The joy of bathing lies in relieving the pressure throughout the body, slowing down the tense pace of life, and entering a calm and peaceful bedtime. However, tonight, Wen Jiaxuan bathed with great impatience, as if receiving a notification that the water would be cut off in five minutes.
He quickly washed himself and made sure to clean his rubber duck thoroughly. Thinking about relaxing the back as well, he hesitated, considering it was his own home, and even with good soundproofing, being too unrestrained wouldn’t be appropriate.
Exiting the bathroom, Wen Jiaxuan swiftly returned to his room, then picked up his small pillow, heading towards his brother’s room.
To reach his brother’s room, he had to pass through Wen Hua’s bedroom. Wen Hua hadn’t closed the door; he was at his desk operating the computer. Upon hearing the sound, he glanced at Wen Jiaxuan and said, “I told you to sleep separately. What are you doing?”
“What separation? Not thinking at all about our son’s happiness!”
Before the words fully dropped, Wen Jiaxuan’s figure had already flashed past.
Before the words had fully dropped, Wen Jiaxuan’s figure had already flashed past.
In Wen Yiran’s room, there was a double bed. When Wen Yiran got married early on and didn’t immediately buy a house, he and his wife lived in the family home for a while before moving out, leaving the double bed behind.
Wen Jiaxuan darted into his brother’s room, swiftly tossing the small pillow onto the bed. Rubbing his hands together eagerly, he pounced towards Wu Zehao, exclaiming, “Darling, I’m here!”
Wu Zehao caught the incoming Wen Jiaxuan and playfully smacked his buttocks, saying, “Daring to call me that?”
Wen Jiaxuan grinned, “You’re the one I officially wed according to my dad. Happy about that?”
Wu Zehao’s face darkened, and he asked ominously, “I haven’t settled the score with you yet. When do you plan to tell me about your dad being the chief editor at Company A?”
Wen Jiaxuan immediately felt guilty, scooting away from Wu Zehao’s embrace, kneeling on the bed and avoiding eye contact as he said, “I just haven’t found the right moment.”
“No right moment?” Wu Zehao raised an eyebrow. “I foolishly put your photo in the magazine, and you think I’m waiting to see myself being embarrassed?”
“Not at all.” Thinking about that photo, Wen Jiaxuan’s cheeks blushed again. He nestled into Wu Zehao’s embrace and said softly, “Boss, you made me look really good.”
Wu Zehao pinched his cheek, pretending to be angry but unable to muster real anger. “Do you know how I felt getting a call from your father in the middle of the day?”
The reason Wu Zehao was at Wen Jiaxuan’s home was that after the father-son conversation at noon, Wen Hua, using the contact information from Zeyou Travel, called Wu Zehao.
Wen Hua’s intention was simple; he wanted to talk to Wu Zehao in person. When Wu Zehao heard that the caller was the chief editor of Company A and then discovered it was also Wen Jiaxuan’s father, he was left dumbfounded on the spot.
Explaining such a complex situation over the phone was challenging, so Wu Zehao immediately got the address from Wen Hua and booked the next available flight to P City.
The flight from H City to P City took about two hours. Taking into account the time spent traveling between the city and the airport, Wu Zehao arrived at Wen Jiaxuan’s home around 5 PM.
Wen Jiaxuan had been studying until a little past 4 PM, unintentionally dozing off on the bed. When Wu Zehao arrived, he was still in the process of waking up.
Seeing Wen Jiaxuan with his head at the foot of the bed, in an unsightly sleeping position, Wu Zehao gently adjusted him and even kissed his forehead.
Afterward, Wen Jiaxuan woke up, had dinner, and was startled to find Wu Zehao there, thinking he was still dreaming.
“Did my dad give you a hard time?” Wen Jiaxuan asked, leaning on Wu Zehao’s chest.
“No, he’s quite reasonable,” replied Wu Zehao, rubbing the back of Wen Jiaxuan’s neck.
