Chapter 57
On the way home, Bo Yiming, leaning on his cane, sat between the two fathers in a dignified manner.
After eating the snail, he expressed his "tasting" opinion like a little adult: "I don't think it's particularly delicious."
Wen Cishu asked, "After the show is over, shall we go to France to eat?"
Bo Tingyuan glanced at him indifferently across from his nine-year-old son.
"Okay~ let grandma find a restaurant." Bo Yiming thought happily, then he remembered other important things.
"Little Daddy, I want to..." He glanced at Big Daddy on his right and lowered his voice, "I want to invite Brother Xingxing to the farm one day."
Secretary Wen Ci remembered that since the end of the first episode, he had been clamoring to invite children to his home to play.
Naturally, he had no reason to object, so he readily agreed: "Yes."
Bo Yiming, however, still looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Obviously, there are other requirements.
Wen Cishu took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong?"
Bo Yiming grabbed the hem of Little Daddy's shirt and tugged at it, "Little Daddy~"
Wen Cishu glanced at Bo Tingyuan who was on his son's right and encouraged him, "It's okay. Tell Dad about it."
Bo Yiming said in a muffled voice: "I want to go to the farm to play alone with my brother Xingxing, just the two of us..."
Wen Cishu didn't wait for him to finish and said, "But it seems unsafe."
Bo Yiming lowered his head and pinched the hem of his little father's clothes with two fingers and twisted them.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the little father's arm and rocked gently, looking up and mouthing, "mommy~~~"
On the other side, Bo Tingyuan asked: "Haven't you mentioned it to Xingxing's parents yet?"
The serious voice and sharp words made Bo Yiming shrink his neck, bury his face in his little father's arms, and uttered a muffled "hmm".
“Oh.”
He was hit on the little head and raised his hand to cover it.
Wen Cishu hurriedly touched the back of his son's head and signaled to Bo Tingyuan with his eyes: Knock gently!
Bo Tingyuan put his arm around his son's shoulders and asked him to sit up straight.
"Yiming, I have no objection to you and Xingxing going to the farm to play. But you are not yet adults, so it is not feasible for you to spend the night alone. If you want both sets of parents to agree, you need to discuss it carefully and come up with a safety plan that we can agree to."
Wen Cishu nodded quickly: "Yes, little dad agrees too."
When Bo Yiming heard that there was a play, he did not protest, but only asked: "Big Dad, I will discuss it with Xingxing. But...if you and Little Dad agree, can you help us talk to Xingxing's parents?"
The more he spoke, the less confident he became, and his voice became lower.
He felt that Big Dad had just completely guessed what he was thinking.
Wen Cishu said: "Yiming, if the plan is safe, Xingxing's parents will agree without us saying anything. Right?"
"Oh, right." Bo Yiming reacted, "Then I know."
He tilted his head and leaned towards the little father's arms, but the big father put his arm around his shoulders and led him to the right.
Hehehe~
He doesn't care, he's just going to get close~
Bo Tingyuan naturally would not hold his son by force. He just looked at his smug little look, as if he was about to reveal his true colors by shaking his head and tail.
Wen Cishu stroked his son's hair, lowered his eyes and thought quietly:
If the little monkey and the star can build a strong and deep relationship in their youth, even if they want to pursue the same person when they grow up, it won't end up in a fight to the death, right?
However, given the two children's such different personalities, how could they like the same person?
It was really hard for him to imagine the other person's situation.
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As soon as the car stopped in the parking area of the Bo family mansion, Bo Yiming muttered to himself that he wanted to call Xingxing to discuss a "new plan."
He followed Big Daddy out of the car from the right side.
After Wen Cishu came down from the left, he saw Bo Tingyuan coming around and trying to hug him.
Anyway, they were going home, so he rarely stretched out his hands to wrap around his broad shoulders and jumped up lightly.
Bo Tingyuan took it and held it tightly in his arms.
Beside the car, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Seeing this, Bo Yiming had eight hundred thoughts running through his mind:
When he was a child, my great-grandfather said “I won’t have any brothers or sisters”. Does it still count now?
