No child could resist the temptation of mobile mini-games. At least, Feng Yuan couldn’t.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that he couldn’t read many characters; his chubby little fingers poked and tapped, and he really could bring up a mini-game.
Right now, he had brought up a battle mini-game with a flashy, colorful interface and was completely focused on playing it.
When Li Ting came back, he saw that the screen had already jumped to the “item recharge” section.
He sat down and blocked Feng Yuan’s chubby little hand from continuing to tap.
“Yuan Yuan, do you want to recharge the game?”
Feng Yuan’s little face looked confused. “What’s recharge?”
“It means putting money into the game. Look, you’re buying this item. If you tap it, it will cost fifty yuan to buy it.”
Feng Yuan’s baby-like voice was shocked. “Fifty money?!”
Li Ting said, “Fifty yuan. Do you want to buy it? If you do, I—”
Before Li Ting could finish, Feng Yuan shook his little head like a rattle.
Although Feng Yuan had been picking up scraps for a long time and couldn’t read, he certainly knew money.
Fifty yuan to recharge a game. Feng Yuan couldn’t accept it at all.
“No, no recharge!”
Feng Yuan puffed out his little cheeks and had Li Ting close the game. “Bad game! Don’t even think about tricking Yuan Yuan out of money!”
Li Ting patted his little head, finding his tiny money-loving behavior a bit amusing.
While the uncle and nephew were talking, Li An had also finished preparing lunch in the kitchen.
He had made a very light meal.
Feng Yuan looked at the dishes, then glanced at Li An with longing eyes. “Grandpa Butler, Yuan Yuan wants to eat braised pork.”
“Braised pork is too greasy. You can’t eat that yet.”
“Then… then what about glutinous rice balls in sweet rice wine?”
“That’s not allowed either. Young Master Ting, don’t give him any rice wine-based foods in the future.”
Li Ting: “Okay.”
As he agreed, Li Ting picked up a chopstick of stir-fried greens and gave it to Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan gripped his spoon, thinking of tossing the greens into Li Ting’s bowl.
Li An cleared his throat twice. “Young Master Yuan Yuan, you mustn’t be picky about food.”
Feng Yuan looked up. “Yuan Yuan isn’t picky! Yuan Yuan eats lots of meat!”
What he meant was, as long as there was meat, he wasn’t picky at all.
Hearing this, Li An lowered his head and looked at him, silently signaling that such behavior was not acceptable.
Under Li An’s watchful gaze, Feng Yuan pouted and reluctantly took a bite of the greens.
Li An’s cooking was still very good.
The dishes he made were light in flavor but by no means unpleasant.
After lunch, Feng Yuan played for a while with Li Ting before being sent to take his nap.
This time, he didn’t pick the spot by the edge of the bed. He slept closer to the middle.
While napping, he even made a point to emphasize to Li Ting: “Little Uncle, don’t hug Yuan Yuan while you sleep! Yuan Yuan can’t even breathe.”
Li Ting raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I was choking you while I slept?”
Feng Yuan nodded emphatically.
Li Ting didn’t believe him. “Nonsense. I sleep very properly and don’t go hugging people randomly.”
Feng Yuan: “?”
Feng Yuan’s little face looked complicated as he stared at his uncle, who was clearly talking nonsense.
His little uncle’s sleeping posture was obviously worse than his!
Li Ting, seeing his little one not trusting him, waved his big hand and scooped him up, pulling him into his arms. “Since you don’t believe me, I’ll just hold you while I sleep.”
Feng Yuan: “!”
Feng Yuan: “No!”
He struggled desperately with his tiny hands and feet. As he did, Li Ting’s large hand tickled his little chubby waist.
Soon, the room was filled with giggles and pleas for mercy.
Li An, passing by the door, stopped when he heard the sounds. His usually stern face seemed to show a hint of another emotion.
He lingered at the doorway for a while, listening, until the big and small ones inside finally calmed down. Only then did he leave.
Time passed little by little.
The sunlight outside at noon was always so hot it seemed like it wanted to roast people alive. But with the air conditioning on, Feng Yuan didn’t have to gasp for air outside.
