Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Upon arriving at Monkey Island, the four groups of guests took the sightseeing cable cars separately.

Since Xiao Qi and Rong Rong were younger, their families opted for fully enclosed cable cars.

Bao Yiming and Brother Xingxing held hands.

Brother Xingxing gazed at the long aerial cableway, which seemed endless at first glance.

Standing on tiptoes, he whispered, "Brother, why don’t you ride with us?"

Bao Yiming had originally thought he could stay and play with Brother Xingxing after arriving on the island, but they had to split up right away.

He looked uncertainly between his two dads with a conflicted expression.

Just as Wen Cishu bent down to speak, Chu Han jumped in first, inviting: "How about Yi Ming rides with us? Yi Ming, what do you think?"

She looked at Wen Cishu reassuringly, "No worries, we’ve got him."

Wen Cishu wasn’t worried and nodded in agreement.

With that settled, Bao Yiming no longer hesitated. He first helped his two dads into their cable car and gave them some last-minute instructions.

Since the photographers weren’t riding with the families, they boarded separate cable cars.

The filming fell to one of the family members.

Once seated, Bao Tingyuan adjusted the camera on his collar.

The cable car was slow to start, and Bao Yiming hadn’t left yet when he suddenly noticed a red mark on his big dad’s neck.

"Big Dad, what happened to your neck? Did a mosquito bite you?"

Wen Cishu froze, his ears burned.

—That was from him leaving hickeys in the cave earlier.

He turned away awkwardly, pretending to study the view outside.

At that moment, the camera captured Wen Cishu’s reaction, and viewers instantly picked up on it.

"Mommy, what’s with that reaction? Is that what I think it is… [heart-eyes][heart-eyes]"

"When Mommy was on Daddy’s back, I noticed he was holding on so tight, his face completely buried in Daddy’s neck—definitely getting frisky when we weren’t looking."

"Ming Zai is amazing! What a sharp kid~"

Bao Tingyuan intercepted his son’s hand before it could touch the mark. "Mm."

He nodded toward him slightly and reminded him, "Yi Ming, Brother Xingxing is waiting for you."

"Oh!" Bao Yiming scrambled down, with a head tilt and wave. "Bye, Dads! See you soon~"

Bao Tingyuan shut and secured the cable car door.

Wen Cishu waved back. "Behave now~"

Bao Yiming, of course, was always on his best behavior.

He wrapped an arm around Brother Xingxing, tilting his head to lightly bump against his.

Wen Cishu gazed back from the slowly moving cable car.

The two young boys standing side by side looked young and endearing.

By the time Wen Cishu slowly came back to himself, he noticed the person across from him gazing at him unblinkingly.

His eyes flickered slightly, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, he remembered they were still live-streaming. Pressing his lips together, he turned to gaze at the island scenery outside the cable car.

The silence stretched between them, neither speaking.

Bao Tingyuan lifted the camera and aimed it at him.

In that instant, whether it was Bao Tingyuan or the live-stream audience, everyone immediately sensed how the close-up shot had transformed into something extraordinary—as if imbued with a unique personal imprint belonging to Wen Cishu.

The texture of the scene instantly shifted from a variety show livestream to a humid, artsy film.

Against the backdrop of green mountains and blue skies, the young man in a loose white top and a vacation straw hat had a refined profile, delicate as porcelain and strikingly beautiful.

The lens captured his long, delicate lashes, his smooth and fair skin, even his slightly pursed, plump lips—like tropical berries brimming with sweet juice.

"Hubby's perspective of Wifey is so breathtaking and tempting. Oh my god, I just want to dive in and kiss that soft face! (Totally get why Ming Zai keeps jumping on Wifey.)"

"Whoooa, is this really something we're allowed to see? Hubby, are you sure about this?"

"Hubby just wants to make Wifey look good, you naughty viewers better not get any ideas."

Realizing Bao Tingyuan was filming him, Wen Cishu turned his face slightly, lifting his eyes to meet his gaze. He reached out a hand and murmured, "Let me have a turn."

Bo Tingyuan didn't move.

Wen Cishu nudged him with his toe, "Hurry up."

Only then did Bo Tingyuan hand the camera over to him.

Wen Cishu examined it for a moment, making sure it was aimed at Bo Tingyuan, and couldn't help but joke, "If viewers suddenly joined our live stream, they'd think they got the wrong channel."

"We're just part of your little couple play, really no need to worry!"

"Mommy, what nonsense are you talking! Daddy's face is one-of-a-kind, you won't find another even if you search with a lantern."

"Daddy truly has thick brows, deep-set green eyes, such a wild and sexy face."

Wen Cishu's phoenix eyes sparkled with mischief as he gazed into Bo Tingyuan's mysterious green eyes, and he suddenly pouted slightly.

Bo Tingyuan's thick brows furrowed, and he trapped Wen Cishu's long legs between his own.

Wen Cishu: "..."

The two engaged in a childish contest, causing the camera to shake and capture their tightly pressed legs.

"？Without Mingzai, you guys are like this? [Covering eyes while peeking.emoji]"

"Ahhh, a hundred times better than any dating show! Real couples get things done!"

"Kissing, biting, and leg-clamping... This screen suddenly feels so steamy, I'm going to get some alcohol wipes to clean it."

Wen Cishu, alarmed, quickly shifted the lens to the scenery outside the cable car, giving him an irritated glance.

Bao Tingyuan was about to say something when a distant call came from behind.

"Papa!"

Both turned their heads simultaneously to see their little one waving from a cable car behind them.

Wen Cishu shifted the camera and waved back.

