Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Little Junjun

 

After breakfast, Shen Yunxing got his son ready, and the family of three went to visit Chengcheng’s house.

 

Last night, he had already called Chengcheng’s mother. When she heard that her son could appear on TV with a movie star, she immediately agreed and even offered to treat their family of three to a meal, with her husband cooking personally.

 

Chengcheng’s father was a five-star chef who had even cooked for state banquets.

 

When Shen Yunxing’s family of three arrived, they could already smell the aroma of food before entering the house.

 

The adults could hold back, but the three-year-old baby Zhouzhou was almost drooling as he wrinkled his little nose.

 

“Auntie, your house smells so good~” The little one said sweetly with a smile.

 

“Come on in, your uncle has made delicious food for you.” Chengcheng’s mother enthusiastically invited them in. Looking at the two fathers standing side by side, she smiled so brightly that her eyes disappeared. “Don’t be polite, Xing’er, try it all.”

 

Yes, Chengcheng’s mother was a die-hard fan of the YunTing couple. Back then, when a netizen joked that if the two were a couple, they’d live-stream a handstand eating*, she had always wanted to @that netizen and make them honor the bet after YunTing was confirmed to be real.

 

However, Xing’er hadn’t announced it at the time, so she held back until now. When the show airs, she’ll finally get her revenge!

 

“Alright,” Shen Yunxing said with a smile, tasting a bear-shaped cookie made by Chengcheng’s father. He couldn’t help but praise, “It tastes great. Brother Liu truly lives up to being a state banquet-level chef.”

 

Chengcheng’s mother waved her hand. “Oh, that was ages ago. He brags about it to everyone. It’s been over a decade, and he still hasn’t had enough. He even takes out his medal every day to polish it and won’t let our son touch it.”

 

“Auntie, where’s Chengcheng?” Zhouzhou, who had just finished a cookie, finally looked up.

 

“Still sleeping,” Chengcheng’s mother replied helplessly. “Last night, I told him you were coming over, and he got so excited that he didn’t fall asleep until one or two in the morning.”

 

The little one giggled, covering his mouth as he said softly, “Chengcheng is just like Daddy, both big lazy bugs~”

 

“Zhouzhou.” Exposed by his son, Shen Yunxing blushed a little.

 

“Papa, Zhouzhou won’t say anymore~” The little one kissed his dad and, knowing that Chengcheng wasn’t awake yet, buried his head back into the cookies.

 

After Zhouzhou finished his second cookie, Chengcheng finally came downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

 

“Zhouzhou!” Four-year-old Chengcheng woke up instantly when he saw his new little friend.

 

“Chengcheng!” Zhouzhou tilted his head and called out.

 

“Zhouzhou!”

 

“Chengcheng!”

 

The three adults in the living room watched the two little ones greet each other back and forth endlessly and burst into laughter.

 

“Zhouzhou, come.” Chengcheng waved to his little friend.

 

Just as baby Zhouzhou was about to step forward with his short legs, he paused and looked back at his dads.

 

“It’s fine. Chengcheng picked out a bunch of toys yesterday, saying he wanted to play with his little brother. He’s inviting Zhouzhou to play with the toys upstairs,” Chengcheng’s mother explained. “Chengcheng, your little brother is too small to climb the stairs easily. Mommy will bring the toys downstairs for you to play with in the living room.”

 

“Okay!” Chengcheng was a good boy and obediently listened to his mother.

 

The two little ones held hands and bent over to play with LEGO in the play area.

 

Shen Yunxing looked at his son, his face filled with joy.

 

Their little Zhouzhou had always been in the “appearance club” since he was young. If someone wasn’t a handsome older brother, he would still respond to them, but only minimally. Inviting them to play was absolutely out of the question.

 

So, their son, now three, only had a few good playmates besides Junjun and Little Bamboo, who moved away half a year ago.

 

Now, with Chengcheng added to the list, the little one wouldn’t be so lonely.

 

At noon, the two families had a meal together, exchanging parenting tips. When they looked at the time, three hours had already passed.

