Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 59. 2

“No!” Shen Yunxing suddenly threw off the covers, his face turning even redder than a tomato.

“Mr. Fu, don’t hang up.” He grabbed his phone and spoke quickly.

“I’m not hanging up; I was just teasing you,” Mr. Fu said with a laugh. “I’ll hang up once you fall asleep.”

Shen Yunxing nodded and lay on his side, staring intently at the man on the screen. The smile on his lips stayed until he fell asleep.

“Good night, baby.” Mr. Fu whispered as he looked at the sweet sleeping face of the young man.

……

The next morning, Shen Yunxing opened his eyes and, seeing the man lying beside him, was still a bit in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and, realizing that the person in front of him wasn’t a dream, called out in surprise.

“Mr. Fu!”

He snuggled into the man’s embrace and nuzzled against his chest.

“Good morning, baby.” Mr. Fu smiled, stroking the young man’s short hair.

“Mr. Fu, get out of my son’s room!”

Outside the bedroom, Shen’s father yelled angrily.

Shen Yunxing’s brother, who had let Mr. Fu in, thought to himself: Damn it! I step out for a moment to use the bathroom, and you sneak into my brother’s room. You got caught, and now you’re dragging me down with you?

“Making a racket so early in the morning, don’t you fear the neighbors will report you for disturbing the peace?” Shen’s mother said from downstairs. “I told you to call the kids down for breakfast, just get them to come down and don’t meddle in anything else.”

The couple, dressed and coming out of the room, heard this and exchanged glances, both seeing amusement in each other’s eyes.

“Mr. Fu, it seems like Mrs. Shen’s hostility towards you has lessened,” Shen Yunxing whispered to Mr. Fu.

“What are you doing?!” Shen’s father glared at the two.

To act so intimate in front of him—did he have no temper?

“Dad, I’m really hungry. Let’s go downstairs for breakfast,” Shen Yunxing said, rubbing his stomach pitifully.

Thinking of his grandchild in Shen Yunxing’s belly, Shen’s father’s expression softened. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

“If you’re hungry, hurry up and come down. You’re grown up; you shouldn’t need to be called for every meal.”

“I’ll be right down.” Shen Yunxing smiled sweetly. “Dad, you go ahead. I’ll wash up and join you.”

Shen’s father nodded and walked down a few steps. Seeing that Mr. Fu was still standing by Shen Yunxing’s side and had no intention of leaving, he almost lost his temper.

“Mr. Fu, I’m going to wash up now,” Shen Yunxing said, looking at the man. “Do you want to wash your face with me?”

“Sure.”

The bathroom wasn’t very large, and with two people inside, it took up most of the space.

The couple stood side by side at the sink, their arms touching, and the reflection in the mirror showed them closely pressed together.

On the left, the young man had a hint of pink on his face, and his eyes were smiling.

On the right, the man’s lips were slightly upturned, his eyes filled with gentle affection.

“Mr. Fu, this towel is mine.” Shen Yunxing said, pointing to a towel with a bunny print while brushing his teeth. He was a bit embarrassed.

“It’s cute,” Mr. Fu teased with a smile. “Its red eyes look a lot like yours.”

“How could that be? How could normal human eyes look like a rabbit’s…?”

Suddenly, Shen Yunxing remembered that Mr. Fu had once said he cried like a little red-eyed rabbit on the night of their engagement, and they had just finished…

Shen Yunxing’s face turned even redder. He turned his head away from Mr. Fu, but still couldn’t resist sneaking glances at him. When caught, his face turned even hotter.

After washing up, just as they were about to leave, Shen Yunxing tugged on the hem of Mr. Fu’s shirt.

“Mr. Fu, morning kiss.” Shen Yunxing said, his cheeks still red. “I’ve already brushed my teeth.”

The young man’s soft and adorable demeanor made Mr. Fu’s heart flutter.

He took Shen Yunxing’s wrist and pulled him into an embrace, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the young man’s forehead. Then, under Shen Yunxing’s not-so-satisfied gaze, he kissed those slightly pursed lips.

 

“Mom, you don’t have to take special leave; Mr. Fu will take good care of me.”

 

“You know he’s the one taking care of you?” Shen’s mother could hardly stand it. How did she end up with such a clingy, coddled son? She never realized her youngest was so dependent.

 

“Xiao Fu manages such a big company. He’s already busy enough, and now he has to take care of you after work and even bring you to the office.” She gently poked her son’s forehead, sighing, “I think he must owe you from a past life and is here to repay the debt in this one.”

 

Shen Yunxing leaned back, laughing brightly as he covered his forehead. “Yes, and he’ll be repaying it for a lifetime.”

 

“You’re proud of that?” Shen’s mother couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“The baby can’t be like his daddy; one clingy person in the house is enough.” She patted her son’s belly.

 

Shen Yunxing nodded, thinking Shen’s mother made a good point.

 

In the afternoon, he went back to his room to take a nap for an hour.

 

When he woke up, he sent a message to Mr. Fu. After learning that he was in a meeting, he didn’t disturb him further and instead started studying his script while leaning against the headboard.

