Chapter 104

Chapter 104

"Oh yeah~ When my Dad #2 showed up at school, all eyes were on him!"

Bao Yiming bounced excitedly on the bed.

At the head of the bed, a giant robot monster stretched out its arm, its index and middle fingers extended, dangling a kids' watch.

A voice came from the watch—Xingxing's. "My mom said Uncle was born to be a star. Everyone likes him."

"That's right!"

Bao Yiming hugged a large pillow, closed his eyes, and daydreamed, unable to suppress a grin. "Even classmates I barely know asked me about my Dad #2 and even challenged me to a game."

"What kind of ball?"

"Basketball," Bao Yiming muttered. "But I prefer tennis."

Xingxing—"Brother, then shall we play tennis together? I've already finished my vacation homework."

"Sure~" Bao Yiming rubbed the soft pillow in his arms. "Should I bring you over? You can stay over for a few nights?"

He hesitated. "Or maybe we could build a court at the farm?"

"Build a court?" Xingxing didn’t quite understand and asked innocently, "By ourselves?"

"I’ll go talk to my two dads about it."

Bao Yiming got up and accidentally bumped into the monster's hand. "Ouch!"

"Brother? What happened?" Xingxing's voice was urgent, calling repeatedly, "Brother? Yi Ming brother?"

Bao Yiming covered his forehead, holding back any sound. After hearing Xingxing call him "brother" several times, he exaggeratedly replied, "Hehe, brother’s fine! Just banged my head. No need to worry, Xingxing!"

"Mm. Then walk carefully."

Xingxing—"Let's hang up now."

"No." Bao Yiming lay back down. "I’ll ask them tomorrow. Anyway, my big dad doesn’t like me going to their room at night."

"Why? Did your big dad scold you?"

"No."

Bao Yiming hugged the pillow and curled up on his side, like an oversized curled-up shrimp.

After thinking seriously for a moment, he explained, "Big dad is usually at the company, so after work, he sticks to Dad #2. Big dad always says they need private time or something."

"Then let’s just keep talking."

Bao Yiming rubbed the soft pillow. "Mm! Xingxing is so nice~"

Xingxing said softly, "Brother is nice too."

Suddenly remembering a song, Bao Yiming couldn’t help but hum, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are~ Haha, Xingxing is a twinkling little star!"

There was silence on the other end of the call before Xingxing spoke: "Bro, stop singing. You sound awful."

Bao Yiming fumed. "Waaah! Mean Xingxing! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

The watch played Xingxing's cute, mischievous giggles.

-

While setting up the charity foundation, Wen Cishu had been attending meetings for several consecutive days.

Though it was a bit busy coordinating with various parties, he was surprisingly energized.

Upon learning about this, Li Yun expressed his willingness to act as a liaison between the foundation and the relevant municipal government departments, working to grow the foundation's reach and genuinely help those with congenital heart disease.

Before Bo Yiming started school, the Nuo Xin Children's Congenital Heart Disease Charity Foundation officially launched with an unveiling ceremony.

On the day of the ceremony.

Wen Cishu was up at the crack of dawn.

To ensure he was energetic for the day, he had gone to bed as early as 9 p.m. the previous night.

Bo Tingyuan, feeling the movement of the person in his arms, also woke up. Seeing that Wen Cishu was already up, he ran a hand over his lower back in slow circles. "There's no rush. No need to get up so early."

Wen Cishu picked up the speech draft from the nightstand. "This is a high-profile event. I can't risk embarrassing myself."

That day, representatives from the municipal government, leaders from several hospitals, and dozens of reporters would be there, so he needed to be on his A-game.

Bo Tingyuan turned and embraced him, kissing his lower back. "Yiming and I will both be there. If any unexpected issues arise, I'll handle them. Don't stress too much."

His words did reassure Wen Cishu somewhat, but he still carefully reviewed the speech again, mouthing the words quietly.

