Chapter 77

Chapter 77

That night, only Ming Zai's family of three turned off all the live-streaming cameras in their suite.

Xiao Qi and Rong Rong, being young, slept with their dad and mom respectively in the master bedroom.

The civilian partners of these two families rested in the smaller bedroom without turning on the live stream.

Xingxing slept alone and stayed on live stream the whole time, while the master bedroom, occupied by the parents, had its cameras turned off around midnight.

Viewers expressed understanding toward the other three families while ruthlessly dragging Ming Zai's family online.

Wen Cishu's Xiao Digua account got bombarded with comments.

"Waaah, throwing tiny punches at both daddies! I'm so mad!"

"A full 8 hours without seeing the gorgeous beauty—I'll literally die."

"Doing the math, it's 100% Daddy's fault."

Under the latest post by blogger momo (who'd previously spilled tea about Bao Tingyuan's company), netizens flooded the comments with gossip.

Late at night with the boss asleep, momo was still replying diligently, trying to save face for the boss.

"Is your President Bao this bossy at the company too?!"

Momo: "Sis! Cut our President Bao's family some slack as regular folks! Though we'd love to watch the boss's family of three, let's give them some privacy, okay?"

"Blogger, any juicy deets about President Bao and the beauty's love story?"

Momo: "== I'm just a junior staffer. I only saw what Mommy [fan term] looks like through the livestream. (Though a senior colleague mentioned President Bao first returned to China ten years ago—he grew up in France but already spoke pretty good Chinese.)"

"Ten years ago?? But Ming Zai's only nine?"

Momo: "Yup! Apparently he was handling both marriage prep and company takeover at once."

"So Daddy met Mommy [fan term] in Paris, rushed back to woo her, and won over her family with his looks, money, and charm before walking down the aisle?"

Momo: "Uh... no clue. Probably even senior staff don't know those details. But President Bao does have killer management skills."

Suddenly, French IPs started commenting in Chinese:

"Oops, got the tea from a classmate—President Bao's mom is Madame Yilianna [sic], head of a fashion empire. Low-key impressive. Here's their estate [photo]."

The photo showed a neo-Renaissance chateau, its perfect symmetry screaming old money. Towering statues, a goddess fountain, and endless lawns all radiated generational wealth.

Another foreign comment added: "This is government-certified as garden-level architecture. My family's old magazine interview says Madame Yilianna remained unmarried but has a Chinese-French son who's her pride."

"Could've fooled me as a French palace [my mind is shook]."

"If President Bao's really Yilianna's only son, then Ming Zai's heir to two mega-fortunes? Living his best snack-filled life with generational wealth secured?"

Netizens finally figured out Daddy's wardrobe—every piece was bespoke luxury items or off-the-rack from Yilianna's fashion empire's niche brands. Even a basic Panama hat went for five figures easy.

"I can't even comprehend the prices anymore. Were the bedding items Mommy left with the show crew in the first episode all four- or five-figure pieces?"

"Xiao Digua's fashion bloggers must be thrilled. They'll soon be scrambling for dupes and posting unboxing videos."

"Exactly. Even if we can't get the exact same items, just tagging along with Mommy's collection will make it blow up online."

In reality, it was even more exaggerated than netizens imagined.

Some bloggers had already started showing off their official website order screenshots and chat records with European personal shoppers, hinting at their unboxing videos while attracting attention.

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By dawn the next day, viewers were already waiting for the live stream.

"I’m so grumpy in the morning. I hope Daddy shows us beautiful Mommy right away, or I’ll lose my mind!"

"Wait… I’m here too, but I bet we’ll have to wait until at least 8 or 9 a.m. for the broadcast."

In the suite, Bao Tingyuan glanced at his youngest son curled up at the edge of the bed, pulling the covers over him and gently adjusting the blanket to the back of his head.

Then, he moved to the left side, gazing quietly at Wen Cishu's sleeping face.

"Bao Tingyuan, I want to see the sunrise by the sea."

That was what Wen Cishu had whispered in his arms before falling asleep last night.

Bao Tingyuan had agreed—if he woke up naturally, they’d go; otherwise, next time.

Wen Cishu had even booped his cheek, negotiating that they could nap after returning from the sunrise.

Now, Bao Tingyuan’s fingers brushed through his tousled long hair before he leaned down to kiss his naturally soft, pouted lips. Initially intending to wake him, he instead lingered over them, pressing his own full lower lip against them.

Wen Cishu’s arms automatically slid around his waist, pulling him closer.

When Bao Tingyuan was learning Chinese, he’d come across flowery phrases like "soft fragrance in embrace."

At this moment, those words became real.

Yet, the instant he parted Wen Cishu’s lips—

Wen Cishu’s eyelids fluttered violently before he opened his eyes. "What time is it?"