 

Chengcheng’s father had something to do in the afternoon, so it wasn’t appropriate for the Shen family to stay longer. They said their goodbyes and left with Zhouzhou.

 

“Chengcheng, come play at Zhouzhou’s house!” Before leaving, the little one held his new friend’s hand reluctantly.

 

“Mommy, I want to sleep at Zhouzhou’s house!” Chengcheng tugged at his mother’s sleeve.

 

“You don’t want to visit Grandma’s house anymore? The puppy you’ve been asking for, Cuihua, is already waiting for you there.”

 

“Ah, Cuihua!” Chengcheng exclaimed excitedly.

 

On one side was the puppy he’d been longing for, and on the other was a little friend he could play with. Chengcheng frowned, deeply conflicted.

 

As Chengcheng’s mom tried to persuade him, baby Zhouzhou stepped up.

 

“It’s okay, Chengcheng. When you come back, I’ll visit you to play again!” The little one held his friend’s hand and kissed him on the cheek.

 

Chengcheng froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.

 

“Waaah—”

 

Zhouzhou was startled, taking a step back and almost falling over.

 

“Wuuwuu, Chengcheng was kissed! Chengcheng is going to have a baby with Zhouzhou! But Chengcheng doesn’t want to have a baby yet, waaah—” the little one cried as he spoke.

 

The adults couldn’t help but laugh.

 

Chengcheng’s mom squatted down to comfort him. “Chengcheng, you’re a boy. You won’t have babies. And just one kiss won’t make a baby.”

 

“Hic—” Little Chengcheng blinked in confusion.

 

Not only was Chengcheng stunned, but Zhouzhou also widened his eyes, looking as if he’d been struck by lightning.

 

“But Daddy and Mommy kissed, and then Chengcheng was born!” The little one hiccupped between sobs, tears clinging to his lashes.

 

Chengcheng’s mom: “Uh… how do I explain this to you?”

 

“Daddy…” Zhouzhou toddled over to his two fathers, tugging on Daddy’s pants, his little hands clutching tightly as he looked up, his eyes brimming with tears that fell in a steady stream.

 

“Baby, why are you crying too?” Shen Yunxing picked up the little one helplessly.

 

“Kisses don’t make babies, but Zhouzhou wants a cute little brother like Junjun, waaah—”

 

Don’t be fooled by Zhouzhou’s small size; when he cried, his voice was much louder than Chengcheng’s, who was a year older. The two children crying together was almost earth-shattering.

 

The four parents, their heads aching from the crying, decided to separate the two children temporarily to avoid disturbing others. They each took one child home to calm them down.

 

“Baby, you want a beautiful little brother, right? Daddy has a solution.” On the way home, Fu Tingzhou said, holding his son.

 

“Hic—” The little one hiccupped, holding tightly to his dad’s neck, and asked, “Really?”

 

“Of course, when has Daddy ever lied to you?” Fu Tingzhou leaned in and whispered in his son’s ear, “Let’s ask Papa to give you a little brother, okay?”

 

“Papa will have…”

 

“Shh—”

 

The little guy’s eyes widened instantly upon hearing the words. Just as he was about to shout, his dad stopped him.

 

“This is a secret between the two of us,” Fu Tingzhou said with a smile.

 

“Mm-hmm, a secret!”

 

The little guy finally stopped crying and spent the entire way home staring at his dad’s flat stomach.

 

Shen Yunxing felt creeped out by his son’s blunt gaze. Once they got home, he used the excuse of changing clothes to corner Mr. Fu against the wardrobe.

 

“Honesty leads to leniency, resistance leads to severity. Spill it—what did you say to our son on the way back?”

 

Fu Tingzhou chuckled, placed his hand on the young man’s waist, and with a little force, switched their positions, pinning the young man against the wardrobe instead.

 

“Zhouzhou wants a little brother,” Fu Tingzhou said, kissing the young man’s slightly pink lips with a smile.

 

Hearing this, Shen Yunxing’s cheeks gradually turned red until even his neck was tinged with a rosy hue.

 

“Baby, you…”

 

“Dad, Daddy, why aren’t you coming out yet?” The little guy banged on the door, sounding a bit angry. “Are you kissing again? You didn’t include Zhouzhou. Zhouzhou’s going to be mad!”

