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Chapter 51

Today, Zhuang Yanyu’s happiness was obvious to the naked eye.

It was the kind of good mood anyone could see — written all over his face, impossible to hide.

He played the video in his hand over and over again, never getting tired of it; the more he watched, the happier he felt.

In the video, Zhou Qingcheng’s miserable screams echoed through the entire house.

But in Zhuang Yanyu’s ears, that sound became the most beautiful melody — the more he listened, the better it sounded.

In fact, the more tragically Zhou Qingcheng screamed, the happier he felt.

Seeing this, Wen Chenxi also found it funny. “You’ve been watching for a long time.”

Zhuang Yanyu replied very seriously, “Not that long. Only thirty-seven times.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the video ended.

Zhuang Yanyu silently tapped to start it for the thirty-eighth time.

Wen Chenxi: “…”

Once again, Wen Chenxi started to doubt.

Could there really be some deep, irreconcilable hatred between this Yuyu and Zhou Qingcheng?

Otherwise, why would the more miserable the other person was, the happier he became?

By the time Zhou Qingcheng finished applying medicine to his injuries and pitifully came out of the room, Zhuang Yanyu reluctantly turned off the video. He still wanted to keep watching.

As soon as he came downstairs, Zhou Qingcheng went to complain to him: “Xiao Yu, did you see? The way he went at me — he was practically trying to murder his own brother!”

Because Zhuang Yanyu had been so happy just now, he instinctively blurted out, “Pretty good.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “??”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Xiao Yu?”

I must’ve misheard. How could Xiao Yu say… pretty good?

We both love mechanical life, we both love programming!

We have the most common ground — the best tacit understanding!

Facing Zhou Qingcheng’s stunned gaze, Zhuang Yanyu quietly looked away, thinking to himself: Well, it was a pretty good beating.

“I just wanted to see whether you’ve slacked off on training while staying at the research institute. And clearly, you have — otherwise, you wouldn’t have been unable to fight back when I hit you.” Fortunately, Wen Chenxi helped Zhuang Yanyu by adding, “Xiao Yu also thinks you don’t exercise enough, so it’s good for you to learn a lesson.”

Ever since the accident when Zhou Qingcheng was young, Mother Wen had paid special attention to both brothers’ ability to protect themselves.

No need to mention Wen Chenxi — even before the incident, he had already started practicing Sanda.

After Zhou Qingcheng’s accident, Wen Chenxi trained even more.

As for Zhou Qingcheng, only after his health recovered did he gradually start exercising — first basic fitness, then self-defense.

But during the past two years, he had been at the research institute, completely absorbed in his work. How could he find the energy to keep training? So of course he couldn’t beat Wen Chenxi — just now he’d been completely overpowered.

Still, Zhou Qingcheng suspected his brother was simply using that as an excuse to beat him up.

Seeing how indignant he was, Wen Chenxi reminded him, “Don’t forget what you’re working on right now. Neglecting exercise is being irresponsible to yourself.”

Zhou Qingcheng immediately fell silent.

They were researching chips.

In many fields, the country’s technology had already surpassed that of other nations.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that in just over ten years, they had overtaken technologies that had taken other countries decades — even a century — to build.

But in some areas, they were still lacking.

Especially when it came to chips.

The real technology had always been in foreign hands, and whenever they wanted to make something high-end, they would be restricted by chips.

The team Zhou Qingcheng belonged to seemed on the surface to be corporate R&D, but in truth, it was actually state-supported.

Zhou Qingcheng was confident that they would definitely be able to develop what they were aiming for.

But if they truly succeeded, then their personal safety was something they really needed to pay attention to.

He was worried that there would be people out there who didn’t want them to succeed — who would try to strangle them in the cradle.

Zhou Qingcheng snorted twice, but ultimately didn’t keep arguing with Wen Chenxi.

Wen Chenxi said, “Have you packed? If you’re done, I’ll have the driver take you back.”

Reluctant to leave, Zhou Qingcheng’s gaze lingered on Zhuang Yanyu. “I’m leaving already? I haven’t even had time to really hang out with Xiao Yu. I wanted to make something small to give him…”

Wen Chenxi’s tone allowed no discussion. “You can make it at home. It won’t affect your creativity.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Making it here wouldn’t affect it either.”

