Chapter 73

Chapter 73

In the brief half-minute after Wen Cishu and Bao Tingyuan returned to the car,

the live-stream audience flooded the screen with frenzied comments, even spreading across multiple platforms.

Since Wen Cishu hadn’t turned off his microphone when he got out to wash up or during his conversation with Bao Tingyuan,

the audience heard every word.

“Bao Tingyuan, a kiss? Was I just baited into this show to get emotionally wrecked?”

“OMG my wife is so soft and sweet off-camera! I want a sweetheart who asks for kisses too!”

[Daddy just said ‘Mm, got it?’ That’s it?? So cold! Someone drag him out and give him a spanking!]

“Shouldn’t you just pull your wife in and kiss him already? Daddy, if you won’t kiss him properly, step aside and let me!”

“What did Daddy say in that super sexy voice later? It wasn’t English—anyone catch that?”

[It was French, probably meaning ‘Wait until tonight.’]

“?? Wait till tonight for the kisses? Wait… are we supposed to be hearing this?”

“Kissing at night? How? Where? Can we get a front-row seat to that?”

“Just some married couple flirting? Speaking French now? Hehe… now I’m imagining some *very* specific scenarios…”

In the car.

Wen Cishu sat in the passenger seat and only tensed up when he noticed Bao Tingyuan going for the mic. He let out a hesitant “Uh…”

He jerked his head down to stare at the microphone, then slowly, despairingly, lifted his gaze to Bao Tingyuan’s usually calm and stern face, his eyes darting nervously.

Bao Tingyuan frowned, immediately understanding his reaction, and reached out to grasp his wrist, giving it a firm squeeze. “Don’t worry.”

Wen Cishu wordlessly pulled his hand away, turning his face aside as he subtly shifted toward the car window, like he wanted to disappear.

—*Screaming internally!!!*

The next second, Bao Tingyuan took his hand and brought it to his lips. As Wen Cishu tried to pull away, he tightened his grip and brushed a kiss over his knuckles. “Really, it’s fine.”

Wen Cishu asked timidly, “R-really…?”

He wasn’t asking Bao Tingyuan—it was more like he was pleading with the audience.

Bao Tingyuan, in a measured tone, reassured him: “We’re literally married.”

“Oh… yeah, we are.”

Feeling the gentle reassurance in his gaze, Wen Cishu gradually calmed down.

—*Hell yeah! They’re *married* married!*

“Daddy’s absolutely right, no need to blush, Mommy~~~”

“Wife is *too* precious. I wanna spoil him, keep him, tease him~~ (Can’t even imagine how lucky Big Daddy is to have him.)”

From the back seat, a confused Bao Yiming leaned forward. “Papa, are you okay?”

Here's the improved translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

Wen Cishu murmured like a mosquito, "No..."

It was just his own mistake that got him totally owned.

Bao Yiming was about to ask more when Bao Tingyuan steered the conversation away: "Yi Ming, decided what to eat? We're heading for lunch now. After some rest, I'll take you jet skiing."

"Wow, awesome!" Bao Yiming, who'd been eyeing the fleet of white sailboats from the observation deck, exclaimed, "I want seafood at the pier!"

Being at the seaside, he was naturally eager to try water sports activities.

Wen Cishu tugged Bao Tingyuan's fingers: "What about me? What can I do?"

He definitely couldn't handle extreme water sports.

Bao Tingyuan replied, "We'll check the sea conditions first. If it's safe, we can drift around a bit on a sailboat."

Wen Cishu nodded.

Bao Tingyuan, seeing he was gradually calming down, nodded too.

Looking at his younger son's face in the rearview mirror, he asked deeply: "Captain?"

Bao Yiming cheered: "First mate reporting for duty! Set course for seafood immediately!"

Wen Cishu pursed his lips in a small smile.

The sea breeze wrapped him in its warm embrace.

"Such a sweet couple, such a happy little family. I'm turning into a jealous old hag."

-

"Mommy said they met through an arranged blind date. So marriage first, love later really exists? Mom, oh my god, the novels I read are coming to life! I can't even believe it!"

After a lavish seafood meal, Wen Cishu picked a café right nearby while Bao Tingyuan took their son jet skiing. The two spots were close by.

Wen Cishu had just sat down when Bao Tingyuan conjured a black telescope from nowhere.

"You bought this? When?"

Bao Tingyuan neither confirmed nor denied: "We'll be back soon."