 

The crew hiding in the corner: This is gold! If this airs, the ratings will skyrocket!

 

Fu Tingzhou smiled helplessly. He kissed the young man on the ear, and the couple tidied their clothes before stepping out.

 

Zhouzhou stared at his dad’s mouth for a while after they came out. Not noticing anything unusual, he finally nodded in satisfaction.

 

“Daddy’s mouth isn’t swollen, so you didn’t kiss behind Zhouzhou’s back~”

 

Shen Yunxing: “…”

 

He turned to signal to the crew in the corner with his eyes.

 

Cut that out!

 

The crew: “…”

 

They immediately turned the camera away, pretending they hadn’t seen anything.

 

Shen Yunxing took a deep breath, regretting bringing his family along to this variety show.

 

“Daddy, Daddy, Zhouzhou’s sleepy.” After playing with his little friends for several hours, Zhouzhou rubbed his eyes and said.

 

“Daddy will take you for a nap.” Fu Tingzhou picked up the little guy and kissed his chubby cheeks.

 

The little guy stretched his plump little hands toward his dad. “Daddy, come too~”

 

“Alright,” Shen Yunxing replied indulgently.

 

The family of three napped until past six in the afternoon. When Shen Yunxing woke up, he found Mr. Fu was no longer beside him. After dressing, he left the bedroom and was about to head downstairs when the aroma of food hit him.

 

He quickly went to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of the man in an apron ladling soup.

 

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fu.”

 

Fu Tingzhou curled his lips into a smile, turned around, and kissed the young man’s lips just as he leaned in.

 

Shen Yunxing froze, instinctively glancing at the miniature camera overhead. Seeing it pointing elsewhere, he breathed a sigh of relief.

 

He actually really liked it when Mr. Fu kissed him, but the thought of it being broadcast nationwide made his face heat up.

 

“Go call our son down for dinner,” Fu Tingzhou said with a smile.

 

“Okay.”

 

Shen Yunxing nodded and went upstairs to fetch the groggy little guy.

 

Zhouzhou usually napped for over two hours, but he had only slept an hour today. Still drowsy, he rested his little head on his dad’s shoulder, blinking his big eyes sleepily. It took him a long while to fully wake up.

 

“Daddy, Zhouzhou wants meat.” The little guy hugged his dad’s neck and even swallowed after speaking.

 

Shen Yunxing was amused by his son’s behavior and pinched his nose with a smile. “Alright.”

 

After dinner, the little guy volunteered to wash the dishes. Shen Yunxing, worried, tried to follow him, but the little guy pushed him out of the kitchen, insisting he go watch cartoons with Daddy.

 

Shen Yunxing, half amused and half exasperated, could only monitor his son’s every move from the kitchen door to ensure his safety.

 

“Camera, do you know what this is?” The little guy stood on a stool, holding a dishcloth in his little hand and waving it in front of the camera by the sink.

 

Seeing the camera shake its head, Zhouzhou puffed up with pride.

 

“Stupid camera, this is a dishcloth~”

 

The little guy rolled up his sleeves and began rinsing the dishes in the sink.

 

A moment later, he pointed to the dishwasher nearby and asked, “Camera, do you know why I’m not using that machine?”

 

The camera shook its head again.

 

“I’ll tell you~” The little guy leaned closer to the lens and said in a babyish voice, “Because if I use it, Daddy and Daddy won’t praise Zhouzhou for being amazing!”

 

The crew behind the camera were almost doubled over with laughter.

 

Ten minutes later, the little guy came out after washing the dishes. When Shen Yunxing went in, he saw bowls and plates still floating in a layer of suds in the sink and water all over the floor. He closed his eyes for a moment.

 

“Baby, you’re amazing, helping Daddy with chores,” he said, turning to smile. “But it’s better to do less of this in the future. The sink is too high—if you fall, Daddy and Daddy will feel so bad.”

 

The little guy frowned, thought for a moment, then nodded his little head. “Okay, Zhouzhou won’t wash dishes anymore.”

