Then Huo Yunchuan rolled up the sleeves of his two shirts, revealing his sturdy wheat-colored arms halfway, palms supporting him on the carpeted floor, and lightly reminded, “I’m moving now, be careful not to fall.”
“Okay!” An Wuyang, reminded, responded with a rising tone.
You could see both excitement and a touch of embarrassment on his face, always a bit worried if he was going too far.
Would Huo Yunchuan get angry?
These kinds of minor emotions.
But regardless of An Wuyang’s thoughts, as soon as his mount began to move, he immediately cast aside his previous worries and happily spurred him on, saying, “Let’s go!”
Huo Yunchuan’s body trembled slightly: “…”
But the little angel on his back was not someone he could provoke. Apart from moving forward with a stern expression, there was nothing more he could do.
In his view, the little angel was just a child who hadn’t grown up yet, so occasionally indulging was understandable.
“After turning behind the table, there’s a large empty space there, and then… um, you can go around the bookshelf to the dining room, or head towards the bedroom? Both ways are fine,” An Wuyang suggested amiably.
Huo Yunchuan snorted lightly, “Shut up.”
Little angel: “Oh.”
Silent and obedient for a while, he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, so Dun Dun’s habit of turning in the wrong direction is inherited from you?” He was surprised.
“Keep bothering me and I’ll let you down,” threatened Huo Yunchuan, pausing to adjust the pace, turning around the table in the living room, with the next target being the bedroom door.
Currently, they lived in an apartment with over 180 square meters, a large four-bedroom space.
To take care of the children, the entire floor of the house was covered with a very thick carpet.
Having crawled through himself, An Wuyang’s knees didn’t hurt on the carpet, so he wasn’t worried about Huo Yunchuan’s knees.
After entering the bedroom, An Wuyang frowned and found that there were quite a few things in the room, and the space was not large enough. He quickly patted Huo Yunchuan’s shoulder and said, “Turn around, let’s go to the dining room.”
Huo Yunchuan coldly refused, “The journey’s over, we’re not going.”
An Wuyang: “Huh? It’s over so soon?”
Feeling dissatisfied, how far they had come from the living room, he hadn’t even warmed the seat of his buttocks, and he didn’t want to go down yet. “Shall we take another round? Or should I kiss you?” He said as he leaned down, puckering his lips playfully, tilting his head to kiss the older man, “mua!”
“Hmph.” The other person snorted and turned towards the door without principle, leaving the living room, following the same deadly route again: “Get down.” Back at the bedside, Huo Yunchuan said.
The little angel lingered on his back for a while, rolled onto the bed contentedly, curling up his slender body. He looked up at him with sparkling, smiling eyes, “Hehe.”
“Haha your head,” Huo Yunchuan retorted with a sideways glance.
He then methodically stood up from the carpet, brushed off non-existent dust from his trousers, realizing he was still wearing the shoes he hadn’t had time to change yet, and went out to switch them.
Next door in the nursery, Auntie Zhang held Dun Dun with a pacifier, seeing Huo Yunchuan come out alone through the crack in the door. She also opened her door, showing no signs of surprise on her face, “Mr. Huo, it’s time to cook. Could you please watch Dun Dun?”
Huo Yunchuan had just finished comforting one, hadn’t even had time to change his clothes yet, and was now stuffed full with his son again. It could be said that he was extremely busy.
There was no way around it. This was family life with marriage and children. There would be no more personal space, nor would there be a life of wine and roses.
“Mmm…” Dun Dun, one hand holding the pacifier, suddenly slapped President Dad’s face, twisting and turning in his arms.
Truly a child who was quiet at times and lively at others.
Huo Yunchuan initially didn’t react, but soon furrowed his brow. He opened his son’s palm to check if the skin was too tender and red.
After all, his face wasn’t as soft and smooth as An Wuyang’s, but rather had a rugged, masculine look.
Fortunately, the baby’s strength was limited, and Dun Dun wasn’t a crybaby.
After staying in the bedroom for a while, An Wuyang climbed up, walked briskly to the living room, and took Dun Dun into his arms, “Yunchuan, why don’t you go change clothes and rest for a bit.”
This sudden concern effectively soothed Huo Yunchuan’s “doing everything” old heart. “Hmm,” he responded with satisfaction, heading into the bedroom to stretch his arms and start undressing.
An Wuyang blinked behind him, not quite understanding why Huo Yunchuan looked so pleased.
Could it be that he enjoyed being a “horse and shrimp”?
Such strange thoughts were immediately dismissed from his mind.
Little Dun dun, quiet in the arms of his little father, saw his Michelin tire-like arm draped around An Wuyang’s neck, one hand gripping An Wuyang’s shirt, pacifier quietly sucking in his mouth.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep,” An Wuyang murmured softly, lifting his hand to rest his son’s head on his shoulder, gently swaying back and forth.
Dun Dun nestled in his arms, sucking on his pacifier, his eyes squinting as drowsiness began to set in.
“Mmm…” The little child rubbed his own face with his small hands, long eyelashes covering his tender face as he slowly drifted into sleep.
Ah, finally asleep.
An Wuyang sighed with relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
At a young age, with a son… No, a happy family, with filial piety between father and son.
Hmm… overall, everything was very good.
He was satisfied with his current situation, except for finding recent tasks a bit challenging.
With these thoughts in mind, An Wuyang gently placed Dun Dun in his crib and took out his backpack to start working on his assignments.
After some time, Huo Yunchuan had finished reading the book he had assigned him last time, and now needed to find time in the next few days to write a summary.
“Ah…” An Wuyang suddenly sighed, feeling anxious about his future.
