Seeing Feng Yuan sitting on the ground, the assistant frowned, his face full of grievance and displeasure: “You little kid, I didn’t even push you. How did you fall down on your own? Are you trying to stage a scam?”
Behind Feng Yuan, A-Meng, with a darkened face, picked Feng Yuan up.
“You bumped into him.”
A-Meng had a little nephew at home. He was close with his older sister, so he had been helping to take care of his nephew since he was small.
When it came to children, he was all too familiar.
Feng Yuan indeed hadn’t been pushed, but when Zhao Jie’s assistant stepped in front of Zhao Jie, he had brushed against Feng Yuan. The little one was already small, and his stance wasn’t as steady as an adult’s. It was only natural that he plopped down onto the ground.
“Miss Zhao, Feng Yuan is still just a child. As an adult, there’s no need for you to be so aggressive.”
Originally, A-Meng actually had quite a good impression of Zhao Jie, this movie queen.
But now, just like that, his fondness turned to dislike on the spot.
“Little Young Master Yuan Yuan, shall we keep icing your hand?”
A-Meng ignored Zhao Jie, whose face looked unpleasant. He held the bag of ice, wanting to continue applying it to Feng Yuan’s chubby little hand.
But Feng Yuan wasn’t willing.
He touched his sore bottom from the fall, then his small body rammed straight toward the assistant, just like a little bull calf.
He was a grudge-holding little cub. If someone made him fall, he had to immediately give it back.
“Get lost. Why are you so uncultured?!”
The assistant being rammed by Feng Yuan was big and burly, someone Feng Yuan couldn’t possibly move.
Not only could he not move him, but he was pushed back several steps in return instead.
Fortunately, the moment he was pushed back the first time, A-Meng struck.
“Crack—”
Zhao Jie’s assistant’s arm was forcibly snapped by A-Meng.
Seeing her assistant’s face instantly turn pale from the pain, Zhao Jie flared up in anger: “You dare to hurt someone!”
A-Meng let out a cold laugh: “What I hurt isn’t a person.”
Zhao Jie: “……”
Zhao Jie was so infuriated she completely lost her composure.
Protecting Feng Yuan, A-Meng didn’t show the slightest trace of fear.
He was Yu Yi’s bodyguard, and Yu Yi’s temper had always been domineering since childhood.
Having followed Yu Yi for several years, his own temperament had also grown to mirror his boss’s.
“I won’t let you off! I’ll tell Li—Li Sheng?!”
Zhao Jie’s furious tone suddenly shifted.
She looked at Li Sheng, who had walked over in a few steps, and for a moment couldn’t react: “You, why are you here? I was just about to come find you.”
From the moment Li Sheng appeared, Zhao Jie’s gaze stuck firmly on him, unwilling to shift away for even a second.
Her voice returned to its usual gentle tone, and the expression on her face instantly switched to its most polished state.
She wanted to say a few more words to Li Sheng.
Unfortunately, a small, aggrieved yet angry childish voice cut in.
“Big Daddy.”
Feng Yuan used to call him “bad father”. Qin Xun had told him that children nowadays don’t say father anymore; they all say daddy.
Feng Yuan already had a daddy.
Li Sheng was taller than Dad, bigger than Dad, so Feng Yuan called Li Sheng “Big Daddy.”
When he saw Li Sheng coming over, Feng Yuan pursed his little lips, his round, black-bright eyes brimming with tears.
He looked at Li Sheng. He clearly wanted to rush forward and let Big Daddy hold him, but he just stood there, unmoving.
No matter how fierce or strong-willed a child might seem, deep down, they would still rely on their parents.
Facing this soft, tender little face, Li Sheng’s rapid heartbeat, which had been pounding for quite a while, didn’t calm down in the slightest. Instead, it grew more and more out of control.
He adjusted his heartbeat and breathing in silence, trying to make his inner turmoil match the calmness on his face.
“Yuan Yuan.”
Li Sheng called out once.
That voice of his was like a signal.
Receiving the signal, Feng Yuan couldn’t hold it in any longer. He threw his head against Li Sheng’s leg, his childish voice crying out: “Big Daddy, wuwu, hold Yuan Yuan!”
