Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 68

Of course, Fu Tingzhou didn’t believe him. He pressed the boy onto the bed, kissing him deeply, watching as a blush gradually spread over Shen Yunxing’s pale neck, his breathing becoming heavier.

…

The next day, Shen Yunxing woke up in Fu Tingzhou’s arms. The man’s warm hand, rough with calluses, rested on his rounded belly, while the other hand held him protectively.

Perhaps it was because both fathers were there, the baby, who usually woke up stretching and kicking, was unusually quiet.

Shen Yunxing, protecting his stomach, turned over. Lying on his side, he watched the still-sleeping man for a while, then lifted his head and gently kissed his lips.

The next moment, the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him snugly against Fu Tingzhou.

Fu Tingzhou kissed the top of the boy’s head. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” the boy replied, his cheeks flushed.

After breakfast, Shen Yunxing asked Director Zheng for an hour off. Reluctantly, he sent Fu Tingzhou off and then devoted all his energy to the shoot.

By mid-January, Shen Yunxing had completed his scenes.

Despite the hardships of nearly two months of filming, Director Zheng and the crew took great care of him. Not only did he not lose weight, but his cheeks also seemed slightly rounder.

Knowing that they wouldn’t see each other for a while after today, he had an extra drink at the wrap party.

“Director Qin has a good eye,” Director Zheng said, patting his shoulder at the end of the banquet.

“Yunxing, let’s play games together when you get back. We can invite Xiao Qiao too; I saw him playing this game the other day,” Su Yin said with a smile.

Qiao Shiyu kept a straight face, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Shen Yunxing nodded, waved to everyone, and got in the car to leave.

“Ah—”

As soon as he got in the car, he was pulled into a strong embrace. Startled, he looked at the stern-faced Fu Tingzhou and swallowed nervously.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have had that drink,” he said, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, admitting his mistake.

Fu Tingzhou pressed his thumb against the boy’s lips, which were redder than usual from the alcohol.

“Naughty children need to be punished,” he said in a low voice.

Shen Yunxing shrank his neck and nervously said, “Mr. Fu, please punish me. You can ban me from snacks for a week or from playing games for a week.”

Fu Tingzhou pretended not to understand his hints, remaining silent as he looked at the boy.

“Half a month?” Seeing that Mr. Fu still wasn’t satisfied, Shen Yunxing held up a finger, his expression pained. “A month?”

It couldn’t be longer than that. Not being able to eat snacks or play games for a month was already a heavy punishment for him.

But Mr. Fu still seemed dissatisfied. QAQ.

Not knowing what else to do, he clumsily kissed Mr. Fu, apologizing softly as he did so:

“Mr. Fu, I was wrong. Please don’t be angry. I promise I won’t touch a drop of alcohol again.”

“If you want to punish me, how about you hit me? I’m in great shape now; I can take it.” He said, taking Mr. Fu’s hand and placing it on his cheek.

Even as he said this, he knew Mr. Fu would never hit him. Mr. Fu was so good to him, so gentle. How could he hit him?

“Alright.”

“Mr. Fu?” He widened his eyes in shock, his deep brown eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Yunxing couldn’t stop thinking about Fu Tingzhou saying he was going to hit him. Even after the plane landed and they drove back to the Xinlan Villa, he was still in a daze.

“Go take a bath,” Fu Tingzhou handed him a set of new pajamas.

“Oh,” Shen Yunxing replied absentmindedly, taking them.

The bathroom had been covered with anti-slip mats by Mr. Fu. To prevent him from getting hurt, all the sharp corners were padded with thick sponges.

After his bath, wearing the perfectly fitting pajamas, he pushed open the door and saw Mr. Fu sitting on the sofa, working on a laptop. Hearing Shen Yunxing’s footsteps, Fu Tingzhou put down the laptop and beckoned him over, “Come here.”

Shen Yunxing pursed his lips, and seeing Mr. Fu’s expressionless face, he braced himself and walked over like a man going to his doom.

“Mr. Fu, you can hit me,” he said pitifully, standing in front of him, “But can you go easy on me? I’m afraid of the pain.”

Fu Tingzhou almost couldn’t hold back a smile, but he kept his face stern to make sure the boy learned his lesson. If it weren’t for Su Yin helping to watch over him, who knows how much more he would have drunk. The thought of something happening to him because of the alcohol made it impossible for Fu Tingzhou to stay calm.

Thinking this, he reached out to the boy.

Shen Yunxing obediently placed his hand in Fu Tingzhou’s, and when he was pulled into his lap, he thought Mr. Fu wasn’t angry anymore. His heart leapt with joy, and he smiled, letting Mr. Fu move him around until he was suddenly lying face down across Mr. Fu’s lap. Only then did he realize something was wrong.

Mr. Fu’s legs were positioned one under his chest and one under his legs, leaving his abdomen suspended in mid-air. This made him uneasy, and he squirmed a little.

“Mr. Fu?”

He didn’t understand what Mr. Fu was going to do until his pants were pulled down to his thighs and a sharp pain stung his buttocks with a loud “smack.” Only then did he realize what kind of punishment Mr. Fu meant.

Instantly, shame enveloped him.

“Smack—”

“Will you still dare to disobey and drink behind my back?”

Shen Yunxing bit his lip, remaining silent as tears welled up in his eyes.

When Fu Tingzhou didn’t hear a response, he raised his hand and spanked him again. Only when the boy’s bottom turned red and he began to tremble slightly did he find himself unable to bring his hand down again.

He pulled up the boy’s pants and lifted him, seeing his tear-streaked face, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, hurting terribly.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked, wiping the boy’s tears.

Mr. Fu’s gentle touch broke down the last of Shen Yunxing’s resolve. Unable to hold back any longer, he sobbed harder, wetting several tissues in no time.

“Y-yes, I know,” he hiccuped.

The boy cried so hard that it took Fu Tingzhou over half an hour to calm him down.

Shen Yunxing had been tired on the plane, and after crying, he soon fell asleep in Mr. Fu’s arms.

When he woke again, it was eight o’clock in the evening. Mr. Fu was not in the bedroom. Lying on the bed, he recalled the spanking two hours earlier, and his face turned beet red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

He had always been a well-behaved child. His parents and older brother had never so much as laid a finger on him, let alone spanked him.

But today, like a little kid, he had been spanked by Mr. Fu!

His bottom still tingled slightly with pain. He pulled the covers over his head and, filled with shame and anger, kicked his legs in frustration.