 

Around four o’clock, Shen’s mother came in with some fruit and found her son clutching his script, dozing off with drool almost dripping out. She smiled and shook her head. Just as she was about to enter, she heard the sound of the door opening at the entrance.

 

The person her son had been thinking about had come home.

 

She went downstairs and handed the things to Fu Tingzhou, pointing upstairs.

 

“He’s asleep. Go check on him.”

 

Fu Tingzhou nodded. “Okay, Mom.”

 

Shen’s mother glanced at him and calmly accepted the title of “Mom.”

 

Upstairs, Shen Yunxing was sleeping soundly with his script covering his face.

 

Fu Tingzhou came in, took the script away, and adjusted his position. Shen Yunxing didn’t wake up, instead hugging the blanket and sleeping even more soundly.

 

“Mr. Fu…” Shen Yunxing mumbled, rubbing his cheek against the pillow.

 

Fu Tingzhou chuckled, leaned down, and kissed the young man’s pink lips, which were slightly damp with saliva.

 

Just as he was about to get up, he saw the young man unconsciously licking his lips.

 

Feeling the soft touch, Fu Tingzhou’s pupils suddenly constricted.

 

He swallowed and said in a low, husky voice, “Baby, if you don’t open your eyes, I’m leaving.”

 

The young man’s eyelashes trembled.

 

Moments later, Shen Yunxing rubbed his eyes, “woke up,” and saw Mr. Fu looking at him with a smile. He blushed and said excitedly, “Mr. Fu, you’re back.”

 

“Mm.” Fu Tingzhou didn’t expose the young man’s pretense, asking gently, “Are you thirsty? Want some water?”

 

Hmm? This situation seemed a bit off. When the husband found his wife pretending to be asleep to seduce him, wasn’t he supposed to punish her thoroughly? That’s what the book he just read described!

 

Shen Yunxing’s heart itched like it was being scratched by a cat. He wanted to ask Mr. Fu why he didn’t continue kissing him.

 

But he was too shy. He could only nod, holding his water cup and secretly peeking at the man.

 

The young man’s big eyes darted around. Fu Tingzhou couldn’t help but pinch the nape of his neck.

 

“You little rascal,” he teased with a smile.

 

L-little rascal?

 

Shen Yunxing’s face turned beet red. He wanted to retort, but remembering how he had been the one to seduce Mr. Fu at Dream Island last time, he swallowed his words.

 

The young man lowered his head, revealing only his dark hair and a little round cowlick.

 

Fu Tingzhou found the young man’s shy demeanor adorable. He cupped his face, exerting a bit of pressure, causing the young man to pout. Smiling, he kissed him.

 

“Be good. Behave while we’re at my parents’ place. When we get home, I’ll indulge you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against the young man’s.

 

Indulge him? 

 

Shen Yunxing’s eyelashes fluttered, his mind replaying scenes from the explicit book he had read. His face turned an even deeper shade of red.

 

“Mr. Fu, I’m hungry.” He grabbed the man’s hand, trying to change the subject as his heart raced.

 

A moment later, after finishing the last piece of fruit, Shen Yunxing suddenly remembered that Mr. Fu had just referred to this place as “our parents’ house.”

 

Not “your parents,” but “our parents’ house”! 

 

“Mr. Fu, what did you just call Mrs. Shen?” he asked uncertainly.

 

Fu Tingzhou smiled. “What do you think?”

 

Shen Yunxing’s eyes widened, but he felt playful and squinted his eyes, deliberately saying, “Of course, mother-in-law!”

 

Fu Tingzhou chuckled, looking at the young man with indulgent affection as he laughed.

 

That night, Fu Tingzhou was allowed to stay at the Shen house, but he wasn’t permitted to share a room with Shen Yunxing.

 

Shen Yunxing was sent by his mother to sleep in his brother’s room.

 

At eleven o’clock, he lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. So, he grabbed his phone to bother Mr. Fu in the next room.

 

[Yunxing]: Mr. Fu, are you asleep?

 

After sending the message, he checked the time. It was only eleven; Mr. Fu probably wasn’t asleep yet.

 

Sure enough, the message was replied to immediately.

 

[Mr. Fu]: Why aren’t you asleep yet?

 

He smiled.

 

[Yunxing]: I can’t sleep [Cat Rolling Over.jpg]

 

Blushing at the cute cat emoji, he typed another line.

 

—Mr. Fu, wait for me!

 

There was a rustling sound in the room. He got out of bed quietly, tiptoed to the door, and scratched it like a cat.

 

Moments later, Shen Yunxing, who had successfully snuck into Mr. Fu’s bed, lay contentedly with his head resting on Mr. Fu’s arm and fell asleep.

 

Fu Tingzhou, smiling, kissed the young man’s delicate nose, held him, and closed his eyes to sleep.

 

……

 

The next day, Shen Yunxing woke up and found himself back in his brother’s room, stunned for a moment.

 

Did Mr. Fu carry him back?

 

He sniffed his clothes, still faintly scented with the man’s sandalwood cologne.

 

He grinned foolishly, hugging his pillow.

 

Author’s Note:

 

Shen Yunshu: I feel like a big fool →-→