As the second episode wrapped up smoothly, the program’s official Weibo quickly posted photos, all taken by Wen Cishu using Rongrong’s Polaroid during the show. The photos mainly featured the four little babies, with a group photo of the eight guests in the center. Amidst the flood of praise and reluctance, one comment was liked to the top.

Hot-blooded Ming Baby Super Invincible: [Why isn’t the preview for the third episode released on Friday? Why not tell us now? Do you have a heart? Can you sleep at night?]

The Baby is Superman V: [Previewing the third episode in the second episode, makes sense, right?]

Hot-blooded Ming Baby Super Invincible: [You dare to reply? Brothers and sisters, let’s attack!]

Thousands of comments flooded in, all sharpening their knives against the program group. The program group immediately posted a photo, instantly changing the “public opinion” direction. The photo was taken against the light, yet it didn’t lose its beauty. Instead, the light and shadow outlined the unique elegance and nobility of the person in the photo. The subject was Wen Cishu, sitting by the teahouse window, writing with a brush.

[Wow! This angle shows a never-before-seen ancient-style handsome man (suddenly can’t curse, damn it)]

[The sentences from textbooks have materialized, truly ‘over eight feet tall, with a beautiful appearance’]

[Mommy’s smile in the program these days is particularly gentle, with a kind of divine benevolence like a Bodhisattva lowering her gaze. You must have more, right? Please post more!]

[Ming Baby’s little dad made me realize for the first time that some people really have ‘kind faces’]

Fortunately, besides the program group, the other three celebrity guests all posted nine-grid photos. Zhu Wei posted over a dozen, with five or six of them being group photos of Rongrong and Wen Cishu.

[I’m jumping between several Weibo accounts, frantically saving pictures]

[Me too… Who told Ming Baby and his wife not to have Weibo, sob sob]

[Thanks, Sister Wei, I got a picture of Princess Rongrong!]

This fan posted a live screenshot of two older brothers carefully helping Rongrong down the stairs. Zhu Wei, who was browsing Weibo, immediately expressed her gratitude and added the photo to her own Weibo.

[Rongrong really likes it~ Thank you~ [Heart]]

[Sister Rong is so lucky, with two handsome older brothers escorting her~]

[When the four little babies went to complete the task, they really looked like siblings, it warmed my heart]

[We have to wait a full five days for the third episode, turning into a corpse on the spot ==]

–

Bo Family Mansion.

The family had dinner early, and Bo Yiming was pestering Big Daddy about the farm contract. The father and son went into the study for a serious discussion.

On the first floor, in the flower hall.

Wen Cishu sat on the sofa facing the garden, drafting a gift menu with Uncle Xu, preparing to send it to the other three guests’ homes the next day. He recalled the lunch situation over the past two days and said slowly, “We must have Kao Fu and White Cut Chicken.”

“Okay.” Uncle Xu, holding a stylus, was sketching on a tablet, moving the Four Happiness Kao Fu and Zhanjiang White Cut Chicken to the appetizer section. “How about smoked fish? It’s the right season.”

“Sure.”

Wen Cishu picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and remembered that Rongrong seemed to like the Wagyu braised rice at lunch. “Prepare two extra portions of Wagyu braised rice for Teacher Zhu’s family. Also, an extra portion of the clear-braised Lion’s Head for Teacher Zhou’s family.”

Xiao Qi, like Bo Yiming, loved to eat the little Lion’s Head in one bite, with his cheeks puffing up adorably.

Uncle Xu noted down the quantities.

“The Matsutake steamed dumplings from a few days ago, are they convenient to send over?”

Wen Cishu thought they tasted good, fresh, and the dumpling skin was just right in texture. That day, Bo Tingyuan and Bo Yiming both ate an extra one.

“Convenient,” Uncle Xu said. “They can be made fresh on the day.”

Wen Cishu lazily leaned back in his chair, his arm resting on the armrest, his eyes somewhat drifting towards the shadowy bouquets in the garden.

“For the rest, Uncle Xu, you decide.”

“No problem,” Uncle Xu said. “I’ll attach the menu then, with notes on how to reheat and the best time to consume.”

Like Aunt Zhong, Uncle Xu was meticulous in his work, and Wen Cishu naturally had no objections.

Wen Cishu had been bustling all day and felt a bit sleepy after eating.

He covered his mouth and yawned.

Aunt Zhong came in with a thin blanket draped over her arm: “Go upstairs and rest. It’s getting late.”

Wen Cishu wondered, what was Little Monkey talking to his Big Daddy about? Why was it taking so long? Was what Bo Tingyuan said in the car true?