 

Shen Yunxing smiled.

 

“Zhouzhou will help Daddy and Daddy mop the floor!”

 

Shen Yunxing: “…”

 

His smile froze.

 

“I’ll clean up. You take Zhouzhou for a bath,” Fu Tingzhou said, walking in.

 

“Alright.” Shen Yunxing nodded.

 

It wasn’t a good idea to clean up in front of their son, or the little guy would feel disappointed all day.

 

In the bathroom, the little guy, wrapped in his dad’s arms, stared at a camera aimed at him and covered his little clothes. “Daddy, the camera is spying on Zhouzhou!”

 

Shen Yunxing chuckled. “Daddy will turn off the camera and turn it back on after Zhouzhou finishes changing, okay?”

 

The little guy shook his head furiously. “No, Zhouzhou’s little body is only for Junjun to see, not anyone else!”

 

Seeing his son’s insistence, Shen Yunxing turned off the camera temporarily.

 

In the monitoring room, the crew sighed, “What a shame we couldn’t capture that. Such a missed opportunity.”

 

After the bath, the little guy was carried out wrapped in a small blanket.

 

“Daddy!” The little guy reached out his chubby hands for a hug as soon as he saw Fu Tingzhou.

 

Smiling, Fu Tingzhou took the little guy in his arms. After the couple coaxed their son to sleep in the children’s room, they finally had some alone time.

 

Shen Yunxing wanted to turn off the camera, but the production team refused, saying they wanted to capture the couple’s daily life because the audience loved it.

 

For the sake of ratings and their son’s milk money, Shen Yunxing relented.

 

In the movie room, Fu Tingzhou fiddled with the projector and asked, “What kind of movie do you want to watch?”

 

“Sci-fi.”

 

Fu Tingzhou smiled and nodded. He knew the young man had always been fond of sci-fi films. Although he had just asked, he was already searching for the latest sci-fi movies.

 

“Earth Rescue Plan, a new film by director Song Cheng.”

 

Shen Yunxing’s eyes lit up. “Let’s watch this one!”

 

“Alright.” Fu Tingzhou smiled indulgently, set up the projector, and returned to sit beside the young man.

 

Shen Yunxing’s eyes were glued to the movie and didn’t notice their growing closeness. Eventually, he ended up leaning directly into the man’s arms.

 

Fu Tingzhou hugged the young man and kissed his forehead contentedly.

 

The movie had only just begun when he lowered his head and kissed the top of the young man’s hair.

 

A few minutes later, he kissed his temple.

 

…

 

By the end of the movie, the cameraman hiding in the corner and skipping dinner had been stuffed full of “dog food.”

 

“The water’s ready in the bathtub. Go take a hot bath,” Fu Tingzhou whispered, kissing the young man’s ear.

 

Shen Yunxing nodded, lifted his head to kiss Mr. Fu’s chin, then got up and went to the bathroom.

 

As he was about to take off his clothes, he caught sight of the camera turning towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he froze.

 

He had forgotten they were recording a show!

 

Shen Yunxing frowned, racking his brain to recall if he and Mr. Fu had done anything inappropriate earlier, but all he could remember were scenes of Mr. Fu kissing him endlessly like a clingy fish!

 

Shen Yunxing plopped down on the little stool they used to bathe their child, utterly despairing.

 

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At 10 p.m., the “little eye” on surveillance duty “fell asleep.”

 

Lying in Fu Tingzhou’s arms, Shen Yunxing suddenly thought of Cheng Cheng.

 

“Darling, don’t you think our Zhou Zhou is too lonely?”

 

Fu Tingzhou kissed the young man’s hair. “Mm, Zhou Zhou said earlier that he wants a little brother.”

 

Shen Yunxing: “I meant that Zhou Zhou should start going to kindergarten. There are lots of children there, and he can make friends to play with.”

 

Fu Tingzhou nodded. “That’s true. Then, my dear, please do us the favor of giving him a little brother to go to school with him.”

 

Before Shen Yunxing could say another word, Mr. Fu pressed him down with a kiss.

 

“Mmph—”

 

Excuses! All just excuses!