It shouldn't happen if the young father is not in good health, right?
Of course, even if he really had younger brothers and sisters, he wouldn't mind. After all, a newborn baby is no bigger than a pillow, and if they try to snatch his bed, he can kick them away.
But the little cub will definitely stick to his little daddy, just like the youngest brother Xiaoqi in the show. He will snuggle in his little daddy's arms all the time. His little daddy is so gentle that he will definitely not want to let him go. So what should I do?
When Bo Yiming imagined his little father being hugged by another little cub who looked like him, his brain exploded instantly and he took back his initial "I don't mind".
“Ouch!”
He raised his cane and shouted in protest.
"Even if she looks exactly like me, you can't!"
"Ah?" Wen Cishu looked at him in surprise.
Bo Tingyuan asked: "Yiming, what are you talking about?"
Bo Yiming stopped talking and moved to the two fathers in small steps. "That's it...that's it...can you not have a brother or sister?"
Wen Cishu: “?”
What is this child thinking?
It must be because the two dads are always hugging each other, which causes the child to have wrong thoughts.
He quickly patted Bo Tingyuan's arm to let him go, but Bo Tingyuan did not let go. Instead, he tightened his arm.
Bo Tingyuan frowned and said, "Yiming, I told you that there will be no brothers or sisters."
Wen Cishu's gaze returned to his brows and saw that he seemed more majestic than ever, as if he was very disgusted with this topic.
Bo Yiming breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh."
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair: "Both dads love Yiming the most, Yiming, don't worry, okay?"
He pinched the little monkey's cheek and pulled it, "Smile a little, or Dad will be worried."
"Hee~" Bo Yiming nodded vigorously.
He turned and stepped inside, bouncing around and waving the cane in his hand.
Wen Cishu noticed that Bo Tingyuan seemed to be in a low mood, so he pointed at the lively young man's back and said softly, "Look at Yiming, isn't he like Sun Wukong with the golden cudgel?"
Just as he finished speaking, a large hand pressed on his back, and he leaned against Bo Tingyuan's chest.
He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck, rubbing the back of his neck with his palms, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Bo Tingyuan hugged him and took a deep breath at his temple: "It's okay."
He walked towards the mansion.
Wen Cishu guessed: To a certain extent, he was responsible for giving birth, and Bo Tingyuan was responsible for raising the child.
The tool couple in the original book have been confirmed.
He couldn't help but laugh, laughing at how life was like a play, so absurd.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Bo Tingyuan had stopped. "Um?"
Bo Tingyuan walked in again, and Wen Cishu slowly turned his head, his black pupils widened instantly: "Dad, Mom - Dad -"
Sitting on the U-shaped antique sofa in the living room were Wen Cishu's parents and Bo Tingyuan's father Li Yun.
What’s funny is that Wen Cishu’s parents held Bo Yiming on both sides and did not allow their grandson to run out to “report the news”.
Now, Wen Cishu shyly pushed Bo Tingyuan and asked him to let him down quickly.
He thought of the red marks on the side of his neck and hurriedly fiddled with his long hair on both sides to cover it up a little.
Bo Tingyuan took his time to hold him and sit on the sofa, facing the two elders whom he hadn't seen for a long time: "Long time no see, Mom and Dad."
Wen Cishu sat upright, tugged at his clothes, and forced out an awkward smile as if he was caught sneaking out to play during his school days.
"Mom and Dad, why didn't you tell us in advance that you were coming? We could have picked you up at the airport."
His father, Wen Minghui, took a serious look at his youngest son's complexion and judged that he should be in good health recently. Then he said sternly: "Cishu, you went out to record a TV program without telling us? Is this justifiable?"
After saying that, he looked at Bo Tingyuan and said, "Tingyuan, you are also responsible for this matter."
Wen Cishu explained, "Dad, you can't act like Tingyuan is my guardian. He has no responsibility. I only went out to record the show with Yiming because I was in good health. And I've been recording at home recently. I'm not tired at all."
