Chapter 92

Chapter 92

"Hello?" Bao Yiming spoke into his children's watch, calling out, "Dad?"

Xingxing sat beside his brother, curiously examining the entire box of blue tennis balls Grandpa Xu had given them. This was his first time learning that tennis balls didn’t necessarily have to be yellow-green—they could also be custom-made.

"Yi Ming?"

A deep voice came from the watch, and both children turned their attention to it.

Bao Yiming quickly informed his dad about his little daddy going out alone and added, "Little Daddy was really sad when he heard I couldn’t have lunch with him. Dad, could you have lunch with him instead?"

Bao Tingyuan: "Your little daddy was sad?"

Bao Yiming hesitated for a second, recalling his little daddy’s expression, then nodded at the watch. "Yeah, yeah, Little Daddy looked clearly disappointed."

"I see." Bao Tingyuan gave his son a couple more instructions before hanging up.

Bao Yiming set down the watch, suddenly unsure—did Little Daddy actually seem upset?

Frowning, he hesitated. "Xingxing, did I exaggerate?"

Xingxing met his brother’s amber gaze and said firmly, "Of course not."

"Alright." Bao Yiming cheered up instantly, grabbing his wrist. "Come on, let’s go play tennis!"

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At the Shopping Mall.

At a high-end watch boutique, the manager, notified in advance, was already waiting.

The boutique’s second floor had been temporarily reserved.

The VIC lounge had also been prepared with fine pastries and tea.

Accompanied by his bodyguards, Wen Cishu arrived and was escorted directly upstairs.

He removed his hat and sunglasses, getting straight to the point. "I’d like to see your classic and new models."

The manager immediately had them brought over, presenting each with gloved hands. He then tentatively asked, "Mr. Wen, is this for yourself or as a gift?"

Wen Cishu examined several new watches.

The designs were fashionable but lacked maturity—perhaps more suitable for men in their mid-twenties.

He smiled at the manager and explained, "It’s a gift. For a composed, reserved man in his thirties."

The manager immediately envisioned the recipient and brought out more suitable options.

While the manager explained, Wen Cishu picked two to try on his own wrist.

He finally chose one.

The manager tactfully suggested, "Mr. Wen, this model has a matching pair. Would you like to take a look?"

Wen Cishu chuckled. "You’ve guessed who I’m giving this to?"

The manager nodded. "Mr. Bao."

"However, I don't usually wear watches in my daily life."

Wen Cishu paused after speaking, then added, "Ah, forget it—I'll take a pair."

For the lucky symbolism of pairs.

The manager lit up and hurried to pack the watches and print the receipt.

Wen Cishu sat waiting, taking slow sips of tea and munching on pastries.

At that moment, he received a message.

Bo Tingyuan: "Yi Ming said he can't have lunch with you. Want me to join you?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Wen Cishu thought with amusement: That little monkey's so thoughtful—setting me up with his 'daddy' already.

"Don't worry about it, handle your work. I'll eat out somewhere."

Bo Tingyuan: "Where outside? I'll come over."

Glancing at the store manager bringing the watches, Wen Cishu quickly typed: "I'll come to the company instead. Stay put—I'll come to you."

He knew the company had been extremely busy lately.

With that settled, Wen Cishu left. The store manager escorted him to the door, eagerly saying they'd await his next visit.

Wen Cishu chuckled to himself, thinking that if he had to wait until he earned enough to shop here himself, it'd take an eternity.

He went on to pick out other gifts before leaving. As he passed a row of dark-toned Gothic-style display windows, he stopped short.

The mannequins wore white shirts strapped into black leather harnesses.

Through his sunglasses, Wen Cishu's gaze lingered on one particularly intricate harness—immediately imagining it on Bo Tingyuan.

He glanced at his three bodyguards, then back at the store.

Would it look bad if I walked in myself?

He made a mental note of the brand.

Once in the car, he searched the brand online and found an official website for orders.

After careful consideration, he selected three pieces for Bo Tingyuan, placing a rush delivery to their home.

He couldn't help grinning as he gazed out the window.

—Bo Tingyuan would look a thousand times hotter in them than any mannequin.

The car slowly pulled into the company's reserved parking spot.

From a distance, Wen Cishu spotted a tall, sharp silhouette.

As the car stopped, Bo Tingyuan opened the door and reached out to steady him.

Wen Cishu teased, "Wow, CEO Bo himself? I'm flattered."

The moment the words left his mouth, a heavy hand gripped his shoulder, silencing him. He shut up and let himself be herded into the elevator.

Their staff took other elevators, leaving the two alone.

Wen Cishu secretly watched the reflection in the elevator's reflective wall.

In the corporate atmosphere, Bo Tingyuan's glasses appeared even frostier, his gaze razor-sharp, exuding an intimidating aura.

Bo Tingyuan met his furtive glance: "What did you pick out at the mall?"

"Well..."

Inappropriate images flashed through Wen Cishu's mind. He murmured softly, "Nothing much. Just bought some gifts with the paycheck from the show. I had the bodyguards send them home first."

Bo Tingyuan adjusted his glasses, glanced at the elevator's floor display, then slowly turned to him: "None for me?"

"Of course there is."

Wen Cishu glared at him and muttered, "Bo Tingyuan, how dare you question me like that?"