Bo Tingyuan listened quietly with his eyes closed. When Wen Cishu finished reciting it once, he reminded him, "Take it a little slower. You need to leave time for others to react. The ceremony isn't very long—if you speak too fast, it'll be done before you know it."

Wen Cishu teased, "Early finish means early drinks."

He placed the speech back on the nightstand, then looked down at the man holding him tightly. His hand caressed Bo Tingyuan's handsome face. "Bo Tingyuan."

Bo Tingyuan took his hand and brought it to his lips, lifting his gaze to meet Wen Cishu's.

Wen Cishu slowly lay back down, snuggling closer, and kissed his cheek. "I've been going to bed early these past two days. I'll make it up to you another day."

Bo Tingyuan stroked his waist, his warm palm gliding along the curves, his dark green eyes full of promise. "What kind of compensation?"

Wen Cishu was instantly drawn into the mood. He pushed against Bo Tingyuan's tightening arms and reminded him, "Hey, not now!"

Bo Tingyuan immediately let go, lying back on his own pillow and closing his eyes with a deep, quiet laugh. "Later, you'll say you forgot again."

His warm laugh was surprisingly sexy.

"I won't," Wen Cishu poked his cheek. "Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

Bo Tingyuan reached for his phone on the nightstand, pulled up the voice recorder, then held it near Wen Cishu's mouth, nodding for him to continue. "Say it again."

"Huh? Why don't you trust me at all?"

Wen Cishu huffed. He found Bo Tingyuan's foot with his own and gave it a few light taps.

Then, clearing his throat, he said slowly and clearly, "I, Wen Cishu, promise that after today's work is done—"

Bo Tingyuan interjected seriously, "Name the time and place."

Wen Cishu frowned and glared at him but had no choice. "September 23rd..."

He paused for a few seconds before adding, "In our bedroom. Satisfied?"

Bao Tingyuan: "What exact time?"

Wen Cishu: Wanted to swear.

He made up a random time: "8:23 PM."

Bao Tingyuan: "What specific form of compensation?"

Wen Cishu kicked off the covers: "You decide, you decide, alright?!"

He pushed the man away and got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.

Bao Tingyuan turned off the recording app and stood up. Taking advantage of Wen Cishu’s slow movements as he slipped on his slippers, he swept him up and carried him into the bathroom.

Wen Cishu looped his arms around his shoulders and whispered playfully in his ear: "Mr. Bao, so impatient already?"

Bao Tingyuan raised an eyebrow, placed him in front of the sink, and squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush for him.

Wen Cishu studied the reflection of the man in the mirror. Seeing his expression as calm as ever, he couldn’t help but lean in and nuzzle close with affection against his chest, affectionate and clingy.

Bao Tingyuan handed him the toothbrush, bringing it to his lips, and said as Wen Cishu reached for it: "Open your mouth."

"Oh." Wen Cishu parted his lips slowly, letting the toothbrush ease into his mouth.

He watched Bao Tingyuan’s face, tilting his chin up slightly to make brushing easier.

But the soft bristles kept brushing against his teeth in an oddly ticklish way.

A tiny, shameful sound even escaped Wen Cishu’s throat before he cut it off instantly.

His gaze remained fixed on Bao Tingyuan’s green eyes.

When his soft tongue accidentally touched the toothbrush, Wen Cishu felt as if he deliberately pushed back lightly.

Wen Cishu reached for the toothbrush, avoiding his gaze, and muttered: "I’ll do it myself."

Steadying himself with one hand on the sink, he bent slightly forward, trying to refocus on the act of brushing.

Bao Tingyuan’s arm circled his waist from behind, sliding boldly under his clothes. The direct skin contact hardly counted as a restrained attempt at soothing desire.

Naturally, Wen Cishu didn’t refuse or push him away, letting him massage leisurely.

While rinsing, he realized he was growing hard.

He set the cup and toothbrush back, leaning on the sink with one hand, and asked in a low, embarrassed voice: "...Need a hand?"

