Chapter 11

Chapter 11

After finishing his bath, Bo Yiming waited for Papa to finish washing up before replacing the bedding with the bedding set he had already taken out.

The audience had been discussing whether a nine-year-old could even change a duvet cover.

But what he took out wasn’t just a duvet cover—it was a vacuum-sealed blanket that could be spread out and ready to use as soon as it was unpacked.

The little one hopped around playfully on the bed, tidying it up effortlessly.

The soft, fluffy sheets looked so cozy you could almost feel them through the screen.

"Ming Zai’s awesome—such a bright, cheerful kid! He’d be the perfect son or buddy!"

"Is this a bedding commercial? Ming Zai, quick, tell us what brand that is!"

Wen Cishu stepped out of the bathroom, his long black hair pulled back into a loose, messy bun at the nape of his neck, with a few stray strands dangling down.

His shimmering white silk pajamas skimmed softly over his skin.

His cheeks still carried a lingering glow from the steam, making his dark hair and eyes stand out like a delicate ink painting.

Though slender, Wen Cishu stood at a full 180 cm tall, his straight shoulders supporting the delicate fabric of the pajamas and accentuating his narrow waist.

"OMG, his porcelain skin and gorgeous looks—I’m fangirling so hard over my wifey!"

"My adorable wifey—I’d smother you in kisses!"

Bo Yiming stood at the foot of the bed, raising both arms excitedly. "Papa, I finished everything!"

Wen Cishu walked over, smoothing the neatly arranged sheets before looking up at the little monkey standing proudly above him. He smiled and praised, "Yes, Baby Mingming is the best."

Under the light, Bo Yiming’s eyes, ringed with gold, went wide before he shyly plopped back onto the blanket, lifting one leg and hugging a soft pillow. "Ehh~"

Noticing the faint redness creeping up his ears, Wen Cishu chuckled and mussed up his hair.

Now he’s a blushing little monkey.

So cute.

He pulled back the covers and sat down. "Come on, let’s sleep."

"Mmm~" Bo Yiming scrambled up to help fix the covers. "Papa, aren’t you going to read? There are books in the suitcase."

Wen Cishu tilted his head as he arranged the pillow. "Was that Daddy’s doing?"

"Yeah." Bo Yiming started to get up.

Wen Cishu gently held his arm. "Papa’s pretty worn out tonight and just wants to rest. Okay?"

Bo Yiming tilted his head, studying him closely, and only then noticed that his Papa did seem tired. After the flush faded, his skin seemed almost see-through.

"Then Papa should get some rest."

He helped him lie down, gently sweeping the long hair aside to avoid tugging.

Wen Cishu closed his eyes and murmured, "Yi Ming, wanna go play with Xingxing?"

After dinner, Chu Han had mentioned they keep late hours—if the kids wanted to play together, they could visit anytime.

"Not bored at all."

Bao Yiming still used his usual tone, though he'd lowered his voice significantly.

"Daddy, go to sleep. No more talking now, okay?"

Wen Cishu didn't respond further. Once nestled into the comfortable bed, exhaustion took over completely, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Bao Yiming knelt beside his daddy, playing with his hair however he wanted.

Before long, he edged back a bit, his delighted expression as if admiring the masterpiece he'd created.

Wen Cishu’s phoenix eyes were closed, thick, long black lashes resting on porcelain-like skin. His facial contours were sharply defined yet incredibly soft, resembling a beauty from traditional Chinese paintings.

The livestream audience immediately caught the little one’s intention.

"Aww, it's Sleeping Beauty Daddy!"

"A traditional Chinese Sleeping Beauty! He perfectly fits my image of an ancient handsome man—this sis is biting her pillow and flailing in excitement!"

"Ming Zai, you know exactly how to spoil your audience. This sis loves you, loves you, loves you~"

"Ming Zai: I inherited a third of this world-class looks~ So proud!"

Wen Cishu was already fast asleep, unaware that his sleeping form had shot to the top of trending lists across major platforms.

#ParentingShowSleepingBeauty#

#ChineseSleepingBeautyLittleDad#

Viewers who came from other platforms to "appraise" his looks caused a late-night surge in livestream traffic, leaving the production crew exhilarated and exclaiming in disbelief.

So this was what it felt like to have a guest with a natural ability to draw viewers.

What made things even more unusual? This guest was a total unknown with no promotional backing whatsoever.

Some time later,

Wrapped in blankets and snuggled up next to his daddy, Bao Yiming mumbled sleepily, "Roast goose... so good... mmm... delicious..."

Many viewers, still awake late into the night, heard his words.

"Ming Zai, admit it—you were eyeing that goose during the day just so you could take a bite, right?"

"Wait, I missed this scene?"

"It was when Zhou Xu took Ming Zai and the others to catch ducks!"

"Ohhh, I was watching my hubby fish, lol."

-

Outside the farm.

But what really surprised the production crew was this: they had assumed Wen Cishu’s family would return home that night, but instead, two larger, more luxurious RVs slowly arrived.

Bodyguards and helpers bustled about, clearly getting ready to spend the night alongside the father-son duo from the show.

