University Stadium, 5 o’clock in the afternoon.
The Tennis Club and the Basketball Club each occupy the left and right sides, without interfering with each other.
The sound of tennis rackets hitting balls is occasionally drowned out by cheers from the neighboring basketball slam dunks. However, there are also moments when someone from the Tennis Club makes a stylish serve, completely capturing the attention of the spectators in the stands.
Of course, this person is not An Wuyang.
… In fact, he’s not even executing a very standard serve.
“Hey, there are a lot of girls taking pictures of you from behind,” panting Wen Ling, carrying his racket and sweating profusely, comes over and leans against the railing by the court, placing down his racket. He bends over to pick up his own mineral water, unscrews the cap, and takes a big sip.
An Wuyang is also taking a break, his sweaty cheeks flushed.
The white sweatband on his forehead is already soaked through.
He lifts the hem of his shirt to fan his face, and upon hearing Wen Ling’s words, he hesitates for a moment, turns his head to glance back, and indeed sees several classmates holding up their phones.
“I wasn’t lying to you, was I?” Wen Ling, understanding An Wuyang well, thinks he’s probably shy about it.
“Hi…” An Wuyang waves towards the stands.
“…,” Wen Ling is immediately caught off guard by his unexpected reaction, eyebrows raised in surprise.
The next second, he covers his ears with his palms and doesn’t remove them until a full minute later.
An Wuyang is stunned by this unexpectedly foresighted operation.
Then he slightly tilts his head in discomfort, glaring with his dark eyes at the neighboring court, with an expression clearly saying, ‘Why didn’t you remind me?’
Wen Ling laughs, “Enjoy yourself.” After finishing his water, he pats An Wuyang on the shoulder, picks up his racket, and walks away.
Wen Ling chuckled, “Enjoy yourself.” After drinking his fill of water, he patted An Wuyang on the shoulder, picked up his racket, and left.
An Wuyang also intended to leave, but as soon as he moved, the girls behind him excitedly shouted, “A-Zai! Look over here, let’s take a front-facing photo of you!”
His steps froze.
Wha… what a weird and quirky nickname?
With a face mixed with embarrassment and helplessness, the young tennis player blushed awkwardly and turned back.
The girls giggled again and raised their phones to take various pictures of him.
In the frozen frame on their phones, the dazzling sunset backlighting the sporty young man, gripping a tennis racket in one hand and slightly clenching his fist in the other, his face displaying a mix of embarrassment and friendly smile, looked even better than the sunset itself.
Capturing the moment was just a split second affair.
The little fairies were visibly pleased after snapping the photos. “Got it!” They spoke to An Wuyang in the gentlest tone they could muster, “Sweetie, go back to playing.”
“…”
Throughout the whole process, An Wuyang looked bewildered, “Oh.” Suddenly he asked, “Have you eaten?”
The girls opposite him also looked puzzled, “Huh? Not yet…” They had come straight here after class.
No…
After they replied, they realized belatedly, “!!!” The friendly greeting from Sweetie suddenly warmed their hearts deeply.
“Well then, go eat soon.” An Wuyang said, “I’m done with training and heading back.”
With that, he waved and left with a smile.
“…” The little fairies collectively took a deep breath, feeling like they’d been overwhelmed by cuteness… breathing felt a little difficult.
Suddenly, they all had the same thought: they envied Mr. Huo so much.
“Who took the best photo? Let’s edit it and share.” Enthused by their favorite healing-type little brother, the little fairies began sorting through the photos they had just taken.
“Should we send one to Old Huo?” a mischievous voice chimed in from the crowd.
This question silenced the entire room, the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense.
They seemed to have forgotten something important.
The group from University, recently warned face-to-face by Huo Yunchuan himself, had mostly regained their senses. Those who were once fans lurking at the school had mostly returned to normal, not paying much attention to An Wuyang anymore except for casual glances when passing by.
Only a few of the more persistent little fairies remained.
They liked An Wuyang too much, choosing to quietly observe without causing any crowd or sending gifts anymore.
Two weeks later, on a slightly chilly morning with autumn wind stirring, Huo Yunchuan stepped out of his house dressed in black formal attire. At the same time, his phone in his pocket rang—it was Secretary Chen calling. “Speak,” he answered.
“Sir,” Secretary Chen began, “Um, the regional head of XX Sports brand in Asia suddenly contacted us… They expressed interest in having Young Master An endorse their brand.”
Secretary Chen’s words brought Huo Yunchuan’s memory back to two weeks ago.
A photo of An Wuyang playing tennis on the court had gone viral online for a while, and somehow, the clothes, shoes, and even the sports headband he wore became highly recommended products.
Reportedly, they sold out.
This incident, reported by the media, also earned An Wuyang a new nickname — the “Prince of Sales”.
Huo Yunchuan furrowed his brows. “What makes him think I can’t support a wife and child?” He hadn’t reached the point where he needed to rely on endorsements for a living.
Secretary Chen, nervous, replied quickly, “Understood, sir. I will reject them immediately.”
To be honest, XX Sports brand was quite prestigious, and their endorsements were highly sought after. However, as the CEO had said, the Huo family was not yet in a position where they needed to rely on endorsements to make ends meet.
