Chapter 30 Stay-at-home Dad 30

Chapter 30: Nanny 30

Nanny 30

In the blink of an eye, it was graduation day.

This batch of wolf pups broke the record for fastest graduation ever, successfully completing their studies in just two months.

Principal Su waved his hand and hired a company to organize the event, preparing to hold the graduation ceremony by the prairie lake, and also celebrating Lu Yanli's birthday.

On graduation day, a soft activity area was laid out on the grassy area by the lake shore. Muted-toned balloons wound along the lakeside, interspersed with a few simple art installations. The buffet area was arranged along the edge, with elegant utensils and a relaxed layout, every detail exuding understated refinement.

The parents of the wolf pups had also arrived, elites from all walks of life, making the scene look more like a small networking event.

Lu Yanli's father and grandfathers came as well.

After all, it was a joyous occasion that a son and grandson who had spent fifteen years in kindergarten could finally graduate.

From a distance, those sharply defined faces looked strikingly similar—mature, handsome, aloof and noble, with the unique pride of the Wolf King bloodline in their expressions.

Their superior height and appearance immediately made them the center of attention.

With decades of accumulated prestige, just standing there, the atmosphere around them became noticeably tense.

For the snow wolf community, the true Wolf Kings were the two former Wolf Kings of the Xierke Wolf Pack. Only the bloodline of Wolf King Yinghuai and Wolf King Xuerui counted as the Wolf King bloodline. The others who claimed to be kings were simply those who had established their own packs after leaving Yinghuai's wolf circle.

Thus, upon seeing these two former Wolf Kings, everyone felt a strong sense of instinctive submission due to bloodline.

Naturally, they dared not approach easily.

"Where's that kid?"

Principal Su saw his husband Lu Dongzhuo walking toward him and habitually hugged him before separating. "He's still inside with Xiao Zhi. I asked Xiao Zhi to teach him how to put on the suit before he comes out."

"Why haven't I seen the kid you mentioned? The one said to be a Nurturer?"

Principal Su looked at his father-in-law Lu Yinghuai, who had spoken. "He's inside changing clothes with Yanli. He'll come out soon."

His father-in-law replied calmly, "Mm. It's been many years since I last heard of a Nurturer. In the Yinghuai wolf circle back then, there was also a male wolf who was a Nurturer. His name was Yingnian, and he was in charge of the pups in the pack. You could think of him as the pack's caretaker. He was one of my most capable male wolves. Later, when we entered human society, he didn't follow me. He chose to go out on his own, and I haven't heard from him since."

"Can we find Xiao Zhi's parents through this identity?" Principal Su had been investigating this matter recently. "Xiao Zhi cares about this a lot. I don't want him to be disappointed."

"I need to see the child before I can tell," his father-in-law said. "If his parents were once wolves in my wolf circle, I can sense it."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Zhi saved a snow wolf not long ago. That wolf said Xiao Zhi is a Nurturer. So how do you determine if someone is a Nurturer? Do Nurturers have a special scent?"

His father-in-law looked into the distance and nodded. "Yes, Nurturers have a special scent that only snow wolves can smell. It's like a perfume mark, each scent carrying a different meaning. The special scent of a Nurturer serves as a calming signal to snow wolves. Any snow wolf would find it hard to resist a Nurturer's approach. If you ever find a disobedient wolf suddenly becoming as docile as a lamb in front of someone, then that person is undoubtedly a Nurturer."

"Moreover, Nurturers are not limited by gender. As long as they have this ability, they can bear offspring."

Principal Su understood now. It all made sense. "So it's not necessarily the Wolf King's Blood that affected his constitution. If Xiao Zhi truly carries the Nurturer gene, then he himself would also possess such ability."

"Not necessarily," his father-in-law continued. "If it's many generations removed and paired with human marriage, the descendants may not show such obvious ability or physical changes. They would be no different from ordinary people."

Principal Su couldn't help but feel emotional, and felt a renewed curiosity. "Indeed, there is still much in snow wolf history to be unearthed, discovered, and studied."

