Li Sheng and Li Ting’s discord was all too obvious to Feng Yuan.
Both adults were people he liked, so Feng Yuan didn’t want them to keep being at odds.
There was nothing a little kiss couldn’t solve. And if there was… well, then two kisses would do!
Feng Yuan’s little face carried a mysteriously confident expression, convinced that his suggestion of a kiss was absolutely brilliant.
In a sweet, childish voice, he urged again. Seeing that the two adults didn’t move, he puffed out his small chest a little and added, “Give Yuan Yuan a little face!”
Li Sheng: “……”
Li Ting: “……”
That face? They couldn’t give even a shred of it.
The brothers exchanged deep glances, both reading a look of wanting to vomit on each other’s faces.
“Yuan Yuan, close your eyes.”
Having taken care of this kid for two days, Li Ting knew that sometimes this little one could be incredibly stubborn.
To deal with this obstinate little brat, Li Ting didn’t just ask him to close his eyes. He also covered them with one hand.
After covering his eyes, Li Ting used his free hand to give Li Sheng’s large hand a crisp little pat.
After patting, he withdrew his hand and said, “There, all done. Kiss finished.”
Feng Yuan opened his eyes, his little face full of confusion.
“Is this what a kiss sounds like?”
“Mm, that’s exactly it.”
Li Ting, keeping a straight face, lied smoothly: “Bye, Yuan Yuan. I’ll come pick you up again next time.”
But Feng Yuan didn’t leave.
He wriggled his small body in Li Sheng’s arms, refusing to let Li Sheng carry him away.
“Yuan Yuan didn’t see the kiss!”
He still didn’t believe in a kiss he hadn’t seen. His chubby little face thought for a few seconds. Then, he decided that Li Sheng and Li Ting had better hug him again right in front of him.
Either a hug… or another kiss.
Faced with these two options, Li Sheng and Li Ting were both silent for a few seconds.
Then, restraining their intense physiological discomfort, they shared a fleeting hug that lasted just one second.
After the hug, the two men didn’t say a single word of nonsense. They both turned and walked away.
Li Ting strode back to his room. Before even entering the bathroom, he stripped off all his clothes.
He needed a proper shower.
If Li Sheng weren’t still not home yet, he would have wanted to wash himself several times, too.
Feng Yuan had no idea about the inner turmoil of the two adults.
At this moment, he was sitting in the car, his small body leaning against Li Sheng’s chest, his little chubby feet dangling loosely and swinging back and forth.
“Big Daddy, what’s Dad doing?”
“Resting at home.”
When Li Sheng came over earlier, he hadn’t brought Feng Qi along.
The several-hour journey on the road had left Feng Qi a little tired.
So, he let Feng Qi stay home and rest properly.
Hearing that Dad was resting, Feng Yuan didn’t ask further. He took out his smartwatch and proudly showed it to Li Sheng.
Privately, Li Sheng had already ordered a custom one for him, though it wasn’t ready yet.
Seeing that he liked the one on his wrist, Li Sheng took it and examined it.
“Do you know how to use all the functions on this?”
“Of course!”
Besides loving to voice-chat on WeChat, Feng Yuan also enjoyed taking photos.
“Daddy, look! I can take pictures!”
Feng Yuan was a little vain kid. Ever since he learned how to take photos, he had already taken a whole bunch of them of himself.
Now, seeing Li Sheng playing with his watch, he squeezed his little head in and decided to take selfies with Li Sheng right there in the car.
The father and son pressed their faces together. Li Sheng didn’t bother posing; he just held Feng Yuan’s chubby little bottom with his large hand, making sure he wouldn’t fall.
Feng Yuan was in charge of pressing the shutter.
They took photos all the way to their destination. Just before getting out of the car, Li Sheng uploaded all the photos from Feng Yuan’s gallery to his own device.
After receiving them, he forwarded the photos to Feng Qi.
Feng Qi replied immediately: “Have you arrived?”
Li Sheng: “Mm.”
Li Sheng: “You’re not asleep?”
Feng Qi: “Just woke up. Perfect timing. I cut some fruit, and there’s Yuan Yuan’s favorite, sweet melon.”