Li Sheng bent down and picked up the little one clinging to his leg.
He lowered his gaze, carefully studying Feng Yuan’s brows and eyes.
Feng Yuan’s brows and eyes looked very much like Feng Qi’s, but the color of his pupils and the shape of his ears seemed to have truly followed him.
Even after being picked up, Feng Yuan’s grievance hadn’t faded.
He opened his round, watery eyes and asked Li Sheng, “Are you going to find Yuan Yuan a stepmother?”
Feng Yuan had heard other adults tell children stories. In those stories, stepmothers were all very scary.
Feng Yuan already had a Big Daddy and a Dad. He didn’t want another stepmother.
His question made Li Sheng’s brows knit slightly. “What stepmother?”
Feng Yuan stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed straight at Zhao Jie, tattling openly and righteously: “Her! She wants to be Yuan Yuan’s stepmother!”
Zhao Jie: “……”
On Zhao Jie’s delicate face, the carefully maintained expression once again cracked without her realizing it. She stared blankly at Li Sheng holding Feng Yuan, then at Feng Yuan tattling on her.
Her mind went completely blank. “Li Sheng, you… you really have a child?!”
Li Sheng gave a low “Mm.”
Before, when facing the little bald chick that chirps, he hadn’t truly felt what it was like to be a father.
Now, holding this chubby little cub who resembled both Feng Qi and him, Li Sheng no longer had the slightest doubt.
Though it felt unbelievable, whether it was Feng Qi or Feng Yuan, they were indeed his.
The partner he could not remember.
And the son he hadn’t raised well.
“You must be joking, right? Li Sheng, how could you possibly have a child? Your mother said there wasn’t anyone by your side…”
Zhao Jie wanted to say more, but impatience was already flickering in Li Sheng’s eyes.
Zhao Jie had a decent relationship with Li Sheng’s mother. Because of that, although Li Sheng was usually indifferent toward her, he would still respond with a few words when she occasionally spoke to him.
Now, looking at Zhao Jie in front of him, all Li Sheng felt was disgust.
“Miss Zhao, my private matters have nothing to do with you.”
With just one sentence, Li Sheng blocked her off completely.
He stared at Zhao Jie coldly. Drawing a clear line between them wasn’t enough. He even started to hold her accountable.
“You think my Yuan Yuan has no manners. Are you accusing me of not teaching him well?”
Zhao Jie’s face turned even paler.
A chill crept up her back. Driven by an instinct to survive, she stumbled over her explanation: “No, I wasn’t accusing you. I didn’t know he was really your child. Li Sheng, I’ve had a fever all day, and my head hurts, so my emotions were just a little unstable.”
She explained and apologized. Her panicked and frightened appearance was perhaps enough to stir some pity in others’ eyes.
But Li Sheng was not “others”.
He listened to Zhao Jie’s apology with a cold, handsome face. Only when the child in his arms grew tired of hearing it and started covering his little ears, did he finally turn away, carrying Feng Yuan with him.
Without Zhao Jie’s voice, Feng Yuan lowered his chubby little hands.
By now, he wasn’t angry anymore.
Father and son walked quietly along the corridor path. Feng Yuan’s soft little face rubbed against Li Sheng’s cold, hard cheek.
Something flickered in Li Sheng’s eyes.
“Your dad is resting.”
Li Sheng didn’t know how to talk to Feng Yuan, so he shifted the topic to Feng Qi.
Sure enough, the moment he heard the word dad, Feng Yuan’s eyes lit up.
“Yuan Yuan will sleep with Dad!”
He was overjoyed: “Big Daddy, walk faster.”
But Li Sheng didn’t rush to take him to Feng Qi.
Before returning to the room, Li Sheng first brought him dinner.
The moment Feng Yuan saw the food, his stomach gave a loud grumble.
Hearing the sound of his stomach growling, Li Sheng finally quickened his pace.
The room that used to belong to Yu Yi was now occupied by Li Sheng.
As for Yu Yi himself, Li Sheng had already heard people mention it. He had a curfew.
In their circle, Yu Yi’s situation of being “kept” was often a subject of private jokes.
