The unexpected answer can be quite suffocating.
At this moment, Huo Yunchuan’s face darkened. It’s easy to make An Wuyang misunderstand. Is it because he spoke up for something that displeased Mr. Huo?
He couldn’t help but mutter in his heart, just a pair of pajamas, is it really necessary?
“If you like it, I’ll have Chen arrange to bring it all to you this afternoon.” Huo Yunchuan pretended to be indifferent and immediately called Secretary Chen, giving detailed instructions.
This included the promised balcony potted plants, An Wuyang’s books, and the darned pants.
At half past five in the afternoon, Chen Fang arrived in a small pickup truck at the entrance of the president’s office.
First, he brought up a box of books and clothes, then continued to move the potted plants.
For ease of transportation, flower pots and green plants were not placed together and had to be potted by themselves.
By this time, An Wuyang had been awake for a long time. Hearing the movement on the balcony, he quickly came out to help… loosen the soil.
Huo Yunchuan, with a 20-kilogram potted plant in each hand, took it for granted. Seeing An Wuyang also there, he couldn’t bear to ask him not to be in the way.
So he could only go around him and continue moving things.
Chen Fang brought up a lush, large plant and asked breathlessly, “President Huo, where should this Dracaena be placed?” He was astonished to find that the person squatting on the balcony was not President Huo but a young man with a delicate and handsome face.
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Huo Yunchuan stood at the other end of the balcony, turned around, and said to his subordinate, “Put it in the living room.”
An Wuyang held a shovel in his hand, concentrating on shoveling soil and planting a blooming pelargonium.
He suddenly noticed a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes looking at him. Apparently, this was Secretary Chen, as mentioned by Mr. Huo.
“Hello,” An Wuyang greeted with a smile. “Brother Chen, thank you for your hard work.”
With the greeting, Chen Fang could see his face clearly. He was quite surprised. “Hello.” Could this be the president’s relative? Chen Fang thought with curiosity and respect.
After exchanging greetings, An Wuyang lowered his head to continue shoveling soil.
The flowering period of pelargonium is from May to July. Judging by the plant’s growth, it will definitely bloom in the next few days.
After planting, he took out a watering can and sprinkled a little water on the flowers.
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The three of them worked together for an hour and finally tidied up the balcony, expecting it to be full of blossoms very soon.
“Huo, President, I’ll take my leave now,” Chen Fang said.
“Sure, go ahead,” Huo Yunchuan didn’t have the time to turn around and bid farewell to his secretary. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he was washing An Wuyang’s hands, covered in soil.
Chen Fang was dumbfounded, thinking that for someone not short in stature, being doted on like this, could he be the president’s younger brother?
However, he hadn’t heard that the president had such a young brother.
An Wuyang finished washing his hands and found a towel to dry them. He remembered the books he bought this afternoon and started unpacking them with a small knife.
“Comprehensive Dessert Tasting,” “Pastry Bible,” “Kneading Dough,” and so on. The entire box seemed enough for a prolonged reading session.
An Wuyang opened one of the books and, following the content, began mentally calculating the tools he needed to purchase.
“Sigh.” Suddenly, he sighed. Once immersed in baking, it was indeed like entering a deep sea. The seniors were not casually saying things.
In Huo Yunchuan’s bedroom, there was a wall full of bookshelves. Looking at the books here, An Wuyang realized they were completely different from those in Mr. Huo’s office. Not a single one piqued his interest.
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Of course, because these were the books moved from Huo Yunchuan’s office.
Huo Yunchuan cleared a small space to place An Wuyang’s beloved baking books.
Suddenly, An Wuyang’s phone rang. This was a rare occurrence; someone was actually calling him.
He picked up the phone and found it was his younger brother calling. He answered, “Hello, little brother?”
His brother’s voice came through the phone, “Bro, sister is leaving for the United States the day after tomorrow. Mom wants you to come home tomorrow afternoon.”
An Wuyang replied, “Oh.” It seemed like it was already September.
His brother continued, “Mom said we’re going to a restaurant. Let’s have the Thai cuisine that sister has always wanted.”
“Oh?” An Wuyang exclaimed again. When he thought of Thai cuisine, wasn’t there a strong curry flavor? That might not work; he would definitely feel nauseous smelling it himself.
He considered the possibility of changing his mom’s decision for a moment, unfortunately realizing it was close to zero, which made the situation awkward.
His brother said, “It’s settled then. Remember to come back early.”
An Wuyang dryly replied with a ‘good,’ and the frustration on his face was evident.