He nudged him away with his elbow, feeling wronged. "After I even went through the trouble..." bought two sets for you.

Bo Tingyuan pulled him into a tight embrace and whispered an apology: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked like that."

Pinned in his arms, Wen Cishu couldn't move, and his attempts to budge Bo Tingyuan's hands were futile. He huffed indignantly, "Don’t you know rhetorical questions in Chinese sound passive-aggressive?"

Bo Tingyuan kissed his temple and apologized sincerely again: "I'm sorry."

The elevator arrived just then.

Wen Cishu immediately withdrew, knowing he had to maintain a proper adult demeanor in public.

Bo Tingyuan loosened his hold slightly, merely resting an arm over his shoulder—close enough to show affection but not overly intimate.

Once they entered the office together and the door closed, Wen Cishu barely had time to push him away before being scooped up into a bridal carry.

Bo Tingyuan carried him into the usual nap room and nudged the door shut with his foot.

Placed on the edge of the bed, Wen Cishu watched as Bo Tingyuan loomed over him intently. His eyes darted around nervously. "Weren’t we just having lunch? Why bring me here?"

"To properly apologize, to make sure you’re not hurt or angry."

Bo Tingyuan moved to kiss his lips, but Wen Cishu leaned back, hands braced behind him. "This isn’t how you apologize—Mmf—"

Bo Tingyuan caught his pouting lips in a quick kiss before pulling back. "Better?"

Wen Cishu pressed his damp lips together.

For some reason, looking at Bo Tingyuan today filled him with an unexpected sweetness.

He deliberately grumbled childishly, "You didn’t even take off your glasses. Doesn’t count."

Then he struggled to keep a straight face, feigning seriousness.

Bo Tingyuan noticed the soft, sweet expression in his eyes. "You take them off."

"Nope."

Wen Cishu had long unilaterally declared a one-sided war against those glasses.

Before he could say more, he was pinned down onto the bed, watching helplessly as Bo Tingyuan leaned over him. "You—"

Bo Tingyuan pinned both his wrists above his head, holding them with one hand, and brushed his lips against his ear, rumbling, "Then I won’t take them off."

The warm breath between lips surged into Wen Cishu's ear, making him shiver, his shoulders tensing.

The next second, his earlobe was captured by Bao Tingyuan’s lips, drawing a breathy, involuntary moan from him.

Bao Tingyuan tilted his head slightly, watching the shifting emotions in Wen Cishu’s eyes as he deepened the teasing on that soft, plump earlobe.

Wen Cishu arched his back slightly, unable to resist, his long legs dangling off the bed twitched restlessly.

—Ugh, instead of sweet kisses, his earlobe was now under siege.

Yet Bao Tingyuan seemed addicted, teasing that pearl-like, plump earlobe repeatedly, nipping lightly with his teeth, savoring the sensation.

Wen Cishu’s breathing grew heavier, his gasps mingled with feeble struggles against the hands pinning him down. He could only plead, "Stop… it’s too much…"

He wanted to thrash around on the bed to relieve the unbearable itch.

But Bao Tingyuan remained unmoved, only doubling down.

Frantic, Wen Cishu writhed like a caught fish, only to be pressed down firmly by Bao Tingyuan’s weight. Unable to endure it any longer, he squirmed wildly and blurted out, "I’ll take off the glasses, okay? Just let go already~"

Bao Tingyuan raised an eyebrow, lifting his face to study the flushed face beneath him.

Wen Cishu, now flushed with desire, looked utterly enticing.

Bao Tingyuan’s eyes lingered, tracing from Wen Cishu’s brows to his tightly pressed lips, then to the damp, soft earlobe, his gaze darkening with hunger.

Under such scrutiny, Wen Cishu couldn’t bear it.

His body gradually relaxed, not knowing what held his gaze but unwilling to interrupt, just soaking it in the affection and longing in those eyes.

And, of course, the restrained desire simmering beneath.

A few minutes later, he tapped Bao Tingyuan’s hand lightly. "Weren’t we supposed to have lunch?"

This was far from lunch now—more like he was the meal, about to be devoured completely.

"Mm." Bao Tingyuan steadied himself, letting go and soothing his wrists, worried he might have pressed too hard earlier. Then he pulled him up into a sitting embrace.

Wen Cishu: ? Twice today? Seriously?

His toes nudged Bao Tingyuan’s calf lightly as he lifted his eyes, giving him puppy eyes.

Like a child begging for candy.

Reading the unspoken request in his eyes, Bao Tingyuan cupped his chin and tilted it up. "Changed your mind?"

Wen Cishu smiled, wrapping his arms around Bao Tingyuan’s neck and suddenly pulling them both down onto the bed again.

His eyes traced Bao Tingyuan’s lips as he murmured shyly, "Five more minutes won’t kill me."

Then he reached up to remove the glasses.

In the thick tension, they leaned in simultaneously, lips meeting in a fervent kiss.

Yielding to primal desire, their mouths met hungrily, tongues sliding together desperately.

Between breaths, Wen Cishu mumbled, "I bought you two gifts… picked them myself. You can’t refuse."

Bao Tingyuan tightened his embrace. "Of course not."

"Mmm…" Wen Cishu recalled that scandalously sexy harness, heat flooding him uncontrollably.