Chapter 83 Lover

After getting off the car, Zhuang Dongqing looked at the darkening sky, thought for a moment, and decided to go find the little brat first.

There's an old saying that a child is meaningless if you don't play with them.

Well, it can be used with some improvements, but it will be meaningless if you don't use it after having a child.

"Dad?"

Cen An'an rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things, and asked in surprise, "Weren't you out? Not at home?"

Zhuang Dongqing: "Yes, some problems arose, so I came back early."

"Aren't you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving."

"Kiss, hug."

The little boy was happy and opened his arms. Looking at his chubby face, he smiled, and Zhuang Dongqing was also inexplicably happy. He picked up the chubby baby. He was so heavy, with fleshy arms and legs.

Cen An'an hugged Zhuang Dongqing's neck and buried her head in him affectionately.

Zhuang Dongqing found a chair and sat down, then squeezed Cen An'an's hand. There were four fleshy dimples on the back of her hand near her finger bones, which looked quite comical.

Where is Father?

After hugging for a while, Cen An'an noticed something was wrong and asked Zhuang Dongqing.

"Is Father back too?"

Zhuang Dongqing said bitterly, "You're back. Go wash up in the main room. Does An'an want to see her father?"

"think!"

Even though they've been together recently, and only separated for a few hours, if you ask the children, they'll say they want to be with their parents anytime, anywhere.

Looking into Cen An'an's bright eyes, Zhuang Dongqing smiled, kissed the little one, picked her up and said, "Alright, let's go see Daddy. But Daddy's not in a good mood today, so An'an, don't make Daddy angry."

"Is Father unhappy?"

...

"Father!"

Cen Yan had just washed his hands and face and changed into some breathable casual clothes when a chubby little dumpling rushed into the room like a shooting star, ran over, and hugged his leg tightly.

She tilted her head up, oh, it's Cen An'an.

She grinned at Cen Yan, revealing a set of baby teeth that weren't quite complete yet.

Cen Yan pinched Cen An'an's cheek. Zhuang Dongqing found it hard to keep a straight face when he saw his son, and the same was true for Cen Yan.

Under the expectant gaze of the little one, she finally smiled, her expression softening, and picked the child up in her arms.

"Father!"

Cen An'an reached out and grabbed Cen Yan's neck, falling onto him in the exact same position.

"Has An'an eaten?"

"I ate it! I ate it all myself! It was a huge bowl!"

Since Cen An'an was able to eat by herself, Zhuang Dongqing has stopped letting her grandmother feed her. It was a little difficult at first, but Zhuang Dongqing was determined not to spoil her. After so much time, the little one can now eat very well on her own.

I weighed it in my hands; the two-year-old was quite heavy to hold.

Cen Yan praised, "Our An'an is really great."

Cen An'an giggled shyly.

I still really enjoy being praised.

"Has Father eaten?"

Cen Yan: Not yet, I'll eat right away.

Cen An'an: "Are you with Baba? Can An'an eat some more?"

The little guy has recently become very interested in the strongly flavored dishes that adults eat, but his digestive system is not yet fully developed, so he is usually only given a very small amount of oily and spicy food, just to taste it.

Even so, Cen An'an was still enjoying it.

Cen Yan touched Cen An'an's belly; it was bulging, the little rascal had really eaten his fill.

Sensing what Cen Yan was doing, Cen An'an said, "I love Daddy the most~"

She buried her head in Cen Yan's arms and started to act coquettishly.

"..."

Cen Yan reached out and flicked the little brat's forehead, sternly saying, "You're only allowed to eat a tiny bit."

"Oh, Daddy is so good~"

She then hugged Cen Yan and giggled.

After a while, a smile appeared on Cen Yan's lips as he shook his head.

*

After Zhuang Dongqing finished washing up and getting ready, she went out and saw Cen Yan talking and laughing with Cen An'an.

call.

I breathed a small sigh of relief.

He said the little guy was a real joy, and he was right.

"Beep beep!" The little brat greeted Zhuang Dongqing warmly as he came out.

Zhuang Dongqing smiled, but as soon as he did, Cen Yan looked up at him, and the smile on his face instantly faded, sending a chill down Zhuang Dongqing's spine.

Hiss. Hard to coax.

Zhuang Dongqing decided to adopt a conciliatory approach and slowly wear them down.

At least on the surface, the meal appeared harmonious.

Zhuang Dongqing peeled a shrimp for the little boy, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in his bowl. Then, he picked out a big one, peeled it, and put it in Cen Yan's bowl.

Cen Yan calmed down.

The moment his chopsticks paused, Zhuang Dongqing was a little afraid that he would throw the shrimp out.

Thankfully, no.

Cen Yan didn't say anything and ate slowly.