On the big bed, he was once again held so tightly by Li Ting that he could barely breathe.
Li Ting’s arms were firmly restraining him with such force that it felt like he was being choked.
Feng Yuan was genuinely angry.
Being forcibly woken up, his little face, still tired from not having slept enough, was furrowed with frustration.
He opened his mouth and bit Li Ting’s arm.
The arm was too hard. It even hurt his teeth a little.
After biting the arm, he had hoped Li Ting would loosen his grip, but unexpectedly, Li Ting held him even tighter.
It was absolutely infuriating.
Feng Yuan used both hands and feet, struggling for a long time before he finally managed to escape.
Once free, he hugged his little pillow and went straight to his small bed without looking back.
On his little bed, Feng Yuan could finally sleep peacefully.
Both the big one and the little one slept for a long time.
They didn’t get up until evening.
When Li Ting got up, he still refused to admit that he had been holding his little one too tightly while sleeping.
Feng Yuan couldn’t reason with him, so he silently vowed to take a photo next time as evidence.
With the old butler Li An around, the quality of Feng Yuan’s daily life was immediately guaranteed.
As soon as he woke up, he had pear syrup water ready to drink.
Children didn’t like being confined at home, so Li An also let Li Ting take him out to the park to play.
Li Ting didn’t go to the park, though. He took him to the shopping street and bought him a smartwatch.
The little smartwatch in sky blue looked quite nice on Feng Yuan’s chubby little wrist.
Li Ting stored his own number in the phone watch he gave him.
Seeing that he bought it, Li An also stored his number in it.
Besides his own number, Li An also stored one more—the number of Old Master Li.
“Yuan Yuan, this is your grandpa’s number. If you want to talk to him, you can call him.”
After Li An said this, Feng Yuan blinked but didn’t respond.
For a grandfather he had never met, all Feng Yuan had heard about him were bad things.
So, he still didn’t dare to call him on his own.
While they were talking, Li Ting, who had gone to get something for Feng Yuan, came back.
Seeing him return, Li An didn’t say anything more.
That night.
Feng Yuan added his two dads’ phone numbers and Qin Xun’s number. He didn’t just add numbers. He also got his own WeChat!
Li Ting set it up for him.
His WeChat contacts and address book were all updated with profile pictures.
To make sure he had profile pictures, Feng Qi and Li Sheng both took photos for him on the spot.
The uncle and nephew busily fiddled with the smartwatch.
Meanwhile, Feng Qi in neighboring Jia City was only now beginning to feel slightly better.
He hadn’t rushed back from Jia City, not because there was anything particularly appealing there.
Late last night, at his residence, he had sensed a foreboding presence.
He went out to check and casually dispelled some of the restless spirits that were wandering around at night.
Some of these spirits, if left drifting for too long, could turn malevolent.
Feng Qi’s dispersal didn’t simply make them vanish into the world; it sent them to the afterlife.
His nocturnal efforts had taken a toll. By morning, his body protested.
In front of Li Sheng, he couldn’t hold back and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
Li Sheng’s expression immediately changed.
Feng Qi tried to brush it off, saying he was just overworked.
Whether Li Sheng believed him or not, he made sure to personally watch over him and insisted that he rest properly.
The plan they had originally set to return today was also canceled.
Night fell.
Feng Qi slept fitfully, never very soundly.
Every time he woke, Li Sheng beside him would wake as well.
It was as if the man had a sensor planted on him.
Their faces were close, close enough to feel each other’s breath.
Feng Qi reached out and pushed Li Sheng’s chest, not asking why he woke up with him, only asking, “Why are you on my bed again?”
The night before, he and Li Sheng had shared some intimacy.
But afterward, he had made things clear.
He wasn’t interested in disrupting the status quo between them.
In other words, last night could be regarded as an accident for them.
Feng Qi spoke very clearly, but Li Sheng seemed not to have taken it in.
Li Sheng didn’t verbally argue with him either.
He simply, when Feng Qi got into bed, silently pressed closer.
“Your forehead isn’t hot anymore.”
Li Sheng answered without addressing that directly: “You had a slight fever when you just fell asleep.”