Zhu Qianya said at the right time: "Yes, I felt uncomfortable while recording."
Wen Cishu: "..."
He was so overwhelmed that he could only stare at his youngest son in the middle.
Bo Yiming raised his hands in surrender: "Two grandfathers, one grandmother, and two fathers. I am a child. Can I not get involved in such an important topic?"
He broke down with a sad face, "I want to go to the bathroom! I'm nine years old, I can't pee in my pants!"
Wen Minghui and Zhu Qianya were reluctant to let their grandson suffer, so they quickly let him go: "Go quickly."
Wen Cishu saw his son rushing out and whispered, "Well, I also..."
"Please sit down."
Wen Minghui glared at him.
Wen Cishu sat down, and Bo Tingyuan pulled his hand over on the sofa and held it tightly.
Wen Minghui and Zhu Qianya are actually more worried than anything else.
The two of them came here immediately after they learned about the program yesterday.
The old couple was studying the program last night and felt that their son seemed to be in better health and his temperament had returned to normal.
Ever since he got married and became pregnant, the old couple noticed that he was in a bad mood, always liked to be alone, was gloomy and didn't like to talk, and his health was so poor that he needed to see a doctor.
If Bo Tingyuan hadn't been taking good care of him over the years, they would definitely have taken him back to raise him.
Overall, the old couple were not angry, they were just a little angry that their younger son did not tell them the truth.
Wen Cishu apologized honestly: "Mom and Dad, I was wrong not to talk about this on the phone. I know I was wrong."
Li Yun, who had been silent the whole time, gave his in-laws a way out at the right time: "I read that Ci Shu has been in good health recently, and the programs he participated in are also easy. Ting Yuan has also been taking care of him. I think the two of them will always have something to discuss."
Bo Tingyuan also said: "Mom and Dad, there is only one episode left of the show. After it ends, I will accompany Ci Shu to cultivate myself more."
Wen Minghui nodded, and the matter was over.
It was already late, and the old couple had rushed here from the south by plane. Bo Tingyuan asked Uncle Xu to arrange guest rooms for them to rest, and also let Li Yun stay at home.
"Where's Yiming? Let Yiming stay in our room tonight. We haven't talked for a long time." Wen Minghui said, "Li Yun, what do you think?"
"I have no objection." Li Yun smiled.
Wen Minghui and Li Yun knew each other when they were young, but they lived in the south and north respectively, so they didn't have much contact with each other.
We have only become close since we became relatives ten years ago.
When he stood up, Wen Cishu was afraid that Bo Tingyuan would hug him, so he glared at him, signaling him not to do anything rash.
He then realized that Bo Tingyuan was a gifted man who did things his own way without much regard for other people's opinions.
It just so happened that Li Yun said he had something to discuss with Bo Tingyuan, so the father and son went to the study on the first floor.
Wen Cishu sent his parents to the guest room, accompanied by Aunt Zhong.
He always felt that his parents were hesitant and wanted to teach him something.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the guest room, Wen Minghui looked at his son and said, "You were at home, and Tingyuan was carried around by you like this? How inappropriate is that? How many eyes are watching you?"
The sword of Damocles on Wen Cishu's neck suddenly fell.
Zhu Qianya couldn't stand it anymore and supported her son.
"Why are you so particular when you're old? You don't live here, so don't worry about things you can't see."
Aunt Zhong also said, "It's just a couple of steps, so what? It's only natural for our Second Young Master to lift him up to his head."
"Pfft..." Wen Cishu couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"You can still laugh?" Wen Minghui took off his coat and put it on the sofa.
Wen Cishu bit his lower lip and remained silent.
Wen Minghui then said, "Sister Zhong, you are the same. If Ci Shu didn't tell us about the recording of the show, then you should have said something. Fortunately, there are some younger people watching TV at home who recognized Ci Shu. Otherwise, what would have happened? You kept it a secret from us?"
Wen Cishu said, "Dad, it's not Aunt Zhong's fault."