As he stood up, Aunt Zhong draped the blanket over him: “Is the allergic area still itchy?”

Earlier, after arriving home, Doctor Lin had checked Wen Cishu’s pulse and examined the allergic area. Aunt Zhong was there too, and seeing the red patch on his skin, she was worried, carefully remembering Doctor Lin’s dietary restrictions, fearing the allergy would worsen.

“Much better. I’ll apply the ointment again after a bath tonight.”

Wen Cishu stepped into the elevator, looking at the railing, and remembered something.

“Aunt Zhong, yesterday at the hotel, did you notice if Yiming’s Big Daddy rested well?”

Aunt Zhong recalled the scene when she delivered desserts last night and conveyed it truthfully.

Wen Cishu frowned slightly, pacing back and forth. He muttered to himself, “Why is it still like this?”

Aunt Zhong thought he was asking her, so she naturally replied, “He must be thinking about you so much that he can’t sleep.”

“Huh?”

Wen Cishu looked at her in surprise, and in a moment of urgency, he rarely used her hometown dialect to softly retort, “How can you say such nonsense?”①

He said this with a half-smile, subconsciously covering his embarrassment.

The elevator stopped, and Aunt Zhong spread her hands, also smiling as she retorted, “Which word was wrong? None. Even the punctuation marks are correct.”

She hadn’t spoken to the Second Young Master for a day and a night and wanted to tease him to make him happy.

Wen Cishu stepped into the corridor, his phoenix eyes squinting with a smile, feeling content and light-hearted: “Yes, yes, ginger is spicier when it’s old.”

Seeing him smile so brightly, Aunt Zhong felt at ease too.

In the past half month, she had watched the Second Young Master become more cheerful, like the sun slowly rising from the darkness, reaching the horizon.

Over the years, Aunt Zhong had suspected that the Second Young Master’s soul had been taken away, otherwise, why was he so lifeless? But now, he was lively, talking and laughing.

–

Wen Cishu had just finished his bath when he saw a figure in the distant living room.

On the sofa, Bo Yiming was sprawled out like a long strip.

“Yiming?”

Wen Cishu walked over slowly.

Due to his allergy, Aunt Zhong had specially prepared an extremely soft and loose nightgown for him, in a creamy white color. Perhaps the clothes were too pale, making his freshly steamed skin appear slightly flushed.

Noticing this, Bo Yiming quickly got up, nervously pointing to the other side of Little Daddy’s neck: “Little Daddy, are you allergic here too?”

Wen Cishu’s fingers rubbed the side of his neck.

He sat on the sofa: “No, maybe the water was too hot. Did you finish talking with Big Daddy? How did it go?”

“We finished a long time ago. I’ve already taken a bath.”

Bo Yiming grinned and pulled something from his back pocket, waving it in front of Little Daddy’s eyes.

It was Wen Cishu’s ointment.

“Why is it with you? Did Big Daddy give it to you?”

Wen Cishu remembered that Bo Tingyuan said he would apply it again before bed, so how did it end up with Little Monkey?

Bo Yiming explained: “I was talking to Big Daddy when Uncle came to discuss something else with him. I heard Uncle Lin say the ointment needs to be applied regularly. So when I saw it, I took it.”

Wen Cishu thought it must be because Bo Tingyuan hadn’t been to the company for two days, so some work had piled up.

Bo Yiming climbed over the back of the sofa, bending down with his chin resting on Little Daddy’s shoulder, offering his help: “Little Daddy, let me apply the ointment for you.”

“Okay.” Wen Cishu didn’t question how he got it, just lowered his head, moving his hair aside to expose the back of his neck.

Seeing the small patch of red skin, Bo Yiming’s voice dropped.

“If you hadn’t accompanied me on the show, Little Daddy wouldn’t have been allergic.”

Wen Cishu realized that the little baby was genuinely concerned about his health.

He turned around, rubbing the child’s face, and said gently, “It’s okay. If Yiming blows on it, Daddy won’t feel uncomfortable. It’s more effective than any ointment.”

“Mm~” Bo Yiming lowered his head, puffing his cheeks to blow on Little Daddy, then unscrewed the cap to apply the ointment.

–

The study door opened, and Albert left with several documents.

Bo Tingyuan finished his work and stood up, ready to get the ointment, only to find the item that was on the table had disappeared.

He frowned, looking around, but it was nowhere to be found.

A quick recollection brought to mind his little son, who was always bouncing around even during discussions.

He went to pull open the screen, only to see his son eagerly tucking Little Daddy in.

Bo Yiming mumbled, “Little Daddy, you should lie down.”