Little brat: "Daddy, you have to thank Daddy!"

Zhuang Dongqing: "..."

They've been teaching Cen An'an how to say thank you, but Zhuang Dongqing doesn't want to listen to her son's well-intentioned reminders at times like this.

I really want to breathe some oxygen!

Cen Yan lowered her eyelashes, her expression unreadable, and said, "Yes, thank you, Qingqing."

Zhuang Dongqing didn't dare say anything to Cen Yan, but she dared to talk to the little brat, "I'll peel two more for you, and then you can put the bowl away after you finish eating, okay? Look at your belly, it's about to burst."

"I'd like two large shrimp!"

Yes, Cen An'an has already learned how to bargain.

When they were bargaining, they would look at people with their dark, round eyes, making them seem especially pitiful.

"……OK."

"Peel these two."

Cen Yan picked out two shrimp, a little bigger, but not by much, carefully controlling their size.

Cen An'an was a little disappointed, but she decided to stop while she was ahead and said, "Okay."

After the meal, Zhuang Dongqing secretly tried to please Cen Yan several times under the guise of serving him food, and Cen Yan ate it all, but his complexion did not improve afterward.

After putting down their chopsticks, Zhuang Dongqing said, "An'an has eaten too much. Why don't you take him for a walk?"

He doesn't want to move after he's full.

Cen Yan had nothing to criticize in these aspects and readily agreed, "Okay."

After the servants cleared the table, Cen Yan took the bouncy Cen An'an to digest her food, and Zhuang Dongqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I lay sprawled on the recliner, praying in my heart, "May the little rascal live up to your expectations!"

The house in Suzhou is large, and this one in Hangzhou is not small either.

At least for Cen An'an, it was an indistinguishable vastness.

The little guy had walked halfway when he started rubbing his eyes. Cen Yan saw this, squatted down to be at eye level with the little guy, and encouraged him to persevere a little longer, reminding him that he had to work hard to digest the extra food he ate.

In this regard, Cen An'an never disappointed them. Although she was very reluctant, she still took the first step.

Before we were even halfway back, the little guy was completely exhausted.

Seeing that he kept rubbing his eyes and yawning, Cen Yan took the initiative to pick up Cen An'an.

Cen An'an, clinging to Cen Yan, mumbled, "Is Daddy happy now?"

Cen Yan paused for a moment, then realized something and said in a childish tone, "Daddy isn't unhappy."

Cen An'an immediately saw through her lie, saying, "You're lying."

"Where?" Cen Yan asked calmly.

"So many aspects."

Rubbing his eyes, the little guy's mind was very clear: "He didn't smile at Daddy!"

"I didn't peel shrimp for An'an either."

Cen Yan lowered his eyes.

These are all very small things, but children always seem to be very perceptive and can observe them.

"Father, please don't be upset, okay?"

Getting angry is bad for your health.

Cen Yan laughed.

My heart felt both full and tender.

These were the words Zhuang Dongqing used to coax Cen An'an when she was angry, but he never expected them to be used on him so soon.

Cen Yan: "Who told you all this, your dad?"

Cen An'an twisted her hands, "...No, oh."

Cen Yan: "I'll offer three candied hawthorns."

Cen An'an: "No, I have to keep my word."

Two candied hawthorns would be enough. Thinking of what her father had promised, Cen An'an swallowed hard and made a gulping sound.

Okay, that must be Zhuang Dongqing.

Cen Yan couldn't help but pinch the little brat's cheek, "So what does Daddy want you to do?"

Let me comfort you.

The little brat was so sleepy that he sold Zhuang Dongqing out of his possession.

"What if Father can't coax him?"

"Then, then I'll have to use my ultimate move!"

Cen An'an's two spirited eyebrows furrowed, and she looked very serious.

"What is that...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Cen Yan's face was cupped in Cen An'an's small hands, and she suddenly kissed him several times without warning, leaving his face covered in saliva.

Cen Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

What kind of shameless tricks are these?

Yes, it's obvious that Zhuang Dongqing taught them, no doubt about it.

"Father, you smiled!"

After he finished speaking, Cen Yan pinched the little brat's cheek.

His behavior was both funny and exasperating, and it wasn't easy to pursue the matter. Cen Yan simply patted Cen An'an's back and coaxed him, "Weren't you sleepy? How come you still have the energy to talk so much?"

Cen An'an rubbed her eyes again, leaning against Cen Yan, and muttered, "Put away the gourd..."

I have to do something after receiving the candied hawthorns.

"Father, you're still... angry..."

After a few pats, Cen An'an fell asleep in Cen Yan's arms.

After walking quietly for a while, Cen Yan sighed softly, "It's not that I'm angry with him..."

When Cen An'an was handed over to her grandmother, she was already fast asleep, blowing bubbles with drool.

