Chapter 56

Chapter 56

On the way to the restaurant.

Wen Cishu was spacing out when he suddenly noticed the little monkey beside him unwrapping a perfectly straight little wooden "stick."

He reached out and grabbed the silver-carved handle, blurting out, "Where did this cane come from?"

Bao Yiming pouted, "Little Daddy, you totally weren’t listening to me, huh? After you got off the phone with Big Daddy, I said I wanted this, and you said sure and told the lady to wrap it."

"..."

Wen Cishu ruffled his son’s hair and immediately apologized, "Sorry, Daddy was a little distracted."

"It’s okay~" Bao Yiming snuggled into his little daddy’s arm. "Mingming baby isn’t mad at Little Daddy~"

He waved the cane. "Does this look good?"

Wen Cishu gently set the silver tip on the car mat, slowly spinning it with his fingers. He couldn’t tell what kind of wood it was, but the pure black and silver combo was seriously cool. "But this doesn’t seem like something kids play with, huh?"

Bao Yiming took it back, studying the silver carvings like a treasure, and declared, "I can play with it when I grow up~"

Wen Cishu looked over from the cane to his son’s profile. "Mm. You’ll grow up just fine."

He leaned slightly sideways, quietly watching his son examine the details.

"Yi Ming, do you like it?"

Bao Yiming nodded, planting the cane by his side and straightening his posture. "Little Daddy, don’t I look all fancy like this?"

With his Chinese-French heritage—amber eyes and dark brown hair—and sharp features, he looked every bit the young gentleman, except for his casual clothes.

Wen Cishu couldn’t help but laugh at his little monkey and gave his cheek a playful pinch.

"Yeah~ You’ve turned into a little prince."

Bao Yiming, thrilled by the praise, was over the moon.

At the restaurant’s parking area.

As the car stopped, Wen Cishu spotted a tall figure approaching the back seat—none other than Bao Tingyuan.

Bao Yiming bounced out of the car, glanced over the roof, and shot his big daddy a look, as if saying, *Got Little Daddy here—nailed it, right?*

Bao Tingyuan leaned against the car door and gave his son a nod.

Inside the car, Wen Cishu was about to push the door open himself when he found it stuck.

He thought the mechanism was broken at first, but then he heard the voice outside.

Bao Tingyuan said, "Yi Ming, go ahead and order first. I need to talk to your little daddy for a moment."

"Okay~"

Bao Yiming figured Little Daddy was acting weird because Big Daddy had upset him, so he naturally accepted that the two daddies needed some alone time to "talk."

He waved his new toy and skipped off.

Two bodyguards fell in step beside the young master, flanking him protectively.

At Bao Tingyuan's cue, the driver stepped out first.

Wen Cishu immediately recalled the earlier phone call and glanced at the long legs outside the car window.

"Just a few words," huh?

At that moment, the rear car door opened.

Wen Cishu, on impulse, suddenly grabbed the inner handle of the door, digging in his heels.

The force wasn’t strong—if Bao Tingyuan had exerted full strength, he could have easily pulled it open. But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned slightly over the door and looked into the car. "What’s wrong?"

Wen Cishu thought to himself:

Bao Tingyuan, how dare you even ask!

Making me miss a meal? Unforgivable.

Glaring, he blurted out, "I don’t want to move. Get in from the other side."

Bao Tingyuan didn’t budge. He watched Wen Cishu’s lively expression, his brows raised, his dark eyes glinting like distant stars—breathtaking.

Calmly, he countered in a low voice, "If I get in from that side, will you get out from this one?"

Busted, Wen Cishu snapped, "I’m not as childish as you. Hey—" Before he could finish, Bao Tingyuan’s long legs forcefully stepped into the car, muscling him over.

Before Wen Cishu could react, he was hauled into Bao Tingyuan’s lap, now sitting face-to-face.

His palms pressed against Bao Tingyuan’s structured suit shoulders as he leaned back slightly, staring into those piercing green eyes through his glasses.

Today, he wore a beige high-collared Chinese-style top, his black hair cascading over his shoulders like liquid shadow.

For a fleeting moment, Bao Tingyuan seemed to see him in his mind—bare, with long hair draped over snow-white skin like silk, a sinful vision.

In such a confined space, under such prolonged silence and searing gaze, Wen Cishu didn’t just see it in Bao Tingyuan’s eyes—every one of his senses could acutely perceive the desire radiating from him.

He was the first to yield, his supporting hands slipping down involuntarily as he grumbled under his breath, "You promised earlier."

Bao Tingyuan caught his hand, gently kneading his knuckles. "Promised what?"

His deep voice carried a feigned nonchalance.

"You…"

Wen Cishu knew—if Bao Tingyuan wasn’t speaking French, it meant he wasn’t taking this seriously.

At that moment, Bao Tingyuan’s fingertips rubbed his fingers with deliberate intimacy, like vines slowly brushing against tender skin, igniting a slow, unnamed heat.

It hit Wen Cishu—had he accidentally revealed his true feelings in his sleep last night? His gaze flickered briefly over Bao Tingyuan’s thin lips, his suspicion solidifying.

Wen Cishu’s ears flamed.

Bao Tingyuan noticed. His hand lifted to cradle Wen Cishu’s shoulder, his index finger toying with the reddened, pearl-like earlobe.

Under this deliberate yet seemingly casual touch, Wen Cishu’s dry lips parted slightly, his breaths coming hotter.

Mmm. So I did.

Bao Tingyuan reluctantly let him go. "We shouldn’t leave Yi Ming hanging. Time to go."

