Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Evening.

Wen Cishu specially pulled the little monkey to sleep with him, asking the hotel to lay out three thin blankets, one for each of them.

Bo Yiming had been holding hands with his little daddy since getting off the plane, wagging an invisible little tail all the way.

Now he was deliberately being coy, glancing at Big Daddy’s blanket: “I don’t think Big Daddy really wants to sleep with me~”

Wen Cishu hugged him: “But Little Daddy really wants to feel the warmth of us three sharing a bed.”

“Hmm?” Bo Yiming looked up, blinking, then pounced into Little Daddy’s arms, wriggling around.

When Bo Tingyuan also got into bed, Bo Yiming quickly pulled out a fairy tale book from under his pillow.

Wen Cishu was puzzled: “When did you get that?”

He glanced at Bo Tingyuan, who was leaning against the right side; if he remembered correctly, he had also slipped a book into his suitcase.

—The father and son's tacit understanding was unparalleled.

Bo Yiming chuckled, feeling delighted by his “amazing move.”

He sat up straight, cleared his throat lightly: “So tonight I’ll tell stories to both daddies. Little Daddy, let’s have a contest to see who falls asleep first, okay?”

Actually, there was no need for a contest; it was usually Wen Cishu who fell asleep first.

He also took out a light blue pointed nightcap from beside his pillow, smiling broadly as he put it on the little monkey’s head: “It’s prepared by the hotel. Put it on before reading the story.”

It's kind of like a baby bonnet.

Bao Yiming tried to lift his eyes upward but couldn't see. Once it was on, he twisted his head and put on a cute act: "Little Daddy, am I adorable?"

"Of course~" Wen Cishu picked up his phone. "Big Daddy, come closer. Let's take a photo together."

Ever since entering the room and seeing the little sleep hat, he had wanted to do just that.

Bao Tingyuan's hand reached over their young son and rested on Wen Cishu's back.

A family bedtime photo of the three.

Bao Yiming hadn't expected such a wonderful moment and buried his face in Little Daddy's arms, nuzzling him.

Concerned it was getting late, Bao Tingyuan ruffled his son's hair and reminded him, "Yi Ming, time to start the story."

"Oh!" Bao Yiming quickly found the page.

Wen Cishu leaned to the side, sneaking a side photo of the little monkey.

A message from Bao Tingyuan popped up on the screen.

"Send me the photo?"

Wen Cishu glanced out of the corner of his eye—so impatient?

Pretending not to see it, he suppressed a smile and shared the side photo of the little monkey on Xiao Digua [social media platform].

"Tonight he's being such a good baby, completely focused on telling bedtime stories to both daddies."

momo: "Baby would make an amazing child model (no need to ask, mommy~)"

"With mixed features, so many styles work—Yi Ming was extra adorable tonight."

"Honey, where's your pic? Let me see, okay?"

"Is the bed big enough, mommy? Can you squeeze one more in too?"

Wen Cishu took a closer look. Under the pink-blue children's sleep cap, Yi Ming's face looked even chubbier than usual.

But as he scrolled down and saw thousands of people instantly trying to "squeeze in," he couldn't help smiling.

Bao Tingyuan, of course, noticed his expression and reached over their son to ruffle Wen Cishu's hair.

Wen Cishu playfully leaned away with a laugh, avoiding him.

"Ahem, ahem!" Bao Yiming didn't move, but his little hand tapped the blanket as he scolded seriously,

"I'm focusing on telling the story right now. Big Daddy needs to pay attention."

"Exactly~" Wen Cishu chimed in, "Distractions cost points, you know."

He remembered the little monkey’s childish words from last time and added, "Baby, take red flowers from Big Daddy."

"Okay. Take two."

Bao Yiming pretended to pluck two from Big Daddy's chest before transferring them to Little Daddy. "Here, Little Daddy."

Wen Cishu laughed and collapsed against the little one.

Having a child at home really is such a fun thing.

But when he looked up, he saw an unreadable glint in Bao Tingyuan's green eyes.

He quickly burrowed under the covers to avoid his gaze.

—Little monkey, protect Little Daddy!

Still holding his phone, he hid under the blankets and sent the pic to Bao Tingyuan.

Then, recalling what Bao Tingyuan had said on the plane, he sent the message he'd never voiced aloud.

"Bao Tingyuan."

"You mustn't blame yourself for the past."

After sending the message, he clutched his phone tightly, wondering how Bao Tingyuan would reply.

Then, a deep voice cut into Bao Yiming's French lesson.

"Yi Ming, can I switch to your Little Daddy's side?"

Wen Cishu pricked up his ears... Huh?

Bao Yiming muttered grumpily, "Switching seats mid-lesson?"

Big Daddy gave his neck a firm rub. "Hurry up! We're on a tight schedule."

"Hah..." Wen Cishu trembled with laughter under the covers, but soon the blanket was lifted, letting in a chill. "Hey, why didn't you bring the blanket?"

Bao Tingyuan pulled him close as he lay down. "Too many blankets crowd the bed."

Bao Yiming deliberately shook his head, making the tip of his nightcap sway.

—Dad's being ridiculous, obviously just wants to snuggle up to Papa.

He hopped off the bed. "Recess time! I'm going to the bathroom!"

Wen Cishu half-laughed and poked Bao Tingyuan’s shoulder. "Why are you crowding me?"

Bao Tingyuan narrowed his green eyes thoughtfully. "Didn’t you call me over?"

That didn't make sense, and Wen Cishu was the first to disagree. "I didn’t."

Bao Tingyuan picked up his phone and showed him the screen. "You said my name."

Wen Cishu: "?"

What does that mean? He blinked rapidly in confusion.

Bao Tingyuan’s eyes sparkled with amusement. With just one blink from him, Wen Cishu suddenly remembered.

