Chapter 50

Chapter 50

In the afternoon, the Q&A session of Ming Zai’s family from *Zai Zai the Superman* shot to the top of trending faster than even the production team could have anticipated.

#Real-life high-society arranged marriage#

#The kid who won the birth lottery#

Netizens initially thought these were promotional hashtags for a TV drama, only to find lively discussions from real people once they clicked through.

“This variety show must be fake—no family is this happy in real life (I refuse to believe it, I really don’t, sob).”

“Looks, height, wealth—having everything handed to you must be so boring, sob, it’s true, sob.”

“What kind of matchmaking scheme did the great-grandpa and grandpa set up? Why didn’t my late grandpa arrange something this good for me?”

“Grandpa says: Beats me~”

Viewers flooding in from various platforms pushed the live viewership to a peak.

Newcomers were disappointed they couldn’t participate in the Q&A.

“Production team, how about a live Q&A session where we can ask questions in real-time?”

[Wow, the screen would be flooded with ‘wife’—mommy would probably turn beet red (mommy seems so innocent, every thought shows on his face).]

“+1, I’d love to tease the gorgeous wifey a little (just kidding).”

Not just the audience, but Zhu Wei, Chu Han, Zhou Xu, and others were also watching Ming Zai’s family live stream.

Zhu Wei, who had suggested spacing out the Q&A time, covered her mouth giggling while secretly worrying about what strange questions she might get later.

-

In Bao Yiming’s bedroom.

Wen Cishu started to get up, only to learn the questions weren’t finished yet.

“There’s more?”

“Huh? We’ve only asked two so far.”

Bao Yiming asked, “Papa, do you need to use the bathroom?”

“…Mm.”

Wen Cishu still insisted on standing. He needed to wash his face or just take some space.

He glanced at Bao Tingyuan and quickly whispered, “Then you ask Yi Ming first.”

Having sat too tensely, his legs had fallen asleep under the pressure.

As he stood, his legs prickled, and he gave a small yelp before a strong arm caught him firmly.

“Careful.” Bao Tingyuan pulled him close.

From the camera angle, Wen Cishu’s face wasn’t visible due to his position.

The audience only saw him leaning slightly, draped over Ming Zai’s dad’s arm, black hair cascading down in soft waves.

“This is just showing off their love, right? Just kill me with jealousy already.”

"Mommy is so adorably delicate—it just melts my heart~~~ Big daddy caught him so fast~ It's like a scene from a romance drama!"

"Wow, I can actually see the muscle definition under that black shirt so clearly, hehehe."

Bao Tingyuan supported Wen Cishu with one hand while swiftly removing the camera with the other, along with the third question card, and handed them to his son.

He instructed, "Yi Ming, I'll help your little daddy. You go ahead and answer the third question first."

"Okay~"

Bao Yiming lifted the camera to face himself and grinned, "Now it's my time to shine~"

He opened the card and showed it to the lens.

"? Ming Zai, don't be like this! Let us see your dads for a second!"

The third question: "Yi Ming, what do you think are your daddies' respective shortcomings? What would you like them to improve on?"

Bao Yiming glanced at the figures outside the tent—big daddy had picked up little daddy again.

He smiled before speaking.

"What did you see, kiddo? Aaaaaah, I'm so curious!"

"Reminding myself for the ten-thousandth time that this is a parent-child variety show. Ming Zai, go ahead and answer, aunties are ready."

Bao Yiming hugged the plush toy his little daddy had been holding and answered seriously, "My big daddy's flaw is that he's too tall. But he probably can't change that, so I'll just have to grow taller myself to be as tall as him!"

He emphasized the words "be as tall as him."

Squeezing the toy's cheeks, he continued, "As for my little daddy—"

He was about to say "no shortcomings," but inspired by his earlier remark, he added with a laugh, "Little daddy is too thin. I hope he can put on a little weight~ and be healthier."

"Big daddy too tall, little daddy too thin—are those really flaws? Kid, just say you think both daddies are perfect!"

"Aww, Ming Zai is being so sweet and cute today with both daddies around~ Hugs and cuddles!"

"What are the daddies doing? Huh? Ugh, I'm so impatient!"

-

In the bathroom.

Wen Cishu washed his face with warm water.

Water droplets trailed down his handsome face, and his wet lashes fluttered slightly when he met the gaze of the silent figure in the mirror.

His slender hands braced against the sink as he raised his brows slightly and asked softly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Earlier, when Bao Tingyuan carried him in, he had already turned off the microphone.

As he spoke, a pearl-like droplet fell from his jaw, catching the sunlight midair.

The droplet seemed like a peculiar signal—before it even hit the sink, Wen Cishu was spun around halfway by Bao Tingyuan's arm around his waist.

With a very faint "click," Wen Cishu found himself pressed to his chest.

Remembering his earlier premonition, he hesitantly pushed him and whispered, "Yi Ming is still waiting for us."

Bao Tingyuan cupped his cheek, his thumb pressing just firmly enough against his incredibly soft lower lip. "Did I make that bad of a first impression?"

His head was slightly raised, his gaze cool and detached, his tone flat—giving the distinct impression of anger.

