It’s important to note that the people coming to An Wuyang’s Weibo to check on updates aren’t just his fans; there are also Huo Yunchuan’s fans who only like Huo Yunchuan.
In other words, these fans are indifferent to An Wuyang and to Huo Yunchuan’s son.
Public figures with partners generally have a way to balance the interests of their partner’s fans and their own. Even if they’re unhappy that fans fantasize about their partner right under their nose, for the sake of their image, they can only force a smile.
However, An Wuyang isn’t an entertainer or a celebrity; he’s just a student from a wealthy family who doesn’t need to rely on traffic and fans for a living. Naturally, he can express his feelings openly without hesitation.
Fan: Hahaha, so satisfying! I couldn’t stand those XXs for a long time; they have no sense of propriety commenting like that under your Weibo.
Fan: Little Sweetie is getting jealous; wow, I can already sense that Old Huo is going to be so happy.
There were countless comments like this.
Many of An Wuyang’s fans supported his actions and envied him a bit. Their Little Sweetie truly loves Old Huo; it’s adorable how jealous he gets.
Huo Yunchuan’s fans: Are you being too serious? If you can’t handle this, why even post on Weibo?
Before An Wuyang could personally respond to her, a group of Sweet fans jumped in: Are you serious? Our Yangyang is still a kid; what’s wrong with getting a bit jealous over his husband? Isn’t that cute?
Huo Yunchuan’s fans were left questioning their lives.
After all, young girls who like charming mature men don’t understand the mindset of these “mother fans.” Why would they choose to support a high-status, wealthy guy and not a little puppy that hasn’t even fully grown yet?
It just doesn’t make sense.
A few hours later, Huo Yunchuan finally saw An Wuyang’s Weibo post mentioning him.
“……” This little angel was back to giving himself a pep talk.
After reading the two updates several times with a serious expression, Huo Yunchuan thought to himself.
Then he moved his fingers, joyfully retweeted both posts. Even without saying anything, his love was clear through his actions.
When fans saw Huo’s retweets, they inexplicably felt a wave of sweetness.
Since they publicly acknowledged their relationship, among all the ups and downs in the circle, only these two—same-sex partners with a significant age difference—who were not expected to last from the start, had steadily made it to today.
Their fans felt incredibly happy following them.
Though neither Little Sweetie nor Old Boss Huo usually posts much on Weibo.
After all, one is busy with studies and reportedly has so much homework that he can’t keep up, which is a bit distressing; the other is busy with work, managing the entire Huo family while also taking care of their child, leaving no time to post on Weibo.
Little Sweetie’s occasional updates clearly show that he and his partner are living a sweet and happy life.
In this way, everyone felt reassured.
As for those who spread rumors about an inevitable breakup, initially, there would be a heated exchange of words.
Now, however, they were too lazy to bother with them.
The interactions on Weibo clearly showed how well the couple was doing, but some people insisted on predicting a breakup. Fans could only silently hope that Little Sweetie would update Weibo more frequently.
As for Mr. Huo, who rarely updates his blog, no one expected him to suddenly become an avid poster.
They just hoped he would continue to take good care of his wife in daily life, making sure they saw the sunny and happy Little Sweetie. That was enough.
Life seemed to go smoothly.
An Wuyang didn’t have many complex thoughts; he just hoped that the people he cared about were safe and happy, and that he could continue to learn, improve, and follow his plans steadfastly.
Noticing that those around him were also working hard and making their lives better, he felt content.
In the clear June weather this year, Lawyer Chen, who had been in a relationship, and his well-matched lawyer girlfriend held their wedding.
Soon after, they announced the exciting news of expecting a baby, which shocked their small circle.
At that time, Jiang Shaofei and Ji Mingjie, despite their tough exteriors, were likely filled with longing for their happy families.
An Wuyang’s younger brother’s admission exam results were worth mentioning too. He achieved an outstanding score that was hard for An Wuyang, as an older brother, to even aspire to.
However, the academically struggling youth no longer felt any pressure facing his brother’s stellar results. He genuinely felt happy and proud of his brother.
Because An Wuyang often mentioned his younger brother’s top rank in the X school entrance exam, Huo Yunchuan also took note and personally called to offer a few words of encouragement.
An Wuyang’s younger brother had matured a lot in the past two years, not just in height and youthful appearance, but also in his thinking.
When the older brother’s domineering partner called him, he remained quite calm. After listening to the advice, he turned around and reminded, “Take good care of my older brother and nephew.”
Huo Yunchuan thought that this younger brother was quite interesting.
Later, he heard that his sister An Wuyu had successfully graduated and decided to stay in the U.S. for work. An Wuyang was also happy for her as she realized her dream.
He occasionally thought about how their parents, who had devoted most of their lives to his sister, would ultimately have to accept the reality of being far apart from her.
An Wuyang, who had somewhat traditional values, longed for a warm and harmonious family life. He always felt that being together as a family was the happiest way to live.
Perhaps this was the difference between him and his sister.
There was no right or wrong, just different directions.
At thirteen months old, Dun Dun finally learned to call “Daddy.” Before that, Mr. Huo, who was worried about his son’s intelligence, had privately called him “Daddy” countless times.
The other father, who didn’t know the truth, was extremely pleased and thought his son was very smart. He believed that as he grew up, Dun Dun would become a brilliant student like his big dad.
Of course, this was just an aspiration.
Even if Dun Dun becomes an academic failure in the future, An Wuyang would love him unconditionally.
Warm and harmonious days passed year after year. Now it was early summer again, with the sun blazing.
