Wrapped in the quilt, Zheng Yan Che stared blankly at the roomful of people, utterly defeated.
"..."
In fact, the moment he opened his eyes, Wen Fuqing had politely turned away. Only Alice sat beside the bed, smiling gently at him.
"Hello, beautiful baby!"
People abroad were more open-minded and took nudity in stride, thinking nothing of it.
But Zheng Yan Che, a well-behaved boy raised in China, trembled as he pulled the little quilt tighter around himself and struggled to muster a smile.
"Hello."
The courtesy of his homeland was etched into his bones; even at a time like this, he remembered to respond.
The two simply gazed at each other in silence, and the air suddenly went still.
Wen Shaoyu laughed at the sight from the sidelines, then found his conscience and stepped forward to rescue him.
"All right, Mom. Go wait over there for a bit."
Alice winked playfully at Zheng Yan Che, rose, and slipped her arm through her husband's. "We'll go out for a stroll first, then have lunch together!"
At last, the door shut with a bang.
Zheng Yan Che turned his wooden gaze on Wen Shaoyu.
"Gone stupid?" Wen Shaoyu came over, sat beside him, and pinched his nose.
"Had enough sleep? If you're tired, keep sleeping. If not, get up."
He said it so matter-of-factly, as though everything that had just happened had only been Zheng Yan Che's dream.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Meeting his faintly incredulous gaze, Wen Shaoyu raised a brow and chuckled, reaching out to draw him into his arms. "My parents came back for the New Year. We might as well have a meal together."
That wasn't what bothered Zheng Yan Che. He grabbed Wen Shaoyu's collar indignantly. "When did they get here?"
"Around eight this