Wen Chenxi: “Mm. But it affects my creativity.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “…”

Zhou Qingcheng felt even his brain was turning dirty.

Wow — listen to that.

What exactly are you planning to “get creative” with?

How can people not think dirty thoughts?

But Zhou Qingcheng wasn’t unreasonable. He more or less understood that couples need private space to go on dates.

With him acting like a giant third wheel here, it really wasn’t appropriate.

So muttering to himself, he still went upstairs to get his luggage.

Before leaving, he reluctantly looked at Zhuang Yanyu, eyes full of expectation. “Xiao Yu, if your hands get itchy, come find me. We’ll play with little parts together.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

The driver arrived to help carry the luggage.

Wen Chenxi had a bodyguard accompany Zhou Qingcheng, but he himself didn’t plan to go out — he only saw them to the door.

Clinging to the doorway, Zhou Qingcheng called out to Zhuang Yanyu, “Come over to my place for dinner in a few days!”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “I’ll miss you.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “…Just go already.”

After realizing that Zhuang Yanyu didn’t seem to feel even the slightest reluctance about parting with him, Zhou Qingcheng felt a bit heartbroken.

Such a wonderful Xiao Yu—why did he have to get married so young?

Zhou Qingcheng bid him farewell with great reluctance.

Just as Wen Chenxi was about to close the door, Zhou Qingcheng still couldn’t hold back. Seeing that the driver had gone toward the elevator, he lowered his voice and asked Wen Chenxi, “Bro, between you and Xiao Yu, who’s on top and who’s on the bottom?”

Although he spoke quietly, Zhuang Yanyu had been pricking up his ears the whole time, listening to Zhou Qingcheng’s movements, so he naturally heard that sentence.

He didn’t quite understand what it meant—who’s on top and who’s on the bottom?

Why would there suddenly be a need to divide him and A-Xi into “top” and “bottom”?

Wen Chenxi expressionlessly raised his hand.

Zhou Qingcheng hurriedly slung his backpack onto his back, and just as his brother’s fist was about to come down, he took off running.

His voice still echoed through the stairwell: “Got it, got it! It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!”

Wen Chenxi snorted coldly, thinking that if he hadn’t run fast enough, he’d have wanted to beat his younger brother again.

That wasn’t so bad either—one beating could make Yuyu laugh for a whole day. What a bargain.

Too bad it would have to wait until next time.

Wen Chenxi closed the door and saw Zhuang Yanyu standing by the sofa, looking at him.

Thinking about what Zhou Qingcheng had just said, Wen Chenxi wondered whether Xiao Yu had heard it. He hoped not.

But the next second, he heard him ask, “What does ‘who’s on top and who’s on the bottom’ mean? In what sense?”

Because Zhou Qingcheng’s question had come completely out of the blue, Zhuang Yanyu felt that no matter which aspect he tried to apply it to, it didn’t make sense.

Work? Daily life?

None of them seemed to fit that expression.

He had wanted to look it up online, but since Wen Chenxi had already chased his brother away, Zhuang Yanyu figured he might as well just ask A-Xi directly. He knew a lot—surely he’d know.

But after asking, he saw Wen Chenxi’s expression stiffen for a moment, and he gave him a rather indescribable look.

Zhuang Yanyu said, “A-Xi?”

Wen Chenxi didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked, “What do you want to eat for lunch?”

“Anything is fine,” Zhuang Yanyu replied.

So Wen Chenxi turned and went into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

Zhuang Yanyu followed right behind him.

When Wen Chenxi took vegetables out of the fridge, he stood behind him.

When Wen Chenxi washed the vegetables by the sink, he watched from the side.

When Wen Chenxi went to get the vegetable basket, he took it for him first.

Wen Chenxi couldn’t help but laugh.

Zhuang Yanyu looked at him in confusion. “?”

Wen Chenxi set down the basket and asked, “You really want to know that badly?”

Zhuang Yanyu said seriously, “It’s a gap in my knowledge.”

He didn’t really allow himself to have gaps like that.

Wen Chenxi had no way to deal with him, so he could only lean close and quietly whisper a sentence into his ear: “ ‘Who’s on top and who’s on the bottom’ means…”

Zhuang Yanyu: “……”

Wen Chenxi: “Got it?”

Zhuang Yanyu: “……Oh.”

Zhuang Yanyu turned around and prepared to leave the kitchen.

