Chapter 82

Chapter 82

In the evening, at a luxurious resort hotel on the cliffs of Seaside Cape.

Under the purplish-pink hues of the sunset over the sea, two figures—one large and one small—were playing happily in the infinity pool.

On the shore, inside a soft hammock, Wen Cishu lay on his back, draped with a light blanket. Beside him, a table held freshly squeezed juice and coconuts.

Swaying gently, he was scrolling through Xiao Digua.

He had just posted a short video of the little monkey swimming, and within moments, a flood of comments poured in.

“Is Ming Zai really that good? What a little swimming champ!”

“Mommy, where’s daddy’s video? Let us see!”

Wen Cishu glanced at the figures in the pool.

From a distance, dark figures moved swiftly beneath the water’s surface, the ripples small yet eerily like powerful, fierce mermaids lurking in the deep sea.

His gaze returned to his phone screen. With a refresh, thousands more comments flooded in.

Moments from the livestream had been turned into artsy cover-worthy shots by netizens.

When Wen Cishu saw the distant shot of him and Bo Tingyuan sitting in the cable car, he realized the following cable car had been livestreaming them the whole time.

—Good thing they hadn't done anything embarrassing.

But right after, weird comments started appearing.

“Did mommy kiss daddy in the cave?”

“What happened after the livestream ended yesterday??”

Wen Cishu froze. He could only pretend not to see and quickly exited Xiao Digua.

His long legs fidgeted as he recalled those little moments that had gotten too intimate—sweet, yet slightly embarrassing.

Still, some of those livestream screenshots seemed quite interesting.

Feeling sneaky, he reopened Xiao Digua and quietly saved a few candid shots.

He created a folder in his photo album, dumped all the pictures in, then reopened them to zoom in for a closer look at Bo Tingyuan from every angle.

Just as he was staring at his phone with a goofy grin, a voice interrupted his private moment.

“Little Daddy!” Bo Yiming climbed out of the pool, cheerfully running toward him.

Wen Cishu turned off the screen and reminded him, “Get a towel and dry off. Don’t catch a cold.”

As he sat up slightly, he heard a splash—Bo Tingyuan also emerged from the water, stepping onto the poolside.

Water glistened as it ran down his skin. His muscles weren’t as exaggerated as a professional athlete’s, but every muscle stood out, clearly packed with explosive power.

Bo Tingyuan quickly pushed his hair back, picked up a towel to wrap around his son, and led him away. “Yi Ming, go shower first.”

“Oh.” Bo Yiming had no choice but to change direction. Wrapped too tightly by his big daddy, he waddled like a duckling.

The two of them were wearing black swim trunks.

The difference was that Bao Yiming's swim trunks had an adorable blue cartoon pattern on the bottom.

Wen Cishu glanced at it, on the verge of laughing, when Bao Tingyuan suddenly turned to look at him.

Those mysterious green eyes felt like they could see right through him, making Wen Cishu’s hand move faster than his brain as he snatched the blanket to cover his face.

A few seconds later, he slowly lowered the blanket, secretly watching the tall, broad-shouldered figure with a narrow waist walking away.

Wen Cishu thought that if Bao Tingyuan weren’t born into wealth, with such outstanding looks and physical condition, he might have been scouted as an athlete in his childhood or teenage years.

Even now, as an office worker, not an athlete, Bao Tingyuan was skilled at multiple sports.

Yet, his strong physique was compromised by medication for separation anxiety.

The two-day livestream felt like a fun game, letting Wen Cishu push the worry aside.

Now, back in reality, he was back to worrying.

Especially since he could sense Bao Tingyuan’s desires, yet his body wouldn’t cooperate…

"Daddy? You asleep?"

Bao Yiming, already showered, tackled him with a hug.

The hammock swayed back and forth as Wen Cishu tilted his head back with a soft laugh. "Push me a little? Let me swing a little."

"Okay!" Bao Yiming gently rocked the hammock. "Little Daddy, I just told Big Daddy that maybe he could go back to work tomorrow, and we can stay here for vacation."

Wen Cishu looked at him, gestured for him to stop.

"Oh? And what did your big daddy say?"

Bao Yiming didn’t stop, still giving light pushes.

"He said to ask you instead, Little Daddy."

Wen Cishu silently criticized:

Putting him in a no-win situation.

He "sighed in defeat," doing a gesture of giving up, "I won’t decide. Let’s—"

Just then, Aunt Zhong happened to appear.

Wen Cishu said to the little one, "How about we let Aunt Zhong choose?"

Hearing this and meeting Bao Yiming’s expectant gaze, Aunt Zhong bolted without a word, quickening her pace to retreat the way she came.

Wen Cishu: …?

Bao Yiming flopped into his little daddy’s arms. "Little Daddy~ Two more days, pleeease? Just two~"

Wen Cishu mussed up his son’s damp hair, still warm, and asked, "Did your big daddy blow-dry your hair for you?"

"Mm-hmm!" Bao Yiming said, like it was obvious, nuzzling his head against his little daddy’s palm. "So Little Daddy will choose to stay on vacation with me, right?"

Wen Cishu pinched his little ear. "Okay, okay—quit rocking me, I’ll topple!"

Having secured his little daddy’s promise, Bao Yiming looked up. "Little Daddy, no take-backsies!"

