reapplied every two hours.”

“No wonder it started itching again.”

Wen Cishu reached out to take it.

“I’ll do it.” Bo Tingyuan handed the ointment to him, speaking softly, “Open it.”

The two were so close that the words were almost whispered in Wen Cishu’s ear.

The deep, charming voice had a strong allure, causing Wen Cishu to naturally raise his hand to open the cap.

Bo Tingyuan held the ointment, reaching around his slender neck, pressing the rollerball gently on the tender, reddened skin.

In an instant, he felt the person in his arms slightly shrink their shoulders.

He removed the ointment, asking softly, “Does it feel uncomfortable?”

Wen Cishu, leaning in his arms, his gaze just falling on the upper edge of his black shirt—watching the large Adam’s apple move up and down as he spoke.

He shook his head slightly, speaking softly, “Maybe the rollerball is too cold.”

Earlier, he hadn’t used the rollerball himself, instead squeezing it out and applying it with his fingers.

“Mm.” Bo Tingyuan slowed his movements.

Wen Cishu realized he seemed to be focusing too long on some strange places, so he shifted his gaze to the sunset scenery outside the car window.

As the area of application gradually expanded, he instinctively lowered his head to expose more skin.

When the rollerball moved back and forth along a certain vertebra, Wen Cishu belatedly asked, “Is it more serious here?”

Instantly, the sensation of the rollerball disappeared from his skin.

Bo Tingyuan withdrew his hand, “It’s done.”

“Oh.” Wen Cishu slightly straightened his waist, childishly spreading his palm in front of him, smiling, “The cap!”

He bent his eyes, his smile incredibly gentle.

Bo Tingyuan pulled him closer, his high nose almost touching his face, his nose tip lightly brushing against his soft earlobe.

From the ambiguous action, Wen Cishu sensed a bit of special reliance, thinking that he might not have slept well last night, so he took the ointment from him, slowly tightening the cap.

Then, he watched as Bo Tingyuan’s hand slowly withdrew the ointment, placing it in his suit pocket as if it were something important.

Wen Cishu gently stroked his arm, softly asking, “Did you… not rest well last night?”

Even though Bo Tingyuan showed no signs of fatigue, he still felt concerned.

Bo Tingyuan’s lips, close to his ear, moved slightly, the words of explanation turning into a very deep and faint “Mm.”

The single “Mm” seemed to carry fatigue and a bit of unguarded honesty, softening Wen Cishu’s heart, prompting him to embrace him.

It’s not suitable to nap at this time.

When his earlobe was lightly brushed by his nose tip again, Wen Cishu gently said, “Then go to bed early tonight.”

As soon as he spoke, he immediately thought of the night before last, biting his lower lip unnaturally.

His previously relaxed body unconsciously tensed up, especially every inch of contact with Bo Tingyuan.

Accompanied by the warm breath between words, Wen Cishu heard him speak in his usual calm voice.

It sounded like a simple sentence, yet it made Wen Cishu’s fingertips curl, instinctively gripping his suit.

[Tonight, I want to hear you tell a story]