Upon hearing this, his husband Lu Dongzhuo's expression immediately changed. "Professor Su, are you trying to turn me into a lonely and bitter husband?"

Principal Su asked in confusion, "How am I doing that?"

"The appearance of a Nurturer, you want to do research again, you want to dig again—why not spend some time digging into researching your husband? Isn't there anything worth researching on him? Sure enough, once the kids grow up, the affection fades."

Principal Su: "..." He really didn't want to joke around with his husband out in public. Noticing that his father-in-law's younger partner, Xuerui, had disappeared from beside him, he asked, "Where's Xuerui?"

"He vanished the moment he got back." His father-in-law said helplessly, his eyes full of doting affection. "You know he loves coming back to Silke the most. He's probably gone to find Yanli."

"I'll go look for Little Grandpa." Su Yanche beside him said.

Principal Su patted his younger son on the back. "Go on, keep an eye on your Little Grandpa."

After all, the two most troublesome in their family were Lu Yanli and the equally unruly Xuerui.

By human physical age, Xuerui was about the same age as Lu Yanli. Due to his physical condition, he couldn't keep up with the physical capabilities of a snow wolf, and unlike Su Yancheng or Su Yanche who skipped grades frantically and finished their PhDs by eighteen, his abilities were more like those of an ordinary human. He was still attending university.

To Xuerui's husband, Lu Yinghuai, the fact that his silly spouse had even managed to get into university was already a miracle. Of course, it was also true that he had donated over a dozen teaching buildings.

...

Meanwhile, in the pantry, two figures were bustling about.

"Teacher Xiaozhi, I want a cake made by your own hands. Make me one now."

"Shh, keep your voice down. This is the material Aunt Yao is using for the big cake later. You can just have this big one later. We're just here to grab a bite—don't look at anything else. I'm starving."

"I don't want the big one; I want one just for myself."

"What's so special about having your own cake? We'll all eat it together tonight, right?" Fang Zhixu opened the large fridge, looking for the fruits Aunt Yao had mentioned. Aunt Yao had said all the fruit inside was for him.

He took out a large fresh-keeping container, heavy in his hands—probably weighing several pounds—filled with assorted cut fruits.

Just as he was about to turn around, his hands were suddenly empty.

Lu Yanli took the container from Fang Zhixu's hands, set it aside, then grabbed his waist with both hands. Like picking up a cat, he effortlessly lifted him onto the counter.

Before Fang Zhixu could react, strong arms braced on either side of him.

Lu Yanli leaned in slightly, his broad shoulders like two walls, trapping his slender frame in shadow. His gaze seemed to pin him to the table.

This lean—the oppressive force of his stature bore down on him overwhelmingly. Not heavy, but so full that the space felt suffocating.

"What are you doing?"

"Is food the only thing on your mind?" Lu Yanli asked.

Fang Zhixu wanted to shrink back at the question, but a palm clasped his waist and pulled him forward. His body crashed into the other's chest, and his hands were forced to rest on him.

He cautiously lifted his eyes to meet Lu Yanli's downward gaze.

Those eyes gazed at him with deep affection, like a stirred pool—calm on the surface, but with tumultuous emotions churning underneath.

—"Xiao Zhi, don't always put him on the table. He'll learn that move."

Fang Zhixu: "..."

A memory callback.

He regretted it ever since.

“Well... it’s not like all I think about is food. What do you want to do? How about putting me down first? This position isn’t very good.”

Lu Yanli’s arms propped on either side bent slightly as he leaned forward, watching him intently. “I want you to make me a cake.”

Fang Zhixu grew tense at their proximity. He silently raised his arms and buried his face in the crook of his arm, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

“Can’t we talk properly? Does it have to be like this?”

Ahhh—I’ve said it so many times, he’s straight!!

“Can’t I have a cake made by Teacher Xiaozhi? I want one that’s unique. Make one for me, okay?”

A low, coaxing voice whispered in his ear, with a voice that hovered between that of a boy and a young man, especially magnetic, lending the plea a youthful charm.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll make it, I’ll make it.” Fang Zhixu raised a hand to cover his burning ears, looking up at him with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Honestly, everything has to be unique. There aren’t that many unique things out there.”

