Chapter 2
Second floor, bedroom.
Bo Tingyuan gently carried Wen Cishu to bed and carefully pulled the quilt over him.
His large, slender hands brushed through his thick black hair, and his gem-like dark green eyes behind the lenses stared at the red corners of Wen Cishu's eyes.
"Are you feeling heartache?"
Wen Cishu exhaled a long breath, "No."
While his heartbeat was steady, he froze and looked stunned as he recalled the description in the original book.
In the book, after Wen Cishu died of a heart attack, Bo Tingyuan, who already had some hidden illness, could not accept the fact and initially did not allow anyone to get close to his body.
Thanks to the strenuous efforts of Wen and Bo's parents, Wen Cishu's body was cremated according to the procedures.
That night, Bo Tingyuan took the lead and took the ashes back to the French estate where their wedding had been held. From then on, he stayed indoors and became a strange and sinister patient.
Even his own son Bo Yiming was turned away.
In the following two years, Bo Tingyuan suffered from severe dissociative disorder and lived all day long in the fantasy that Wen Cishu was still alive.
When he woke up one day, he dug a grave on the lawn of the manor, put down the coffin, and lay down in it holding the urn.
Bo Yiming had a premonition that something was going to happen that day, but he was one step too late and saw his father commit suicide by shooting himself.
Wen Cishu didn't dare to think about the tragic scenes, and his emotions were extremely depressed for a while.
He slowly raised his thin red eyelids, glanced at the person in front of him, confirmed that he was standing in front of him alive, and then fell down again.
The already obvious creases of the double eyelids became even deeper, like a Chinese folding fan, opening and closing as she looked around.
Bo Tingyuan sensed the subtle changes in his emotions, but had no idea why.
Wen Cishu opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know where to start.
They had lived together for ten years, but he actually didn't understand Bo Tingyuan.
There was always a thick layer of haze between the two of them.
In the past, he was always in a depressed mood and unable to think independently.
Now he knew why.
The original author only used a few words to describe the story of his father in a general way in order to portray Bo Yiming.
After all, they are a family of villains.
Readers don't want to know what they are all about.
As Wen Cishu lowered his eyes in thought, his long eyelashes cast a phoenix-tail-like shadow on his flawless white cheeks. His eyelids caused the shadow to tremble slightly, making him so beautiful that one would want to kiss him.
Bo Tingyuan noticed that he seemed particularly abnormal today, with a rare hint of "anger".
He took the initiative to ask: "What do you want to say?"
Wen Cishu looked into his dark green eyes, and felt a little embarrassed when she thought of how he still loved her to a degree that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
He quickly talked about the child: "I'm fine, go check on Yiming. His little bottom must be hurting."
Bo Tingyuan, who was standing, saw a red mark on the base of his porcelain-like ear.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes behind his glasses.
"I'll go down after the doctor has checked. Yiming is out of the question."
Wen Cishu listened to his Chinese, which was too standard, but the tone was very rigid and stiff, and his voice was deep and cold, like a stream of water under a deep pool.
Therefore, when Bo listened to Yuan Yi talking in the past, he always had the impression that he was unkind, cold, indifferent, and even impatient.
The key is that Bo Tingyuan never said anything.
Are you dumb?
But he turned a blind eye to Bo Tingyuan's careful care, like a blind man.
The so-called "marriage first, love later" is nothing but a "blind marriage".
Wen Cishu secretly complained:
Who wouldn’t say “what a perfect match” when hearing a dumb man and a blind man?
Bo Tingyuan saw that his brows were frowned, as if he had some unpredictable little emotion, and he couldn't help but frown as well.
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Outside the bedroom door.
A little monkey covered his buttocks in an exaggerated manner, leaned against the door, and whispered aggrievedly: "Grandma Zhong, is my little dad okay? Why haven't Uncle Chen and the others come yet?"
Uncle Chen is a Western doctor who often comes to our house, and he is accompanied by a Chinese medicine doctor named Lin.
The Bo family mansion is located in the city center. Within a radius of three to five kilometers there is the best heart hospital in the country and the Bo family private hospital.
It wouldn't be long before the doctor and his assistant rushed over from the hospital.
As soon as Bo Yiming finished speaking, two doctors arrived.
Uncle Xu stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, do you want to let Doctor Lin see you—"
Bo Yiming stared anxiously and signaled to keep it secret.
He just pushed the door open and said, "Uncle, please go and see my little dad. He...he fainted because of me."
On the big bed, Wen Cishu, who had recovered from his shock, said calmly, "Dad is not fainted."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming did not forget the pain in his butt. He avoided the big father, ran to the other side of the bed, and held the little father's hand.
Although the two doctors often came to the Bo family, every time they entered the bedroom and saw the frail but extremely handsome young man, they felt like they had entered another world, and their footsteps and voices would unconsciously become lighter.
Bo Tingyuan, who was sitting beside the bed, was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, with cold eyes, which gave the doctors a huge sense of oppression.
They gathered around Wen Cishu and examined him, first with a Western doctor listening to his stethoscope and then with a Chinese doctor taking his pulse.
Wen Cishu clearly described his symptoms of rapid heartbeat, blacking out and tinnitus.
He has been accustomed to seeing doctors since he was a child, and will take the initiative to inform them of any discomfort.
Bo Tingyuan also listened carefully without saying a word.
Both doctors said it was fine.
Doctor Lin said, "I told Mr. Wen last time that you can practice Tai Chi from time to time and walk around your home. It's good for your health."
In the past, Wen Cishu seemed to have a tendency to give up on himself and neglected to exercise.
Now he readily agreed: "Okay."
Almost everyone looked at his almond-shaped eyes, which showed a hint of vitality and radiance.
