Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Due to the upcoming start of school, Bo Yiming had been moping all day.

When Wen Cishu asked if he wanted to go to France, he asked blankly, "Little Dad, if we go, can we not come back for school?"

Wen Cishu pinched his little ear. "Little goofball, do you think there are no schools in France for you?"

"Oww!" Bo Yiming flopped onto the sofa, burying his head under a pillow like an ostrich hiding his head. "I want to go to outer space! I want to land on the moon!"

His bottom sticking up, Wen Cishu gave it a light smack. "Alright, go play."

"No." Bo Yiming sat up, his hair tousled, deliberately scooting closer to his little dad and pressing against him.

His eyes drooped pitifully. "Little Dad, once school starts, I won’t be able to play with you every day. Aren’t you sad and upset?"

"Of course I’m sad~" Wen Cishu said gently. "But for the sake of your future, I’ll endure it for now."

Bo Yiming had thought his little dad might soften, but instead...

His face fell in dismay.

Wen Cishu mused that this kid was already nine—how could he still think he could avoid school by "playing the victim"?

"Well, if you don’t want to play, then help me go over the foundation’s plans."

He slid the tablet toward the little rascal. "Can you understand this?"

"Of course!" Bo Yiming immediately grabbed the tablet with both hands, studying it seriously.

Finally having diverted his attention, Wen Cishu took a sip of tea.

After skimming through the materials, Bo Yiming asked curiously, "Little Dad, if we start a foundation, how do we find kids with congenital heart disease and help them get treatment?"

Wen Cishu replied, "Hospitals, schools, and relevant registration departments can help. There’s also social media."

He rested a hand on his son’s shoulder. "Would you like to do this with me?"

"Of course! I want to help kids in need too."

Suddenly, Bo Yiming put down the tablet and turned to hug his sweet little dad.

Surprised, Wen Cishu stroked his hair and asked softly, "What’s wrong, Yiming?"

Bo Yiming pressed his ear quietly against his little dad’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. His lips pouted as he whispered, "If possible, I wish no child would ever have heart disease."

The childlike sincerity in his voice made Wen Cishu pause. He pressed his palm against the boy’s back, rubbed his back firmly, then kissed his hair. "Dad wishes for that too."

Later, Wen Cishu contacted Albert, talking for over half an hour, confirming all the foundation’s details.

Shortly after hanging up, he received a call from Bo Tingyuan.

Assuming it was about the foundation, Wen Cishu answered, "Hello?"

But Bo Tingyuan asked, "Why did you talk for so long?"

"..."

Bathed in the afternoon sun, Wen Cishu laughed softly, retorting without hesitation, "Mr. Bo, what gives you the right to question me? As Albert’s boss? Or do you forbid him from talking to me this long?"

Bo Tingyuan said in a calm voice, "I thought you would discuss with me after reading the materials."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the young boy suddenly rode a light beige bicycle across the lush green lawn.

Wen Cishu lowered his voice, "Why didn't you say so earlier? When Albert gave me the materials, I naturally assumed you had assigned him to handle it."

Bo Tingyuan switched to French, "Of course, I assumed we were communicating."

Wen Cishu's tone had been teasing, but hearing him speak in French, he straightened up slightly.

—Bo Tingyuan's deep voice sounded as if he were hurt.

He spoke sincerely, "I'm sorry, I lacked a bit of tacit understanding. I apologize to you."

"Can you make it up to me with a date in a few days?"

Only then did Wen Cishu realize what was happening, and he couldn't help but retort with a chuckle, "You went through all this trouble just to set a trap for me? Mr. Bo, are you really that idle at work?"

After his two questions, Bo Tingyuan laughed lightly, sounding pleased.

"Does that mean you agree?"

Hearing his sexy voice, Wen Cishu neither confirmed nor denied it, only muttered, "You haven't agreed yet!"

Once reminded, Bo Tingyuan knew exactly what he meant: "On the day of the date?"

Wen Cishu gritted his teeth, what a shrewd businessman!

"Bo Tingyuan, we're not doing business here, and you're still negotiating with me? Tonight, no clothes, no sleep together. Goodbye!"

With that, he ended the call abruptly.

A sharp "squeal" of tires against the floor tiles made Wen Cishu turn his head.

Bo Yiming balanced the bike with one foot planted and asked curiously, "Papa, who were you talking to?"

"A very shrewd businessman."

Wen Cishu stood up and reached for the bike's handlebars. "Come on, let me take it for a spin."

Bo Yiming happily adjusted the seat height for him. "Papa, take it slow, okay?"

"Got it." Wen Cishu swung onto the bike and exclaimed excitedly, "Let's go!"

Then, he rode from the small hall into the corridor.

Though the mansion was exceptionally spacious, he still dinged the bell along the way to warn everyone to steer clear.

Uncle Xu looked on with a smile.

As long as Mr. Wen was in good health, he was always so lively, bringing a lively atmosphere to the entire mansion.

When Auntie Zhong came downstairs and saw him circling the large sofa in the living room, she reminded him, "Slow down, don't fall."

But Bo Yiming tugged at Auntie Zhong's sleeve. "Auntie Zhong, my Papa is happy. Don't scold him."

