Gu Wancheng craned his neck to look. A black sedan was parked at the entrance. The driver got out, opened the door, and stood respectfully to one side.
Tall and slender in a black suit, Bo Yizhou slowly stepped out, nodded to the driver, and then walked unhurriedly toward the entrance.
Gu Wancheng blinked. This had to be his bargain husband. He could not see his face, but that figure was pretty damn good, with legs longer than his life. He wondered what he looked like without his clothes on, and his shameless face flushed at the thought.
Suddenly, Bo Yizhou stopped in his tracks, then looked up just as Gu Wancheng was wondering why.
His heart instantly skipped a beat. He yanked the curtains shut and pressed a hand to his chest. His heart was pounding, the sound exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
After taking a moment to recover, Gu Wancheng lowered his hand, only to suddenly raise both hands to cover his face. Wait, what are you feeling guilty about? Why the hell are you nervous?!
Recalling that fleeting glimpse, Gu Wancheng silently blushed. Oh no. He's my type.
Downstairs, Bo Yizhou frowned. He had felt as though someone was watching him just now. That direction seemed to be the master bedroom, so it must have been Gu Wancheng.
To be honest, he did not know this marriage partner well, nor did he have any particular feelings about him. His mother simply liked him so much. He had looked into him, and his personality seemed decent enough; he was not the scheming sort.
He remembered how nervous Gu Wancheng had been when they first met, and how he had let out a huge sigh of relief upon hearing that Bo Yizhou would not be spending the night at home. He did not understand. Was he some kind of terrifying beast?
"Father!" His TV time was up, and Chaochao, forcibly cut off, had been about to make a fuss when he spotted Bo Yizhou walking in out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes lit up, and he (づ′▽`)づ raced over and clung to Bo Yizhou's leg.
"Father, you're finally back! You haven't been home in so long." He tipped his head back and wheedled in a soft, sweet voice.
The corners of Bo Yizhou's mouth lifted slightly, and he reached out with a well-defined hand to ruffle Chaochao's little curls.
Far from getting angry, Chaochao rubbed his head hard against his hand.
Having composed himself, Gu Wancheng came downstairs and saw the scene from a distance. He folded his arms and gave a little huff, feeling sour inside. Such a little kid, and he already knew how to have double standards.
Butler Chen stood quietly to one side. Seeing Gu Wancheng coming down, he called out, "Mr. Gu."
Bo Yizhou looked up. Gu Wancheng stood a short distance away, watching with his arms folded.
He was briefly taken aback. Gu Wancheng seemed a little different from their first meeting, more lively and animated. Right now, he was looking down at Chaochao with a slight pout.
Bo Yizhou followed his gaze downward. Chaochao was still nuzzling his hand. He could not help finding it amusing. Was Gu Wancheng jealous?
Hearing Butler Chen call him, Gu Wancheng nodded lightly. Bo Yizhou poked Chaochao's head and received a bewildered look.
Bo Yizhou cleared his throat softly and pointed behind him.
Chaochao turned to look. Daddy was standing not far behind him, watching. At the sight of Daddy's expressionless face, Chaochao suddenly felt inexplicably guilty.
He blinked, remembering how he had said he did not like people touching his head. Daddy must have seen him nuzzling Father like mad just now.
Daddy was actually pretty nice to him. He had slept with him, said he would ask Father to reduce his homework, and even let him watch My Little Pony, though only for a little while. Thinking about it that way, Chaochao felt even guiltier.
He let go, at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he ran toward Gu Wancheng, standing on tiptoe to reach for his hand.
Gu Wancheng: ?
He wanted to see just what this little brat was up to.
Once Chaochao caught his hand, he put it on his head and rubbed his head against it, just as he had done with Bo Yizhou.
Gu Wancheng froze, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. He lowered his head slightly to look at him, and the corners of his mouth rose without his realizing it.
Children really were angels, except for the little terrors.
It was just that, feeling the nuzzling against his hand, his thoughts wandered. Chaochao really was like a puppy this way-a little curly-haired puppy, at that.
So cute (ㆁωㆁ)
After nuzzling him once, Chaochao noticed that Gu Wancheng still had not reacted. He sneaked a look up, met his eyes, and gave a startled jolt.
Gu Wancheng's displeasure vanished instantly. He pinched his little cheeks twice and smiled.
Chaochao sighed in relief. He had finally coaxed him out of it, thanks to the method he had seen on TV. That was what dogs on TV did when they made someone angry.
I knew you could learn lots of things from TV, but Father still won't let me watch. Hmph~ Chaochao thought proudly.
Bo Yizhou watched the interaction between the adult and child without a word.
Butler Chen had left at some point. Only then, as though suddenly remembering, did Gu Wancheng look up, nod at Bo Yizhou, and say with a smile, "You're back."
After speaking, he bit his lip, then hesitantly added, "Hubby?"
Bo Yizhou paused, something flashing through his eyes. Looking at those rosy lips, still marked by the teeth that had just bitten them, he gave a quiet "Mm."
Gu Wancheng opened his mouth, then stopped short.
For a moment, everything fell so quiet that they could have heard a pin drop.
Inside, Gu Wancheng was streaming tears. Enough already. Are we performing a mime?
He could have clawed out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes by now.
Chaochao looked at them in confusion and scratched his head twice. "Father, Daddy, are you playing statues?"
Chaochao's words broke the strange atmosphere. Gu Wancheng gave him a gratified look, wishing he could kiss him twice right then and there. All his kindness had not been wasted; the boy was useful when it mattered.
Bo Yizhou looked away. Freed from that gaze, Gu Wancheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Daddy isn't playing."
"Then why aren't you talking? Why are you standing here without moving?"
As though none of this concerned him, Bo Yizhou watched Gu Wancheng, waiting to see how he would answer that question.
Seeing no reaction from him, Gu Wancheng was speechless. Just as he was about to speak, Chaochao made a fist and struck it against his other palm.
"Are you going to kiss?"
Gu Wancheng's expression changed in shock. "Chao... Chaochao, why would you say that?" Where did you hear that?!
He stole a glance at Bo Yizhou, who remained as unruffled as ever, as though the person Chaochao was talking about had nothing to do with him.
Gu Wancheng: ...
Chaochao tilted his head and said innocently, "Suisui said his mommy and daddy kiss every time they come home, and they won't let him watch. Are you not kissing because I'm here? I won't look anymore. Hurry up and kiss."
With that, Chaochao immediately covered his face with both hands.
Gu Wancheng: ... My silence is deafening.
If your fingers were pressed together, I might actually believe you weren't looking.
Watching Chaochao's round eyes dart about, Gu Wancheng's mouth twitched. His eyes involuntarily turned toward Bo Yizhou, hoping he would say something.
Under Gu Wancheng's expectant gaze, the man he had pinned such high hopes on curled his lips and said leisurely, "Want a kiss?"
Want a kiss!
Those three words struck like a bolt from the blue, scorching Gu Wancheng outside and in as a shrill explosion rang out inside him.
Would you listen to what you're saying?! Kiss, kiss, kiss! Kiss my ass!
Chaochao's eager voice reached his ears. "Hurry up and kiss! Hurry up and kiss! I promise I won't look."
He took a deep breath. "Why do you want us to... kiss so badly?"
He forced out that last word with difficulty.
Chaochao craned his neck and said proudly, "Because Suisui's never seen his mommy and daddy kiss, so I can go brag about it!"