 

…

 

The next day, Su Yin brought her son, Qin Yanjun—Jun Jun—for a visit.

 

When they arrived, Zhou Zhou was still asleep. One-and-a-half-year-old Jun Jun slipped down from his mother’s arms, steadied himself, and began climbing the stairs step by step while holding onto the railing.

 

“Jun Jun, let uncle carry you up, okay?” Shen Yunxing, following behind to keep him safe, said.

 

Jun Jun shook his head with a very serious expression.

 

“No.”

 

The little guy was only a year and a half old, his speech not yet fluent, but the stern look on his small face made him the spitting image of his father, Qin Jingchen, cold and aloof—an uncanny replica of a tiny CEO.

 

Shen Yunxing could already imagine the outpouring of “maternal love” once the show aired, with fans crying and waiting for little Jun Jun to grow up.

 

“Don’t worry about it. This kid takes after his dad—stubborn as a mule,” Su Yin said, lounging on the sofa and munching on sunflower seeds.

 

Shen Yunxing couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little guy, seeing how nonchalant his mother was.

 

“Jun Jun, if uncle doesn’t carry you, how about I hold your other hand and we walk together? That way, we can go faster, and you’ll get to see Zhou Zhou sooner.”

 

The little guy furrowed his brows in thought, then reached out his tiny hand, gripping two of Shen Yunxing’s fingers.

 

“Thank you, uncle,” Jun Jun said, his small face still solemn as he spoke in two-word bursts.

 

Because anything more than two words became difficult for him to articulate, sometimes causing him to stutter, his mom had teased him about it a few times. As a result, the little guy had developed the habit of speaking two words at a time.

 

“You’re welcome,” Shen Yunxing replied with a smile, thinking how adorable and well-behaved Jun Jun was. He couldn’t understand why Su Yin always badmouthed her son over the phone—Jun Jun was clearly a very good child.

 

If Su Yin knew what he was thinking, she would undoubtedly pull him aside for a three-day, three-night lecture.

 

Because this little guy was sneakily naughty. At just a year and a half, he already knew how to coax the neighbor’s three-year-old into buying him candy, eat it all, then deny it ever happened, refusing to share toys and making the other kid cry.

 

These sorts of things happened every few days. As his mother, Su Yin was more famous in the neighborhood than outside.

 

Even the neighbor’s pet dog would detour to avoid her son, a testament to how mischievous he was. Only his cherubic face could melt hearts. Every time she complained about his behavior, nobody believed her.

 

Like right now, her best friend didn’t believe her either.

 

Su Yin shrugged helplessly. “I give up.”

 

Meanwhile, Shen Yunxing, convinced Jun Jun was an angel, finally brought the two little ones together.

 

Jun Jun toddled over to the bed. Seeing that he couldn’t reach Zhou Zhou, he kicked off his little shoes and began climbing up with some difficulty.

 

When Zhou Zhou didn’t wake up, he planted a kiss on the little boy’s flushed, sleeping cheek.

 

“Zhou Zhou,” the little guy called softly. When there was no response, he kissed him again.

 

“Zhou Zhou,” still no response. Kiss again.

 

“Zhou Zhou,” smooch.

 

Shen Yunxing, watching for a while, couldn’t help but squint his eyes and laugh.

 

This little guy was so adorable. With such a tiny voice, there was no way he could wake Zhou Zhou, the little sleepyhead.

 

It wasn’t until much later that he realized Jun Jun hadn’t been trying to wake Zhou Zhou at all. He’d been saying: “Zhou Zhou, I missed you.”

 

After a while, little Qin Yanjun grew tired of calling out. He stretched out a hand to hold Zhou Zhou’s, rested his head against Zhou Zhou’s, and closed his eyes to sleep.

 

Shen Yunxing helped the two little ones cover themselves with a blanket, then left to help Mr. Fu prepare lunch.

 

“Chef Fu, what delicious dish are you making for me today?” Su Yin asked with a grin, leaning against the doorway.

 

“Vegetables,” Shen Yunxing teased. “Aren’t you on a diet? What else do you want?”