He planned to go to the study and continue researching things related to this topic.

Thinking that he had absolutely no experience, how could his “technique” possibly be good?

No wonder Zhou Qingcheng had been so worried about A-Xi this morning…

He suddenly felt a lack of confidence in himself.

Zhuang Yanyu secretly made up his mind on the spot: he had to study hard, and ideally, not hurt A-Xi.

But before he could even step out of the kitchen, Wen Chenxi wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back.

Zhuang Yanyu’s first reaction was to look at the vegetables Wen Chenxi was preparing and ask, “Do you need any help?”

“No need for help.” Wen Chenxi took off his glasses. His gaze lingered on Zhuang Yanyu’s eyes, then his nose, and finally stopped at his lips. “I just want to kiss Yuyu.”

Zhuang Yanyu wasn’t a particularly stingy boyfriend. He felt that as a man, it was only right to satisfy some small requests from his partner.

So he agreed. “At most one minute.”

Wen Chenxi leaned in and kissed him.

That was when Zhuang Yanyu realized that kissing while standing felt different from kissing while lying on a bed.

When they kissed lying down the night before, it felt as though the other person wanted to devour him completely—close, dense contact, not leaving even the smallest gap.

Body to body, lips to lips.

A-Xi would hold him very tightly.

But standing and kissing wasn’t like that. His hands and feet could move; he wasn’t “controlled” and was still free.

The kiss wasn’t as intense either—at least he could still breathe in fresh air.

Perhaps noticing his lack of focus, Wen Chenxi lightly bit him as a form of punishment.

Zhuang Yanyu frowned slightly. He didn’t realize it was a punishment and instead corrected Wen Chenxi’s “mistake,” pushing him vaguely and saying, “A-Xi, you bit me. Your kissing skills have gotten worse.”

Wen Chenxi: “…?”

Wen Chenxi: “They haven’t gotten worse.”

He lowered his head again, planning to kiss him properly this time—at the very least, to let him know his skills hadn’t declined.

Wen Chenxi felt that even though it was also his first time kissing someone,

men usually had some talent in these matters anyway.

In any case, Wen Chenxi was not going to admit that his kissing was bad.

“Wait.” Zhuang Yanyu made a stopping gesture. “The one minute is up.”

He even picked up Wen Chenxi’s hand and showed him the time on his watch, saying seriously, “It went over by eight seconds, but I’ll round it down for you.”

Wen Chenxi: “……”

Both annoyed and amused, Wen Chenxi vigorously ruffled Zhuang Yanyu’s hair. “Yuyu, you were counting the time the whole time?”

Zhuang Yanyu said, “I didn’t mean to count. It was just instinctive. Last night when you kissed me, I couldn’t think of this at all…”

When he got to this point, Zhuang Yanyu paused, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

So he went ahead and said it—A-Xi’s kissing skills must have regressed.

Last night, when he and A-Xi were kissing, he was completely dazed, his mind blank, even the internal timer in his head was gone.

But right now, he remembered everything perfectly clearly.

There could only be one reason…

Although Zhuang Yanyu didn’t say it outright, combined with what he’d just said, how could Wen Chenxi not understand? It made his teeth itch with irritation.

Saying he’d regressed.

Wen Chenxi changed positions and said seriously, “No regression. Again.”

Zhuang Yanyu covered his mouth and backed away. “No more.”

He’d already realized last night—once A-Xi started kissing, he wouldn’t stop. If this continued, his lips would go numb again.

Seeing that Wen Chenxi seemed unwilling to let it go, Zhuang Yanyu quickly said, “Switch to brother mode.”

Wen Chenxi: “……”

Wen Chenxi deeply regretted things now.

If he’d known that “brother mode” would be like this, he would never have said before that he wouldn’t hug his brother or want to kiss his own brother.

And he definitely wouldn’t have obediently followed the rules when this little Yu told him to switch back to being brothers.

Which resulted in the current situation—under “brother mode,” he couldn’t do anything at all.

At the same time, at the Wen family home.

Song Yunyue had prepared lots of snacks and fruit that Zhou Qingcheng liked when he was young, just waiting for him to come back.

Wen Jingzhong kept walking over to the front gate to look outside, then walking back when he didn’t see anyone.

Back and forth, without stopping for a moment.