Li Sheng: “Next time, I’ll cut it when I get back.”
Li Sheng was already at the door, so he didn’t continue chatting with Feng Qi on his phone.
The car door opened.
Without waiting for Li Sheng to pick him up, Feng Yuan ran forward on his short little legs.
He ran into the house, shouting as he went: “Dad! Dad!”
Inside the house.
Feng Qi and Qin Xun were both there. Qin Xun had known Feng Yuan would be coming back, so he had just come over to knock on the door.
Seeing Feng Yuan return, Qin Xun’s gaze fell on him, unwilling to look away for even a second.
Feng Qi was watching him, too.
“Yuan Yuan.”
Feng Qi caught the little one who had rushed over, holding him in his arms and kissing him. After that, he pressed his face gently against the little one’s cheek.
“Why have you gotten so thin?”
Bowing his head, Feng Qi asked, “Haven’t you been eating properly these past two days?”
Feng Yuan hadn’t had any problems eating these past couple of days.
However, he had indeed lost a bit of weight.
He had spent a whole day in the hospital dealing with gastroenteritis, vomiting, and receiving IV fluids, with follow-up medication and a bland diet.
Under those circumstances, it was hard not to lose some weight.
“I’ve been eating properly.”
Feng Yuan blinked, not mentioning anything about being sick.
He just puffed out his little belly, letting Dad touch it.
Feng Qi slipped his hand under his clothes and felt the round little belly.
The fat on that little belly hadn’t really gone anywhere.
Feng Yuan’s weight was actually a bit above average, but his chubbiness was well-hidden, giving a visually pleasing, just-right plumpness.
Feng Qi felt the soft little flesh, furrowed his brows, and silently thought about how to help him gain it back properly.
“There’s a fruit platter on the coffee table. Go have some. Your brother Qin Xun also brought you some pastries.”
Qin Xun was older than Feng Yuan, and Feng Qi had once called him “brother”.
Feng Yuan didn’t like calling him that.
He plopped down onto the sofa. Just as he settled, Qin Xun used a fork to pick up some fruit and fed it to him.
“Ah-ooop.”
Feng Yuan gobbled up the fruit Qin Xun fed him in one bite.
The fruit platter Feng Qi had prepared was sweet, filled with all the fruits Feng Yuan loved.
He refused to be anyone’s little brother, carrying himself with the air of a tiny old man.
Qin Xun didn’t force him to call him “brother” either.
The two little ones sat on the sofa, eating and talking, while Li Sheng went to take a shower.
Li Sheng was busy.
After showering, he went out again.
He wasn’t going to work. He was going to send Li An off.
He wouldn’t allow Li An to take Feng Yuan away.
Li Ting felt the same way. For the first time in many years, the brothers worked together in complete agreement.
The two of them teamed up to see Li An off.
After Li An left, Old Master Li uncharacteristically didn’t call immediately to reprimand them.
Li Sheng had no idea what tricks the old man might be hiding.
In any case, whatever game he was playing, it didn’t matter to Li Sheng.
He wouldn’t let Feng Yuan go.
Time passed slowly, and only a few days remained before the new school term began.
Feng Yuan and Qin Xun no longer went far to pick up scraps. They only collected a little within the villa area and nearby neighborhoods.
Besides picking up scraps, the family was also preparing school supplies for Feng Yuan.
Li Sheng bought him a small backpack, along with a pencil case, pens, and various children’s picture books.
Feng Yuan had never been to school before. He touched his little chubby hands over the backpack, the stationery, and the books, feeling quite excited about going to school.
“Yuan Yuan, if anyone at kindergarten bullies you, remember to come find me right away.”
Before school started, Qin Xun repeatedly reminded Feng Yuan.
Children in kindergarten were young, and many were spoiled at home.
When they gathered to go to school together, things were rarely gentle or harmonious.
Even when Qin Xun’s parents were alive, he had their love and a comfortable home, yet people still dared to provoke him on purpose.
Luckily, he wasn’t a meek child.
Anyone who dared to provoke him, without exception, would end up crying bitterly and begging for mercy.
“Yuan Yuan isn’t afraid of being bullied.”