Lu Yanli’s lips curled up at his glare. “Mm, I just want everything to be unique.”

“Move, I want to get down.” Fang Zhixu said fiercely.

Lu Yanli lifted him down from the counter.

Once Fang Zhixu’s feet touched the ground, he warned, “Don’t just do that move anymore! Always picking me up—what kind of behavior is that?”

He walked over to the oven and opened the door.

Inside were several trays of small cake bases that had been baked, leftovers from the ones taken to the adjacent prep room.

All the other chefs were busy next door, so the two of them were sneaking around in here.

It was all because of Lu Yanli, suddenly asking for cake for no reason.

The counter faced the grassland, and the view from the window was incredibly wide open.

Fang Zhixu stood at the counter, placed a cake base on a sheet of parchment, picked up the leftover cream, and piped it onto the base. Having worked part-time at a cake shop before, decorating a small cake wasn’t too hard.

Lu Yanli watched without blinking. Seeing Fang Zhixu focused and composed, with his side profile clear and gentle, and how obedient and pretty he looked while making the cake, causing his Adam’s apple to bob.

“That’s it, I can’t do anything too fancy.” Fang Zhixu held up the finished small cake with both hands and handed it to Lu Yanli. “Here, you’ll finish it in two bites.”

“Aren’t there candles?” Lu Yanli asked.

Fang Zhixu was stunned for a moment. “Huh? What graduation cake needs candles?”

“Today is my birthday,” Lu Yanli said.

Fang Zhixu looked surprised. “It’s your birthday today?!”

“Mm.” Lu Yanli took his wrist and pulled him slightly closer, inhaling the sweet scent of the cake. “I can blow out candles and make a wish, right?”

“Oh.” Fang Zhixu turned around, first putting the cake back on the counter, then went to look for candles. After searching around, he finally found a pack of birthday candles on a shelf.

He tore open the package, pulled out a pink candy cane candle, and stuck it into the cake. Then he took out a matchbox, struck a match lightly on the box, and touched the flame to the candy cane candle.

In an instant, the candy cane candle lit up with a tiny, star-like flame.

“Come on, come on.” Fang Zhixu held the small cake up to Lu Yanli. “Blow out the candle. How old are you now?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Twenty-one, huh. You’re a big young man now.”

Through the candlelight, his almond-shaped round eyes reflected the tiny, star-like flame on the candy cane candle. The fire danced, searing into his heart.

Lu Yanli felt something was off. An unnatural, scalding heat crept over his body and mind, giving him the illusion.

This person was seducing him.

But he knew perfectly well that someone as innocent and pure as Fang Zhixu would never do that.

So the problem was him.

“Blow it out.” Seeing Lu Yanli frozen, Fang Zhixu pushed the cake toward him. “If you don’t blow it out soon, it’ll burn out.”

“Would you like to make a wish?”

Fang Zhixu blinked. “Huh?”

“Would you like to make a wish?” Lu Yanli asked again.

“Make a wish on my behalf?” Fang Zhixu found it odd. “Isn’t it your birthday? You should be the one making a wish.”

“I want to give this wish to you.” Lu Yanli took the cake from Fang Zhixu’s hands, and took hold of his wrist, pulling him a little closer. “Make a wish—anything you wish for can come true.”

“Nothing good comes that easily…” Fang Zhixu tried to pull his hand free, but found he couldn’t. Meeting Lu Yanli’s eyes, he saw that he seemed to be serious, waiting for him to wish. “You really want me to make a wish?”

“Mm.”

“Then I’ll actually say it.”

“Go ahead.”

Fang Zhixu figured there was no harm in trying, so piously pressed his hands together, closed his eyes, and started muttering.

“…Bless me to safely find my parents…”

“May all the bad people be brought to justice.”

“Long life, plenty of money to enjoy.”

The candle’s tiny flame slowly died down, leaving only that obedient, clean face in Lu Yanli’s sight.

Lu Yanli’s throat became dry.

Fang Zhixu’s eyes suddenly flew open.

