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Wen Cishu lowered his head and kissed the little one's fluffy hair, frantically casting a spell in his heart:

Please hurry up and forget after a good night's sleep!

The next morning.

Without even needing a reminder from Wen Cishu, Bo Yiming voluntarily practiced tai chi with him.

Bo Yiming wasn't restless or impatient at any point. Every movement was so precise that even the tai chi instructor praised him repeatedly.

Wen Cishu felt a slight headache coming on.

With a memory that good, why couldn't he put it to use memorizing vocabulary?

After tai chi practice, Wen Cishu asked the pastry chef to teach him how to prepare dessert for the afternoon.

Bo Yiming stuck close behind Little Dad, refusing to go anywhere else.

He asked the chef to set him up with the same ingredients so he could make it himself too, then looked up at Little Dad with a smile. "Little Dad, you'll get the first taste of my dessert."

"All right. I'll look forward to it."

Wen Cishu spoke gently, but his hand couldn't help tightening around the whisk as he vigorously stirred the cream cheese:

What was going on?

Why was he bringing up being "first" again?

Why hadn't last night's "Little Dad counseling session" worked at all?

"Um, sir?" the pastry chef reminded him softly.

"That's about right. Now add a little caster sugar."

"Okay."

Wen Cishu silently loosened his grip and followed the chef's instructions.

Bo Yiming picked up his little spoon with a convincing air of competence. Before scooping up any sugar, he pointed toward the distant window. "Little Dad, you know what? Big Dad saw me yesterday, but he wouldn't let me in."

Wen Cishu couldn't help interrupting. "Sweetheart."

With the pastry chef and the housekeepers right there, Bo Yiming looked at Little Dad, bashful and pleased. "Yes?"

Wen Cishu said, "The chef is teaching us. Let's not get distracted and chat, okay?"

"Oh!" Bo Yiming loved chattering to Little Dad so much that he'd forgotten the chef standing opposite could hear him too. He nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll whisper it to you when we go to bed tonight."

A cute smile appeared on his handsome little face.

Wen Cishu's hand shook, spilling a spoonful of sugar. Fine. Listening attentively to your child was every parent's bounden duty.

They were learning to make Basque cheesecake.

Wen Cishu chose a slightly bitter black tea flavor, while Bo Yiming made a lemon one.

Once both were finished and in the refrigerator, Wen Cishu, with a loving father's desire to understand his child, asked with concern, "Yiming, why have you suddenly started liking sour things lately?"

Bo Yiming shot Dad what he thought was a dashing wink. "I want Big Dad to know how determined I am to compete with him!"

Wen Cishu: "..."

He was even worried that Bo Tingyuan would never eat lemon madeleines again, and that anything like lemons would make him reflexively think of the little monkey's prank.

Still, if that happened, perhaps Bo Tingyuan would smile knowingly?

That afternoon.

The most iconic building among the Bo family's business holdings was Shengyuan Tower, standing over five hundred meters tall with more than eighty floors.

As the helmsmen of the Bo family's business empire, both Old Master Bo back in his day and Bo Tingyuan now had their offices on the top floor.

At that moment, Bo Tingyuan had finished a lengthy meeting and was sitting in his office chair.

He removed his rimless glasses and rubbed between his brows. His gaze fell on the picture frame, and he quietly studied the serene, beautiful face in the photograph of them together.

In the past, Wen Ci had always been sickly, his eyes full of weariness, uninterested in everything.

Even among the photographs, it was hard to find one or two with a hint of a smile.

Wen Cishu had changed a great deal lately, especially after accompanying their son on the show.

Bo Tingyuan saw that his smile was always as gentle as a spring evening breeze, and his gaze was always like willow tips swaying in the wind, brushing lovingly over everyone and everything around him-including Bo Tingyuan.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound came from the office door in the distance.

Bo Tingyuan slowly withdrew the hand that had touched the photograph and put his glasses back on.

Knock, knock, knock.

Normally, the office assistants wouldn't simply keep knocking.

Bo Tingyuan went over and opened the door.

A tall, slender figure jumped up into his field of vision. "Big Dad, I brought you dessert!"

"What brings you here?"

Bo Tingyuan was always composed, and even at the sight of his younger son, his expression remained unchanged. He showed no sign of being startled or surprised.

Holding the box, Bo Yiming shrugged and said like a little grown-up, "See? I told you Big Dad wouldn't be pleasantly surprised."

He observed him intently before reaching a conclusion. "He even looks a tiny bit disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed." Bo Tingyuan raised a hand to ruffle his son's hair, only for him to retreat with a smile.

Wen Cishu, who had been outside beside the office wall, slowly walked over and put an arm around the little monkey's shoulders, smiling gently. "I came with Yiming."

He pointed at the dessert box in the boy's hands. "Like we agreed yesterday, we made you something for afternoon tea."