That night’s words—"If your heart feels uncomfortable, just call my name"—rang in Wen Cishu’s ears.

Is that what he meant?

Wen Cishu glared at him, just as the sound of the little monkey’s scampering footsteps approached. He immediately ducked back under the covers.

Bao Yiming started reading again.

Both fathers stayed quiet, but beneath the blanket, Wen Cishu’s hand was pulled and slid under Bao Tingyuan’s shirt, resting against his abdomen.

Wen Cishu: ...Really wanted to lift it and slap him hard, but his palm felt the rise and fall of Bao Tingyuan’s chest and the firm muscles.

—Well, they are legally married. Touching is allowed.

-

Early the next morning.

The live viewership for *Zai Zai the Superman* reached another record high.

Season 3's reception had far exceeded the production team’s expectations, and now the anticipation for Season 4 matched top celebrity shows on major platforms.

"The official site released the routes for the four families—they’ll split up first and reunite at a destination in the evening. Sounds exciting!"

"Wonderful. I’m not crazy about competitions between families (I really don’t want kids being judged as winners or losers, don’t want to see any tears)."

"Will filming start from the hotel? Mommy’s hotel must be super luxurious, right? I'd love to see it—I'm not picky, I want to see it all!"

"Finally, we get to see Ming Zai’s two dads on screen together! You know? I’ve waited centuries for this—the production team owes me for all my waiting!"

The livestream began on schedule.

However, since each family group initiated their own broadcast, there was some variation.

Chu Han’s family was the first to go live.

When she started the live camera feed, she waved to viewers first.

She adjusted her sun hat and joked, "Our little star has been staring at mine and his dad's watches since earlier. He wouldn't allow us to be even a minute late, so aren't we the most punctual?"

"Yep! Thanks to Little Star for hurrying us up. So awesome."

"The weather by the sea is amazing, so jealous! (Pretty sis, don’t forget sunscreen!)"

"Where's brother-in-law? Where is he?"

Chu Han turned the camera toward the person in the driver’s seat. "This is Star’s dad. Dr. Lin, want to say hello?"

Dr. Lin, who was still buckling his seatbelt, wasn’t quite used to the camera yet. He raised his hand slightly. "Hello, everyone."

Having already appeared as a "background character" in Season 3 last week, the audience wasn’t unfamiliar with him.

"Wow, Dr. Lin is so handsome (Who said Chu Han’s husband was ugly? Who?)"

"Well, they were childhood sweethearts—meant to be together (Please trust a teenage girl’s picky taste, okay?)"

As more viewers joined in, they realized the first scene actually started inside the car.

Before long, Rong Rong and Xiao Qi’s families also started their livestreams one by one.

Both kids seemed excited, with even the usually introverted Rong Rong speaking up to introduce her dad.

Zhu Wei’s husband was a film editor. Though he had no experience being on camera, he’d participated in movie premieres and industry events.

As soon as he appeared, some fans recognized him right away.

Zhou Xu’s wife, on the other hand, was a middle school teacher.

Some of her past students even showed up in the livestream.

"My teacher married the idol I used to follow? And they have a kid I wanna kidnap in a sack? My mind is blown."

"So basically, your idol is your teacher’s husband?"

The last to go live was Ming Zai’s family.

After lots of anticipation from the audience, Yi Ming finally appeared on camera and apologized, "Sorry, we’re a few minutes late."

The fixed camera was mounted on the windshield, capturing everything inside the car from the front.

"Wow, mommy! Hugs and kisses!"

"The beauty’s bare face looks like something out of an anime. Seeing a long-haired heartthrob first thing in the morning is so good for my heart."

Bao Yiming rushed into the backseat with a box of breakfast, excitedly saying to the camera, "Hello, everyone! I’m here! Did you vote for me, huh?"

Wen Cishu fell back laughing into the seat. Seeing Bao Tingyuan hauling a case of water toward the trunk, he teased, "Yi Ming, aren’t you gonna introduce your big dad?"

Bao Yiming took out two adorable panda-faced buns from the box.

He handed one to his little dad and took a bite of the other, mumbling, "No need to introduce Big Dad. Isn’t he just the driver?"

"Oh come on, Ming Zai, quit being so tsundere!"

"Omg, I see Big Dad’s shadow—is he loading stuff into the trunk? Those legs go on forever!"

Soon after, Bao Tingyuan opened the car door.

The audience saw an extremely tall figure climb in and start adjusting the front seats, followed by a face that looked even more ethnically ambiguous than Yi Ming’s.

With chiseled European features and a calm gaze, he naturally carried a cool, detached vibe.

Wen Cishu leaned in, poked Bo Tingyuan’s shoulder, and pointed toward the camera. “Camera’s right here.”

“Mm.” Bo Tingyuan glanced at the lens, his tone casual. “Hello.”

“Those green eyes, those mile-long legs, those broad shoulders, that face, that voice, those frameless glasses, that buttoned-up bad boy… Sorry, I’ll return your wife to you—I’m crying!”

“I have a very necessary suggestion: Daddy, can you sit in the back with Mommy and let your son drive?”

“Ming Zai: Have you no heart? I’m only nine years old!”

Bo Tingyuan turned slightly toward the person behind him and asked softly, “Anything else to say?”

Wen Cishu chuckled. “Nope, just a greeting is fine. Are you nervous?”

Bo Tingyuan gave him a raised eyebrow, then turned back and adjusted the rearview mirror to ensure he had a clear view of both his husband and son.

“Yi Ming, buckle your seatbelt.”

“Okaaay~” Bo Yiming scooted back, creating some distance from his little dad, then waved his hand commandingly. “First mate, full speed ahead!”

The two dads glanced at each other through the rearview mirror, exchanging a knowing smile.