Lu Yanli didn’t have time to avert his gaze, and his gaze collided with those clear, transparent eyes.

“One last wish.” Fang Zhixu saw Lu Yanli staring at him. “I might have a few too many wishes, but since you’re giving it to me, I’ll make one for you. Um… I hope Lu Yanli gets smarter!”

With that, a warm breath blew past, and the candle was extinguished.

The candle’s tiny flame flickered out, but it lit a fire that had been suppressed and held back for too long.

Lu Yanli suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of his slender neck, leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm—!”

Fang Zhixu’s eyes went wide, shock rippling in their depths, his eyelashes fluttering in panic. He struggled, trying to push him off.

But Lu Yanli was too strong; there was no way to push him away.

Fang Zhixu hadn't even processed what was happening when their lips parted and he was hoisted up by the waist.

The cool countertop pressed against his thighs; he instinctively braced himself with his hands behind him, only to look up and find himself pinned in place by Lu Yanli's gaze.

His slender legs dangled in the air, while solid arms braced on either side of his thin frame—like two cages blocking all escape routes.

Fang Zhixu's breathing quickened, his eyes red with anger. His thin lips trembled. "Y-You... you've crossed the line! I made you a cake, and this is how you treat me?!"

"Xiao Zhi." Lu Yanli, as if he could no longer hold himself up, buried his face in his shoulder and neck, his voice low and hoarse. "...My Xiao Zhi..."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing—" Fang Zhixu flinched back from his nuzzling, trying to create some distance.

But that tiny distance was useless.

Lu Yanli leaned forward an inch, swallowing up the space he had just made.

"Lu Yanli!!! Didn't you promise to listen to me? What kind of stunt are you pulling?!"

"...I know."

The voice by his ear was so low it seemed to rumble right from his chest, vibrating against his ear and making it tickle.

"You don't know sh*t!" Fang Zhixu turned his head, kicking and struggling to break free, but then his chin was grabbed and he was kissed again.

"Mmph—"

His breath was stolen completely, leaving him no room to breathe.

He was like a savage shark, swallowing anything in its path when hungry—even greedily devouring everything. His body was unnervingly hot, like being hugged by a furnace, burning with heat.

Fang Zhixu tried to kick, but his legs were trapped.

He tried to raise a hand to hit, but his hand was pressed onto the counter, fingers intertwined, a broad palm covering the back of his hand and pinning it down—no chance to move.

His thin frame was so fragile against that towering physique, a mere sliver crushed in the embrace, pitifully so.

Every part of him felt blocked.

Fang Zhixu couldn't even cry out, couldn't move, tears streaming from his eyes in anger.

He had thought Lu Yanli would behave, would really listen, that there had been progress lately—but who knew he would resort to force again, infuriating him to no end!!!

"...Don't cry."

Lu Yanli pulled away, panting, and caressed Fang Zhixu's cheek. Seeing him cry, he leaned down to kiss away the moisture at the corner of his eye, his voice hoarse as he coaxed, "Sorry, don't cry."

"I'll cry if I want to!!" Fang Zhixu angrily grabbed his neck. "How many times do I have to tell you, this behavior is not okay, not okay, not okay!!! I'm not willing, this is all on you, completely one-sided!!"

His grip on his neck wasn't strong.

Lu Yanli swayed slightly.

Fang Zhixu instinctively let go, the anger on his face fading a little, and he asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Yanli's expression was off; his whole body was flushed, breathing rapid, eyes red as he stared at Fang Zhixu as if he were about to cry.

Fang Zhixu: "…Are you the one feeling wronged now?"

"...It hurts so much." Lu Yanli stood between Fang Zhixu's legs, bent down, and hugged him, sobbing. "...It hurts so much."

So tall and big, yet when faced with the sudden change in his body, he seemed as helpless as a child.

Fang Zhixu's chin rested on Lu Yanli's shoulder, looking puzzled. "Hurts? What hurts?"

"My body hurts so much."

"So because your body hurts, you can kiss me without my consent?! Wow, you're really challenging Teacher Xiaozhi's authority!!" Fang Zhixu reached out and pinched his ear.

But his hand touched burning heat.

