Chapter 17
The next morning.
Wen Cishu practiced with the Tai Chi master in the small garden, listening to the breathing mantras and moving slowly with his eyes closed.
The master was relieved to see that he was practicing very well and in much better spirits than the last time he came.
When coaching wealthy people, the most worrying thing is that they will not cooperate or their demands are complicated. However, Mr. Wen is as his name suggests, gentle and polite, and he has never done anything to make things difficult for others.
Forty minutes later, the class was over. Wen Cishu said goodbye to the master and asked his aunt to get some pastries from home for the master to take back.
Aunt Zhong handed over a hot towel to wipe her hands: "Are you tired?"
Wen Cishu shook his head.
I got enough sleep last night, so I didn’t feel tired after practicing standing for dozens of minutes.
"Where's my phone?"
Before he practiced Tai Chi, he sent a WeChat message to Bo Tingyuan, asking him about Yiming's grandfather's birthday.
Aunt Zhong took it out of her pocket and handed it to him.
There was a reply from Bo Tingyuan.
[I will go home to pick you and Yiming up in the afternoon.] 】
Wen Cishu was surprised, why did he originally plan to go?
Aunt Zhong saw him walking and stopped, and asked, "Is there something important?"
"No." Wen Cishu joked, "Why would they ask me for something so important? Wouldn't the other party be so anxious?"
Aunt Zhong smiled.
As I was talking, a call popped up on my phone screen.
The phone number of the "Zi Zi is Superman" program team.
Wen Cishu was surprised and sighed softly: "Someone is really looking for me?"
He pressed the answer button, "Hello, I'm Yiming's father."
"Hello, hello!" The staff member said in an inexplicably excited but restrained tone, "Yiming's father, I'm calling today to talk to you about the show."
It turned out that after the first live broadcast of the show ended, it attracted a lot of attention and became a hot topic.
Some viewers left messages on the program’s official platform, hoping that the program could consider planning a theme program featuring a “family of three” appearing together.
The staff member explained the situation clearly and asked in a friendly and negotiating tone: "I called you today to sound you out. Do you think Yiming's other father would accept our invitation?"
Wen Cishu thought that it seemed that nothing had been finalized, but the matter was still being discussed with the guests.
"Because Yiming's father is very busy at work..."
He stopped talking after he finished speaking, and immediately remembered that Bo Tingyuan was in the parking area within the program crew's sight the entire time during the past two days.
Isn't this just pure lies?
He was embarrassed by himself.
Fortunately, the staff on the other side did not hold on to this, but said: "Yes, we understand. So the theme planning of this family of three should be put in the fourth episode, or in the extra episode. Can you ask Yiming's father to help us communicate again, okay? I personally believe that Mingzi also hopes that the two fathers will appear on the show together."
I have to say, the last sentence is very devastating.
Wen Cishu: "Well, let's communicate within our family. I'll give you a reply later."
"Great! Thank you, Yiming Dad! Please say hello to Mingzai for me! I voted for him!" The staff member smiled and said quickly, "Bye, Yiming Dad!"
Wen Cishu seemed to see a series of "!" coming towards him, and thought that this staff member was as passionate about life as the little monkey.
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Afternoon.
Wen Cishu took a short nap while his aunt was washing his hair. When he woke up, he felt lazy.
Bo Yiming was jumping up and down in the cloakroom looking for clothes. When he turned around, he saw his young father leaning on the sofa.
Wen Cishu's eyes were half closed, and his freshly washed black hair was draped over his shoulders like inky tassels.
Her smooth fingertips held the white jade bamboo bracelet, and she fiddled with it slowly, one by one.
Bo Yiming sometimes feels that costume dramas are not good to watch, probably because he has seen too many young dads in real life and his aesthetic taste has been infinitely raised.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu didn't hear him, opened his eyes and blinked, "You haven't chosen for dad yet?"
He put on the bracelet with his slender fingers and stood up with the help of the sofa, "Just like you and Dad, Dad also wears a suit. Don't choose it, it's too troublesome."
Aunt Zhong gave him a little support.
Bo Yiming shook his head vigorously: "No, suits are so boring. I like my little dad to wear nice clothes."
Wen Cishu passed by him and ruffled his fluffy hair: "How do you wear a suit by yourself?"
"I'm a little foreigner." Bo Yiming jumped up and down with a smile.
People have called him this since he started school, but he doesn't care at all because he does have an obvious mixed-race face.
Of course, Bo Yiming thinks of himself as a handsome little foreigner who has perfectly inherited the good looks of his two fathers.
Wen Cishu burst out laughing.
Aunt Zhong laughed when she heard it.
"Grandma Zhong, I remember that little dad had a very long string of beads. If I were to wear it, what would I wear with it?"