Huo Yunchuan helped him arrange the books and, seeing his expression, asked, “Whose call was it?”
An Wuyang replied, “My younger brother.”
The older man frowned, casually asking, “What did he say?”
Like a spilled bag of beans, the little angel explained the whole story with his fair face wrinkled, “What’s Thai cuisine like? Does it have a strong curry flavor?”
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He had eaten curry fish balls for five yuan a skewer while studying, and that taste was quite pungent.
Huo Yunchuan replied, “It’s somewhat similar, not suitable for you.”
“What should I do then?” An Wuyang said, “I have to attend for sure.”
If he didn’t go, his sister would definitely have opinions, and his mom’s explosive temper would go off.
Based on An Wuyang’s reaction, Huo Yunchuan once again thought about An Wuyang’s family situation and wasn’t in a very good mood. “Actually, it’s not difficult. Just change the dinner location,” he said, taking out his phone and contacting the manager of the Lafayette Castle Hotel to book a luxurious private room.
If there’s a free luxurious dinner, would An Wuyang’s family refuse?
The answer would be known by trying.
An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan with a complex expression, feeling a bit guilty and moved. “Then I’ll call them and tell them. And thank you.”
Huo Yunchuan said casually, “Our baby is about to be born, and you still need to thank me?”
An Wuyang speechlessly touched his stomach; it was not even two months yet. Where did the ‘about to be born’ come from in Mr. Huo’s unreliable narrative, he wondered.
“Hello?” His mom’s call connected, and An Wuyang nervously said, “Mom, have you had dinner?”
Ding Wei replied, “Getting ready to eat. What’s going on?” She had just received a call from her third son to the second, and now the second son was calling again, making her quite puzzled.
“It’s like this, regarding the dinner tomorrow night, my classmate’s dad heard about it and gave me a six-person luxury private room. It’s not far, it’s at the Lafayette Castle Hotel,” An Wuyang said in one breath, following Huo Yunchuan’s instructions.
“What hotel did you say?” Ding Wei asked in surprise.
An Wuyang repeated, “Lafayette Castle Hotel.”
“Is this… real or fake?” Ding Wei asked again, full of doubt.
She knew there was such a hotel in the capital, but the consumption level was generally high, and a luxury private room would be worth at least a few thousand yuan. Even if An Wuyang’s classmate’s family was wealthy, it wouldn’t be a casual gift of a few thousand yuan, right?
An Wuyang quickly said, “It’s real. If you don’t believe it, you can call the hotel and say it’s Mr. Huo who booked the room.”
Ding Wei thought about it. It made sense; her second son wasn’t the type to deceive people. “Alright, let’s go with that. Remember to properly thank them.”
An Wuyang said, “Mm, I know.”
Ding Wei added, “Are you coming home and going with us, or are you going directly to the hotel entrance?”
An Wuyang immediately said, “I’ll wait for you at the hotel entrance.”
After saying this, he felt a bit lost because a few days ago, he seemed to have wanted to go home.
Now he had quickly adapted to the life in his new home, even feeling that everything in the new home was good, and Mr. Huo was also good.
“Ah…” An Wuyang rubbed his indifferent handsome face, feeling a bit stirred by his own callousness.
Poor mom and dad, he thought.
After dinner, An Wuyang took out his old clothes, planning to iron them for tomorrow night’s banquet.
Huo Yunchuan watched silently on the side, especially speechless. He thought An Wuyang had already thrown away this set of clothes.
It was An Wuyang’s first time using an iron. At the beginning, he was a bit flustered and almost burned a hole in his pants.
Once he got the hang of it, An Wuyang found ironing quite enjoyable. “Mr. Huo, do you have any clothes that need ironing? I can help you with that.”
Huo Yunchuan, maintaining a stern and serious face, appeared to be reading, but in reality, he was secretly observing the little angel’s every move through the book spine.
He was well aware that An Wuyang’s ironing skills needed improvement, and he strongly preferred not to risk his shirts worth thousands or tens of thousands.
However, the little angel’s eyes were full of anticipation.
“I’ll go look,” Huo Dad said, putting down his book, walking to the wardrobe, and opening the door. He found the cheapest and most worn-out clothes inside.
He handed them to An Wuyang.
So, An Wuyang spent the entire night ironing the clothes. When he felt tired, he took a shower and went to bed.
In his drowsy state, he sensed someone beside him and knew it must be Mr. Huo. He struggled to stay awake and explained, “I’ve ironed the clothes. You can choose one to wear tomorrow…”
As he finished the sentence, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Huo Yunchuan’s heart melted. A middle-aged bachelor just couldn’t bear to move his eyes away.