Bao Yiming leaned against the sofa back, whispering to his Papa: "Papa, watch us later, okay~"

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair: "Got it. Stick close to Dad, don't get swept away."

"Impossible!"

Bao Yiming bounced up and down, "I'm the greatest, bravest captain ever!"

Bao Tingyuan put an arm around his son, giving Wen Cishu one last glance before leaving.

As Bao Tingyuan looked back, Wen Cishu raised his hand slightly and mouthed silently: Have fun.

When they reached the beach, Wen Cishu calibrated the telescope to perfection, watching their figures.

"Mommy can't go jet skiing because she isn't feeling well? What a bummer."

"The dessert Mommy ordered looks delicious. Mmm, taking a bite." Seaside.

Bao Tingyuan spoke with the jet ski rental attendant, and Bao Yiming picked out a sleek jet ski in platinum finish.

After Bao Tingyuan gave a few instructions, Bao Yiming obediently said, "Got it. Big Daddy, take it for a spin first. I won’t go in the water without permission."

He turned and pointed to the second floor of the café. "Little Daddy’s keeping an eye on me from up there."

"Good boy." Bao Tingyuan also glanced at Wen Cishu from afar.

Wen Cishu, of course, had a clear view and raised his hand to wave, signaling that he was watching.

Through his binoculars, he saw Bao Tingyuan board the jet ski first with an instructor, who seemed to be explaining how to start it.

Wen Cishu wondered—was Bao Tingyuan planning to drive it himself?

But he knew that in his youth, Bao Tingyuan had probably been as hyper as a little monkey, excelling at all kinds of sports, so it was likely he already knew how.

Before long, the instructor and Bao Tingyuan switched seats, and Bao Tingyuan took over driving the jet ski.

The jet ski kicked up twin plumes of spray, like wings flanking the jet ski.

Bao Yiming, watching the slightly forward-leaning, hawk-like figure cutting through the waves, exclaimed, "Wow! Big Daddy’s awesome!"

One of the staff operating the boats asked, "Your dad already know how to handle this? His skills look really good."

Bao Yiming nodded proudly. "My Big Daddy’s good at everything—horseback riding, fencing, and he’s amazing at tennis too!"

The staff member chuckled, sensing the pride in his childish tone.

Since the family of three had split up, the crew was filming Little Daddy with Ming Zai at the café, while Bao Yiming’s group was being recorded with a small camera.

Earlier, Bao Yiming had asked to wear it for filming.

Thus, the audience shared his perspective, seeing Big Daddy driving the jet ski and hearing his voice.

"Horseback riding? Fencing? Big Daddy is that strong?"

"With Big Daddy’s size and strength, what can’t he do? (Well, except kissing—he always waits till nighttime.)"

-

At the same time, in the café.

A staff member on the first floor politely stopped a guest trying to go upstairs. "I’m really sorry, but the upstairs is closed for a private event."

There was indeed a white triangular sign at the stairway, saying ‘Private—No Entry.’

The guest pointed upstairs. "Huh? But I think I saw someone drinking under the awning up there?"

Two men sitting nearby subtly turned their attention to the commotion.

The staff explained, "That’s part of our private event."

She handed over a menu and offered, "If you’d like to dine on the first floor, we’ll give you a free ¥188 afternoon snack set."

"Really?"

The guest had only asked out of curiosity, not actually insisting on going upstairs—just thinking the sea view might be better.

He hadn’t expected such a pleasant surprise and happily accepted the offer, sliding into a window booth on the first floor with his backpack.

As the staff went to prepare the food, the two men nearby relaxed.

-

After circling around with the driver for a while, Bao Tingyuan brought the jet ski back near the small boat.

He reached out to lift his son onto the front seat, carefully checking the boy's life jacket again, tightening every strap, and giving him instructions.

With Bao Tingyuan's long, strong arms and firm chest serving as protection, Yi Ming felt completely safe. He couldn't wait and said, "Big Daddy, let's go already! I won’t move around."

The jet ski roared to life but started off slowly.

"What? This slow?" Yi Ming was disappointed and urged, "Big Daddy, why not go faster?"

Bao Tingyuan, mindful of his son, gradually increased the speed. "Yi Ming, get comfortable first. No need to rush."

Wen Cishu, holding binoculars, watched as the father and son on the jet ski went from fast to slow, then to extremely fast, his heart in his throat.

Fortunately, it was only briefly. After the thrill, they returned to a moderate speed.

From a distance, Wen Cishu could see that the little monkey was clearly satisfied, pumping his arms excitedly in his big daddy’s embrace.