Wen Cishu didn’t notice any of this. Instead, his brain instinctively screamed with exclamation points:

!! French!!

From what he’d observed since waking, whenever Bao Tingyuan spoke in French, those words carried serious weight—so much that only his mother tongue could convey them with absolute precision.

Wen Cishu lowered his eyelids slightly, his lowered gaze even catching the way Bao Tingyuan’s fingers traced over his lips with purposeful intent.

He took a breath, his lips parting faintly, though it nearly seemed like he was about to kiss his fingers.

Bao Tingyuan’s fingertips felt the warmth of his breath, while his other long fingers glided over his pale, delicate skin, like fingers brushing harp strings.

Leaning in slightly, Bao Tingyuan caught his wandering gaze and gave a low, questioning “Hmm?”

Every time he got this close, Wen Cishu couldn’t help but hold his breath. He had to open his mouth and blurt out, “You… when you ask a question, can’t you ever drop the form of address?”

—Even in private, he wouldn’t let Yi Ming call him “mommy.”

After saying this, he felt completely justified, even straightening his back slightly and glaring at him on purpose.

Bao Tingyuan’s palm molded even more tightly against the narrow curve of his waist due to the movement, the thin fabric of his loungewear doing little to hide the heat of his skin.

The bathroom in this bedroom faced west.

At this moment, the slanting sunlight reflected off Bao Tingyuan’s glasses, creating a harsh glare.

Wen Cishu’s glare wasn’t intimidating at all—in fact, his own eyes stung from staring.

He said coolly, “Take off your glasses.”

Bao Tingyuan slowly arched one brow, a storm brewing in his green eyes.

Seeing that mysterious, inscrutable expression again, Wen Cishu grumbled, “Fine, don’t take them off. I’ll go keep Yi Ming company.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Bao Tingyuan caught and lifted his hand, his fingertips just brushing the temple of the glasses.

Bao Tingyuan: “Help me take them off.”

Wen Cishu thought irritably—*You need my help just to take off your glasses?*

But when he actually pinched the frame, he couldn’t bear to meet those green eyes so close to his own, as if he were crossing some forbidden line.

Just as the glasses lifted half an inch from the bridge of his nose, revealing those green eyes directly, Wen Cishu’s fingers trembled slightly, his gaze flickering away before he finally pulled them off completely.

Without the cold barrier and framing of the lenses, Bao Tingyuan’s Western bone structure—inherited from his first-generation mixed heritage—became even more striking and pronounced.

Beneath his prominent brow bones, his eye sockets were deep-set, his nose high and straight.

The entire structure of his face carried a commanding, sculpted strength, as if deliberately carved by a master artisan.

Yet, in stark contrast, his green eyes were ringed with a soft halo of light, like a golden-green lake bathed in sunset.

Under the focused gaze of those eyes, Wen Cishu felt adrift yet cradled in warmth—helpless but gently held.

His nerves tingled all over. It was just taking off glasses. Just looking directly into Bao Tingyuan’s eyes. So why had the rhythm of his heartbeat gone so erratic?

If before, Wen Cishu had occasionally felt that Bao Tingyuan’s gaze seemed like it wanted to kiss him—

At this very moment, the tension grew even thicker.

He lowered his head, his eyes darting around, looking for something to focus on, only to have Bao Tingyuan’s thumb gently lift his chin, making him tilt his head up and meet those piercing green eyes once more.

Without the barrier of glasses, Bao Tingyuan studied every inch of his face—from the delicate brows to the refined bridge of the nose, down to those soft lips. "Well? Care to answer now?"

Wen Cishu realized that those glasses weren’t meant to shield others from seeing through Bao Tingyuan, but to protect them from being "skewered" by his gaze.

Clutching the glasses, he pressed his lips together and muttered, confused, "Say what?"

A smirk played on Bao Tingyuan’s lips. "First impression."

Still in French, of course.

Wen Cishu’s mind spun hazily. *Does he really care that much?*

*Yi Ming, why aren’t you here to save your little dad?!*

He shifted slightly, weighing his chances of wriggling free from the ironclad embrace of Bao Tingyuan’s arms.

However, Bao Tingyuan’s arms were like a boa’s grip—the moment the person in his embrace moved, they coiled tighter, locking him in place like a trap.

Wen Cishu took a deep breath and raised his face, slipping the glasses onto his own nose. Then, in a rapid burst of French, he blurted out, "Handsome, charming, sexy."

After forcing out the words, he stubbornly met Bao Tingyuan’s gaze through narrowed eyes, teasing boldly, "Do you like my answer, dear Mr. Bo?"

Before he could even retract his cocky grin, that devastatingly handsome face suddenly closed in.

Behind the lenses, his pupils dilated slightly, clearly reflecting the alluring yet predatory expression before him.

As the distance between them shrank, their scorching gazes locked onto each other.

Half a second later, Wen Cishu’s lips met his.

In that instant, it felt as though gravity had vanished—his body floating weightlessly into the clouds, spinning wildly as if caught in a cosmic whirlpool.

Peering through his own glasses, Bao Tingyuan stared, soft and fond, at the person he had always cherished.

"Do you like my kiss, dear Mr. Wen?"