The next morning, Wen Cishu felt the bed move slightly. He opened his sleepy eyes, not fully awake yet, and let out a soft, murmured “Hmm?”

Bo Tingyuan brushed aside the hair on his forehead. “Did I wake you?”

Wen Cishu instinctively nuzzled his fingertips, his eyes half-closed, and asked softly, “Are you going to the company?”

This level of intimacy almost made Bo Tingyuan pause, thinking he was having a rare beautiful dream. But he quickly came to his senses, noticing Wen Cishu’s tired expression. “Yeah.”

Wen Cishu squinted and raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck.

Bo Tingyuan held his slender and delicate wrist. The touch of his palm felt like warm jade.

He turned to get some ointment. “Let me apply some medicine for you.”

“Oh.” Wen Cishu was too lazy to get up, so he lay on his side, half-leaning, with one arm resting on the pillow and his cheek against it.

The curtains weren’t fully drawn last night, and in the faint morning light, Wen Cishu’s long, graceful swan neck was half-exposed, with his rounded spine like pearls hidden in a velvet box.

As he lay on his side, the soft pajamas followed the curve of his body, forming a noticeable arc at his waist.

Half-asleep, Wen Cishu felt the back of his pajama collar being pulled down. Instead of the roller of the ointment, it was the warm pad of a finger touching his skin.

The gentle application and the cool sensation of the ointment made him feel comfortable, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft “Hmm~”

Bo Tingyuan paused his movements. “Feeling better today?”

His morning voice was hoarse, like a warm breeze blowing into Wen Cishu’s ear.

Wen Cishu rubbed his cheek against his arm, murmuring lazily, “Hmm~”

This wasn’t his usual waking time, so after responding, he drifted back to sleep.

Bo Tingyuan held him, lying flat, cupping his cheek with his thumb, sliding over his full, soft lower lip, his voice low and gentle.

“Tonight, let Yiming keep you company.”

–

An hour later, in another suite of the mansion.

Bo Yiming groggily opened his eyes, ready to snuggle up to his little dad, only to find he was alone in bed.

His clever little mind quickly figured out the reason and he sat up straight.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Angry!

Bo Yiming jumped out of bed like a carp, rushed to the desk, pulled out his diary, and quickly wrote a sentence.

[Big Daddy took me back to my room while I was asleep! Deprived me of warm parent-child time with Little Daddy!]

In his haste, he wrote in French.

The crooked lines of text were forceful enough to almost pierce the paper.

To express his inner indignation, he filled the space above and below the sentence with countless exclamation marks.

Outside the door, Auntie’s voice came through.

“Little Young Master? What’s going on?”

Bo Yiming angrily went to open the door, taking a deep breath.

Auntie was surprised. “Little Young Master?”

Bo Yiming calmed his heaving chest. “Auntie, it’s not your concern. I’m going to find my Big Daddy!”

With that, he ran towards Little Daddy’s room, his footsteps pounding on the carpet.

Auntie seemed to see three flames burning fiercely behind him.

She worriedly pushed open the suite door, checked the situation, and only relaxed when she saw nothing was broken.

Bo Yiming ran to the second floor, saw Uncle Xu, and quickly stopped. “Grandpa Xu, where’s my Big Daddy?”

Uncle Xu saw his pajamas were all crooked and reached out to straighten them. “He went to the company.”

Bo Yiming was so angry he bared his teeth. “Then I’ll go find Little Daddy.”

He ran to the bedroom, pounced over, and his two slender legs flapped like a seal’s tail. “Little Daddy~ Big Daddy took me away last night without my permission! So bad!”

Wen Cishu had just woken up not long ago, still savoring the warmth of Bo Tingyuan’s embrace, and was caught off guard by the little monkey’s full-on hug.

“Cough, cough, baby, I think you’re pressing on Daddy’s arm.”

“Huh?”

Bo Yiming was startled, quickly kneeling on the bed, full of worry, gently stroking Little Daddy’s arm.

“Does it hurt here? I’ll ask Grandpa Xu to call a doctor.”

“No.”

Wen Cishu pulled him over, rubbing his little face, seeing his unwashed look.

His fingers gently combed through the messy hair, explaining softly, “Your Big Daddy is always alone, and he gets lonely. Plus, we haven’t been home for two days, so he talked to me last night. But he was afraid of waking up our cute little son, so he sent you to rest first.”

“Really?”

Bo Yiming held Little Daddy’s arm, his amber eyes clear and innocent.

“Little Daddy~ Next time you want to talk, can you tell me?”

His face pressed against Little Daddy’s chest through the blanket, trying to act cute, “As your cute little son, Mingming is very well-behaved~”

“Daddy knows.”

Wen Cishu patted his back. “Alright, go wash up.”

Bo Yiming didn’t leave immediately, still worried about pressing on Little Daddy’s arm earlier, he jumped off the bed to support him.

Wen Cishu remembered the program group’s matter.

“Baby, Daddy has a little task for you.”

Bo Yiming looked up. “Hmm?”

“When your Big Daddy gets off work, ask him if he’d like to join us for a program, okay?”

Wen Cishu explained the program group’s plan.

Bo Yiming was puzzled. “Didn’t Little Daddy talk to Big Daddy about it last night?”