By the time they got off the jet ski, their clothes and pants were soaked by the waves.

Yi Ming babbled excitedly about his experience. "Big Daddy, can we do this again tomorrow? It was amazing!"

Bao Tingyuan pushed his son's wet hair back and wiped his face and neck with a towel handed by a staff member. "Let’s go change."

He threw a white towel over his own shoulders as well.

From Yi Ming’s camera angle, the audience could clearly see Bao Tingyuan’s black shirt clinging to his arms and torso, his chest and abs clearly outlined.

Father and son changed together before heading off to meet up with Wen Cishu.

Bao Tingyuan held a bag with their wet clothes.

At the café, he handed it to a bodyguard waiting in the first-floor lounge.

Wen Cishu smiled and waved when he saw them approaching.

Yi Ming ran over happily, throwing his arms around his little daddy’s neck and nuzzling cheeks. "Little Daddy, it was so exciting!"

Too bad they couldn’t bring little daddy along.

"Big Daddy looked awesome riding the jet ski just now. Did you see, little Daddy?"

Wen Cishu glanced at Bao Tingyuan. "Of course I saw. You looked cool too, Yi Ming. Alright, let’s go somewhere else now."

As the family of three walked downstairs, Wen Cishu felt Bao Tingyuan grab his hand.

He looked at him, puzzled.

Bao Tingyuan gestured to the photographer to follow Yi Ming down first.

Assuming the couple had something to discuss, the photographer continued downstairs.

This time, Wen Cishu hurriedly switched off both their microphones.

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Before he could finish, Bao Tingyuan yanked him close, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Amid the sound of the afternoon waves, Bao Tingyuan nuzzled into Wen Cishu’s temple and inhaled deeply. "Did the peach-flavored drink taste good?"

When they sat down, Wen Cishu, out of curiosity, chose a peach-flavored drink and admitted honestly, "Doesn't taste great."

His voice was a bit muffled from being held so tightly.

"Is that so?" Bao Tingyuan's lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, lightly teasing.

It was only then that Wen Cishu realized why no other tourists had come up to the second floor.

Clearly, Bao Tingyuan had booked the entire floor when he went to negotiate earlier.

He whispered, "The photographer might be looking for us, and Yi Ming too."

"Hmm."

Bao Tingyuan released him and fixed his collar.

Wen Cishu glanced at his hands, puzzled by the tender gesture. "Hmm?"

Bao Tingyuan asked in French, "Can I change my mind?"

"What?" Wen Cishu blinked.

Bao Tingyuan's hand wrapped around his waist, slowly pulling him closer. "I don’t want to wait until tonight."

Hesitating, Wen Cishu bit his lip.

An unconscious gesture, yet it seemed like a silent signal between them.

Bao Tingyuan took his hand and guided it to his glasses.

As Wen Cishu removed them, he whispered, "Not for too long, or Yi Ming and the photographer will—Mmm!"

His eyes widened abruptly before immediately yielding to the deep kiss, closing them again.

Bao Tingyuan's presence washed over him like blue waves crashing onto white sand—powerful yet gentle.

Wen Cishu clenched his arms around Bao Tingyuan’s waist, feeling the strength emanating from him.

Earlier, while looking through the binoculars, he had marveled at Bao Tingyuan’s physique—his long limbs, well-proportioned muscles, like Michelangelo’s David, exuding raw power and allure.

Now, pressed tightly by those strong arms, he felt almost molded into Bao Tingyuan’s body, becoming a part of him.

Between their tangled lips, Wen Cishu gasped breathlessly.

Bao Tingyuan’s green eyes fixed intently on his flushed, rapt expression.

At this moment, Wen Cishu’s handsome brows were slightly furrowed, his expression dazed, as if the kiss wasn’t intense enough—prompting Bao Tingyuan to kiss even more fiercely, wanting to kiss him until his eyes reddened.

Bao Tingyuan’s palm felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, advancing with deliberate conquest.

Only when Wen Cishu came to his senses and pushed against his waist did he relent—though not before giving a punishing suck on his tongue one last time.

Then, Bao Tingyuan released him and straightened his clothes once more.

As they descended the stairs, Wen Cishu pressed his damp lips together, still feeling the tingling aftertaste on his tongue.

Damn it—he actually wanted more.

Torn between self-reproach and blaming the other, Wen Cishu decisively chose the latter.

He swiftly struck, flicking Bao Tingyuan’s arm.

—A wicked tempter, leading him astray!