The reposted Weibo immediately lifted the spirits of fans concerned about An Wuyang’s well-being, pulling them out of their mixed emotions of frustration and distress, and into fits of laughter.
After all, just moments ago, Little Sweet suddenly deleted the Weibo post, and everyone could guess the reason: too many people criticized his handwriting in the comments.
Internet users have honed sharp tongues from spending too much time online.
For a moment, they didn’t realize that the object of their criticism, the newcomer, was just a teenager in his early teens, in the prime of his vanity and with a particularly strong sense of self-esteem.
Seeing so many people openly criticizing his handwriting, he must be upset.
The distressed fans collectively apologized in the comments of Little Sweet’s previous Weibo post: “I’m sorry! We were wrong, please don’t be angry 😭😭😭.”
An Wuyang was busy, but after he finished, he saw these comments, and a new Weibo post had already been published.
The difficult task of replying to 2000V’s comment to Ah Yu’s studio: “Not angry, I reposted a new one, you can go check it out.”
After he replied, everyone went crazy under his new Weibo post.
Netizen 1: I thought he was going to do something, turns out he went to file a complaint… 😂😂
Netizen 2: OMG! Hahaha, rolling on the floor laughing (Wait, did I just get fed dog food?!)
Netizen 3: Ahh, sending blessings together, Mr. Huo is so spoiled, I could ship this couple for ten thousand years!
Netizen 4: 🐶 Let you guys criticize all you want, the big boss has arrived, right?
…
Just two hours after An Wuyang posted the Weibo, the number of reposts exceeded ten thousand, which is quite remarkable for a non-celebrity artist who just “opened” his account.
The number of fans also increased visibly at a rapid pace.
An Wuyang is just an ordinary young man who married into a wealthy family, so why did he suddenly become popular? Without doing or saying anything special, someone specifically posted on Weibo seeking answers.
An Wuyang’s fans swarmed to reply to the post: “23333 because he’s sweet!”
Life is already so difficult, is it not okay to have a sweet dreamy little brother to fan over and smile at every day?
After reading the responses, the blogger actually found them somewhat reasonable.
So, the blogger also started following “Homework is so difficult 2000V” in English.’ on Weibo.
After completing the task assigned by his mother-in-law, An Wuyang set aside the matter of Weibo and continued with whatever else needed to be done.
This ‘whatever else’ referred to Huo Yunchuan working in the study while he sat nearby, studying diligently.
He studied until five o’clock in the afternoon. Huo Yunchuan, working at the next table, finished his work and got up to head to the gym to burn some energy. Before leaving, he glanced at An Wuyang: “I’m leaving.”
An Wuyang: “Hmm…,” continuing to study with his head down.
Huo Yunchuan said again: “I’m leaving for the gym.”
An Wuyang: “I got it.”
Seeing that An Wuyang didn’t even lift his head to look at him, Huo Yunchuan furrowed his brows in disappointment.
Then he turned and left, wearing the expressionless face number 1001, returned to the bedroom, and changed into his workout clothes.
He maintained the habit of exercising every day, especially after getting married. If he didn’t exhaust himself, he always felt like he wanted to exhaust his little angel.
After the study quieted down, the teenager who had been studying diligently suddenly looked up: “…” Seeing that the table next to him was empty, he started packing up his things.
Huo Yunchuan did push-ups with his head down, suddenly feeling an additional weight on his back.
He paused his arms for a moment, ensuring that the little angel was seated securely before continuing to maintain a speed of two ups and downs per second.
“You’re so amazing,” An Wuyang exclaimed enviously, admiring the other’s strong muscles, and pinching his own skinny arms where he couldn’t even find his biceps, sighing softly.
Mrs Huo came over to call her son and son-in-law for dinner, and upon seeing such a cute scene, she laughed happily and recorded it with her phone.
“Yangyang, Yunchuan, it’s time for dinner.”
Later, Zhang Ruoqi sent the gym video to her son.
CEO Huo received the video and only then realized that the little angel was laughing like a peach blossom on his back, so adorable…
He thought for two seconds and posted the video on Weibo.
Huo Yunchuan V: [Short video] July 15th wedding, welcoming my little baby.
After his marriage, he also gained followers, and the fans who followed An Wuyang also followed him by default.
After this Weibo was posted, the fans knew what official sugar release meant, and they were overwhelmed with sweetness.
“The short video is so sweet, so sweet, so sweet!”
“Huo Yunchuan’s figure, tsk tsk tsk, An Wuyang, how can you still have the mood to laugh foolishly, can you handle it?!”
“Oh my goodness! So envious!”
“23333 Upstairs is flirting around.”
“As an old fan who has been following Huo Yunchuan since long ago [wave], I can’t believe he’s actually showing affection, I’m losing my fan status.”
“Other people’s boyfriends have never disappointed us.”
“Other people’s boyfriends have never disappointed us +10086.”
An Wuyang saw his wedding date on Huo Yunchuan’s Weibo, happily reposted it, and replied: Is it July 15th? Got it, @Huo Yunchuan V: [Short video] July 15th wedding, welcoming my little baby.
Netizens were about to kneel down and sing “Conquest”: [laughing/crying] Didn’t you know before? @Homework is so difficult 2000V.
Homework is so difficult 2000V replied: I really didn’t know.