What about his seaside sunrise?

Bao Tingyuan’s voice was rough with sleep, warm with desire. "Still early. Just past four."

As he spoke, his tongue teased slowly past Wen Cishu’s lips.

Still drowsy, Wen Cishu melted into the increasingly skilled kiss, drifting in a warm, dazed bliss.

Only when his blurred vision finally focused did he turn his face away, pretending to pout. "We’re both awake, but you’re only thinking of your own fun. You don’t care about my sunrise… Mm…"

He pouted pitifully, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

At the word "fun," Bao Tingyuan’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

His palm slid around Wen Cishu’s slender waist, rubbing gently before pressing a kiss to his hair. "The seaside’s chilly and windy."

"You always have an excuse."

Here’s the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

A sulky, hurt voice, "Like my opinion even matters. Ow—" His waist was squeezed firmly, making him wriggle away.

Suddenly, both of them heard their youngest son, Ming Zai, smacking his lips on the far side of the bed, followed by the sound of him turning over.

Everything went dead silent.

Wen Cishu suddenly remembered—they were sharing the bed with Little Monkey!

What the hell was he thinking?

Wait, what was Bao Tingyuan doing first thing in the morning?

In a huff, he pinched Bao Tingyuan’s wrist and pushed him away.

Every time Bao Tingyuan tried to touch him again, Wen Cishu silently swatted his hand away.

The couple engaged in a childish, silent back-and-forth of pursuit and rejection, both on and off the bed.

After a quick wash, as they were about to leave, Bao Tingyuan checked Wen Cishu’s clothes and wrapped him in a blanket before finally feeling at ease.

"Ah, wait a second!" Wen Cishu grabbed a small camera and microphone, waving them at Bao Tingyuan. "They’ll never guess we’re up this early for the sunrise."

The audience truly hadn’t anticipated that the family who ended their stream the earliest would start broadcasting again at sunrise.

The livestream opened with a vast, tranquil sea beneath a hazy blue sky.

Wen Cishu popped into frame and waved. "Good morning? Anyone there? We’re here for the sunrise."

He glanced up at Bao Tingyuan with a smile. "But Yi Ming is still resting—it’s just me and his dad."

The camera was clipped to Bao Tingyuan’s collar.

A thick blanket wrapped around Wen Cishu’s shoulders, pinning down his loose, unbound hair. The messy strands gave him a relaxed, lazy charm.

Worrying he might be cold, Bao Tingyuan draped another thin blanket over his head, covering him up to the bridge of his nose.

Only Wen Cishu’s eyes peeked out, crinkling with laughter.

"Ahhh, Mom! I caught the stream! Oh my god, it’s a seaside sunrise!"

"OMG! A decade married and still this romantic? (RIP little Ming Zai!)"

"Mommy, you don’t age! Is this really the dad of a nine-year-old? Looks more like a college boy to me!"

"Though I love seeing the whole family’s sweet moments, daddy’s POV feels immersive—it’s like I’m the one dating mommy (lol)."

"Coming here secretly with daddy for the sunrise, mommy looks extra happy. So sweet~"

Half an hour before sunrise coincided with the month’s low tide.

As the sea receded, the sand appeared unusually smooth, with remaining water creating a winding, giant glass mirror across the shore.

Before the sun rose, the morning clouds in the lavender-pink sky reflected on the sandy mirror, painting a breathtaking scene.

Between the sky and sea, the world became one.

Suddenly, Wen Cishu took a quick step back, avoiding the camera, and planted a kiss on Bao Tingyuan’s cheek, his lips curling in a silent smile. As Wen Cishu leaned in, Bao Tingyuan tilted the camera away with one hand while the other cupped the back of his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

Wen Cishu remembered every conversation they had last night—every word Bao Tingyuan said, every glance he gave him.

Even now, recalling it still moved him deeply.

"The sunrise is beautiful, I see it, but where's Mommy? Why is there no sound at all?"

"Shh, the adults are kissing, kids shouldn't make noise."

"Hahahaha, girl, you really know life—you could tell they were kissing!"

"So beautiful, so beautiful—basically, I was practically there witnessing it in person. (Next week, I’m going there too. I want to see the same epic sunrise at the same spot as Mommy and Daddy!)"

At this moment, the room’s live feed just started.

Bao Yiming, with a wild bedhead, sat in the middle of the bed, surrounded only by pillows and blankets—his dads were nowhere in sight.

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes blazed with anger, his hands resting on the blanket slowly clenching into fists.

The next second, his fists hammered the pillows one after another.

"Hahaha, your dads went to see the sunrise without you~ Don’t sulk, Ming Zai~"

"I can’t wait to see how the dads explain this to their kid—this’ll be hilarious~"