Last night?

Wen Cishu felt guilty, not knowing how to phrase it.

But Bo Yiming’s eyes suddenly flashed with cunning, and he automatically continued, “Little Daddy, I got it, I’ll say it tonight.”

Wen Cishu nodded, blocking him outside the bathroom. “Go wash up.”

“Oh!” Bo Yiming quickly formed a little plan in his mind, turned around, and ran off, unable to suppress a smile.

—Great, he now had a bargaining chip to “negotiate” with Big Daddy!

Wen Cishu watched his bouncing figure, puzzled: Why so suddenly excited?

He thought the little monkey would hold onto last night’s matter.

Just as he was about to close the door, Bo Yiming popped back in.

Wen Cishu quickly asked, “Anything else to tell Daddy?”

Bo Yiming was in a good mood. “Little Daddy, does the back of your neck still itch?”

“Your Big Daddy applied ointment before he left.”

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair. “Thanks for remembering, baby.”

“Oh~~~” Bo Yiming bounced away again.

In his heart, he silently added back the points he had deducted from Big Daddy.

Back in his room, he wrote about it in his diary.

Great!

The dragon knight Big Daddy was diligently protecting the pea princess Little Daddy every day~

–

After last week’s program ended, all the potato pieces the father and son planted had sprouted successfully.

Uncle Xu also chose a suitable location.

After practicing Tai Chi, Wen Cishu accompanied Bo Yiming to transplant the potatoes into the ground.

Bo Yiming personally covered them with soil. “Little Daddy, will there really be little potatoes next year?”

“There should be.”

Wen Cishu wasn’t familiar with potato planting. “You should ask Grandma Zhong.”

Bo Yiming turned to Aunt Zhong and blinked.

Aunt Zhong packed up the tools. “Don’t worry, there definitely will be.”

If not, she would secretly bury a few strings with Old Xu, ensuring they were buried seamlessly.

Wen Cishu lowered his head, pondering the same.

—If they don’t grow, I’ll secretly bury a few.

He sent the potato photos he just took to Bo Tingyuan.

[Yiming planted them, said when they grow, we can use them for cooking at home]

As soon as the message was sent, almost simultaneously, a new message popped up in the chat box.

Bo Tingyuan: [Rest more at home today]

Wen Cishu looked at the phone screen, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Ten years of marriage, they had a bit of tacit understanding?

“Little Daddy, why are you smiling?” Bo Yiming tiptoed over to look at the phone.

Wen Cishu turned it off, putting on a serious face, and said to him, “I remembered you have photos of me and your Big Daddy dancing on your phone. When will you send them to me?”

“Umm~~~” Bo Yiming bounced away, “Little Daddy, can you promise me one thing?”

Wen Cishu noticed a reply on his phone and quickly nodded to his son. “Tell me.”

Bo Yiming mumbled, “No, you have to promise first.”

Wen Cishu thought, you’re negotiating with me? “Okay, I promise.”

“Yay!!” Bo Yiming happily spun in circles, following Little Daddy back to the mansion, jumping around him, “It’s that Xingxing’s mom said we could visit the set, can Little Daddy come with me?”

He blocked Little Daddy’s path, blinking, “Little Daddy already promised just now.”

Wen Cishu thought it was about sleeping at night, not expecting this.

He tapped his son’s nose. “Got it, when are we going?”

“This week is fine.” Bo Yiming immediately fiddled with his watch, forwarding the photos, “Little Daddy, I sent them to you. I’m going to call Xingxing now.”

He turned and ran off.

Wen Cishu reminded, “Wash your hands first.”

The little monkey agilely turned a corner, running into the bathroom next to the first-floor living room.

Wen Cishu shook his head with a smile, also going to wash his hands before checking his phone.

Bo Tingyuan: [The company is a bit busy, I’ll be home late today. You and Yiming rest early.]

Wen Cishu knew this was his usual busy routine and didn’t think much of it.

But then he thought of the warmth of his chest when he woke up, feeling a bit regretful.

[Alright, I was hoping to look at the photos Yiming took with you]

Bo Tingyuan: [What photos?]

Wen Cishu smiled, sitting on the soft sofa: [The ones from your dad’s birthday, of us dancing.]

Bo Tingyuan: [Hmm]

“Hmm”?

Wen Cishu’s phoenix eyes stared at the character, his finger sliding the screen, trying to refresh for new messages.

No interest at all?

Or too busy, in a meeting?

Three minutes later, he angrily tossed the phone.

Aunt Zhong happened to come over, urging him to wash his hair.

Wen Cishu lazily leaned back, not wanting to move much.

Aunt Zhong said, “Doctor Lin mentioned many times, don’t wash your hair after 3 PM, or the cold will get to your head, and you’ll end up with headaches and dark circles.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go right away, stop nagging.”

Wen Cishu went to wash his hair under her nagging, just lying down when he sat up and asked, “Aunt Zhong, where’s my phone?”

Aunt Zhong said, “Is it urgent? I’ll get it for you.”

Wen Cishu lay back down, uninterested. “Forget it.”

He gave me a “Hmm,” what else can I say?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got, grinding his teeth.

Is this how couples chat?

Just killing the conversation?