Fearing that Grandma wouldn't be able to take care of her alone, Cen Yan helped Grandma take off An'an's clothes, wipe her little face, hands and feet, and then put her in bed.

The little one ate and slept well, and didn't wake up at all during the night.

When they returned to the main house and learned that Zhuang Dongqing had just finished washing up, Cen Yan thought for a moment and went directly into the bathroom to wash up.

Zhuang Dongqing had actually been keeping an eye on Cen Yan's movements. When he returned and learned that Cen Yan wanted to take a bath, he poked his head into the bathroom through the door connecting the main house. As soon as he saw Cen Yan's back, it was as if the other man had eyes in the back of his head. Zhuang Dongqing heard him ask, "Want to see how the two candied hawthorns turn out?"

Zhuang Dongqing: "..."

He knew two-year-olds were unreliable!

Zhuang Dongqing touched his nose: "He only agreed to two, and he agreed to give them to him on separate days."

Cen Yan gave a soft hum.

Zhuang Dongqing dared not speak and stood there obediently.

"Help me take my clothes out."

Fortunately, the stalemate did not last long, and Cen Yan began to order Zhuang Dongqing around.

Zhuang Dongqing could not obtain it.

Just when he didn't know where to start, he quickly climbed the steps that were offered to him.

So Zhuang Dongqing not only helped Cen Yan fetch hot water and wash his back, but also clumsily washed his hair for a while. The reason it was only for a short while was because she was too unfamiliar with this task, and Cen Yan took over halfway through and washed his hair himself.

As she rinsed her hair, Zhuang Dongqing thought of something and asked curiously, "Didn't you just wash your hair yesterday?"

Now that hair is long and there's no hairdryer, there's no way to wash it every day.

Cen Yan gave a curt reply: "You went to an unclean place, it was dirty."

"……oh."

Even a fool could tell where Cen Yan was talking about, so Zhuang Dongqing kept his eyes down and focused on his work.

When Cen Yan wrung out his hair, he didn't call Liu Fu. Instead, Zhuang Dongqing carefully dried Cen Yan's hair with a towel.

When I wash my hair at night, I have to rub it several times until it's so dry I can't wring out any water, and it feels half-dry to the touch.

With Liu Fu always taking care of her, Zhuang Dongqing wasn't very good at it.

But Cen Yan didn't call out to anyone, and Zhuang Dongqing didn't complain. She slowly and meticulously did her work. During this time, Cen Yan glanced at Zhuang Dongqing, but Zhuang Dongqing didn't notice at all. Her attention was entirely on her hands, and she was very careful, as if she was afraid of pulling Cen Yan's hair.

Cen Yan's heart softened again.

Zhuang Dongqing was afraid she wouldn't do it well, so she wiped it twice more. In the end, she only let Liufu check that the humidity was about right before she took a comb to help Cen Yan comb it smooth and then scratched it.

Cen Yan's hair is very nice, like satin. If you don't part it, it's actually very difficult for it to dry completely.

Cen Yan didn't call for a stop, and Zhuang Dongqing didn't mind either, repeatedly parting the fibers with her hands, hoping to finish quickly.

Cen Yan suddenly said, "If you want to coax me, are you just going to prepare two candied hawthorns? Are you just going to do some work?"

Zhuang Dongqing: "..."

Zhuang Dongqing lowered her head: "No, not exactly."

"Anything else?"

Zhuang Dongqing: "Wait, wait a minute."

"Let your hair air dry a bit more, otherwise you'll have a headache when you sleep."

Cen Yan raised an eyebrow, realizing something, and nodded, "Okay."

After letting it air dry for a while, until the hair was almost dry, Zhuang Dongqing took a clean belt and tied it around Cen Yan's eyes.

Cen Yan: "?"

Cen Yan: "Qingqing, are you trying to coax me or are you just playing with me?"

Zhuang Dongqing's ears burned, but she forced herself to say, "No."

"Don't speak!"

That was said quite fiercely.

Realizing her tone was inappropriate, Zhuang Dongqing quickly added, "You'll find out soon enough."

"You...you'll like it."

Cen Yan deliberately drew out his reply, "—Oh."

Zhuang Dongqing closed his eyes and helped the person sit on the bed. During the time his vision was obscured, Cen Yan could hear people moving around in the room. From the faint sounds, he could tell that they first closed the window and then started... like they were lighting candles.

The sound of sparks exploding near his ears grew louder, but Cen Yan wasn't sure; it was inherently difficult to discern.

Moreover, it seemed as if he had deliberately chosen a dark-colored belt, as the light in front of his eyes was very poor.

Of course, or perhaps, Zhuang Dongqing lowered the bed curtains.

When the others returned, Cen Yan became even more curious.