Wen Cishu wore a white casual flat-topped hat. Beneath its broad brim, a light-colored mask covered half his face.

His brows and eyes, especially those beautifully curved phoenix eyes, seemed framed between two arcs, highlighting their striking beauty like a close-up.

Bo Tingyuan gazed at his eyes and brows, probably transfixed for a few seconds, before remembering they were at the office entrance and quickly glancing at his younger son, who was standing on tiptoe to scrutinize him.

"Let's talk inside."

His expression remained composed, his tone just as calm.

But as he turned to go in, he raised his arm with perfect naturalness around Wen Cishu's shoulders, and they stepped inside together.

Bo Yiming followed behind, muttering softly.

"Little Dad, look. Big Dad smiled when he saw you."

Wen Cishu glanced sideways at Bo Tingyuan:

Where?

He still looked just as icy as ever.

Albert, who had been responsible for discreetly bringing up the two VIP guests, withdrew with his mission accomplished.

After closing the door, he signaled with his eyes to the assistants working nearby:

No gossiping!

But not gossiping about the boss's family at a time like this went completely against human nature, so everyone tacitly began hammering away at their keyboards.

[Oh my god, this is the first time, ahhh, the first time ahhhhh! After all these years!!!!]

[Mingzai and the gorgeous guy from Little Ones Are Supermen are Mr. Bo's family? Holy shit, I actually know a secret like this? Am I going to get assassinated on my way home?]

[The gorgeous guy is seriously so handsome and elegant up close. He's got that super old-money air, like his family started getting rich eighteen generations ago.]

[Ahem, everyone, I ran into them by the elevators just now. The gorgeous guy even smiled at me. He's so gentle. But he's really tall too, definitely six feet.]

[Standing in front of Mr. Bo, he somehow has that delicate little bird leaning on someone vibe.]

[Who would've thought Mr. Bo, who comes to work every day looking like a thug in a suit, could show a tough man's tender side and put his arm around his wife first?]

After sitting down, Albert kept feeling a powerful, complicated air of gossip hanging in the room.

He shook his head helplessly and went to prepare the drinks to bring in.

Inside the office.

Bo Yiming eagerly opened the dessert box. "Don't worry, Big Dad. I didn't swap out the cake Little Dad prepared."

Wen Cishu really wanted to give him a swat on the bottom. Could you please forget about that already?!

He raised his hand and pushed the little plate holding the black tea Basque cheesecake in front of Bo Tingyuan. "Try it?"

Bo Yiming had barely touched down on the sofa when he keenly noticed Big Dad glance at him.

He looked over in surprise.

"Big Dad, do you need your adorable younger son to disappear for a bit?"

He tilted his head cutely and blinked furiously.

Wen Cishu: "..."

Bo Tingyuan gestured toward the window with his eyes, giving his mischievous, clever son a clear instruction. "Go enjoy the view over there."

"Fine, fine."

Bo Yiming bounced up and trotted over, utterly astonished. "Wow, you can't see the view at all."

The sunlight was weak that day, the clouds thick, and the floor so high that it felt like standing among the clouds. Only the rooftops of the other tall buildings were visible.

But Bo Yiming didn't come back. He amused himself taking pictures with his watch.

On the sofa, Wen Cishu propped an elbow on the armrest and rested his cheek in his hand, trembling slightly with laughter. Coming back to himself and seeing Bo Tingyuan looking at him, he prompted, "Try it? If you don't like it, I'll learn to make something else next time."

Did that mean there would be no next time if it tasted good?

The hardest decision Bo Tingyuan had ever made in his life might well have been this one.

He picked up the silver dessert spoon and took a little cake to taste.

"How is it?" Wen Cishu leaned sideways toward him. "Is it a flavor you like?"

At that slight movement, Bo Tingyuan put an arm around his shoulders and drew him closer. Wen Cishu looked up to find him keeping silent like a sealed gourd again and couldn't resist urging softly, "Oh, don't keep me guessing. Hurry up and tell me. If it isn't good, just let Yiming eat it."

Hearing that, Bo Tingyuan raised an eyebrow and made a rare joke. "Hasn't he had enough at home?"

"..."

Wen Cishu's eyes shifted, and he couldn't help shooting him a sideways look.

Fine, fine, you really were father and son. Two hearts beating as one.

Bo Tingyuan watched quietly with his green eyes, a little dazed. The vivid charm in the face before him was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more wonderful than the sweet but not cloying cake in his mouth.

Afterward, Bo Tingyuan paired that lovely little dessert with the coffee his assistant brought in and enjoyed the most perfect afternoon tea of his life.

Beside the office's expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming leaned against the inner windowsill together, looking down at the bustling city faintly visible beneath the clouds.

When the two were leaving, Bo Tingyuan picked up the white hat and put it on Wen Cishu's head, moving gently and trying not to flatten his hair.

Wen Cishu quickly glanced at the documents on the desk. "Do you have a lot of work to do today?"