Feng Yuan, the big boss of Huasheng Street, lifted his round little chin, his expression full of defiance.
In all his past battles, except when facing adults, he had never backed down from other children.
Seeing his fearless little face today, Qin Xun couldn’t help but pinch his soft little cheek.
“Mm, I know you’re not afraid, but I still want you to come find me more often.”
Lowering his voice, Qin Xun added, “Yuan Yuan, I don’t have any friends in kindergarten. When you go, I want to see you more.”
Hearing this, the little boss immediately softened.
“All right, all right. I’ll come find you more!”
Feng Yuan tilted his face up, generously letting Qin Xun touch him.
After Qin Xun had pinched his cheeks enough, Feng Yuan lifted his shirt, revealing his even softer little belly.
“Here, you can touch my tummy.”
His little belly was the adults’ favorite spot to pinch.
Dad even liked to give his little belly kisses.
Qin Xun: “……”
Qin Xun quietly began to touch the little belly, not holding back at all.
The two little ones played on the sofa while Feng Qi watched them for a while before going to rest on his own.
Time sometimes feels strange.
When you watch it closely, each second seems to drag on endlessly.
But when you don’t pay attention, it slips by in the blink of an eye.
Before Feng Yuan had collected enough scraps or saved enough money to buy a gift for Dad, school had already started.
The kindergarten he was going to attend was the city’s best—Little Sun Kindergarten.
The night before school started, Feng Yuan was coaxed into bed early.
“Yuan Yuan, go to bed early tonight so that tomorrow we can go to kindergarten full of energy.”
Feng Qi’s feelings were far from calm on his son’s first day of school.
Earlier, he had checked Feng Yuan’s little backpack over and over again.
He had also written Feng Yuan’s name on all his notebooks in advance.
Now, seeing his son sitting on the bed in his pajamas, Feng Qi’s coaxing tone softened without him even realizing it.
Feng Yuan had been going to bed later and later.
His little body seemed to have endless energy. Sometimes, he could play past midnight and still refuse to sleep.
Feng Qi had read online parenting guides that late bedtimes could affect a child’s development.
He was now genuinely worried about Feng Yuan’s sleep schedule.
Just as he was thinking about how to get Feng Yuan to sleep earlier, Li Sheng came out after finishing his shower.
He looked at the little one in his cow-print pajamas, full of energy, then at Feng Qi in his bathrobe sitting beside him.
His gaze lingered on Feng Qi for a few extra seconds.
The pajamas Feng Qi was wearing tonight, Li Sheng had bought them.
The pajamas were made of pure silk in a solid color, with a loose cut designed by a fashion designer.
Once Feng Qi put them on, his beautiful collarbones were clearly visible at the neckline, and his exposed, straight little legs made it hard for anyone to look away.
His gaze seemed to carry a warmth of its own.
Feng Qi looked up and met his eyes.
Caught in the act, Li Sheng nonchalantly looked away, took out his phone, and played an audio clip.
“Little Sun Kindergarten is a bilingual kindergarten. Has Yuan Yuan had any exposure to English before?”
“No.”
Feng Qi replied, “I don’t speak English, so I can’t teach him.”
Hearing this, Li Sheng said calmly, “It’s okay. I’ll tutor him in English later.”
Sitting there, Feng Yuan blinked, not understanding what Big Daddy was playing for him.
Li Sheng was playing English nursery songs for him.
“Yuan Yuan, listening to English songs every day will help you learn English.”
As he spoke, Li Sheng placed the phone on the bedside and then picked Feng Yuan up.
The bed in the bedroom was very large.
To prevent Feng Yuan from falling off while sleeping, he slept in the middle, with Feng Qi beside him.
Li Sheng took the outer position.
At first, the three of them hadn’t slept on the same bed. But after returning from Jia City, Li Sheng, under the pretense of keeping Feng Yuan company, had continued to “sneak” onto the bed.
Feng Yuan was overjoyed that Big Daddy was joining him.
His little chubby hands patted the bed, inviting Big Daddy to make himself comfortable.
The bedroom lights were turned off, and the phone was placed face down to block any light from escaping.
In the darkness.
Feng Yuan’s eyes were wide open. He wasn’t sleepy.