Bo Yiming gestured with his hands to show the specific shape of the bead.
Aunt Zhong thought for a moment and asked, "Necklace?"
Wen Cishu watched the little monkey turn around and gesture, and guessed, "Is it Beiyun?"
"Yes! This is it!" Bo Yiming was happy. "Grandma Zhong, can you go find it?"
Wen Cishu saw that Aunt Zhong really took him to look for it. He lazily sat on the sofa and reminded, "Yiming, get Dad a bunch of light ones and a heavy one to press on his shoulders."
Bo Tingyuan probably inherited the interest of collecting antiques from his grandfather in the Bo family, so he often collects some old items from auction houses.
There are also several pieces of court beads and back clouds, one or two of which have hundreds of jade beads.
I have never worn Wen Cishu since they were delivered to me. I feel tired just looking at them.
Then, Bo Yiming came out holding two jewelry boxes: "Little daddy, would you like to wear the dress with the golden bird embroidered on it?"
Aunt Zhong said, "That's a white crane."
When Bo Yiming came up to him and bent down to put the box away, Wen Cishu quickly scratched his straight nose.
"Today is your grandfather's birthday. Is it appropriate for Dad to go there dressed like he's walking out of a museum?"
"Grandpa will definitely be happier if he sees this."
Bo Yiming said to Aunt Zhong, "Grandma Zhong, go get the white crane clothes for Dad."
Wen Cishu was afraid of him and grabbed Aunt Zhong's arm.
"Don't."
He remembered that he had a few modified new Chinese-style clothes that wouldn't look out of place with a cloud on the back, so he asked Aunt Zhong to get them from another cloakroom.
After a while.
Wen Cishu changed into a night blue brocade shirt and loose and flowing trousers of the same color. The fabric had a dark pattern of crabapple flowers that was faintly visible, making him look elegant and noble.
He walked out while raising his hand to fasten the crescent-shaped buckle on his Pipa sleeve.
"Wow!" Bo Yiming seemed to see people from a TV drama walking out. But he was still surprised, "Why isn't the little dad wearing white?"
"You and your eldest father are wearing dark suits, and I'm wearing white. How awkward?" Wen Cishu looked down at the two strings of clouds.
One of the strings has a jade pendant with a back cloud pattern, which is dark green in hue and looks warm and steady.
"Let's take this one." Wen Cishu lifted his trouser legs and sat on the sofa: "Help Dad put it on."
Bo Yiming picked up the red beaded cloud and put it around his father's neck. He couldn't help but admire it: "Little dad, I don't want you to go out anymore."
"What's wrong?" Wen Cishu felt the weight of the beads. It was okay, not too heavy.
Bo Yiming pouted and said childishly, "It will be snatched away."
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair and smiled: "Dad, will you change it again?"
"No." Bo Yiming held his little father's hand and couldn't help but look at him again and again.
At this time, Uncle Xu knocked on the door and entered the room, saying that he came to deliver something.
Wen Cishu noticed at a glance that he was holding a small velvet jewelry box, which looked like it was the perfect size to hold a ring.
He quickly thought about it.
Bo Yiming asked first: "Grandpa Xu, what is that in your hand?"
Uncle Xu placed the small box on the coffee table: "It was the eldest young master who told me that the master asked about the ring. So I went to find it. It had been on the third floor."
The third floor refers to the room where the family collects other jewelry and art collections.
Bo Yiming, who was sitting next to the young father, was quick to take it and open it.
It happened to be Wen Cishu’s wedding ring.
Wen Cishu smiled and looked at Uncle Xu: "Uncle Xu, did you put this ring on the third floor?"
Uncle Xu met the gentleman's dark eyes and nodded reluctantly.
The gentleman usually has an overly good temper, but when he gets serious, it's hard to tell what he's thinking.
The same goes for the eldest young master, why did you ask him to give it?
Both men were elusive.
They are not from the same family and will not enter the same door.
Uncle Xu, with a little sweat on his back, glanced at the innocent young master, who looked so adorable at this moment.
Wen Cishu would not embarrass Uncle Xu and just asked this question.
Before leaving, Uncle Xu said, "The eldest young master is already waiting downstairs."
"So soon?" Wen Cishu reminded the little monkey who was studying the wedding ring, "Okay, go change your clothes and comb your hair. We have to go to the birthday party."
"Oh." Bo Yiming took out the ring, "Little daddy, let me put the ring on you."
Wen Cishu took it from him with a smile and pressed it back into the velvet of the ring box.
Bo Yiming's handsome face showed a silly expression: "Hmm?"
Why did the little dad put it away?
Isn't the purpose of Uncle Xu giving it to me for me to wear?