Lottery tickets weren’t winning, and his hobby of crafting had been neglected. Baking books filled the shelves, gathering dust without him finding time to practice.
If things continued like this, An Wuyang’s dream of being a small business owner seemed very distant.
“Dun Dun fell asleep?” Huo Yunchuan appeared behind him.
“Yeah,” An Wuyang took off one earphone. “I’m doing homework, don’t disturb.”
Such indifferent attitude, it was hard to imagine he had just been mischievous a moment ago.
This was understandable, as An Wuyang had just been contemplating life.
Huo Yunchuan: “…”
The recent affairs at the company were also not easy. He glanced at the silhouette of the little angel and went to the study to handle business.
The two would only meet again at the dinner table.
“This is delicious, you’ve worked hard today,” An Wuyang, having finished contemplating life, had returned to his sweet and gentle demeanor, earnestly serving Huo Yunchuan.
Huo Yunchuan lowered his gaze to look at what was in the bowl.
Upon inspection, it was all parts that the little angel didn’t like to eat.
The next day, Huo Yunchuan didn’t leave the house during the day. However, in the afternoon, he received an important phone call and got dressed to leave again.
He encountered An Wuyang downstairs, and unexpectedly warmed his gaze, saying, “I have a social engagement tonight. You’ll have to eat dinner on your own.”
An Wuyang had just finished playing basketball, his hair still damp. He nodded, “Got it, bye.” With a wave, he happily went upstairs.
The reason for his haste was to quickly hug his own little chubby bundle.
Huo Yunchuan’s gaze followed An Wuyang’s figure, lingering for a moment before he remained silent, “…”
After all, he thought he could at least get a kiss or an intimate hug.
As it turned out, in An Wuyang’s heart, the most important person was still someone else’s husband—Dun Dun.
It must be said, An Wuyang was completely misunderstood.
Firstly, he didn’t move in for a kiss or hug because he was covered in sweat and didn’t want to dirty the other’s clean clothes. Secondly, Huo Yunchuan was clearly heading out for an important appointment, and only a fool would delay him.
That was An Wuyang’s perspective. However, the bigwig attending the engagement was unaware of this, so feeling somewhat uncertain, he went along with the flow and had a couple of drinks.
In the past, this would have been unthinkable, as Huo Yunchuan had quit smoking and drinking for quite some time now.
On one hand, it was for the sake of his wife and children, and on the other hand, it was for his own health… with such a big age gap, he couldn’t afford to die too early.
Realizing this suddenly, Huo Yunchuan declined all further attempts to persuade him to drink.
“You’re back?” An Wuyang was in the living room under a small light, curled up on the sofa listening to recordings, waiting for the man who had gone out to return.
Hearing movement at the door, he immediately set aside his phone and trotted over to greet him.
Like a house sprite, he helped with the shoes, took the coat, “Are you tired? Hungry? Do you want some noodles? I kneaded the dough and it’s in the kitchen…”
That was the best batch of dough An Wuyang had practiced several times.
Feeling a bit hungry himself, he couldn’t bear to eat first and wanted to wait for Huo Yunchuan to return so they could eat together.
“Okay.” CEO Huo returned home to a five-star welcome, feeling internally satisfied but maintaining a reserved demeanor outwardly. “You go ahead, I’ll come out after I shower.”
“Alright,” An Wuyang said. “But, did you have some alcohol?”
Curious, he suddenly tiptoed, getting closer to Huo Yunchuan’s lips, trying to ascertain, and indeed detected a strong smell of alcohol, the potency seemingly not low!
“Just had two drinks,” Huo CEO calmly replied, thinking that two drinks were no big deal. “Alright, you go ahead.” Passing by An Wuyang, he headed to the bedroom to rid himself of any lingering odor.
Being a neat freak, he was more sensitive to his own scent than anyone else and couldn’t stand even a moment of smelling of smoke or alcohol.
This wasn’t going to work.
That’s what An Wuyang thought.
Having a glass of wine occasionally was good for the body, he knew that much.
But the alcohol Huo Yunchuan had outside was clearly strong liquor, which not only brought no benefits but had many downsides. He would need to quit.
With this decision in mind, he went to Dun Dun’s room and took out a Peppa Pig plush toy, feeling very guilty as he apologized, “Sorry Dun Dun, Dad will buy you a new Peppa Pig tomorrow.”
“What are you doing?” Huo Yunchuan emerged with wet hair, sitting on the edge of the bed, drying his hair while interestedly observing the little angel playing with toys?
Quite amusing.
“…” An Wuyang remained calm, pulling out a bottle of liquor from behind and placing it near Peppa Pig, making it look like Peppa Pig was drinking.
Huo CEO: “…”
Here it comes, the generation gap strikes again.
“Drinking is not right.” An Wuyang suddenly put on a stern expression, snatched the unopened bottle from Peppa Pig’s hands, threw it aside, and then grabbed Peppa Pig by the neck, pressing down firmly. “You’re not allowed to drink!” With that, he raised his hand and began hitting the toy on the head. “I’ll beat you to death!”
Finally, he grabbed Peppa Pig by its whole body, holding its head with his left hand and its body with his right, and forcefully tore it apart, splitting it into two pieces!
The man watching nearby’s pupils contracted in shock.
“Alright.” An Wuyang breathed heavily, throwing the broken Peppa Pig onto Mr. Huo’s lap. “Please throw this into the trash for me.”
President Huo silently placed the towel he was using to dry his hair on the edge of the bed, staring at the remains of Peppa Pig in silence for a long time.
Author’s Note:
An Wuyang: (*^▽^*) I’m a cute little baby, gentle and happy~
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