In the wee hours.

Under the dark sky, the moon shone bright.

Inside one of the white motorhomes, a window still glowed with light.

Bao Tingyuan sat on a spacious sofa, freshly groomed and wearing navy-colored mulberry silk pajamas identical to Wen Cishu’s. Lit dimly by a nightlight, his entire figure seemed shrouded in a dense haze, except for his jade-green eyes, which reflected two different angles of screen light.

Without glasses to obscure them, his gaze burned into Wen Cishu’s sleeping profile.

On the table lay a pair of frameless glasses carelessly tossed aside, one arm resting against a small white pill bottle.

Bao Tingyuan pressed hard between his brows, yet continued to fix his tender attention on the person on the screen. His fingers didn’t ease their grip, leaving redness on his skin.

Every breath carried agitation and unease.

His unbidden clenched jaw made him appear as if suppressing a rising frenzy.

Minutes later, he grabbed the pill bottle with shaky urgency—his self-control clearly shattered.

He quickly shook out two pills, swallowed them dry, and seized a bottle of water to chase them down.

Even as he tilted his head back to drink, his eyes never left Wen Cishu’s peaceful face.

The pills brought no relief—only the person on the screen was the only cure.

After drinking half the bottle, Bao Tingyuan’s restlessness eased, and calm gradually returned. He looked down at the nearly empty medication bottle.

With a deep breath, he picked up the glasses and perched them on his sharp nose.

As the lenses veiled his eyes, the heavy gloom around him seemed to slowly lift.

Bao Tingyuan picked up his phone and dialed.

The call connected immediately. A calm, matronly voice speaking in English greeted: “Mr. Bo, how have you been feeling lately?”

“Dr. Xu,” Bao Tingyuan replied, “have another bottle ready as soon as possible.”

“What?”

Dr. Xu’s tone turned slightly tense. “Under normal circumstances, your current supply should last until year’s end. Has something unexpected happened? Have you increased your dosage? Has your condition worsened suddenly?”

Bao Tingyuan’s eyes remained fixed on the face on the screen. “No, nothing unexpected.”

Dr. Xu’s voice grew stern. “Mr. Bo, as an adult, you must understand that withholding information can lead to misjudgment—”

“I will control the dosage.”

The steel in his voice made clear that if he refused to disclose further, there would be no more discussion.

“Very well. I’ll have it delivered to the estate tomorrow. But before the year ends, I’ll need to see you for tests.”

“Hm.”

After hanging up, Bao Tingyuan sank back into silence.

Earlier, he had instructed his assistant to silence anything that might make sound. Now only his own breathing remained—and the illusion of Wen Cishu’s.

Soft, comforting, like whispers at his ear, they gently dispersed the swirling unease drifting through his world.

-

At dawn, a pink, gauzy light spread across the horizon.

The round sun slowly rose from the horizon.

Uncle Xu, always an early riser, headed straight to Bao Tingyuan's RV.

He was surprised to find the young master glued to the screen, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

Though Bao Tingyuan’s posture remained upright—even in casual seating he betrayed no exhaustion—

Uncle Xu could keenly sense he had been through a night of hell, like a caged predator facing an unprecedented crisis.

The last time Uncle Xu saw such a state was during the little master’s birth.

His gaze slowly shifted to the two screens.

One showed the master sleeping peacefully on his side,

while the other captured both the master and the young master together.

Uncle Xu stepped forward and asked worriedly, “Young master? Have you… not slept all night?”

Bao Tingyuan moved his dry lips, his voice a gravelly rumble coming from deep in his chest.

“I forgot to tell Yi Ming.”

“What?”

Even though Uncle Xu might’ve been the one person in the Bao family who truly understood the young master, he was still puzzled now.

Bao Tingyuan: “His dad shouldn’t sleep sideways.”

Uncle Xu went cold, sensing the stern and reproachful tone. “He’s still just a kid, after all. Young master, don’t—”

Before he could say “get angry,” Bao Tingyuan lifted his head and looked at him through those icy lenses.

Uncle Xu snapped his mouth shut.

Bao Tingyuan turned back to the screen, where his youngest son huddled in a little ball, pressed against his dad’s back.

Just like Rong Rong in the show, always clinging to Zhu Wei’s clothes—like a little shadow.

He said leisurely, “Have Chef Chen from Li Ji come over and make his roast goose at the house.”

His tone had returned to normal, as if that earlier moment had never happened.

Glad he’d read it wrong, Uncle Xu relaxed and smiled. “Alright, I’ll contact him right away. The master always polishes off extra servings with Chef Chen’s homemade plum sauce.”

Back in the RV, Uncle Xu called Chef Chen, who was in the south.

Nearby, Aunt Zhong piped up, “Ask Chef Chen to bring along fresh stock ingredients too.”

Uncle Xu relayed everything and also contacted the private flight crew to arrange immediate transport for Chef Chen.

Later, he brought breakfast to the young master and confirmed that everything was set.

“By the time the show ends and we get home, Chef Chen should have a feast waiting.”

He could already picture the young master bouncing with excitement at the sight of the roast goose.