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“That’s too simple.” Wen Jiaxuan’s fingers continued their descent.
“What else do you want?” Wu Zehao flipped over, pinning Wen Jiaxuan beneath him.
After some playful teasing, Wen Jiaxuan suddenly thought of a crucial issue, applied the brakes, and said, “Wait a moment, I need to get some tissue.”
Wen Yiran’s room usually wasn’t occupied, so there were no corresponding daily necessities. A small piece of tissue might seem insignificant on ordinary days, but in such moments, it became particularly crucial.
Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help but praise his own cleverness.
He cautiously opened the room door, glanced at Wen Hua’s bedroom, saw the door was closed, and then stealthily made his way to the living room.
Even though his dad, like him, was a man and could surely understand, being caught in the act by an elder was undeniably awkward.
There was a box of tissues on the coffee table in the living room. Borrowing it temporarily wouldn’t leave a trace.
Wen Jiaxuan quietly grabbed the tissue box, eager to return. However, just at that moment, Wen Hua’s bedroom door suddenly opened. Wen Hua, dressed in pajamas and sleep pants, walked out, clearly heading to the bathroom.
Wen Jiaxuan instinctively tried to hide, but not far away, Wen Hua casually turned on the corridor light, and so father and son faced each other.
“Cough, Dad.” Wen Jiaxuan awkwardly said, “Um, just need to get some tissue.”
Wen Hua glanced at the prominently raised rubber duck on Wen Jiaxuan’s sleep pants, a complex expression on his face. “…”
Wen Jiaxuan belatedly noticed Wen Hua’s gaze and hurriedly used the tissue box to shield the rubber duck. Nevertheless, an awkward atmosphere had already enveloped the entire living room.
It was suffocating, incredibly suffocating.
“Dad, I’ve grown up; it’s normal to have needs,” Wen Jiaxuan pretended to be calm.
“Sure,” Wen Hua’s expression was indescribable. He slowly said, “I heard from colleagues that their sons handle it discreetly. Your brother went through a phase, but you seem to have never… I was worried that you might not be normal.”
“Cough, well, I’m not abnormal,” Wen Jiaxuan blushed. “I just suppressed it for too long, and the rebound was quite intense.”
Wen Hua waved his hand, indicating for Wen Jiaxuan to disappear, then continued walking toward the bathroom.
Wen Jiaxuan swiftly returned to his room, diving into Wu Zehao’s arms. “Darling, I’m back!”
Ten minutes later.
“Sob… Can’t you let me have a moment… Stinky boss…”
“We’re all men… Just call whatever… What’s the big deal…”
“I-I’m sorry… Husband… You’re my husband…”
…
Wu Zehao still had work to do, and he couldn’t stay in P City for too long.
Wen Hua already had a clear idea about the magazine’s selection. If everything went as expected, the collaboration partner in the travel category would be “Zeyou Travel.” However, Wen Hua didn’t allow Wen Jiaxuan’s photo to appear in the magazine. Wu Zehao had no choice but to delete it and come up with a new theme and layout.
Wen Hua gave Wu Zehao a deadline, insisting on a resubmission before the end of the National Day holiday, with no compromise on quality. Despite the tight timeline, Wu Zehao decided to take a day off to accompany Wen Jiaxuan before returning to H City.
Early the next morning, the two borrowed Wen Hua’s camera, planning to explore P City. However, as they were about to leave, Wen Jiaxuan was surprised to find that his dad had also changed into outing clothes and hung a mirrorless camera around his neck, already wearing his shoes.
“Dad, are you also going out for a photo shoot?” Wen Jiaxuan asked, bewildered.
In recent years, his dad rarely touched a camera, so he wondered what had inspired him today.
“It’s been a long time since Dad took pictures of you. Today is a good opportunity for us father and son to reminisce about old times,” Wen Hua kindly explained.