Auntie Zhong paused, looking at him, feeling pleased for the Second Master.

The boy was becoming more thoughtful with each passing day.

Wen Cishu rode out of the living room and into the larger garden.

Bo Yiming chased after him, capturing the lovely scene with his kids' smartwatch.

Soon, Bo Tingyuan, who was at work, received a video sent by his younger son.

It showed Wen Cishu cycling through the mansion's garden.

Focused on the path ahead, his long legs pedaled the small bicycle rhythmically, his black hair fluttering in the wind, full of ease and happiness.

The afternoon sunlight cast a soft glow around him.

Bo Tingyuan absentmindedly tapped the screen.

Every time he paused, the image remained flawless.

The only regret was that, at this moment, he couldn’t be there in person, couldn’t be by Wen Cishu’s side.

"Knock, knock, Mr. Bo?"

Albert’s voice came from outside the door.

Only then did Bo Tingyuan exit the video he had watched multiple times and push up his frameless glasses.

Behind the lenses, his green eyes regained their usual sharp intensity. "Come in."

Albert was there to report on the specifics of establishing the charity foundation.

-

In the afternoon,

Wen Cishu, worn out from playing, returned to his room for a nap.

But the moment he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes landed on the new bed, and unwanted vivid memories resurfaced.

As he walked forward, he muttered, "...Changing the bed for no good reason—clearly had ulterior motives."

After removing his outer clothes and lying down, he closed his eyes and thought, *Does Bo Tingyuan spend his workday thinking about these things?*

His mind wandered, circling back to last night when he was perched on Bo Tingyuan’s lap...

Wen Cishu’s fingers brushed the white jade bracelet on his wrist as he muttered "Amitabha" to himself, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts.

Over ten minutes later, he was completely awake.

His dark eyes snapped open, shot an angry glare at the pillow beside him.

*Bo Tingyuan is such a troublemaker!*

Even when he’s not home, he causes problems.

Wen Cishu glanced at his pajamas—maybe these were the wrong ones, making it hard to sleep?

In a flash, he threw off the covers, jumped up, and dashed to the closet, grabbing a loose black pajama set to change into.

In front of the full-length mirror, he spun around admiring himself, even playfully tucking his hands into the sleeves and flapping them like opera sleeves on stage.

His gaze traveled deeper into the mirror, landing on the corner of the single armchair.

A naughty idea popped into Wen Cishu's head. He sprinted back to the bed, snatched his phone, and rushed back to the closet.

He quietly closed the door, pushed the sofa to face the full-length mirror directly, and turned off the bright overhead light, leaving only the moody floor lamp.

Settling into the leather sofa, he angled his phone for the right shot in the mirror.

After taking a few photos, he wasn’t quite satisfied.

On impulse, he undid two buttons of his shirt, pulling the collar open to reveal his collarbone and a glimpse of his chest...

As the camera shutter clicked softly, Wen Cishu tried pose after pose.

Once done, he smirked mischievously, opened Bo Tingyuan’s WeChat chatbox, selected two photos, and sent them.

Wen Cishu threw himself onto the bed, rolled over, tugged the blanket over himself, and closed his eyes, imagining the possible expressions Bo Tingyuan might make upon seeing the photos.

The more he thought about it, the more amusing it became, and he couldn’t help but laugh into Bo Tingyuan’s pillow.

-

At the office.

Bo Tingyuan had just taken his seat in the conference room when a new message arrived.

Seeing Wen Cishu’s name, he picked up his phone and opened it.

In the chatbox were two small-sized photos.

In one of them, Wen Cishu sat sideways on the spacious sofa, wearing loose black pajamas, his long legs crossed—lean but well-defined, pale and eye-catching.

Bo Tingyuan glanced at them quickly, immediately locking his phone screen before raising his cold, sharp eyes to the subordinate who had just begun their report.

The subordinate, sensing the shift in Bo Tingyuan’s gaze, felt a jolt of tension and became exceedingly cautious in their demeanor.

Bao Tingyuan maintained a composed, stern expression while listening to the report, yet his hand stayed glued to the screen, as if covering the photos Wen Cishu had sent.

The meeting dragged on unbearably, pure torture.

The others picked up on the sudden tension, growing unusually tense, wondering if they had overlooked some critical project—given Bao Tingyuan's stormy silence.

When the meeting finally ended and Bao Tingyuan left with his phone, everyone exchanged glances, feeling like they'd dodged a bullet.

Two coworkers who were close whispered to each other.

“What's up with the boss? Something at home?”

“No way. If it was, he’d have left immediately to handle it. No way he’d stay for the meeting.”

-

Office.

Bao Tingyuan yanked at his constricting tie with strong fingers before unlocking his phone and reopening the chat.

Only then did he clearly see the two photos.

In the other one, Wen Cishu lounged back on the couch, holding up his phone to take the shot.

He looked completely at ease—one long leg draped over the armrest, calf dangling, while the other stretched out leisurely toward the mirror.

Between his widely parted legs, the too-long shirt hem just made things more obvious.

Bao Tingyuan’s dark green eyes darkened further.