They didn’t discuss a specific date on Wednesday, they just said it would be soon.
The incision on An Wuyang’s abdomen had healed for over a month, nearly two months, but recently, it kept itching, and he wanted to scratch it with his hand.
Huo Yunchuan was afraid he might scratch too hard, so he directly grabbed his hands and held them while they slept.
“But, the wound is very itchy…” An Wuyang complained with a hint of tears.
Huo Yunchuan swallowed, freed one hand, and lightly rubbed around the wound with his fingertips.
An Wuyang: “Apply a little more pressure!”
“Quiet,” Huo Yunchuan said suppressing his anger. “Either I stop scratching for you, or you stop talking.”
An Wuyang wasn’t dull, so he immediately shut his mouth pretending to be dead.
He could hear the other’s heavy breathing, which made him even more unable to understand. They were both men after all…
Hearing An Wuyang’s muttering, Huo Yunchuan’s face turned black. “Comparing me with you?”
There was no comparison. The other had already had a child, and yet he acted like a fledgling.
An Wuyang realized he had inadvertently muttered: “Uh…” His fair face flushed with embarrassment, hastily adding, “I was praising you indirectly.”
“…” Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit better finally. “Still itchy?” He continued touching the other’s skin with his fingertips. He wasn’t a dead person down there after all.
“Still itchy…” An Wuyang whimpered.
Huo Yunchuan scratched the itch for the little angel all night, then got up to take a cold shower once the other fell asleep.
In the blink of an eye, it was June 15th, An Wuyang’s birthday.
Growing up in a family without birthday traditions, An Wuyang hardly remembered his own birthday.
He only remembered afterward, thinking, oh, the day before yesterday/the day before/last week was my birthday, that’s it.
Before the 15th, Mrs. Huo found Huo Yunchuan.
“The 15th is Yangyang’s birthday. How about we throw him a birthday banquet?”
After a brief consideration, Huo Yunchuan declined his mother’s kindness, shaking his head. “No need, he’ll feel embarrassed.”
Seeing that the person who understood An Wuyang the most was not himself, Mrs. Huo didn’t insist.
“Sending him a small cake would make him very happy…” Huo Yunchuan muttered, knowing well that the little thing was never one to indulge in luxury. Too much extravagance would only make him feel uncomfortable.
While An Wuyang was taking a nap, Huo Yunchuan found the chef in his own home and asked him to teach him how to make a small cake.
The chef was startled, “Y-Y-Young Master?”
He had been working in the Huo family for over ten years, and it was the first time he saw Huo Yunchuan approaching the kitchen.
“Hurry up and teach me how to make a delicious one,” Huo Yunchuan said.
“Alright, alright,” the chef dared not delay and immediately began instructing him.
A while later, Huo, covered in flour, had a sour expression on his face.
“Tsk, why would he like something so complicated and joyless?” But for the sake of making the other happy, he let it go.
The chef didn’t dare to say anything…
He just found it unbelievable that the young master, who had been indifferent and rebellious during his youth, would one day hold someone in the palm of his hand.
Huo Yunchuan spent a whole afternoon making four mini cream cakes for the little angel, each with strawberry, cherry, mango, and blueberry flavors.
He followed the chef’s advice, choosing cute decorative icing shapes and vibrant colored fruits… They looked sickeningly sweet.
“…” Huo Yunchuan himself disliked such sugary desserts, but this was the little angel’s birthday cake, so he carefully placed it in the refrigerator to chill.
An Wuyang spent today just like any other day, unaware that it was his birthday.
Until his friends sent him congratulatory messages.
—Bro, happy birthday!
Finally, the little angel found out that today was actually his birthday?
But the whole family was silent!
“…” Feeling emotional.
After checking the messages, An Wuyang went to his husband, snuggling up to him eagerly, and asked, “Do you know what day it is today?”
Huo Yunchuan glanced at him subtly, calmly asking, “What day is it?”
It seemed he really didn’t know.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at him subtly and replied calmly, “What day?”
It seemed he genuinely didn’t know.
An Wuyang somewhat gloomily informed him, “Today is Saturday.”
“So?” Huo Yunchuan looked at him, asking casually, “Do you want to go out and play?”
“No.” An Wuyang shook his head, denied, then walked away, feeling a bit dejected. He returned to his desk to listen to the audio player, which contained English readings recorded by Huo Yunchuan, incredibly pleasant to listen to.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at him and took the opportunity while he was earnestly listening to English to leave the study.
“…” An Wuyang quietly followed the audio player, the study filled with his clear and focused voice.
Suddenly, the overhead lights dimmed, and the melody of the birthday song played.
“Ah…” The young teenager turned back in surprise, seeing the candles and cake, his happiness soaring.
Huo Yunchuan: “Happy nineteenth birthday, An Wuyang.”
“Thank you…” An Wuyang stupidly took the cake, and upon seeing its small size, his mood inexplicably heightened, “Such a small cake, aren’t you going to share it with everyone?”
The little angel’s implied meaning was: “Are they all for me?”
Trying to earn some brownie points, Huo Yunchuan nodded at him: “Hmm, I made it myself.”
“Ah?” The little angel’s expression changed faster than the weather in June: “Can I still eat it?”
Huo: “…”
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