 

“I barely get to visit you, and you’re giving me vegetables?” Su Yin protested, munching on an apple. “What kind of friendship have we had all these years?”

 

Shen Yunxing glanced at her. “Why don’t you finish explaining the situation with the illustration first?”

 

“Um,” Su Yin pointed upstairs, “I’ll go check if the kids are awake.”

 

After speaking, she quickly turned and slipped away.

 

“It’s all your fault, these clumsy hands of mine. If you two hadn’t accidentally sent the wrong picture, how would Xing Zai have found out that I’m ‘Yun Ting Daqi Yong Budao’?” She slapped her hands, full of regret.

 

Ever since Xing Zai discovered her account, she had been too embarrassed to post her recent drawings. She had no choice but to start over and regain her former glory as “Daqi.”

 

Actually, not long after Shen Yunxing left the children’s room, the two little ones woke up one after another.

 

Baby Zhouzhou opened his eyes and saw Junjun lying beside him. His eyes widened with joy, and he wiggled his little bottom closer, planting kisses on Junjun’s cheeks several times. The last kiss landed directly on his mouth.

 

Junjun smacked his lips a couple of times and then woke up.

 

“Zhouzhou!” His voice was slightly louder than before.

 

“Yes, Junjun, you’re here!” Zhouzhou threw his arms around Junjun, who was half a head shorter than him, and gave him several more kisses on his face.

 

“Zhouzhou.” Junjun’s lips curled up into a smile.

 

This little one wasn’t really expressionless; he only smiled in front of people he liked very, very much.

 

“Junjun!” Zhouzhou hugged his little friend’s neck, grinning. “Chengcheng said that after kissing, you have to get married. Since Zhouzhou kissed Junjun, Zhouzhou and Junjun have to get married. That means Junjun is Zhouzhou’s wife!”

 

At just one and a half years old, Junjun didn’t understand much, but he knew what a wife was. Mama was Papa’s wife, so they could sleep in the same bed every day.

 

But Zhouzhou just said he was Junjun’s wife. Junjun was a little confused. If he was Zhouzhou’s wife, then who would be his wife?

 

Papa had said he would have his own wife in the future and couldn’t sleep in the same bed as someone else’s wife.

 

The little one turned to look at Zhouzhou lying beside him.

 

Right now, he was sleeping with Zhouzhou. So Zhouzhou was his wife!

 

Junjun’s eyes lit up.

 

He understood. He was Zhouzhou’s wife, and Zhouzhou was his wife too. This way, both he and Zhouzhou would have wives!

 

“Wife.” The little one turned over, held Zhouzhou’s chubby face, and gave him a kiss.

 

“No, no, Zhouzhou isn’t the wife. Junjun is the wife!” Zhouzhou frowned, correcting him. “Zhouzhou is older than Junjun, so I’m Gege. Gege gets to be the husband!”

 

“Look, Junjun, Papa is older than Mama, so he’s the husband. Junjun’s Papa is older than Junjun’s Mama, so he’s also the husband.” The little one held up a chubby finger, poking his forehead. “Zhouzhou is older than Junjun, so Zhouzhou is the husband, and Junjun is the wife~”

 

Junjun, with his limited comprehension, was confused. He stared at Zhouzhou, who was happily showing off his small white teeth, and nodded blankly.

 

“Mm, wife.” He pointed at himself, then at Zhouzhou. “Husband.”

 

“That’s right, that’s right~” Zhouzhou happily kissed Junjun again.

 

Su Yin pushed the door open and saw the two little ones cuddling together, kissing each other endlessly. They were even more affectionate than the couple in the kitchen downstairs.

 

“My little lazy bugs are awake,” she said, walking in with a smile.

 

“Auntie, hi~” Zhouzhou raised his little head and greeted her with a bright smile.

 

“Zhouzhou is such a good boy.” His soft little voice melted Su Yin’s heart.

 

Then she glanced at her own son. From the moment she entered, he had given her only one look before gluing his gaze to the other little one.

 

What a waste of raising him.

 

Su Yin sighed, “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.”

 

“Okay, Auntie, wait a moment. Zhouzhou hasn’t put on clothes yet~” Zhouzhou wrapped himself in a little blanket, looking shy.