Wen Cishu suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief, about to glare at him.

But before he could react, the back of his head was gripped by a broad palm and pressed forward, causing him to collide with Bao Tingyuan’s lips as if he were throwing himself at him.

“Mmm…” Wen Cishu was tightly encircled in Bao Tingyuan’s powerful arms, his senses and mind utterly overwhelmed in an instant. As their lips met, his rapid breaths were filled with the other’s warm yet overpowering presence.

Wen Cishu felt like an empty, cold bottle suddenly filled to bursting with boiling water.

His tightly shut eyelids trembled violently—the heat almost drew a whimper from him.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, breathing heavily. Their bodies were still pressed together, and Bao Tingyuan brushed his lips in gentle kisses, as if unwilling to part.

Wen Cishu didn’t even know when his glasses had been removed—had they been dislodged when he lunged forward earlier?

As Wen Cishu lifted his gaze, Bao Tingyuan’s thumb brushed over the flushed corner of his eye, then slowly traced down his refined features, gliding along his smooth, pale cheek, past slightly tousled strands of hair, and finally resting on the small mole at the side of his neck.

Unaware of where Bao Tingyuan was touching, Wen Cishu instinctively tilted his chin upward.

The taut line of his neck held a dangerously alluring appeal.

Before he could react, Bao Tingyuan lowered his head and kissed the side of his neck.

“A sharp sting—”

Wen Cishu clenched his fingers into Bao Tingyuan’s clothes.

Then, the spot was licked, then gently sucked by a damp tongue, as if being savored.

His breathing quickened again, his hands rising to grip the ends of Bao Tingyuan’s hair—though he should have pushed him away, he only pulled him closer.

When Bao Tingyuan finally lifted his head, looking content, his deep gaze lingered on Wen Cishu’s eyes glazed with desire.

Wen Cishu said nothing, only unconsciously pressing his lips together—but the motion made it seem like he was deliberately pursing them, almost like an invitation.

Bao Tingyuan lowered his head again to close the distance.

Wen Cishu flinched backward. “Aren’t you going to eat? Yi Ming is still waiting for us—what will you tell him later?”

Bao Tingyuan’s lips brushed against his in a tender touch.

“Yi Ming won’t ask. No need to explain.”

Hearing this, a shiver ran down Wen Cishu’s spine, and he quickly said, “Bao Tingyuan, I’m hungry.”

The fog in Bao Tingyuan’s green eyes gradually cleared, like a fresh wind clearing through a misty forest.

“Mm.”

Only then did Wen Cishu relax, instinctively touching the side of his neck.

A pink flush bloomed across his snow-white skin.

Amid the flush, a small mole stood out, all the more striking and tempting.

As they got out of the car, Wen Cishu prepared to walk on his own, only for Bao Tingyuan to suddenly slip his suit jacket over his shoulders.

“Huh? I’m not cold.”

Though it was already evening, the air held no bite.

Then, Wen Cishu felt an arm drape over his shoulder as Bao Tingyuan lifted him.

Though the place was nearly empty, he still squirmed a little. “I can walk by myself. I’m not uncomfortable.”

“I know.” Bao Tingyuan rubbed his temple against his soft cheek.

He’d been the uncomfortable one all along. “Hold me tight.”

Wen Cishu quickly wrapped his arms tightly around Bao Tingyuan’s shoulders, pressing his chest against him.

Only when he noticed Bao Tingyuan freeing one hand to tug at his suit jacket did he realize why he’d taken it off earlier. He relaxed, nestling his face into Bao Tingyuan’s neck and pretending to be asleep.

They arrived at a private restaurant booth.

Bao Yiming, who was already eating, whispered, “Is Little Daddy asleep?”

Wen Cishu thought to himself—looks like my act worked.

He swung his feet playfully and lifted his face with a smile. “Nope~”

Bao Tingyuan settled him into the booth, gently smoothing his messy black hair.

Wen Cishu tilted his head back, letting his hair tumble loose, then nudged Bao Tingyuan’s arm. “Go on, sit and eat.”

Once both fathers were seated, Wen Cishu wiped his hands with a warm towel, only to notice their little monkey across the table glancing back and forth between them.

Wen Cishu suddenly remembered the mark on his neck—had he seen it?

Worried he'd been found out, his heart pounded nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Bao Tingyuan set down the white warm towel and leaned back leisurely on the sofa.

Bao Yiming hesitated, fidgeting with his knife, its tip tapping lightly against the white porcelain plate with a soft *click-clack*.

It was the first time Wen Cishu had seen his son with such an expression. “Hmm?”

Bao Yiming asked in a small voice, “Daddy, since you talked for so long in the car, that means you don’t need to sleep together tonight, right?”

Wen Cishu: “….”

He unceremoniously kicked Bao Tingyuan’s shoe under the table.

Bao Tingyuan leisurely picked up a glass of water and handed it to him, saying to their son, “We’ll talk about tonight’s matters tonight. Eat first.”

Bao Yiming: “Hmph!”

He was already nine—he could tell when he was being brushed off!

Tilting his head adorably, he asked, “Little Daddy~ What do you think?”

Holding the water glass, Wen Cishu pondered a major question for the first time:

Why did he ever have kids anyway?

Oh, right—he hadn’t had a choice. That damn author made him do it.

He blinked. “Sweetie, Daddy’s starving~”

“Aww! Then let’s eat now!”

Bao Yiming pouted. “It’s all Big Daddy’s fault! Who talks right before eating? If my teacher talked to me before lunch, I’d be mad too!”

“Exactly, exactly~” Wen Cishu grumbled in agreement.