Feng Qi: “……”
Feng Qi: “It’s fine, I won’t die.”
A mild fever wasn’t a serious problem for him.
“I made porridge for you in the pot. Do you want to eat?”
“Too lazy to eat.”
“You don’t need to move; I’ll bring it over.”
Li Sheng was very decisive. He had just said he would go, and the next second, he was already getting out of bed. “By the way, Yuan Yuan sent several video calls just now. I picked up one of them.”
“Why only one?”
The moment Feng Qi heard that several video calls had come in, the lazy expression he’d just had instantly turned into tension.
Li Sheng glanced at him and quickly explained: “He didn’t call with anything urgent in mind. He just wanted to hear the voice on the other end.”
“He’s resting now anyway. Wait until tomorrow to call him back.”
Feng Qi: “……”
Feng Qi: “Alright then.”
He took Li Sheng’s phone and opened WeChat to take a look.
The few calls Li Sheng mentioned from Feng Yuan were actually an understatement.
In the chat with Feng Yuan, there were easily around ten video calls.
For the first three or four, Li Sheng had answered for just a few seconds.
Every time he picked up for a few seconds, Feng Yuan would hang up and call again.
Looking at these records, Feng Qi could already picture the little guy’s expression while making the calls.
His eyes curved slightly as he tapped on Feng Yuan’s avatar.
Feng Yuan’s avatar was a photo he had taken himself, clearly taken recently.
The little clothes he was wearing weren’t even bought by Li Sheng or Feng Qi.
In this photo, Feng Yuan tilted his head and was smiling at the camera.
Just looking at the photo made Feng Qi’s heart melt.
His Yuan Yuan was just too adorable.
Feng Qi held the phone, fully focused on Feng Yuan’s photo. Li Sheng, getting up to serve the porridge, watched him at the doorway for several seconds before heading to the kitchen.
The porridge in the kitchen was already ready.
Li Sheng opened the fridge and took out some vegetables, preparing to make two dishes to go with the porridge.
On a night like this, staying in the kitchen to cook for someone.
This was something Li Sheng had never imagined would happen to him.
He lowered his gaze, carefully preparing the food, with not a trace of resistance in his heart.
In the bedroom.
After looking at Feng Yuan’s avatar, Feng Qi was about to exit WeChat and return Li Sheng’s phone.
But after leaving the chat with Feng Yuan, he noticed Li Sheng had pinned someone at the top of his WeChat.
It was himself.
He raised an eyebrow, looked for a few seconds, and then, on Li Sheng’s behalf, pinned his son’s chat to the top as well.
Li Sheng’s phone had a passcode.
Feng Qi didn’t know the old one, but the current passcode was Feng Yuan’s birthday.
Feng Yuan’s birthday was a few months off from Feng Qi’s.
Li Sheng’s phone was very tidy—few contacts on WeChat, equally simple in the address book.
Feng Qi didn’t scrutinize the phone, just glanced casually a few times before returning it.
Compared to the clean and quiet state of Li Sheng’s phone, Feng Qi’s phone was lively.
A few days ago, at the filming base, he had given his number to several people so they could recommend him when there was suitable work.
Now, he had no idea how many people knew his number.
Messages and WeChat friend requests never stopped coming.
By the time Feng Qi got his phone back to play with, Li Sheng had almost finished preparing the food in the kitchen.
He didn’t ask Feng Qi to come out to eat. Instead, he brought the dishes to the table by the bedside, and he actually intended to feed Feng Qi.
Feng Qi leaned against the headboard, watching him blow on each spoonful to cool it down.
He watched quietly for a moment, then reached out his hand. “I’ll do it myself.”
His body was weak, but not so much that he couldn’t feed himself.
Li Sheng didn’t hand him the bowl.
“Open your mouth.”
Li Sheng spoke little and acted directly. If he said he was going to feed Feng Qi, he really didn’t let him touch the food.
Perhaps it was because he had fed Feng Yuan a few times, or maybe because with the right care, this kind of thing could be done well; whatever the reason, Li Sheng fed him quite smoothly.