Unbeknownst to An Wuyang, he had inadvertently missed out on a chance to get rich overnight.
Meanwhile, it was now autumn, and chubby little Dun Dun was seven months old, just learning to sit steadily.
When An Wuyang had no classes, he would eagerly rush back home to personally teach his son how to crawl…
At that moment, Dad Huo left for work.
At the company, he wore a stern face as he confronted someone in the meeting room, “Gao Yan, what’s the matter with you? Is this the kind of basic mistake you should be making?”
Gao Yan was scolded like a grandson, unable to utter a word in response.
Indoor, everyone attending the meeting kept their heads down. They knew that when CEO Huo scolded Gao Yan, it was as if he were scolding all of them.
An Cheng sat among them, feeling tense and afraid to breathe.
As for this son-in-law, he truly feared…
Yet the neighbors around him covertly glanced at him, as if he had some way to stop the CEO from exploding.
*Smack!*
Huo Yunchuan threw the pile of documents in his hand onto the desk.
These papers were giving him a headache. “You’re all veterans of the company, I shouldn’t have to go over the basics. Reflect on this yourselves.”
After the meeting dispersed, An Cheng stood hesitantly outside the CEO’s office.
“Father-in-law?” Huo Yunchuan looked up, catching sight of An Cheng half exposed, and unexpectedly spoke.
An Cheng jumped in surprise. If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the first time his son-in-law had addressed him as “father-in-law,” making him very nervous.
“Hu… Yunchuan.” He smiled awkwardly and nervously stepped inside.
“Sit,” Huo Yunchuan said calmly, seeming rather in good spirits.
Something strange was going on?
“Alright.” An Cheng sat before his son-in-law and boss, nervously asking, “Are Wuyang and Dun Dun doing well lately?”
Mentioning the little angel at home caused CEO Huo’s stern face from earlier to soften suddenly. He replied, “They’re both doing well.”
An Cheng nodded, smiled with a hint of disappointment, and bravely continued, “That’s good to hear, I just wanted to ask.” He, a simple man, gathered courage and added, “It’s getting cold lately, make sure Wuyang takes care of himself. He used to catch colds easily when he was young…”
Huo Yunchuan nodded, “I will.”
An Cheng thought about it. With the Huo family looking after their second child, life must be much better than when he was at home before.
“Ah,” that would be great.
They were most worried about their second child, who would be living better than they could imagine.
At half past four in the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan finished his work for the day and wearily stepped through the door of his home.
The first sight he saw could only be described as very special.
His little and big one were arching their bottoms, crawling on the carpet with an abandon and dedication as if they were four-legged creatures.
Occasionally, he could hear crisp complaints…
“Dumb Dun Dun, when you lift your left hand, don’t lift your left foot,” An Wuyang lay on the carpet, correcting his son’s problem of turning left countless times, but he despairingly found that Dun Dun didn’t distinguish between left and right. “Ah…” He wanted to pull his hair apart every minute.
“Mm…” Dun Dun spotted a familiar figure in the hallway, his chubby body stopping for a second, then crawling forward with the enthusiasm of a machine.
From An Wuyang’s perspective, it seemed like he was seeing a moving little mountain…
Huo Yunchuan remained still in his original place, until Dun Dun’s little hand was about to touch his shoe, and only then did he stoop to lift Dun Dun up, silently kissing him.
“Didn’t you say you’d only kiss me?”
Seeing Papa Huo kiss the child, the little angel’s heart cracked into pieces and softly complained as he lay on the ground.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at him, then carried Dun Dun to his small bed.
After settling the little one, he came back to soothe the big one, saying “Get up.” The older man kicked the coddled little angel from on high.
“I don’t want to get up,” An Wuyang said, using his head as a pillow against Huo Yunchuan’s shoe.
Looking up, he horrifyingly discovered that from this angle, his husband still appeared tall, handsome, and exuding a hundred marks of marital charm.
“So what do you want then?” Huo Yunchuan raised an eyebrow, asking. If his subordinates saw him in this state, they would have trembled to clarify that they didn’t want anything.
“If you come down, I’ll tell you,” An Wuyang looked at him pleadingly.
After much coaxing, the mischievous youth finally got the other to roll up their pants and kneel down. Suddenly, with a sly, brief laugh, he turned over and climbed on the other’s back. “Drive! Pipi Xia, let’s go!”
In an instant, Huo Yunchuan was dubbed Pipi Xia: “…”
Once again deeply feeling that the generation gap was impossible to bridge, and never could be in this lifetime.
“You, can you move a bit…” An Wuyang muttered softly, clearly unsure if his husband, who was being bullied as Pipi Xia, would get angry.
Although he wanted to play with his wife, Huo Yunchuan couldn’t get over the mental hurdle, stiff as a dead shrimp: “…”, like a shrimp suffocating to death.
“Alright… I’ll come down then,” An Wuyang said, sounding a bit disappointed.
Huo Yunchuan sensed the little angel’s vexation and immediately furrowed his brows. “No need,” he stopped him, kneeling on the ground in his suit and shoes, removing his watch and setting it aside…
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