Zhu Qianya looked at her healthy son and felt very happy. She smiled and joked, "Yes, this is all a matter of the dictionary. Old Wen, you are scolding your son."
Wen Cishu: "..."
Is she your biological mother? !
"Don't scold your little dad!" Bo Yiming ran in with a cane.
Wen Cishu suspected that he might have taken this thing into the bathroom just now.
Bo Yiming took the initiative to explain to his grandparents why he was on the show, and the two elderly people frowned when they heard it.
Before Wen Minghui could speak, Zhu Qianya took the lead and said, "Yiming, you have to study hard at your age, okay? Otherwise, grandma can live with you and accompany you to study?"
Bo Yiming was horrified: "...Thank you, grandma, it seems that I won't need it for the time being."
He knew that his grandmother was a French translator and was very serious and rigorous in her work. Studying under the watchful eyes of his grandmother was a burden that he could not bear.
Wen Cishu started off with a high tone: "It's too late. Mom and Dad, Yiming, you guys should have a good rest. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
He winked at his son, then stepped forward and left.
After the people left, Zhu Qianya whispered to Wen Minghui: "As long as your youngest son is healthy, don't lose your temper."
Bo Yiming pouted and said seriously, "Grandpa, are you angry with your little dad? That's very wrong. You don't have any red flowers today. Take them away."
Wen Minghui: “…”
Zhu Qianya smiled happily as she listened to those lovely words.
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Wen Cishu had just left the guest room and was passing the stairs when an arm pulled him over and hugged him tightly.
He looked up between familiar chests, "Hmm? What did your dad tell you?"
"Nothing." Bo Tingyuan bent down and picked him up, with undercurrents surging in his green eyes, not as calm as he appeared.
However, because of his parents' sudden visit, Wen Cishu did not notice this subtle change.
He turned his head guiltily and said, "Go, go."
When they reached the corridor on the second floor, he muttered and repeated what his father had just said.
"So, no hugging in front of mom and dad, do you hear me?"
Bo Tingyuan's eyes fell on his red neck and plump lips, then looked back at his brows, and responded calmly and restrainedly: "Yeah."
Wen Cishu also thought of what happened just now, touched it with his hand, and whispered to himself, "Isn't it obvious?"
Fortunately, my parents didn't see it, otherwise how could I explain it?
——Mom and Dad, I was bitten by a mosquito? Do you believe it?
“It’s already very light.”
Bo Tingyuan's tone was unusually calm. He pushed the door open with his legs, walked through the living room, and went straight into the bathroom.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu straightened up in his arms, holding his breath nervously, "You..."
There was no light in the bathroom, only the silvery moonlight.
Wen Cishu felt him hug him tightly before letting him fall to the ground.
Bo Tingyuan kissed him on the forehead and said slowly, "You wash up, I'll go take care of some work."
"oh."
Wen Cishu was surprised to find that his hand seemed to be about to clench his arm, but then quickly loosened it.
The blue veins on the back of the hand are too obvious.
What's wrong with him?
Wen Cishu was a little slow to react.
After everyone left, he paid attention to the sound of the sliding screen door and walked over quietly.
The screen was not completely closed, leaving a narrow gap.
There was no light in Bo Tingyuan's room, only a dark shadow cast by the wall lamp.
Wen Cishu was conflicted, but decided to take a step forward.
Through the narrow gap, he saw Bo Tingyuan turn on the floor lamp beside the table, quickly take something out of the drawer, then pick up the cup on the table and drink water.
As someone who needs to take medicine all year round, Wen Cishu knows it very well: Bo Tingyuan is taking medicine.
Wen Cishu was startled and did not dare to stay. He tiptoed back to the bathroom and leaned against the door anxiously.
What medicine?
The medicine for the hidden disease mentioned in the original book?
Wen Cishu's hand rested on the place where Bo Tingyuan's palm had just touched.
Could it be that the veins on the back of his hand just now, and the hesitation about whether to touch himself, meant that he was feeling very uncomfortable, so he hastily ended the conversation and went back to his room to take medicine?
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