“…,” Wen Jiaxuan awkwardly gestured toward Wu Zehao beside him. “But… he already took pictures of me.”
“He is him, and I am me,” Wen Hua calmly stated. “In the past, Dad used to take the best pictures of you.”
Wen Jiaxuan hesitated, unsure how to refuse politely.
Wu Zehao patted Wen Jiaxuan’s shoulder, reassuring him, “It’s okay; I’ll take pictures of you together with the chief editor.”
Wen Jiaxuan pouted with a sense of grievance as their hard-earned private time together turned into a trio outing.
The three of them visited a nearby, less famous but beautiful park in P City. As it wasn’t a prominent attraction, the park had fewer visitors, mainly local residents.
Wen Jiaxuan amused himself while Wu Zehao and Wen Hua continuously snapped pictures, making Wen Jiaxuan feel like a celebrity.
“Wenwen, look this way,” Wen Hua said.
“Jiajia, over here,” Wu Zehao called.
“Wen Jiaxuan, give us a smile,” Wen Hua requested.
“Wife, give me a look,” Wu Zehao added.
…
Wen Jiaxuan got annoyed with their directing and decided to sit on a stone bench in the octagonal pavilion, declaring a strike, “I’m done, I’m done. You’re exhausting me.”
However, the other two ignored him and continued looking at each other’s screens, both refusing to concede.
Wen Hua disdainfully remarked, “For portrait photography, it’s best to use a 50mm focal length. Look at what you shot with a 35mm, so distorted.”
Wu Zehao countered, “Portrait photography should also highlight the individual’s characteristics. While 50mm provides the most realistic effect, using a 35mm can emphasize his facial features, making him look cuter.”
Wen Hua disagreed, “What’s the point of shooting cuteness? Realism is the most important.”
Wu Zehao remained defiant, “That’s an outdated mindset. With the increasing functionalities of cameras, creatively using them to achieve your desired shots is the joy of photography.”
Wen Hua began to show off, “How long have you been into photography? I had my first camera when you weren’t even born.”
Wu Zehao cleverly dodged the question, “I need to do a lot of shooting every month. Sometimes, just one outing fills up an entire memory card.”
“Quantity doesn’t equal knowledge.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“Will you two ever stop?” Wen Jiaxuan, looking at the two childish “big boys,” was speechless. “It’s just taking pictures, what’s there to argue about?”
Wen Hua coughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact, while Wu Zehao wisely kept silent, choosing not to argue with his father-in-law.
The day passed quickly. Wen Jiaxuan and Wu Zehao spent another “intimate” night together. The next day, Wen Jiaxuan reluctantly sent Wu Zehao to the airport.
At the departure gate, Wen Jiaxuan was reluctant to let go of Wu Zehao’s suitcase, his face clearly showing his desire to fly back to H City with him.
“Be good, let go of my hand,” Wu Zehao rubbed Wen Jiaxuan’s head, “Study well, and after your exams, I’ll come to see you.”
“But there’s still a month left.” Wen Jiaxuan complained, “I won’t be able to touch the eagle for a whole month.”
Wu Zehao suddenly found it amusing, “Do you like me or the eagle?”
“Hus—”
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Wu Zehao interrupted Wen Jiaxuan with self-awareness, “I’ll video call you at night.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes lit up, “Really? No backing out, okay?”
“Yes, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your exam preparation.”
“I promise it won’t!”
Wen Jiaxuan continued to linger until Wen Hua, waiting in the parking lot, called to urge him. Reluctantly, Wen Jiaxuan bid farewell to Wu Zehao with multiple backward glances.
After passing through security, Wu Zehao called Zhang Zhitao.
“How much did you spend on the house you bought in P City a few days ago?”
Thank you for the chapter!! I get to see my lovelies again! (¯ ³¯)♡
Awwww look at our wu zehao, willing to move to P City for wifey 😆
Mega points to the Dad for coping with his son and boyfriend so gracefully.