An Wuyang couldn’t believe it either. How did the other person know about his Weibo post right after he finished studying? And then complaining about his homework being too little—what more did they want?
Feeling a bit suffocated by his studies, the young man rolled his eyes in real life, but on Weibo, he behaved exceptionally well: [smiling] “I’ll go to sleep right away after watching Dundun.”
After sending the reply, he tossed his phone aside, slipped on his slippers, and headed to the next room.
Opening the door, he saw Dundun’s great-grandfather and grandmother both there, playing with Dudun, who was already making sounds, making them all smile.
An academic underachiever suddenly recalled a term: “Spoiling grandchildren with sweets.”
Wasn’t this exactly what it meant?
“Grandpa, Mom,” he called out.
“Finished studying?” The whole family knew this child was striving hard.
“Yeah,” An Wuyang approached. “Dundun, Dundun, Daddy’s here.”
The little one, upon hearing the familiar voice, turned his head and blew a bubble towards his father.
“Oh…” Dundun waved his little arms and chubby legs, clearly indicating he wanted An Wuyang to pick him up.
Anyway, the adults around all interpreted it this way, and suddenly felt a bit soft in their hearts, teasing the young boy, “Truly the own flesh and blood, only acknowledges you.”
Blood ties became more important as one grew older.
“Come here, let Daddy hold you.” An Wuyang took his little treasure from his grandmother’s arms and cradled him carefully.
Dundun stayed in his father’s embrace, his toothless mouth always smiling, looking festive no matter how you looked at it.
So later on, An Wuyang couldn’t figure out why that adorable child from childhood turned cooler as he grew older, seemingly unapproachable.
“Did Yunchuan go out today?” Old Mr. Huo muttered to himself. “Well, it’s already summer vacation, and everyone’s a bit busier in their respective fields.”
“I don’t care about him,” Madam Huo said, stroking her well-behaved grandson’s hand while her eyes were on An Wuyang. “Yunchuan knows his limits; he’s not the type of man who can’t control himself.”
An Wuyang nodded. “Exactly, he wouldn’t dare.”
Dun Dun’s Grandpa & Grandma: “…”
Since he had bored himself to death that day, after a while they each went back to their rooms to sleep.
“Dundun, you must love Daddy in the future and listen to Daddy,” An Wuyang, the last to leave, held his son who could only smile foolishly, repeating like a parrot.
Because he spoke so softly, even Aunt Zhang couldn’t hear what he was mumbling about.
“Ee-ya…”
She only saw the father and son’s heads bumping together, whispering to each other like they were having a secret meeting, which was quite amusing.
“Do you know what I told our son?” At 10 p.m., the other dad, who was busy all day, came back, ready for the little angel to stir up some plastic father-son drama again.
“Hmm?” Huo, while loosening his tie, with a serious yet warm gaze, directed all his attention to that smiling face. “What did you say?”
“I told him to listen to me, not you,” An Wuyang said.
Huo froze, his fingers loosening the tie. “…”, He felt there was a serious misunderstanding between him and the little angel. Did this kid take him as some kind of imaginary enemy?
What’s going on in that little brain of his!
“He’s just over two months old,” Huo Yunchuan said lightly. “Go to bed early, we have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Okay,” An Wuyang murmured softly.
Snuggled under the covers, he smiled like a cat that had stolen some cream.
Clearly, that man in his thirties couldn’t understand why he was so happy, but he was content.
The surroundings were very quiet, the bed was very comfortable, and with his eyes closed, it felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.
“Sigh.” An Wuyang turned over, breaking the illusion of calm.
He opened his eyes, held his pounding heart, and murmured, “There’s nothing to be so nervous about.”
It’s just a wedding.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.
“Not sleeping yet?” Huo Yunchuan emerged with a damp body, looking at An Wuyang’s bright eyes.
“Yeah,” An Wuyang said. “I… want to do something.”
“Something fun?” After experiencing a few accidents, Huo Yunchuan didn’t dare to speculate on what young people were thinking based on his age and experience.
An Wuyang rolled his eyes and shook his head without speaking.
“Not fun? Then go to sleep,” Huo Yunchuan said, lying down next to him and then turning off the light.
The sound of breathing seemed to magnify N times in the darkness, and nobody was asleep.
Another two minutes passed.
An Wuyang turned over and pressed against the long body next to him, immediately feeling a change in the other’s breathing rate.
This was expected.
He didn’t stop: “Do you want to?”
If An Wuyang were given a chance to regret, he would rather slap himself twice than do something so brainless!
The man teased suddenly said nothing, just flipped the boy over.
He liked this soft and tender body, knowing full well it would leave marks, yet unable to control his lingering desires.
“Hey…” An Wuyang’s face flushed red, contemplating how each of Huo Yunchuan’s actions towards him was utterly shameless.
Sometimes loquacious, sometimes unable to make a dent, tonight the man was unusually silent and resolute.
In this state of being teased to the brink of insanity, An Wuyang was lost and couldn’t distinguish north from south.
