Even though she was telling herself that, her eyes kept wanting to dart towards him.

However, she had to admit that even the male models in lingerie shows on the runway weren't necessarily as good-looking and pleasing to the eye as Young Master Yan.

In recent years, the world has been obsessed with the oriental style. As an oriental man, with a figure and face like Young Master Yan's, even if he were not the head of the Yan family, he would still be able to make a name for himself on the international catwalk.

Sigh, so isn't it a lie to say that the Creator is fair?

Young Master Yan's status is so high that it's outrageous!

Born into a family that dominates business, politics, and the underworld, and possessing such top-tier resources inside and out, one can only look up to others in every way. Is this what you call fairness?

Zhu Qianying was completely unaware that her gaze towards Yan Shao had gradually changed from simple admiration to something more complicated.

Naturally, her movements as she dressed Zizai became slow and full of mistakes due to her distraction.

Yan Shao stood by the bed, his gaze darting back and forth between Zhu Qianying and Zizai's faces. He quickly put on his bathrobe, tied the belt, and then watched with interest as Zhu Qianying put her son's hand into the leg of his trousers.

Although it's a good thing that she loves watching herself, if she keeps doing that, her precious son will definitely be woken up.

"Hey, if you want to see, I'll take off all my clothes and let you look slowly. Now let's help our son get dressed first, okay?"

Reminded by Yan Shao, Zhu Qianying quickly withdrew her gaze from Yan Shao's firm, bronze chest muscles, and looked down, almost crying at her own stupidity!

This is absolutely the first time in her life that she has ever worn her pants as clothes.

No wonder, she had been searching for so long but couldn't find the other sleeve.

Moreover, these sleeves are far too long; my precious son's hands can't even reach outside the sleeve.

I secretly blamed my mom in my heart. What kind of messy luggage did she pack for Zizai?

Looking down now, it turns out it wasn't Mom's fault at all; she was the one who had been distracted and mistook her precious son's pants for clothes.

After seeing it clearly, Zhu Qianying couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly grabbed some clothes and put them on her son, glancing briefly at Yan Shao with a smile, and then scolded him with a laugh.

"Get out! If you show me another striptease, I'll break my son's little arm!"

Yan Shao was amused by her and laughed heartily. The previous ambiguity disappeared in the midst of their laughter.

Even without any ambiguity, the atmosphere was still excellent.

Zizai was finally awakened by his parents' laughter, and half-opening his eyes in a half-awake state, he gently patted Zhu Qianying's face with his little hand.

"Daddy, Mommy...you're so noisy!" The tone was muffled and somewhat impatient, but it carried a hint of coquetry.

Zhu Qianying bit her lip to suppress a laugh and pecked her son on the lips. "I'm sorry, baby, I woke you up."

Zizai mumbled something again, then rolled over and lay face down on the bed, sprawled out, and fell asleep again.

Zhu Qianying pulled the blanket over him and covered him up. She looked up at Yan Shao, who was still standing by the bed watching her and Zizai, smiling very contentedly.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late!"

Yan Shao nodded without saying anything. As he walked past her, he suddenly put his arm around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her lips, giving them a hard kiss before releasing her before she could resist.

"There's no reason why you shouldn't watch it for nothing, right?"

Zhu Qianying was stunned by the kiss. By the time she came to her senses, the man who had been causing trouble had already slipped out the door.

So, when he said there was no reason to look for nothing, he meant that kiss was her reward for seeing his naked body.

Honestly, this is not what she wanted to see at all!

Zhu Qianying was both annoyed and amused, and even after brushing her teeth and climbing into bed, she still found it funny.

Isn't she and Yan Shao being a bit too naive?

We've already done much more intimate things, and our son is almost five years old. Yet, you two demand compensation for seeing me naked, or I complain about seeing you naked. It's really too much!

However, whether she was annoyed, amused, or childish, it was an undeniable fact that Zhu Qianying fell asleep that night in a state of extreme relaxation and joy.

...

Early in the morning, Zhu Qianying was awakened by the sound of waves crashing on the shore. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by an unfamiliar environment.

His stuck mind worked for a moment before he remembered that this was Young Master Yan's villa by the sea—or, as Young Master Yan put it, it was a villa by the sea that he had given to his beloved son.

However, if she remembered correctly, the little guy should have slept with her last night. Now, where is he?

Although Zhu Qianying couldn't see anyone, she wasn't nervous. She thought that the kid must have gotten up early and gone to find his father.

I got up feeling refreshed, walked to the French windows, opened the curtains, and stepped out onto the terrace.

The terrace faces the beach and the sea. Zhu Qianying took a deep breath and stretched her arms and bent over to loosen her muscles.

Whether it was because she slept so well last night or because the air here was particularly fresh, Zhu Qianying felt incredibly refreshed after just a little movement. It was as if all her joints had been opened up, and she was full of energy.

Just as she stretched out her arms and bent over, a small figure suddenly appeared on the beach in front of her. Soon, a tall figure followed closely behind the small figure and ran into her field of vision.

That little one, who else could it be but the boy Zizai who slept with her last night?

From afar, Zhu Qianying saw the father and son standing on opposite sides, each bent over, seemingly doing something. Then, the taller figure ran to the shorter one's side and continued bending over, seemingly fiddling with something.

After a while, Zhu Qianying finally saw clearly that the two had set up a net on the beach. Were the father and son going to play beach volleyball?

Soon, the father and son went to opposite sides of the net, each of them using the net as a side, and barefoot, they drew two long rectangles in the sand. Then, they took out a beach volleyball from somewhere and started playing against each other from opposite sides of the net.

When it comes to sports, Yan Shao is an expert.

Beach volleyball is also one of his strengths. Needless to say, compared to him, Zai Zai is just a weakling.

However, Yan Shao is now very good at coaxing and teaching children. He never uses his difficult moves in front of Zizai. Instead, he patiently helps the not-so-skilled Zizai practice the ball back and forth repeatedly.

Even so, as far as Zhu Qianying could see with her naked eye, Zizai still lost 80-90% of the games.

Zizai had his back to Zhu Qianying, but he would turn around every now and then to pick up the ball. This time, he looked up and saw her, so he waved to her and probably said something, but Zhu Qianying couldn't hear him.