Everyone living in this villa neighborhood was wealthy. Their next-door neighbor was the old home of Ji Zhiyuan.

Ji Zhiyuan’s mother was Song Yunyue’s close friend. After hearing that the brothers would be coming back for the National Day holiday, she came over to the Wen house early in the morning to sit and chat.

“Your two sons are still better off, at least they have normal holidays. Look at my two boys—working in this industry, when everyone else gets time off, they get even busier.”

Song Yunyue smiled. “The entertainment industry is different.”

Mrs. Ji seemed to remember something and asked, “You said last time—did Chenxi really find a partner? Will he come back together with him today?”

At the mention of this, Song Yunyue’s smile grew even wider. “Not sure if they’ll come back today. Those two kids, who knows what’s going on—last time I asked, they said they weren’t together yet. I don’t quite understand it myself, but our Chenxi really likes him.”

Mrs. Ji sighed. “At least you have a shadow to look at. Look at my two—Zhiyuan aside, my eldest is already 33! Not even a hint of a partner. If it really doesn’t work out, bringing a boy home like your Chenxi does would be fine too.”

Wen Jingzhong had just walked back inside, and as soon as he heard that, his expression soured. He snapped at Song Yunyue, “Bring home what boy? I’m telling you, I absolutely won’t agree to this!”

Song Yunyue and Mrs. Ji ignored him and continued talking.

“I heard Old Zhou say that Yanyu is very well-behaved and smart, too. There was that talent incentive award at Chenxi’s company—it was him who got it. He’s only 23, just graduated, and apparently he’s mostly self-taught!”

Mrs. Ji nodded repeatedly. “That kid is really outstanding—very good! I was thinking, your Chenxi has always aimed for first place in everything since he was little—best grades, best rankings in competitions—so the person he’s found this time must be no ordinary person either.”

Song Yunyue was delighted. “Exactly! Ever since he was young, he’s wanted the best of everything and to be the best at everything. I was even worried his standards were too high and that there wouldn’t be many people he liked.”

The more she talked, the more excited Song Yunyue became.

The more Wen Jingzhong listened, the angrier he got. “Hah. That so-called talent incentive award—wasn’t it just one sentence from Wen Chenxi? Did you ever consider that maybe your son was just bewitched, listened to some sweet talk, and opened a little back door for him?”

Song Yunyue frowned. “Can you be quiet for once?”

Wen Jingzhong exploded in anger. “In any case, I absolutely will not agree to him being with a man! Hasn’t he thought about it? The Wen family has so many businesses—if he’s with a man, who’s going to inherit the company in the future? Who’s going to manage the Wen family’s assets?”

Song Yunyue was about to say something more when they heard the sound of a car outside.

Mrs. Ji clapped her hands. “Oh! They’re back, they’re back!”

Song Yunyue immediately abandoned Wen Jingzhong and went out with Mrs. Ji to greet them.

As soon as Zhou Qingcheng got out of the car, he saw pairs of eyes full of anticipation and a hint of surprise.

He felt a little overwhelmed. “Mom, Aunt Tong, uh… Dad—why are you all out here?”

Were they welcoming him?

Zhou Qingcheng suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Had it really been too long since he’d come home?

Had Mom missed him this much?

Sigh, next time he really should come home more often—he couldn’t keep only going back to the Zhou family’s place…

Before that thought even finished forming, he saw Song Yunyue lean against the car window and look inside. Even Wen Jingzhong’s gaze wasn’t on him, but on the car behind him.

Zhou Qingcheng: “??”

Song Yunyue: “Your brother didn’t come back?”

Zhou Qingcheng: “……”

Coldly, Zhou Qingcheng thought: then I’m not coming back for New Year either!

Although Song Yunyue was a bit disappointed not to see her eldest son and his boyfriend, she was still happy that her younger son had returned. She quickly took Zhou Qingcheng by the hand and led him inside.

“Come in, come in—Mom prepared lots of fruit you like.”

Zhou Qingcheng, who had just been determined to stay cold and aloof, was instantly bought over. He sat on the sofa, enjoying his own mother’s attentive care.

Song Yunyue didn’t forget to ask, “You stayed at your brother’s place last night? Did you see Xiao Yu there?”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Of course.”

Song Yunyue asked eagerly, “What’s he like?”

Mrs. Ji also craned her neck to listen in.