“…” Too embarrassing.
The intimate sensation of being close, it felt like not just the body but the soul was pierced…
Wait, what a mess!
Ah ah ah—
An Wuyang was drenched in sweat, tired and exhausted, wishing he could sleep for three days and nights straight, with no energy left to think about stressful issues.
So the purpose of decompression was achieved.
But the price paid was quite heavy.
The next day, the makeup artist trembled inexplicably as she worked on him, because the employer’s neck and behind the ears were covered in intriguing red marks.
The makeup artist thought to herself, this must be the consequence of intense battles…
An Wuyang woke up early feeling drowsy, and after drinking a cup of hot water, he became slightly more awake.
Yawning, he finally saw himself clearly in the mirror, looking like he had indulged too much.
And the makeup artist… was currently using concealer to cover up the love marks for him.
Today’s wedding only invited close friends and family, rejecting too many reporters from entering.
The An family had suffered from relatives’ meddling last time, so this time they only invited immediate relatives and ignored the rest.
The younger brother from his family came along with the parents, while only the sister was absent.
An Wuyang could fully understand, even if An Wuyu wanted to come, he would probably advise against it.
Because he understood in his heart, this wedding was just a formality, keeping everything simple.
“How do I look? Do I look particularly wilted?” An Wuyang looked around at everything reflecting his image, a little nervously asking the man beside him, “Do I have dark circles?”
Unfortunately, he overlooked one thing: Huo Yunchuan had been a straight man for thirty years.
“It’s pretty good,” the man glanced at him and said, “You look good.”
An Wuyang adjusted himself a bit, putting on his signature smile, instantly exuding a gentleman’s elegant demeanor.
“I’ll go ahead.” Huo Yunchuan raised his hand and patted An Wuyang’s shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you inside.”
“Sure.” The young man waved, his eyebrows raised. “Go on, I’ll come find you right away.”
The bride was supposed to carry a bouquet, but An Wuyang wasn’t a girl. He couldn’t carry the bouquet.
With empty hands, he stepped onto the thick, dark red carpet to the rhythm of the music, exuding an air of dignity and relaxation.
His long legs encased in the suit walked the brief journey without anyone accompanying him.
In front of the few cameras, the young man confidently walked with single-minded determination towards the man waiting at the end of the red carpet.
He looked at him, his eyes seeming to radiate light.
No, the photographer thought, it was as if the whole person was glowing.
The family from the bride’s side sitting at the table was also stunned, hardly recognizing the child they had known.
…It was quite a mix of emotions.
The Huo family members sitting with them, on the other hand, were filled with satisfaction. “Wuyang is getting better and better.”
Back then, Mr. and Mrs. Huo weren’t very satisfied.
“He has always been a good boy,” Mr. Huo defended, casting a subtle glance at the bride’s family.
The old man standing at the end of the red carpet, his narrow eyes fixed on the approaching young man.
In front of the media, he hardly ever revealed his emotions.
Huo Yunchuan has always been a man that the media both loves and hates. He neither cooperates nor refuses, nor does he express opinions, which makes him appear particularly disdainful.
Who would have thought that recently, the media had been relying on him and his family to make a living?
“I’m here,” An Wuyang said softly, pretending to be calm as he faced the other’s burning gaze. “Ahem…” He wore a confident smile mixed with a hint of shyness on his face.
He extended his hand.
The handsome man firmly grasped it and, in front of everyone, gallantly kissed his hand.
Only An Wuyang could see the look in his eyes, which was anything but gentlemanly, filled with blatant desire.
The onlookers applauded.
…
Outside the venue, before any pictures were leaked, fans anxiously awaited updates on Weibo.
“Today is my sweet yangyang and old Huo’s wedding. Can someone inside please share some pictures or scenes? Even if it’s just the scenery!”
“I remember last time there were even short videos leaked during the event. Why is it so quiet this time?”
“High school seniors attending summer school are waiting anxiously for resources.”
“High school senior plus one. I really want to see my sweet yangyang’s selfies. I’m still relying on him to survive!”
“For those inside, let me tell you, he’s ugly, dark, and vulgar. Not good-looking at all.”
A conspicuous negative comment stood out among the positive ones, glaringly obvious.
These comments, clearly aimed at tarnishing someone’s reputation, were quickly labeled as brainless criticism by the girls on summer break.
They replied, essentially trying to educate the commenter, advising against being a troll for a measly amount of money.
However, inadvertently, the negative comment was turned into a hot topic.
“This Weibo doesn’t seem like a troll account. It’s possible that they’re really inside the venue. How disgusting! Why would they invite such a person to the wedding?”
“If the person spreading negativity is really from inside, Huo should take care of it. Let him investigate!”
Everyone rushed to shift the conversation and flood Weibo with posts.
“#Huo, stand up for your husband#. Your husband is being targeted with malicious comments. Are you going to do something about it?”
The reposts and comments skyrocketed, propelling it directly to the top of the trending topics.