Hearing the sound of the screen moving, he turned to look at the newcomer, “Big Daddy, I’ve already applied the ointment for Little Daddy!”

After saying that, he hugged the pillow and rolled around, “Wow, the bed at home is still the most comfortable~ Right, Little Daddy?”

Wen Cishu leaned against the soft pillow, looking at the approaching person.

“Did Albert leave?”

“Mm.” Bo Tingyuan stood by the bed, glancing at the fairy tale book on the bedside table.

At this moment, a small hand swiftly snatched the book from under his eyes.

Bo Yiming obediently snuggled up to Little Daddy, his tone filled with attachment.

“Little Daddy, I didn’t tell you a fairy tale yesterday, but today I’ll tell it well.”

Wen Cishu could only hug the Little Monkey: “Okay~”

Bo Yiming looked up, grinning, “Big Daddy, hurry up and take a bath and go to sleep.”

“Mm.”

Bo Tingyuan didn’t say much more, giving his son’s hair a good rub.

Wen Cishu always felt like he was being watched, inexplicably feeling guilty, not daring to look at his already mysterious green eyes, only softly asking the Little Monkey, “Yiming, when your Big Daddy finishes his bath, should he come and listen to your story too?”

“Sure.”

Bo Yiming rarely had the chance to lie between his two dads, it seemed quite nice.

Wen Cishu then looked up, softly saying, “Then you go take a bath, Yiming and I will wait for you.”

Bo Tingyuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the exposed side of his neck.

The snow-white skin, hidden by black hair, had a slight redness.

Wen Cishu watched him walk back to the room, lost in thought.

Such a tall and reliable figure, clearly at home, yet always seemed so lonely, like in an endless dark wilderness.

Wen Cishu instinctively hugged the warm Little Monkey in his arms, kissing his forehead.

Bo Yiming, not understanding, thought it was a goodnight kiss from Little Daddy, and obediently said, “Little Daddy, I haven’t slept yet, the goodnight kiss should be later.”

Wen Cishu smiled softly, “Daddy just wanted to kiss you, the goodnight kiss will be later.”

Bo Yiming, feeling happy, tossed the book aside, turning around to snuggle in Little Daddy’s embrace.

“By the way, Little Daddy. When are we going to eat the hot pot that Rongrong’s mommy mentioned?”

Wen Cishu pinched his nose: “How about we go eat it ourselves first?”

He was worried that with so many people, it would be hard to find a time, especially since the three of them were busy in the entertainment industry.

“Really?” Bo Yiming blinked, “That’s awesome! Let’s go tomorrow!”

Wen Cishu tucked him in, speaking softly, “Yiming, your Big Daddy hasn’t been to the company for two days to accompany us on the show. Let’s wait for him to finish his work in the next two days, okay? Daddy will arrange it, I won’t forget.”

Bo Yiming loved it when Little Daddy spoke to him slowly.

In Little Daddy’s gentle gaze, he nodded vigorously: “Okay, I’ll listen to Little Daddy~”

“So obedient?” Wen Cishu kissed his messy, soft hair again.

Bo Yiming closed his eyes, thinking that even worldwide, he only had one Little Daddy, so of course, he had to be very obedient~

Bo Tingyuan returned to the bedside after his bath.

Wen Cishu turned to pull back the covers next to the Little Monkey: “Come on, let’s listen to the story together.”

A large hand pressed on his hand, holding the covers.

Wen Cishu looked into Bo Tingyuan’s eyes, feeling the hand pressing down firmly on his hand.

“Hmm?”

Bo Tingyuan quickly released his hand: “I’ll lie on your side.”

“Oh.” Wen Cishu withdrew his hand, placing it under the covers, rubbing his sleepwear.

Bo Yiming lost the chance to sleep between his two dads.

But considering Big Daddy might correct his French later, he thought it was safer to have Little Daddy in between.

He voluntarily moved to one side.

Wen Cishu’s bed was actually very large, but it rarely had three people lying on it at the same time, especially since the Little Monkey wasn’t in his baby form.

When Bo Tingyuan walked around the foot of the bed, he moved to the middle.

The covers were lifted, and Wen Cishu felt a slight chill, followed by Bo Tingyuan’s body pressing close to him.

Bo Tingyuan pulled the covers up to Wen Cishu’s chest, his right hand resting on the covers: “Yiming, start.”

“Oh.” Bo Yiming felt the pressure, suddenly feeling like he was handing in homework, quickly flipping open the fairy tale book to start reading.

Wen Cishu also felt the pressure, but unlike the Little Monkey, it was because his hand was pulled over by Bo Tingyuan, resting on his chest.

His slightly curled fingers were pushed open, their fingers interlocking.