Some said Yu Yi wasn’t keeping someone. He was practically worshiping an ancestor.
There were even rumors that the treasure Yu Yi never brought out was, in fact, a man taller and sturdier than Yu Yi himself.
Rumors of all kinds, no one knew whether they were true or false, and Li Sheng had never asked.
He had no interest in prying into other people’s privacy.
The suite door was shut with a backward push.
Feng Yuan didn’t let Li Sheng carry him. Instead, he toddled on his two chubby legs straight to his dad’s bedside.
Looking at his sleeping dad, Feng Yuan cupped his own round little face in both hands and stared intently for quite a while.
Only after he had looked his fill did Feng Yuan head out to the outer living room to eat.
Li Sheng had already set out all the dishes.
Steamed egg custard, rice, braised beef, cola chicken wings, stir-fried broccoli with meat, and a plate of spinach.
Li Sheng looked at the three-heads-tall little chubby cub before him, then looked at the food.
For once, he paused for a few seconds before asking, “Do you want me to feed you?”
Feng Yuan’s eyes rolled around, then he said, “Yes!”
In truth, Feng Yuan could eat by himself. When he ate rice with soup, he just needed a bib. Without soup, he would only drop a little rice or a few bits of food, and wiping up afterward would be enough.
But now that Big Daddy was going to feed him, Feng Yuan squeezed himself between his legs, signaling for him to pick him up and feed him.
Li Sheng mixed the rice, placed him on his lap, and began feeding him.
It was his first time feeding a child, so Li Sheng wasn’t very practiced.
When he saw the food spilled across the front of Feng Yuan’s clothes, Li Sheng reached out, wanting to wipe him clean.
Feng Yuan shook his head. “Big Daddy, wipe later.”
He hadn’t finished eating yet.
Hearing that, Li Sheng continued feeding him.
“Don’t want veggies.”
“Want meat.”
“Big Daddy, want water.”
Feeding Feng Yuan, Li Sheng felt it was harder than handling all his work combined.
He listened to Feng Yuan’s demands while spooning food into his mouth.
Only on the matter of not eating vegetables did he refuse to listen.
Li Sheng was an adult, and there was one bit of common sense every adult knew—
Children need to eat vegetables.
So he mixed the greens into Feng Yuan’s favorite beef, then firmly sent it straight into Feng Yuan’s mouth without leaving room for refusal.
Feng Yuan’s little brows scrunched tightly together.
By the time the meal was finished, Li Sheng felt sweat breaking out across his back.
He didn’t even bother cleaning up the table first. Instead, he carried Feng Yuan straight to the bathroom to wash him up.
Earlier, Feng Yuan had grabbed chicken wings with his own hands, leaving both little palms greasy and shiny.
And his clothes were so dirty they were hardly fit to be looked at.
Li Sheng ran the water, took off Feng Yuan’s clothes, and tossed them into the washer-dryer.
Feng Yuan’s clothes were cheap, but the fabric was still comfortable.
Feng Qi had carefully chosen them. Clothes that were inexpensive yet easy to wear.
The only downside was that they didn’t hold up well in the machine and tore easily.
Once the clothes were dealt with, it was time for the son.
He was about to put his son into the bathtub.
Feng Yuan, with bare little body and pale, tender face tilted up, blinked his eyes at Big Daddy.
Father and son stared at each other, both sensing in the air a breath of imminent battle.
“Yuan Yuan’s not taking a bath.”
Feng Yuan was the first to declare his stance. He puffed out his chubby little chest and even gave a reason: “Yuan Yuan’s not stinky!”
He didn’t smell bad at all. There was absolutely no need for a bath.
Li Sheng crouched down without even bothering to sniff whether the little chubby cub smelled or not.
His large hands gripped Feng Yuan’s soft, fleshy shoulders. Children carried more baby fat, and it was all soft.
Li Sheng felt as if he were squeezing cotton with the texture of jelly. No wonder, he thought, in dramas the monsters always liked to eat children this size.
“No child goes without bathing in the summer.”
Li Sheng’s voice was calm. “This time, I won’t let you choke on water.”
Feng Yuan: “……”
Feng Yuan: “I’m not a child. I’m a little phoenix!”