Wen Cishu leaned over, pinched his son's face, and whispered affectionately, "You, little fool."
Bo Yiming:? What's going on? I don't understand!
Wen Cishu didn't give him a chance to ask, and pushed him to change his clothes: "Hurry up, or should I go with your big dad first? Are you going to walk by yourself?"
"I don't want to!" Bo Yiming jumped up, "Even if I go alone, I have to take a helicopter!"
But he ran to the door, leaned over the door frame and stuck his head in, "Little dad, you can't go first with big dad, you have to wait for me. I'm your cute little son."
Wen Cishu smiled and raised his hand: "Got it, my lovely little son, go quickly."
He asked an aunt to go with him and take care of him.
Aunt Zhong tied up Wen Cishu's hair to prevent it from covering the gorgeous and precious strings of hair on his back.
Wen Cishu looked at Aunt Zhong in the mirror and joked, "Aunt Zhong, you too, are teasing me with Yiming?"
Aunt Zhong said, "Yiming is right. You look beautiful in your clothes and you look radiant. Anyone who sees you will be happy."
She watched him holding the ring box in his hand, as if it were a lost treasure that had been found again.
——The Second Young Master has really changed a lot recently.
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Wen Cishu went downstairs first and did not see Bo Tingyuan in the living room.
Uncle Xu said, "The eldest young master went to the small garden. He said he wanted to see the potatoes that the master and the young master planted last night."
Wen Cishu nodded, put his hands behind his back leisurely, walked across the corridor and headed towards the small garden.
The aunts who were coming in and out of the house couldn't help but stop to admire the gentleman's luxurious attire as he walked through the corridor and door. Combined with the low-key and luxurious decoration of the Bo family mansion, each scene looked like a movie.
The end of the corridor.
Wen Cishu stood in the stained glass window, looking at the tall and straight figure in the small garden.
Bo Tingyuan was standing in front of the cute little porcelain basin, looking at it very attentively.
Wen Cishu was lost in thought as he stared at the figure.
Even if the little monkey was hit by Big Daddy with a small milk pan, he just changed the note name in the address book; even if he was often carried out of the room, he just grumbled and did not really hate Big Daddy, perhaps because he clearly knew that Big Daddy loved him.
Just as I was thinking, I didn't expect the man in my sight to suddenly turn around and look at me with green eyes from afar.
Wen Cishu didn't have time to turn his eyes away.
During the several minutes of silent gaze, Wen Cishu had the absurd illusion that Bo Tingyuan was kissing him with his eyes, and subconsciously clenched the ring box in his palm.
Suddenly, he remembered something he had forgotten.
During their honeymoon, the two embraced each other in the hotel.
After Bo Tingyuan took off his glasses, he would stare at him for a long time with his mysterious, abyss-like green eyes as he kissed him over and over again, as if he wanted to see through his heart and his soul.
Without the obstruction of lenses, Wen Cishu could clearly see the desire and passion in his eyes.
"Where's Yiming?"
Bo Tingyuan had already walked up to him and asked about his son in a nonchalant manner.
He had already taken note of his rare grand and handsome outfit of the day, not even missing his slightly red ears.
Wen Cishu was stunned, as if the person in front of him and the person on his honeymoon ten years ago had merged into one.
He quickly pulled out and pointed casually: "Go change clothes, come downstairs soon."
Bo Tingyuan saw the ring box in his palm and asked casually, "Have you found the ring?"
Wen Cishu couldn't help but complain in his heart: What on earth are you pretending to be in front of me, a man you've been married to for ten years? !
He couldn't help but said with a chill, "Yes, Uncle Xu found it for me." He raised his eyes and said, "Next New Year, remember to give him a red envelope."
Bo Tingyuan: "Okay, I'll remember that."
He glanced at Wen Cishu's hands and saw that he was not wearing any rings, which showed that they were still in the ring box. "You're not going to wear it?"
Wen Cishu walked in while grinding his teeth: "Oh, then I'll go find Uncle Xu to put it on for me right away..."
Before he could finish, his wrist was grabbed and he leaned back.
His heart tightened and he looked up into his deep green eyes.
Bo Tingyuan's fingers pushed open his palm with great force and took out the ring.
Then, Wen Cishu saw him lower his eyes, hold up his hand, and slowly put the ring on his ring finger.
When I put on the hard metal material little by little, a slight electric current actually flowed through my skin.
Wen Cishu's fingertips curled slightly and were held tightly in Bo Tingyuan's palm.
From the living room, one could hear the little monkey happily looking for his father.
In the corridor, between light and shadow.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the handsome man and whispered, "Let's go."
Wen Cishu seemed to be possessed and followed him out...
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