Parents holding hands in front of their child should be a normal thing, right?

Wen Cishu thought so, but couldn’t help feeling nervous, even feeling like the covers suddenly became heavier, overly warm and hot.

Then, Bo Tingyuan’s other hand rubbed his hand through the covers.

Wen Cishu seemed to feel his comfort, calming down a bit, listening to his son read about the unicorn rescuing its friends from the fairy tale book.

He was a bit sleepy, but with the small change, he became more awake.

Bo Yiming might have been tired from playing on the show during the day, as he read, his words became mumbled, and his head nodded.

Wen Cishu freed his hand, hugging the Little Monkey: “Yiming? Are you sleepy?”

“Mm~ Little Daddy~” Bo Yiming leaned in his dad’s arms, “The unicorn is so brave~”

“Yes.” Wen Cishu patted his back, “Our Yiming is also very brave.”

He kissed his forehead again, not forgetting the promised goodnight kiss.

Wen Cishu was about to help the Little Monkey lie down when he saw Bo Tingyuan lift the covers.

He turned his head, questioning with his eyes.

Bo Tingyuan walked to the other side of the bed, adjusting his frameless glasses, wrapping his son in the covers and picking him up, speaking softly: “I’ll take Yiming back to his room.”

Wen Cishu’s eyes widened slightly, full of surprise.

Bo Yiming had no idea what was happening, thinking it was gentle Little Daddy, moving in his arms, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Wen Cishu watched him carry his son out of the room.

He came to his senses, lying back on the pillow, his mind wandering, his arm unconsciously brushing over the spot where Bo Tingyuan had been lying, the warmth still lingering.

When Bo Tingyuan returned to the room, Wen Cishu looked up as if waking from a dream.

When the covers were lifted and Bo Tingyuan got into bed, he realized there was only one set of covers tonight.

Wen Cishu pretended to be calm, lying down, asking in a steady voice: “Did you listen carefully to Yiming’s story?”

“No.”

The overly calm tone made Wen Cishu glance sideways, surprise flashing in his eyes.

Not listening to his son properly, yet so justified?

The fleeting thought was immediately replaced by the physical contact.

He felt Bo Tingyuan’s strong leg pressing against his, though it had been the same when the Little Monkey was there.

Strangely, it felt different now.

Wen Cishu waited for him to pull up the covers, then turned his face to look at him, pretending to be calm as he asked: “Do you still want me to tell you a story?”

Bo Tingyuan held his hand, placing it on his chest, looking into his phoenix eyes: [Would you like to tell me one?]

Perhaps the mother tongue is more emotional than a second language, or perhaps French is inherently romantic and special, or perhaps Bo Tingyuan’s voice is particularly magnetic and sexy at night, making Wen Cishu feel like he was in a gentle whirlpool, dizzy and disoriented.

In Bo Tingyuan’s focused gaze, Wen Cishu briefly lost his words, his lips dry as he licked them.

His gaze fell, consciously or unconsciously pausing on Bo Tingyuan’s thin lips for half a second, then continued down to his Adam’s apple.

Wen Cishu couldn’t possibly know how blatant and straightforward his gaze was at that moment.

In an instant, he seemed to notice Bo Tingyuan frown slightly, a fleeting, elusive expression in his eyes.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, his mind a tangled mess, utterly clueless. “I…” What were they talking about just now?

The person beside him moved, and Wen Cishu’s hand, faster than his brain, gripped tightly.

—He wouldn’t be going back to his room, would he?

The next second, the lights in the room dimmed.

Only the soft moonlight outside the sheer curtains remained in the room.

Seeing he had no intention of leaving, Wen Cishu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when Bo Tingyuan lay down, his hand was gently lifted, sliding over his muscular chest, finally resting on his neck.

When his fingertips touched his slightly moving Adam’s apple, Wen Cishu instantly held his breath, his whole body feeling ignited and burning.

Yet he didn’t withdraw his hand, guided by Bo Tingyuan, unable to resist gently caressing.

In the silent night, Wen Cishu heard his gradually deepening breaths, felt the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, his own breathing becoming heavy and rapid.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Cishu suddenly awoke, his ears burning, hurriedly withdrawing his hand, only to have it caught at lightning speed, his hand placed on Bo Tingyuan’s lips.

Wen Cishu’s heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly realized he must be crazy, hastily explaining: “Just now, just now was…”

Bo Tingyuan spoke, his lips brushing against his soft palm almost like a kiss: [Just now was a beautiful story.]

Wen Cishu’s fingers rested on his thin lips, his mind drifting, thinking dizzily, what story? It was clearly an uncontrollable chaotic accident.