The two doctors looked at each other, quite surprised and excited.
Mr. Wen, who is not interested in anything, actually shows such a "life-oriented" attitude?
It is rare indeed.
Before leaving, Dr. Lin reminded: "Second Young Master, don't get angry on weekdays. If anything happens, try to take a deep breath and get through it calmly."
Wen Cishu nodded: "Today was an accident, it won't happen again in the future."
The doctor and others left the bedroom first.
There were only three people in the family left in the room.
Wen Cishu looked at the kid on his left.
He thought of the plot in the original book, and then thought about how the kid could endure the pain and care about him even after being beaten, and he felt even more heartbroken.
"Yiming, does your butt hurt?"
He tried to prop himself up, but was stopped by two people, one big and one small.
Bo Tingyuan gently pressed his shoulders and leaned back, his tone almost commanding: "Lie down, don't move."
Bo Yiming stroked the little father's slender arm: "Little butt is fine, little father, don't worry."
After being beaten, he thought for a long time and finally realized that if he entered the entertainment industry, what would be the point if his little dad was sick and he couldn't see him singing and dancing? !
certainly--
The little boy raised his eyes and took a sneak peek at his solemn and majestic father.
——He will definitely write about the spanking his big dad gave him in his diary at night!
Wen Cishu was deeply relieved to hear his well-behaved and sensible words, and asked, "Then you won't enter the entertainment industry?"
Bo Yiming pursed his lips, lowered his head silently under the gentle gaze of his little father, and hummed in a mosquito-like voice: "No, I still want to participate in the talent show."
Wen Cishu: "..."
Where does this stubborn gene come from?
Was it inherited from Bo Tingyuan?
Wen Cishu couldn't help but glance at the person beside the bed.
Before Bo Tingyuan could speak, Bo Yiming puffed up his pretty little face, cried out "wooo", threw himself into his father's arms, twisted around, and begged in a sticky voice: "Mommy~~Mommy~~"
When Bo Yiming first started learning to recognize people and speak, he couldn't tell the difference between his two fathers.
For a while, I called the long-haired and gentle little dad "Mommy".
When he grew up, Bo Yiming would occasionally act in a sweet and coquettish manner.
Wen Cishu's heart softened, but he saw an arm passing over his legs.
With his broad palm, he grabbed the kid's clothes on the back with great force and carried him out.
Bo Yiming used his hands and feet to twist his body to no avail. "Big Daddy, put me down!"
He is not short among his peers, but he cannot compare to his grandfather who is 1.9 meters tall.
Seeing that the big daddy was unmoved, the little guy's tactics were quite flexible. He immediately grabbed the big daddy's shirt and tried to act coquettishly: "Daddy~~"
However, acting coquettishly is ineffective.
Bo Yiming was carried out of the room.
Bo Tingyuan bent down, put his hand on the back of his head, and reminded him in a low voice: "I've told you many times not to call you little daddy like that."
"Oh..." Bo Yiming felt aggrieved and was about to cry.
But his little butt was aching slightly, so he had to nod. He wanted to emphasize the feasibility of the "entertainment industry project" again, but he saw the daddy retreat into the bedroom.
The door closed slowly.
Bo Yiming was so angry that he squatted on the ground, "Humph!"
——Obviously, the little dad was about to agree.
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In the room.
Wen Cishu saw Bo Tingyuan coming again, and could not tell what he was thinking from his calm face. He had no choice but to ask, "What draft do you agree for him to participate in?"
Bo Tingyuan's voice was calm and indifferent: "I will contact my mother tonight and arrange a boarding school in France. I will send him abroad the day after tomorrow."
"Ah?" Wen Cishu was so shocked that he stared at him with dilated pupils.
The tone of voice makes it sound as simple as throwing out a bag of garbage!
Is Bo Yiming a biological son?
The original book didn't mention anything about the real or fake young master being taken away by mistake, right?
Seeing his surprise, Bo Tingyuan bent down and stroked the hair that fell on the side of his face: "Don't worry, I won't let Yiming suffer abroad."
When Wen Cishu heard this, it seemed like a sure thing. No opposition allowed?
He blurted out subconsciously: "No. I don't want Yiming to go abroad now."
Who knows what will happen?
He should at least watch this child grow up, right?
Bo Tingyuan's dark eyes seemed like flowing glaciers, so cold that it was difficult for people to guess what he was thinking.
Wen Cishu stared at him, and was also stared at closely by him.
He was a little confused, but luckily he was quick-witted and explained, "The child is still so young, it's better to guide than to block, it's better to support than to oppose. Otherwise, we can screen him and see if there are any programs we can send him to try. Maybe... maybe after he tries it, he will give up when he realizes the difficulty."
After he finished speaking, his breathing became a little heavier.
Bo Tingyuan, however, seemed unmoved.
This reminded Wen Cishu of how he once wrote a feasibility analysis report in order to convince his parents to let him travel to France alone.
As a result, the parents remained silent for half an hour after watching it.
Looking at the man who remained silent, Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Didn’t they say that Bo Tingyuan “deeply loves” him?
You can't even agree to this?
Is the author of the original book lying?
Under the extremely powerful and cold pressure, Wen Cishu was afraid that he would object, and he insisted on sending the little guy to France.
His slender fingertips instinctively grabbed the cuffs of his black shirt, "Do you understand what I mean?" He blinked his almond-shaped eyes quickly and called out pleadingly, "Daddy?"
The corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, and her eyebrows and eyes are like silk threads that wrap around her.
After a few seconds, the protruding Adam's apple on the upper edge of Bo Tingyuan's shirt rolled down secretly, as if a faint "hmm" was uttered from his chest.
"I'll arrange it."
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