One spoon of porridge, one bite of vegetables, and after feeding him, he even handed Feng Qi a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Feng Qi felt quite comfortable being taken care of.
“Li Sheng, have you ever been in a relationship?”
“No.”
Li Sheng was clearing the dishes. His gaze was lowered. Before Feng Qi could ask why, he spoke first: “Not interested.”
Over the years, if he had truly wanted a relationship, he wouldn’t have lacked opportunities.
But he simply didn’t like anyone.
No matter if they were male or female, no matter how they looked, he wasn’t interested.
He had always thought he would spend his life alone.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly had a son, and in front of him… There was also this one.
“I’m going to wash the dishes. If you get bored, you can play on your phone a bit more.”
Li Sheng still had work to finish.
He wasn’t a person who liked to procrastinate. Whatever needed doing, he wanted it done immediately.
While Li Sheng went to wash the dishes, Feng Qi went to brush his teeth again.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Feng Qi returned, and Li Sheng had also finished tidying the kitchen and came over.
It was still dark outside.
Li Sheng looked at him and said, “Sleep.”
They had to head back during the day. If they didn’t continue sleeping now, they might be sleepy the next day.
Feng Qi didn’t particularly like playing on his phone.
He set his phone aside and didn’t mind that Li Sheng had lain down beside him again. He just hummed softly, whining like Feng Yuan would, “I can’t sleep.”
Li Sheng raised his hand and turned off the light.
In the darkness.
Li Sheng’s low, magnetic voice sounded in his ear, as if it had little hooks that could scrape at the heart.
He spoke softly, “Close your eyes. I’ll tell you a story.”
This was the trick he used to lull Feng Yuan to sleep.
Feng Qi closed his eyes, thinking he wouldn’t be as easy to fool as Feng Yuan.
A few minutes later.
Feng Qi, confident that this trick wouldn’t work on him, closed his eyes and slept even more soundly than Feng Yuan.
He was asleep, but Li Sheng was still awake.
Listening to the steady, long breaths of Feng Qi, Li Sheng felt a rare sense of peace in his heart.
Taking advantage of Feng Qi’s momentary guard being down, he gently lifted him into his arms.
That night, both the big and the little one slept quite well.
The next day.
Li Sheng and Feng Qi returned early. As soon as they got back, Li Sheng went to pick up Feng Yuan.
When picking up Feng Yuan, Li Sheng finally met his brother Li Ting.
When the brothers saw each other, there was not a hint of warmth between them.
If it weren’t for Feng Yuan being there, no one knew what might have happened.
Feng Yuan was being held by Li Ting, who deliberately kept the butler at a distance.
“Uncle Li is back this time. Old Master will definitely want him to take Yuan Yuan away.”
Li Ting, holding Feng Yuan, didn’t hurry to return him. Frowning and scowling, he reminded, “Keep an eye on Yuan Yuan.”
“If you can’t, then forget being his dad. I’ll do it,” came the reply.
Li Ting’s words earned him, unsurprisingly, a warning glance from his older brother.
“Yuan Yuan, come here.”
Li Sheng ignored his outspoken younger brother. Looking at Feng Yuan, whom he hadn’t seen for two days, he felt—perhaps psychologically—that the little boy seemed a bit slimmer.
The chubbiness on his little arms wasn’t as much as before.
Feng Yuan, having not seen Big Daddy for two days, missed him a little, too.
He happily reached out his small body, letting Li Sheng lift him.
Before being carried away by Li Sheng, the little one even comfortingly kissed Li Ting.
After kissing Li Ting, he was lifted by Li Sheng and kissed him, too.
Having given kisses to both Little Uncle and Big Daddy, Feng Yuan twitched his eyes, and a new idea popped into his little head.
“Big Daddy, Little Uncle, you should kiss, too!”
Dad said that kisses were a way to show fondness and love.
But kisses couldn’t be given randomly. You couldn’t kiss strangers.
And you definitely couldn’t kiss someone on the lips.
Feng Yuan, who remembered the rules about kisses, looked at Little Uncle and then at Big Daddy. With a sweet smile, he held one hand of each.
“Come on, kiss! Once you kiss, you won’t fight anymore.”