Zhou Qingcheng said, “Xiao Yu is of course great. He’s really handsome, and he treats me especially well.”

He took out a robot from his backpack that Zhuang Yanyu had modified and said, “This is the robot I gave him before. He even helped me upgrade the system. I’m planning to take it back after the National Day holiday to study it. He gave me the system too—free of charge.”

The more Song Yunyue listened, the more satisfied she became. “He’s that impressive?”

Mrs. Ji said sourly, “Your Chenxi is really lucky.”

The two women asked Zhou Qingcheng about Zhuang Yanyu for quite a while longer before heading to the kitchen to get busy.

As soon as the two women left, Wen Jingzhong crept over and asked, “That man is already living at your brother’s place now?”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Yes.”

Wen Jingzhong’s brows knitted tightly. “I heard he hasn’t even been at the company for half a year, right? Does your brother really understand what kind of person he is? How can he have zero guard up?”

Zhou Qingcheng: “I think Xiao Yu is pretty good.”

Wen Jingzhong snapped, “Good my foot! As long as he’s a man, it’s no good!”

Zhou Qingcheng replied, “Then go say it to him yourself. See if my brother listens to you.”

Wen Jingzhong was so angry he stood up, took a few steps, then came back again. “Pull that person back into that WeChat group from last time. I want to chat with him.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Not doing it.”

Wen Jingzhong fumed.

After a moment, another thought occurred to him. “I think I added him as a friend before.”

As he spoke, he hurried to grab his phone, planning to have a good talk with that ‘Zhuang Yanyu,’ preferably to make him back off on his own.

Zhou Qingcheng grew alert. “What are you doing?”

Wen Jingzhong said, “Adult business—kids stay out of it.”

With that, he took his phone and went upstairs.

Although Zhou Qingcheng knew Wen Jingzhong’s words probably wouldn’t work, he was still worried that he’d really go looking for Zhuang Yanyu, so he quickly called Wen Chenxi.

The call connected, but Wen Chenxi only said calmly, “Got it.”

Zhou Qingcheng asked worriedly, “Then are you still coming home for dinner during Mid-Autumn Festival?”

Wen Chenxi replied, “We’ll see. Hanging up now—after we eat, we still have to catch a flight.”

Zhou Qingcheng was puzzled. Catch a flight? Where to?

Wen Chenxi didn’t explain and hung up directly.

He hadn’t woken up late that morning—not because he overslept.

It was because after Zhuang Yanyu got up to go exercise, he had been packing their luggage.

After lunch, Wen Chenxi came downstairs with two suitcases.

Zhuang Yanyu looked confused. “Are we going out?”

Wen Chenxi smiled. “Yes.”

“But it’s the National Day Golden Week now—there are people everywhere,” Zhuang Yanyu said, a little reluctant to go out.

According to the data he’d collected, the National Day Golden Week was when the most people traveled, especially at major tourist attractions, which were packed shoulder to shoulder.

Wen Chenxi said softly, “Don’t worry. There won’t be many people, and you don’t need to worry about tickets either. I applied for the flight route last week—we’re taking a private plane.”

He’d originally planned to take Zhuang Yanyu on a trip during National Day to deepen their feelings.

At the time, he’d only been thinking about treating him even better, hoping he’d accept him sooner.

He hadn’t expected that the two of them would get together last night, so this trip turned into their first date.

An unexpected delight, really.

Hearing that even the flight route had already been arranged, Zhuang Yanyu could only follow him out.

Along the way, Wen Chenxi didn’t tell him where they were going.

When the plane landed, Zhuang Yanyu’s first sensation was cold.

No wonder, while they were on the plane, Wen Chenxi had taken out a very thick coat and told him to put it on.

After getting off the plane, they got straight into a car. Zhuang Yanyu only had time to catch sight of some signs around them.

But just those signs alone were enough for him to deduce where they were.

Wen Chenxi even said, “Close your eyes later. I’ve got a surprise for you—you’ll definitely like it here.”

Zhuang Yanyu hesitated.

But seeing how much his “brother” was looking forward to giving him this surprise, Zhuang Yanyu could only press his head against the car window.

Fine, fine—he’d pretend not to know.

Before they reached their destination, Wen Chenxi covered Zhuang Yanyu’s eyes with his hand. “Yuyu, no peeking.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Okay.”

With his eyes covered, Wen Chenxi guided him out of the car.