"No need." Bao Tingyuan snatched a towel instead and urged him, "Wash your face first, then go out. I’ll take a cold shower."

Wen Cishu wrung the towel distractedly, his mind flashing with naughty ideas:

*But I kind of want to…*

*Never mind.*

Wen Cishu dutifully washed his face and turned to leave.

At the door, he looked over his shoulder at Bao Tingyuan: "Really don’t need my help?"

Bao Tingyuan, already undoing his pajama buttons, looked at him: "No. Go downstairs for breakfast first and go over your notes a few more times."

Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes: "Huh?" Wow, he's doing this on purpose!

His eyes trailed over the man's perfectly sculpted frame, drifting slightly downward until it reached the...substantial view lower down.

His gaze burned as he jerked it away: "Then I'll head out."

Morning Bao Tingyuan was truly a force of nature; the situation probably needed time to settle.

-

Dining room.

By the time Bao Tingyuan appeared, Bao Yiming was already halfway through his meal, looking surprised: "Big Daddy, how'd you sleep in? Did the sun rise from the west today?"

He exaggeratedly craned his neck to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, "Nah, still regular east!"

Wen Cishu jumped in: "Your big dad gets tired too. It's normal to run a few minutes late."

Bao Tingyuan pulled out a chair, eyeing him as he asked: "You got your speech down?"

"Ahem..." Wen Cishu set down his milk glass, annoyed, "Hey—I was defending you here, and you still poke at me?"

Bao Yiming asked curiously: "Little Daddy, do you have to memorize everything?"

He was also attending the event today.

Wen Cishu picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and handed it to him: "No, I'll wing it with notes."

Bao Yiming nodded, biting into the shrimp dumpling before asking with a smile: "So can we go out for a celebration dinner tonight?"

Wen Cishu was about to agree when he remembered their earlier agreement and hesitated, glancing at Bao Tingyuan.

Bao Tingyuan said: "Yi Ming, your little dad has been very tired these days. Let's make it an early night."

Bao Yiming, ever understanding, reached out to pat his little dad's arm: "Okay~ Little Daddy needs his rest!"

Wen Cishu exaggeratedly made a fake-sobbing "waaah" sound: "Yi Ming is the best kid ever. We'll go out to eat another day~"

Bao Yiming nodded obediently, delighted by his little dad's praise.

After breakfast, Wen Cishu returned to his room to change into formal attire.

Today’s occasion was especially formal, with various leaders and numerous media reporters in attendance.

Bao Tingyuan helped him pick out a sophisticated yet elegant slim pinstripe tie.

Wen Cishu stood in front of him, resting his forehead against his shoulder: "Mr. Bao, help me put it on, will you?"

"Pfft."

His face was lightly pinched by Bao Tingyuan’s fingers.

Then, Bao Tingyuan looped the tie around his shirt collar, his fingers deftly forming a Windsor knot.

Standing close, Wen Cishu watched his slender fingers and his mind started drifting, slowly shifting his gaze to his crisp shirt collar.

He raised a hand, fingertips brushing the collar: "You using collar stays?"

"Mm." Bao Tingyuan adjusted his tie and collar, "Do you need them?"

"No, no, no." Wen Cishu didn’t even have the patience to button his shirts properly, let alone use collar stays. He teased softly, "That French blood showing, huh Boss Bao? Such a perfectionist. Mmmph—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his waist was pulled tight, and he received a deep, possessive kiss.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, Bo Tingyuan sucked lightly on his lips, his deep eyes filled with teasing. "And you? All silver-tongued by daylight, but tongue-tied at night?"

"Ha!" Wen Cishu's eyes glistening with mischief. "You wouldn't understand. We consider this refined restraint."

As Bo Tingyuan moved to close the distance again, Wen Cishu pressed a hand against his chest, urgently stopping him. "Don't make me late!"

Bo Tingyuan arched a thick brow. "Mm, I'll collect on this later."

Wen Cishu: "..." What a racketeer!