Li Sheng: “Little phoenixes have to bathe too.”
Li Sheng didn’t give Feng Yuan much time to resist. Within a few seconds, he had placed Feng Yuan into the bathtub.
Just as Feng Yuan was about to struggle, Li Sheng threatened him with the dad outside the door.
“Your dad is sleeping, Yuan Yuan. Do you want to wake him up?”
That one question instantly made Feng Yuan’s chubby little body stop resisting.
He sat in the water, aggrieved and pitiful, his dark, glossy, round eyes shimmering with tears.
Li Sheng looked at his pitiful appearance and wasn’t moved in the slightest.
Not long after.
Feng Yuan had been scrubbed clean from head to toe. He covered his little round part with both chubby hands. That was the one place he wouldn’t let Big Daddy wash.
“All done, bath is over.”
Li Sheng wrapped the freshly washed little cub in a big towel and carried him out to the bed.
The moment he got onto the bed, Feng Yuan lifted the quilt and pressed himself tightly against Feng Qi.
Li Sheng tidied up the bathroom a bit, then came back out.
Feng Yuan stuck out his little butt, back turned toward him, clearly sulking again.
Li Sheng stood by the bed, looking at the big one and the little one for a while, before heading to the living room.
Feng Qi was sleeping soundly. Li Sheng didn’t wake him, letting him stay here and sleep with Feng Yuan for the night.
In the bedroom, only Feng Yuan and Feng Qi remained.
Feng Yuan had just finished his bath and wasn’t sleepy.
Hugging his dad’s arm, he whispered softly to him.
Everything he said was about Big Daddy.
He said Big Daddy cooked for him, fed him, and even carried him.
Aside from insisting on giving him baths and medicine, Big Daddy’s behavior… seemed just a little bit good.
As he spoke, Feng Yuan buried his chubby little face into Feng Qi’s chest.
At the end, he whispered, “Yuan Yuan has two daddies now.”
Other children all had a daddy and a mommy. He also had two daddies. He wasn’t lacking compared to anyone else.
Feng Yuan’s secret whispers to his dad were so soft. It was impossible to tell if Li Sheng outside had heard them.
At that moment, Li Sheng was busy assigning tasks to Assistant Gao.
And not only Assistant Gao, but his personal life assistant also received a task: to make a list of daily necessities for a three-year-old cub.
Both assistants now had their own work.
Once the tasks were assigned, Li Sheng himself picked up his phone, leaned against the sofa, and with a blank face began searching: How to take care of a little cub.
That night, for Li Sheng, was destined to be sleepless.
But he wasn’t the only one sleepless. So was Miss Zhao, who had just returned.
Miss Zhao received several contract termination notices in a row.
She had originally held endorsement collaborations with several subsidiaries under the Li Corporation, but now, all of these partnerships had ended.
Looking at the messages, then thinking of the child being carried in Li Sheng’s arms, Zhao Jie furiously swept everything off the coffee table, shattering it all to pieces.
“Who is it?! Who gave Li Sheng a child?!”
Even after smashing things, her anger didn’t ease. She clenched her fingers tightly, nearly forcing out words through gritted teeth: “Daring to steal my man. Seeking death!”
“Miss, maybe you should let it go. Li Sheng already has a child.”
The assistant who had followed her back tried to persuade her: “Li Sheng isn’t someone easy to mess with…”
But Zhao Jie didn’t hear a single word of persuasion.
She sat on the sofa, still racking her brains over who the one who had a child with Li Sheng could be.
The person she was exhausting herself to speculate about was, at this very moment, curled up on a big bed with the cub, sleeping soundly.
The night grew deeper.
In the living room, Li Sheng suddenly heard the sound of little feet pattering.
He turned his head.
There stood Feng Yuan at the bedroom door, barefoot, the towel that had been wrapped around his body long since fallen off.
“Big Daddy.”
The little cub, completely bare, rubbed his eyes, his childish voice muffled with the drowsiness of not yet being fully awake.
He sounded a little aggrieved: “Yuan Yuan needs to pee.”
The toilet in the bathroom was too tall. He couldn’t climb up.
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