Then Zhuang Dongqing reached out her hand, "Raise your hand."

Cen Yan did as instructed.

Noticing Zhuang Dongqing pulling at him, Cen Yan said, "This isn't right, is it?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Stop talking."

It sounds like they're embarrassed.

Cen Yan didn't care and leisurely let Zhuang Dongqing do as he pleased.

In the height of summer,

You won't feel cold even if you don't wear it.

Feeling that Zhuang Dongqing had gone down to put away his undergarments again, Cen Yan became even more curious.

However, he did find out very quickly.

Zhuang Dongqing came and kissed him.

He wouldn't let him move. Holding his shoulders, she kissed him deeply, her breath trembling, and then kissed Cen Yan's cheek, chin, Adam's apple, slowly moving downwards...

It wasn't the way Cen Yan preferred, but he really liked Zhuang Dongqing's delicate, fragmented kisses.

Not intense.

Yet it is full of love.

Cen Yan liked the feeling of being loved by Zhuang Dongqing.

Then,

Zhuang Dongqing opened his mouth,

She held him in her mouth.

Cen Yan's breath hitched, and he took a deep breath.

Really...

In that fleeting moment of exhilaration, Cen Yan felt a complex mix of emotions.

But once you think about it, you realize that it's indeed a ridiculous idea that Zhuang Dongqing could come up with.

Zhuang Dongqing wanted to speak, but his reaction seemed to confirm her words, and she swallowed even more...

However, greed is bound to come at a price.

"Cough, cough cough."

He gagged, then coughed.

Cen Yan gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch Zhuang Dongqing's face. "You think of these low-class ways to coax me, huh?"

Zhuang Dongqing's voice was slightly hoarse as she sincerely asked, "Don't you like it?"

Cen Yan: "..."

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking..."

Then he paused again.

Zhuang Dongqing opened her mouth again.

For a moment, Cen Yan wanted to grab Zhuang Dongqing's hair and pull her away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Zhuang Dongqing was actually quite nervous.

I've never done it before.

But Cen Yan had actually done it for him several times. During the late stages of his pregnancy, his hormones must have been very erratic, and he would inexplicably have strong desires. Cen Yan would comfort him in this way.

However, he had promised Cen Yan a long time ago, but had not yet fulfilled his promise.

Cen Yan considered giving it a try, but couldn't bring herself to do it.

But Zhuang Dongqing didn't think it was anything lowly.

After taking another breath, Zhuang Dongqing used her hand to breathe and asked Cen Yan, "Will this be better?"

"Did you hurt yourself?"

Cen Yan's voice was completely hoarse. "No."

Zhuang Dongqing could tell that Cen Yan liked it.

Um……

Indeed, there aren't many men who don't like this kind of thing.

When Zhuang Dongqing tried again, Cen Yan couldn't help but touch Zhuang Dongqing's face and ask him, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"It's...it's alright..."

He gently stroked Zhuang Dongqing's cheek with his fingers and took a deep breath. "I want to see, Qingqing."

"..."

"……oh."

Zhuang Dongqing did not refuse.

So Cen Yan pulled back the ribbon in front of her and saw Zhuang Dongqing, whose face was flushed.

His gaze seemed to burn, landing on Zhuang Dongqing's face, causing the latter to close her eyes in shame.

"You're such a lecher, Qingqing."

Touching Zhuang Dongqing's wide-open chin, Cen Yan said in a low voice.

As soon as he spoke, Zhuang Dongqing's eyelashes trembled, as if she were extremely ashamed, but she did not stop, and even retaliated by sucking on it.

Cen Yan took another breath and reached out to touch Zhuang Dongqing's lips and teeth.

Zhuang Dongqing felt very uncomfortable, but she could only glare at him.

Cen Yan murmured, looking helpless, "What am I supposed to say when you're like this?"

Zhuang Dongqing's eyes were brimming with tears as she stared at him, puzzled.

Why did you suddenly think of this?

Cen Yan knew, of course, that Zhuang Dongqing had promised him.

Maintaining the same posture for so long caused Zhuang Dongqing to shed tears. He wiped them away, took a breath, and mumbled, "I promised."

"I didn't rush you."

Cen Yan touched Zhuang Dongqing's face again, unable to stop feeling pity for him.

Zhuang Dongqing closed her eyes and stubbornly replied, "I'm willing."

"Can't I do it for you?"

Cen Yan's heart melted.

He asked again, "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

He touched Zhuang Dongqing's lips, which were red from being stretched.

But I received an unexpected answer.

"like."

Cen Yan: "What?"

Zhuang Dongqing glanced at Cen Yan with reddened eyes, then lowered her gaze and said, "I like you."

Her eyelashes trembled incessantly, "I also like to eat for you."