They took separate flights on Friday. Although Papa also chose him, the final result was still him flying alone.

He hadn’t forgotten that.

Wen Cishu naturally knew that he couldn't let the little one down again and again.

Even a fully grown adult can’t handle being let down repeatedly, let alone a nine-year-old child.

He nodded solemnly, "Mm, no changes."

He lowered his voice and said, "When it comes to vacation plans, Dad still calls the shots. Don't worry."

"Yes!" Bao Yiming cheered, jumping up, "I'll go tell Aunt Zhong!"

The moment he dashed back to the guest room, Bao Tingyuan came over after his shower.

Wen Cishu gave him a quick glance and muttered softly, "Why are you so covered up after a shower?"

When the man approached, he said, "I promised Yi Ming."

"Promised what?"

Bao Tingyuan looked down at his lazy, sprawled-out partner, bent over, and reached out to pick him up.

"Wait!" Wen Cishu’s temple throbbed—something wasn’t right. He grabbed Bao Tingyuan’s arm, staring closely into his green eyes, blinking. "Didn’t you tell him to come to me about extending the vacation?"

"No."

Bao Tingyuan denied firmly, scooping him up bridal-style, wrapped in the soft, warm blanket. "Hold onto your phone."

Wen Cishu gripped it, still baffled as he was carried. "What’s this kid’s deal? He knows lies will be exposed, so why play these little tricks between his two dads? Is he dumb or just playing smart?"

Instead of heading to the guest room, Bao Tingyuan carried him to a beach chair, draping another blanket over his long legs.

He gave a simple verdict: "If he gets what he wants, he’s smart. If not, he’s an idiot."

"Well, we’re screwed then."

Wen Cishu shook his head with a laugh, pointing at his own nose. "He’s the smart one—now I look like an idiot."

He recounted everything the little one had just said.

Bao Tingyuan pondered for a moment and explained, "Yi Ming must’ve overheard me on the phone with Albert earlier, arranging tomorrow’s plans."

Wen Cishu said, "Well, I already promised him. As for you—you deal with it."

He buried his face against Bao Tingyuan’s chest, burying his head like an ostrich to avoid reality, while subtly sniffing.

Catching the little movement, Bao Tingyuan asked quietly, "Don’t like the hotel soap now?"

"Who—who smelled it?!"

Wen Cishu drew out his denial, yanking the blanket up to his chin and glancing at the lips so close to his.

The show’s been over forever, and still no kiss?

Don’t love me anymore, is that it?!

Bao Tingyuan lowered his gaze, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "So you just nonchalantly decided to keep vacationing and let me go back alone?"

Wen Cishu: "..."

What kind of nonsense was this?

He retorted irritably, "No, who said you're going back alone?"

Cupping Bao Tingyuan's chin, he deepened his voice and commanded, "This tyrannical CEO now orders you to keep vacationing with us. Got it?"

The arm around his waist suddenly tightened, pulling Wen Cishu pressed tightly against him until their eyes met through the thin lenses of the glasses.

Bao Tingyuan's palm pressed against his waist, kneading slowly as his emerald gaze lingered on his lips. "Say it again."

Wen Cishu sensed intense danger, his throat tightening. How could he repeat it now, distracted by the warmth of that hand on his waist?

Perhaps lying too long on the hammock under the blanket had left his skin warm and smooth—so much so that he could distinctly feel the ridges of Bao Tingyuan's palm.

In the slowed rhythm of their breaths, both noticed their exhales grew hotter.

A completely irrational, inexplicable frustration suddenly rose in Wen Cishu—directed at those glasses.

Without this barrier, couldn't they just kiss passionately like those movie protagonists?

He saw the unfiltered desire in those green eyes, yet Bao Tingyuan remained restrained, not even hinting at removing the glasses.

Bao Tingyuan repeated, his voice husky and magnetic, almost coaxing, "Say it again?"

Wen Cishu grumbled, "Why repeat it? You heard me. Or are you pretending not to?"

Bao Tingyuan leaned closer, lips nearly brushing his, and murmured in French, "*Je veux confirmation—que tu as besoin de moi.*"

The unmistakable hunger in that gaze made Wen Cishu's breath hitch. His response would only deepen the electric tension between them.

His lips dried, gaze inevitably dropping to Bao Tingyuan's mouth—softer than they looked.

Scattered thoughts tangled his thoughts into knots, needing firm hands to straighten them out.

Finally surrendering, Wen Cishu tilted his head up, pressing a brief peck to Bao Tingyuan's lips before whispering, "Is this enough confirmation?"

The next moment, he was lifted abruptly. Surprised but not alarmed, he clung to Bao Tingyuan's shoulders. "Where are we going?"

With a jerk of his head toward their hotel room, Bao Tingyuan answered him.

Wen Cishu: "..."

Mortified, he shrank into Bao Tingyuan's chest, pulling the blanket over his head like a shield.

As they moved, Bao Yiming bounded over. "Big Dad! Where's Little Dad?"

Bao Tingyuan paused. "Yi Ming, you're sleeping alone tonight."

"What? But—"

"We'll stay a few more days. As promised."

"Yay! Then I'll sleep alone today!" Bao Yiming cheered obliviously.

Bounced with each of Bao Tingyuan's steps, Wen Cishu thought with an inward sigh: *Yi Ming, your Big Dad is absolutely terrifying.*