As soon as they got out, a wave of cold air rushed over him.

Wen Chenxi led him forward a few steps, then slowly let go and said, “Yuyu, you can open your eyes now.”

Zhuang Yanyu obediently opened his eyes.

Before him was a world of pure white.

Under a blue sky, as far as the eye could see, everything was white.

Under the sunlight, it seemed as though countless halos of light appeared in his vision. When he spoke, his breath turned into mist.

Zhuang Yanyu froze for a moment. Although he’d already expected it, he still paused when he actually saw it.

Wen Chenxi looked at him expectantly. “Yuyu, do you like it?”

Only then did Zhuang Yanyu belatedly realize that his reaction seemed too calm. He hurriedly let out a “wow” and said, “I like it.”

But his acting skills really weren’t great, and Wen Chenxi saw through it at a glance.

Wen Chenxi said helplessly, “You don’t seem particularly surprised.”

Zhuang Yanyu hesitated.

Wen Chenxi understood. “How did you guess?”

Zhuang Yanyu replied, “By calculating the flight time, and from some of the airport signs. And then we drove for such a long time after landing.”

It was honestly hard not to guess…

Zhuang Yanyu said a little ruefully, “Should I have pretended to be a bit dumber?”

Wen Chenxi laughed, half amused and half helpless. “How could that be? A smart Yuyu is great too.”

He pulled Zhuang Yanyu down to crouch and touch the snow. “The weather’s been pretty abnormal this year. Some places farther north started snowing as early as September. This is the northernmost part of our country—normally, it’s late October or November before there’s a lot of snow. But this year is different from usual; by October, it’s already snowed several times.”

He had Zhuang Yanyu reach out and touch the snow with his hand.

It really was Zhuang Yanyu’s first time touching snow. Unlike the little snowman from last time, this snow was very soft—almost like cotton—but when he touched it, it was also a bit wet.

“So cold, so soft.” Zhuang Yanyu couldn’t put it down and touched it again. In the end, he simply scooped up a big handful. His hands instantly turned red from the cold. “A-Xi, you touch it— it’s really soft.”

“I’ve touched it already.” Wen Chenxi smiled as he looked at him. “I know why the weather is so unusual this year.”

Zhuang Yanyu was curious. “Why?”

Wen Chenxi said solemnly, “It must be because it knew our Yuyu was coming, so it prepared this icy, snowy world in advance just to wait for you.”

Zhuang Yanyu’s eyes curved as he pressed his lips together and smiled, the dimples at the corners of his mouth faintly appearing.

Wen Chenxi smiled as he watched him.

Zhuang Yanyu looked at the vast stretch of white before him again.

Actually, compared to the places he’d gone with Long Aotian in his previous life, this place really wasn’t anything special.

But this was the first time he had ever touched real snow with his own hands.

Touched something different in this world.

That feeling was really, really good.

“Thank you, A-Xi. I really like it.”

“As long as you like it.” Wen Chenxi poked his dimple. “Don’t you like snowmen? Let’s build one.”

“Okay!”

Because the snowfall wasn’t very heavy or thick, the snowman they built wasn’t very big—basically not even up to their knees.

Zhuang Yanyu’s perfectionism kicked in at this moment. The two eyes had to be exactly the same size; the proportions of the nose, mouth, and eyes had to match the most perfect facial ratio. Even the snowman’s head had to be as round as a perfect circle.

By the time they finished building the snowman, two hours had already passed.

A snowman this big couldn’t be taken away—move it even a little and it would fall apart—so Zhuang Yanyu could only take photos to keep as memories. He took ten photos from every angle and sent them all to Old Zhuang.

When they finally headed back to the hotel, he was very reluctant to leave.

They’d played for too long, and as soon as he returned to the hotel, he sneezed several times in a row.

Without another word, Wen Chenxi filled the bathtub with water and forced him to soak for half an hour.

Zhuang Yanyu thought about it, then said, “A-Xi, you played for a long time too. Come down, let’s soak together.”

Wen Chenxi: “……?”

Author’s Note:

PS—

President Wen, unable to control his nosebleed: “…Together? Really?”

Papa Wen, furious: I do not allow this!

Looks around—no one is paying attention to him…

Papa Wen: Well, you could at least try to persuade me! Persuade me a bit! (I’m actually very easy to appease!)

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