The young master of the Huo family, who wasn’t exactly slender even after changing out of thick clothes and into summer wear, cleverly and vividly mimicked a duck for his great-grandfather: “This is how a duck walks, quack, quack, quack.”
His young dad, sitting nearby and eating sunflower seeds, disdainfully corrected him, “Is that a duck? It’s clearly a frog.”
At four years old, Huo An, who resembled Huo Yunchuan, had started kindergarten last year. He had interacted with other children and found them not only childish and prone to crying but also foolish.
He had come to realize that he was a mature child, different from others.
“So how does a duck walk?” Huo An asked, with his little face set in a determined expression as he looked at his young dad.
The soon-to-be university graduate brushed off the sunflower seed shells from his hands, stood up in front of his grandfather and son, and demonstrated, “Watch carefully, this is how a duck walks, with its feet turned out.” He also added, “A duck doesn’t go ‘quack, quack,’ it goes ‘gag, gag, gag.’”
Huo An nodded, his eyes full of admiration for his young dad who was learning to be a duck. He thought his young dad was really cute.
He was a hundred times cuter than the strict big dad, but he loved both his dads, just preferred being affectionate with his young dad.
“I got it,” he said. “Tomorrow, when I hand in my homework, I can tell the teacher that I observed ducks carefully.”
The young man teaching the child to imitate ducks was An Wuyang. At twenty-three, he looked much the same as he did three years ago, though his demeanor had matured somewhat.
“Haha,” Old Grandpa Huo laughed heartily, his vitality evident. Over the past three years, he had remained in excellent health.
He was very happy to see Dun Dun growing up and attending kindergarten. It would be even better if he could continue to watch Dun Dun grow.
Now, on a Sunday afternoon, as per their usual routine, they were about to leave the Huo residence and return to their downtown apartment.
In the quiet corridor, a pair of black leather shoes walked slowly over the thick carpet to the grandfather’s tea room, opening the ajar door.
An Wuyang glanced over at the door and saw the tall and stern-looking man standing there.
Their eyes met briefly in the air before continuing with their respective tasks.
“Grandpa,” the visitor, Huo Yunchuan, said, “We’re getting ready to leave.”
“So soon?” Old Master Huo looked reluctantly at his great-grandson and An Wuyang. “Wuyang, have you eaten enough?”
In the grandfather’s tea room, the young man who had been eating snacks and tea felt quite embarrassed and wiped his mouth. “Yes, I’m full.” He then took another sip of tea.
“Use this,” little adult Huo An said, handing a wet wipe to his young dad.
The young man, accustomed to his child’s gentlemanly manners, took the wet wipe with natural ease. “Thank you.” He wiped his mouth and then, hearing his child bidding farewell to his great-grandfather, turned around. “Grandpa, we’ll be leaving now. We’ll come back to visit you next week.”
Old Master Huo said, “Go on, go on. Ah, Dun Dun,” he said, “take good care of your little dad with your father, okay?”
The old man’s heart was full of private schemes.
“Okay.” Huo An replied seriously. After watching An Wuyang stand up and tidy his clothes, he walked over to hold his hand and leave his great-grandfather’s house together.
That’s right; in little Huo An’s mind, this was his great-grandfather’s house.
His home, however, was the “little” house next to the business school, where he lived with his big dad, little dad, and two aunts.
“We haven’t said goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma yet,” little Huo An said.
“Aren’t we going to find them now?” An Wuyang replied.
“Then will you carry me?” The chubby Dun Dun coquettishly tilted his head and asked seriously.
“…Dad wants to carry you too,” the young man said, “but I can’t lift you.”
Huo An felt a bit disappointed. Ever since he turned three, his little dad couldn’t carry him anymore. He thought he would just wait until later; big dad said boys would grow slimmer as they got older.
Not receiving any pampering from his little dad, the boy turned to Huo Yunchuan and whined, “Dad.”
The man following behind the two little angels silently picked up his son; carrying the forty-pound child felt like a breeze.
Huo An stayed in Huo Yunchuan’s arms, and when they saw Grandpa and Grandma, Huo Yunchuan set him down so he could say goodbye by himself.
The grandparents adored their grandson, and every time Dun Dun was about to leave, they would hug him and tease him until they felt satisfied before letting him go.
“Alright, Go home with your dads. Come over early next week; Grandpa and Grandma will miss you.” The reluctant grandparents kissed Dun Dun on the forehead and smiled.
Over the past few years, Huo Xiao and Madam Huo hadn’t changed much. They still enjoyed a quiet life, occasionally going out to travel and always participating in charity events.
Perhaps because of Dun Dun, they were even more attentive to children’s lives than before.
On Monday morning, Huo Yunchuan and An Wuyang got up early to take Dun Dun to school together.
Everyone knew that kindergarten students woke up earlier than the birds.
After sending their son off, An Wuyang returned to the car, looking as if he was about to fall asleep on the spot. He muttered, “I thought high school was the darkest three years, but I didn’t expect kindergarten to be the darkest…”
He just didn’t remember waking up earlier than the birds during that time due to his poor memory as a child.
Huo Yunchuan heard this and reached out to him, saying, “Want to go home to sleep or sleep at my company?”
Recently, An Wuyang had started writing his graduation thesis and hardly went to school anymore.
The young man, with a relaxed expression, took the hand resting on top of his head and kissed his partner’s fingers, saying, “Let’s go to your company; I’ll sleep with you.”
Huo Yunchuan smiled. The man in his thirties looked like a young man in love, with light still shining in his eyes.
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