 

The little one was only wearing a pair of small undies. Earlier, when Su Yin wasn’t there, he had been rolling around with Junjun without a care. But as soon as she came in, he wrapped himself up tightly.

 

“You don’t have to hide, Zhouzhou. Auntie has already seen it. When you were a month old, Auntie even changed your diapers,” Su Yin teased.

 

Zhouzhou blinked, stunned.

 

Besides his dads, grandparents, great-grandpa, Uncle Tangtang, Uncle Liuliu, the doctors who checked him, and the nurse who gave him an injection on his bottom, another person had seen him.

 

Junjun, my husband isn’t clean anymore, QAQ.

 

Su Yin looked at the little one’s bewildered expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“You’re still little, so it’s okay. But when you grow up, you can’t show yourself to others so casually.”

 

“When I grow up, can I only show myself to my wife?” Zhouzhou asked, tilting his little face.

 

“That’s right.” Su Yin reached out. “Junjun, come here. Mama will carry you down. You can wait for Gege at the bedside.”

 

Junjun shook his head. “No.”

 

He grabbed the bedsheet and climbed down himself.

 

Watching her son put on his little slippers and stand obediently to the side, Su Yin took a deep breath.

 

He’s my biological son, I can’t hit him, she silently reminded herself.

 

“Awake?”

 

Shen Yunxing came upstairs and saw the two children—one standing by the bed and the other lying on it. Su Yin seemed to be hesitating about whether to lift the blanket. Amused, he said, “I’ll take over. Su-jie, you take Junjun to wash his hands first. Zhouzhou and I will be down soon.”

 

“Alright.” Su Yin nodded and led her son away.

 

“Zhouzhou.”

 

“Zhouzhou will get dressed and come soon.” Su Yin sighed, “Why not just be Uncle Yunxing’s son? As soon as Zhouzhou appears, you don’t even want your mom anymore.”

 

Junjun’s face was serious. “Okay.”

 

Su Yin: “…”

 

In the bedroom, Shen Yunxing overheard the mother and son’s conversation and shook his head, laughing.

 

“Papa, Zhouzhou needs clothes.” The little one wriggled out of the blanket the moment Auntie left.

 

He was too little, and after a nap, had forgotten that “little eyes” might peek at him.

 

“Alright.” Shen Yunxing helped him get dressed.

 

As soon as his little feet hit the ground, he grabbed his dad’s hand, eager to head downstairs.

 

“Junjun!”

 

“Zhouzhou.”

 

Moments later, the two little ones reunited. Without being prompted, they held hands and waddled toward the dining room.

 

“Papa, Zhouzhou wants to sit with Junjun.” Zhouzhou looked up, signaling for his papa to place his chair next to Junjun’s.

 

Fu Tingzhou smiled. “Alright.”

 

After arranging the chairs side by side, the little one still felt they were too far apart. Stretching his chubby hands, he scooted them closer together.

 

Looking at the “double seat” in front of him, Zhouzhou nodded in satisfaction.

 

“Mama, shrimp.” Junjun pointed at the plate of shrimp once they started eating.

 

Overjoyed that her son finally asked for help, Su Yin peeled several large shrimp and placed them in his bowl. But when she turned around, she saw her good son transferring all the shrimp to Zhouzhou’s bowl!!

 

“Qin Yanjun! You’re giving the shrimp I worked so hard to peel to someone else? How can you be so shameless?”

 

Little Junjun was completely shameless. Not only did he give shrimp, but he also offered fish, removing the bones himself. He even shared his soup when Zhouzhou’s bowl was empty.

 

Every time he saw Zhouzhou’s big smile, his eyes sparkled even brighter.

 

Shen Yunxing found it amusing and kept adding more food to their plates to ensure they ate enough. Little Junjun happily finished everything.

 

Su Yin sighed in defeat. “This son is hopeless. Take him.”

 

“Sure!”

 

“Okay.”

 

The two little ones responded in unison.

 

Su Yin: “…”

 

What a cozy family of four. I’m just the extra one here →_→.