He wanted to chat, but both daddies ignored him completely.
All he could hear were the English songs playing in his ears.
The English songs played on and on.
Before the second song even finished, Feng Yuan’s little head tilted, and he fell asleep.
Once he was asleep, Li Sheng reached for the phone and turned it off.
The air conditioner was on in the room.
Li Sheng tucked the blankets around the big and small bodies beside him.
“Cold?”
After adjusting the blankets, Li Sheng lay down and asked Feng Qi, who was right next to him.
Feng Yuan was very young. His body generated plenty of heat, and he tended to get hot.
Feng Qi’s body was weak, and he got cold easily.
Li Sheng had given them each a different blanket, but he still worried that Feng Qi might be cold.
Feng Qi didn’t respond.
Li Sheng leaned closer, and his large hand held Feng Qi’s. It was very cool.
The chill made Li Cheng frown.
Then, he used his foot to touch Feng Qi’s foot.
Also cold.
“Don’t move. I’m not cold. Let’s just sleep like this.”
Feng Qi, with his hand being held and his foot touched, muttered softly in the dark.
Li Sheng didn’t listen.
His body temperature was high. With Feng Yuan, they were like two fireballs—one big, one small.
Feng Qi’s hand was held, and his feet were covered by Li Sheng’s foot.
Li Sheng’s warm body heat, in the darkness of the night, was actually quite comforting.
Outside, the moon lazily yawned, slowly shrinking from a full moon to a half moon as it grew drowsy.
Feng Yuan woke up in the latter half of the night.
He sat up on the bed, needing to go pee.
Li Sheng had set up a voice-activated nightlight in the room.
Rubbing his eyes, Feng Yuan mumbled groggily, “Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, turn on the light. I need to pee.”
The smart Xiao Yuan responded in a mechanical voice, “Okay, Boss Yuan Yuan. Please put on your shoes before getting out of bed.”
This smart Xiao Yuan’s dialogue mode had been configured to call Feng Yuan “boss”.
Following Xiao Yuan’s reminder, Feng Yuan put on his slippers and went to the bathroom.
The bathroom had two toilets—a small one that was newly installed.
Feng Yuan sat on the small toilet, finished peeing, and even got his bottom automatically washed.
The warm air blew on his little bottom, waking Feng Yuan up a bit.
He stood by the toilet, touched his now-dry bottom, pulled up his pants, and went to wash his hands.
His little sink wasn’t ready yet.
Li Cheng had placed a small step on the floor so he could reach the sink.
The center of the sink had a large mirror.
Feng Yuan was running hot water and rubbing his little chubby hands. As he rubbed, he happened to look up and saw a figure in the mirror.
A figure in a white shirt.
Feng Yuan’s little chubby hands froze on the spot.
He looked down at his black-and-white striped cow-print pajamas. The little one didn’t dare lift his head again.
The hot water from the faucet kept trickling.
Just as Feng Yuan was frozen in place, the water suddenly… stopped.
Feng Yuan: “!”
This time, he wasn’t frozen anymore.
His two short little legs were trembling.
“Da… Dad…”
Feng Yuan’s normally rosy little face went pale in an instant from fright.
His tiny, high-pitched voice stammered, unable to call out properly.
The figure in the mirror seemed to be inching closer.
Feng Yuan felt as if he was being watched.
He held it in for a few seconds, but after a few moments, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His little legs trembled as he ran down the step, not looking back, straight toward the bedroom.
“Dad! Dad!!!”
Crying, Feng Yuan shouted as he ran toward the bedroom: “Yuan Yuan’s scared!”
His shout woke both daddies instantly.
The figure in the bathroom, seeing him run back to his Dad, regretfully vanished from the mirror.
This little chubby kid was really strange.
He had even posted a bounty on himself among the spirits, causing the figure to be shaken awake even while resting in a remote graveyard.
Now that he had come to meet the challenge, the little chubby kid ran away crying again.
“Forget it.”
The figure in the mirror sensed Feng Qi waking up and instinctively feared him.
He murmured, “We’ll meet again tomorrow.”
Moonlit: Ooooh~ Yuan Yuan’s little aunt~