Bao Tingyuan glanced at his son before leaning back against the railing, adjusting his glasses, his gaze settling on Wen Cishu.

The past two days had felt incredibly long.

Their brief embraces and kisses only intensified the longing, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Bao Tingyuan’s gaze was unmistakable—how could Wen Cishu not notice? He regretted teasing him earlier.

Confirming the camera was still aimed at the cable car behind, he leaned slightly forward and tapped Bao Tingyuan’s knee with his fingers, urging him to let go.

Bao Tingyuan caught his hand, absently twisting his ring before lifting his eyes to meet Wen Cishu’s. He mouthed a few short words silently.

Wen Cishu’s mind flashed with the thought, *His lips looked unexpectedly enticing*, but he couldn’t decipher a single word—was it French or Chinese?

"Hmm?"

His puzzled expression was unbearably cute.

Amusement rippled in Bao Tingyuan’s eyes as he gazed at the distant scenery, looking even more pleased.

Wen Cishu was burning with curiosity—what had he said?

He nudged him again, but the man refused to explain.

"? Why no sound? Just the wind? What are Papa and Mama up to? Making out up there?"

"Definitely some playful flirting between husbands—since they won’t show us, we’ll just imagine it ourselves. The steamier, the better! (lol)"

Some viewers watching multiple live streams jumped in to explain.

"The camera from Xingxing’s family caught a bit—just the two of them messing around."

"I don’t care, I’m imagining a three-minute steamy kiss in that cable car! Kiss already!"

The cable car looped around most of Monkey Island before arriving at another stop.

The show’s staff awaited all the guests.

This would be the final meal of the entire program.

It was only then that Wen Cishu realized, "Ah, the show’s ending."

As he stepped off, he grabbed Bao Tingyuan’s arm as he hopped down. "That went by so fast."

Like something out of a dream, the four-episode variety show had flashed brightly but briefly, illuminating his otherwise quiet life.

Wen Cishu glanced at the adorable children and couldn’t help feeling a little wistful already.

But he couldn’t let it show.

"What about Ming Zai and Big Daddy swimming? I haven’t seen that yet—how is this the last meal?"

"Right, I was still waiting for daddy to show off his abs? Are the producers even human?"

"This episode was like the ideal family of my dreams, so sweet and heartwarming it feels like a dream. It gave me material for my dreams. And now you're saying it's ending? Not acceptable!"

Though the audience voiced their protests, the show had to end as scheduled.

After the meal, the guests left Monkey Island and returned to last night’s beach suite.

Except for Ming Zai’s family, the other three groups had to catch flights home in the afternoon, as they all had work the next day.

Four-year-old Xiao Qi burst into tears, his first time crying like this, clinging sadly to his mother, his fair little face streaked with tears.

Zhou Xu comforted him with a little monkey plushie bought along the way.

Wen Cishu took the little one into his arms, softly comforting him and promising they could meet again soon, and send him treats too.

At parting, Rong Rong hugged her brothers with reddened eyes.

Wen Cishu crouched down: "Rong Rong, don't cry~" He whispered to her, "When your mom holds her concert soon, Uncle will be there, and we can meet again then. Okay?"

Rong Rong rubbed her teary lashes and asked in a small voice, "Uncle, I also want to visit the farm... Yi Ming and Xingxing went last time... Wah..."

"Okay~"

Wen Cishu guessed Rong Rong overheard the two brothers talking about it.

He quickly squeezed her little hand. "Uncle will text your mom to set it up. Not just the farm, but I’ll also invite you to my home. Okay?"

Even with the promise, Rong Rong still felt like crying.

She wrapped her little arms around her uncle.

Zhu Wei, while comforting Rong Rong, couldn’t help getting emotional too. She reached out to Wen Cishu: "Let’s hug too."

Wen Cishu embraced her warmly: "Wei-jie, don’t cry. I’m not really good at comforting people. All I’ve got is ‘don’t cry, don’t cry.’"

Zhu Wei gave a teary laugh.

When Bao Yiming said goodbye to Xiao Qi’s family, he asked earnestly, "Uncle Zhou, you’re really not thinking about being an idol anymore?"

Zhou Xu replied immediately, "Of course not!"

He patted the nine-year-old boy’s shoulder. "I think your idea’s great. There’s still room for improvement, so I’ve decided to keep trying."

Xiao Qi nodded vigorously: "Brother, my dad said he’s releasing a new album!"

"What? Ming Zai talked you into making an album? Ming Zai, you’re truly my little brother!"

"Ming Zai, never forgetting where you started—what a good kid."

"Debut already, Ming Zai, your fans adore you!"

Overhearing this, Zhu Wei clapped: "That’s wonderful, Teacher Zhou! Let’s do it together!"

Zhou Xu chuckled, "No, no, Wei-jie, you’re way ahead of me. How about inviting me to your concert? I come cheap."

"Deal!" Zhu Wei agreed readily. "When the time comes, everyone must come to my concert—Teacher Zhou will be the guest!"

Finally, everyone said goodbye to the audience, marking the end of filming.

Wen Cishu looked at the camera with teary eyes, hugging the little monkey in his arms, silently wishing blessings for everyone he had the fortune to meet.

"Boo hoo, my tears mean nothing!"

"It feels like a grand firework show has ended, and I'm left feeling empty... Without Mommy and Ming Zai, I'll go crazy!"

"Don't cry! Mommy (the idol) will go to Sister Wei's concert—we’ll definitely get to see her!"

"Ming Zai also has a cameo in Sister Han’s movie—let’s try to catch the premiere or press conference!"