"...What do I do? It hurts so much." Lu Yanli pulled Fang Zhixu's hand down, lowered his head, and interlocked their fingers, as if wanting to fill every gap between them.

The heat from his palm seeped through the gaps between their fingers, climbing up his veins, to his wrist, his forearm, all the way to his heart—spreading messily all over his body.

This urge was like a wildfire spreading, blazing in one spot after another, wanting to burn his body up.

Instinctively craving water, craving to cool down.

Craving to drown in Fang Zhixu.

"Fang Zhixu..."

"Xiao Zhi..."

"Wife..."

"Baby..."

"Save me."

Fang Zhixu's heart skipped a beat—not out of fear, but because he had never seen Lu Yanli like this. He was at a loss for a moment.

He didn't seem to be faking it. He couldn't even stand steadily, his body was scorching hot, the breath on his neck burning hot.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know..." Lu Yanli held Fang Zhixu tightly, burying his face in his neck, seeking the coolness of his body, his eyes bloodshot. "It hurts so much... what do I do? It hurts so much..."

"Then tell me what you want to do."

"I want to fuck you."

The air went still for a few seconds.

Fang Zhixu pinched Lu Yanli's cheek, making him lift his head, and sneered, "I think you want me to slap you."

Lu Yanli's eyes were glazed over; he instinctively leaned closer to Fang Zhixu, wanting to kiss him.

Fang Zhixu turned his head away.

The kiss landed on his cheek—light and quick, dense, moving inch by inch upward, then downward, giving off scorching heat, as if burning his skin.

It was an abnormally high temperature.

Fang Zhixu felt something might be wrong with Lu Yanli, but he couldn't figure out what.

"Calm down first. Let's go see a doctor. First, let me get down."

"I'm not letting you go." Lu Yanli held him tightly, trapping him between the counter and his arms, refusing to let him leave.

Fang Zhixu seemed to hear noise from the next room, afraid that the people in the kitchen would come over. If they saw him in this position with Lu Yanli, he would never be able to explain himself!

He raised his hand and cupped Lu Yanli's face, looking at him seriously. "Lu Yanli."

"…I don't like it when you call me that."

Fang Zhixu's lips twitched. Now was not the time—he told himself to stay calm and keep bluffing him: "Yanli, calm down first and listen to me."

"I don't want you calling me Yanli. I don't like that name either."

Fang Zhixu felt that Lu Yanli was very off—staring at him like that, hugging and rubbing against him, acting clingy, as if he'd taken an aphrodisiac.

He had no choice but to try to get Lu Yanli out of the kitchen before anyone saw them. "Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Call me 'husband'."

Fang Zhixu clenched his fist and raised it to Lu Yanli's face. "Looks like you're asking for this."

But Lu Yanli leaned in and pressed a kiss to his fist, kissing it tenderly, then rubbed his cheek against Fang Zhixu's knuckles, murmuring, "I like it… I like it so much… I like you so much…"

Fang Zhixu froze, lowering his trembling hand: "…"

Ah… ah!

Lu Yanli wouldn't let go of his hand. He held it and kissed his fingers, one by one.

Just then, footsteps came from the doorway.

"I'm almost done with the drinks for the buffet area."

"I still need to decorate the fruit on the big cake."

"Are all the fruits in there?"

"Yes, but I saved a box for Xiao Zhi. I cut them up specially for him—he loves these. Don't take his fruit, okay?"

"Got it, got it. Anyone would think Xiao Zhi is your son."

Fang Zhixu's eyes widened.

They're coming!

It's over, over, over, over…

Just as he thought that, he was suddenly grabbed under his arms and lifted.

Before he could react, Lu Yanli covered his mouth and pulled him into the nearby room.

The storage room was cluttered with kitchenware and odds and ends, narrow and cramped. Every touch and sound was amplified in this confined space.

Lu Yanli's tall, strong frame pressed Fang Zhixu's slender, fair body into the corner.

Their hands were locked together against the wall; sweat soaked their palms, causing them to slip, until the larger hand pinned them back.

"Baby…"

"…My sweet baby, help me, please."