He wanted to keep holding and watching, occasionally lowering his head to kiss the little angel’s forehead, rubbing his nose against the little angel’s…
“…” Finally, with a blushing face, he boldly kissed the little angel’s lips.
Huo Yunchuan felt an urge to seek more, even hoping for a response similar to that between lovers. But he knew that An Wuyang, at this moment, couldn’t give him the response he desired.
Thinking about all this, Huo Yunchuan’s thumb traced over An Wuyang’s lips, his eyes alternating between dark and fiery.
In his dreams, An Wuyang felt a slight uneasiness and a chilly sensation. His instinct prompted him to snuggle into Mr. Huo’s embrace, clinging to the comforting source of warmth.
An Wuyang had a night of pleasant dreams, but strangely, when he woke up in the morning, he had forgotten the content of those dreams. All he remembered was feeling very happy, a warm sensation coursing through his entire body.
“Mm…” The teenage boy, in the midst of reminiscing, gradually lost the smile on his face. He reached down and touched his pants, realizing they were wet.
The words ‘wet dream’ flashed in An Wuyang’s mind, and he immediately got up to change his pants.
“What’s wrong?” Huo Yunchuan propped himself up and asked.
The mature man’s deep and husky voice made An Wuyang feel uneasy all over.
“Good morning, Mr. Huo. I need to go to the bathroom,” he immediately lied, escaping.
Huo Yunchuan sensed that something was off with the young man but didn’t dwell on it.
Not long after, he saw the freshly washed pants hanging on the balcony… and his entire face froze.
“Cough…”
An Wuyang felt that the atmosphere during breakfast was strange, and it was the same for lunch. It felt as if someone had been peering at him with a mysterious gaze.
But it could also be just his imagination, he thought.
The unexpected answer can be quite suffocating.
At this moment, Huo Yunchuan’s face darkened. It’s easy to make An Wuyang misunderstand. Is it because he spoke up for something that displeased Mr. Huo?
He couldn’t help but mutter in his heart, just a pair of pajamas, is it really necessary?
“If you like it, I’ll have Chen arrange to bring it all to you this afternoon.” Huo Yunchuan pretended to be indifferent and immediately called Secretary Chen, giving detailed instructions.
This included the promised balcony potted plants, An Wuyang’s books, and the darned pants.
At half past five in the afternoon, Chen Fang arrived in a small pickup truck at the entrance of the president’s office.
First, he brought up a box of books and clothes, then continued to move the potted plants.
For ease of transportation, flower pots and green plants were not placed together and had to be potted by themselves.
By this time, An Wuyang had been awake for a long time. Hearing the movement on the balcony, he quickly came out to help… loosen the soil.
Huo Yunchuan, with a 20-kilogram potted plant in each hand, took it for granted. Seeing An Wuyang also there, he couldn’t bear to ask him not to be in the way.
So he could only go around him and continue moving things.
Chen Fang brought up a lush, large plant and asked breathlessly, “President Huo, where should this Dracaena be placed?” He was astonished to find that the person squatting on the balcony was not President Huo but a young man with a delicate and handsome face.
Advertisement
Huo Yunchuan stood at the other end of the balcony, turned around, and said to his subordinate, “Put it in the living room.”
An Wuyang held a shovel in his hand, concentrating on shoveling soil and planting a blooming pelargonium.
He suddenly noticed a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes looking at him. Apparently, this was Secretary Chen, as mentioned by Mr. Huo.
“Hello,” An Wuyang greeted with a smile. “Brother Chen, thank you for your hard work.”
With the greeting, Chen Fang could see his face clearly. He was quite surprised. “Hello.” Could this be the president’s relative? Chen Fang thought with curiosity and respect.
After exchanging greetings, An Wuyang lowered his head to continue shoveling soil.
The flowering period of pelargonium is from May to July. Judging by the plant’s growth, it will definitely bloom in the next few days.
After planting, he took out a watering can and sprinkled a little water on the flowers.
Advertisement
The three of them worked together for an hour and finally tidied up the balcony, expecting it to be full of blossoms very soon.
“Huo, President, I’ll take my leave now,” Chen Fang said.
“Sure, go ahead,” Huo Yunchuan didn’t have the time to turn around and bid farewell to his secretary. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he was washing An Wuyang’s hands, covered in soil.
Chen Fang was dumbfounded, thinking that for someone not short in stature, being doted on like this, could he be the president’s younger brother?
However, he hadn’t heard that the president had such a young brother.
An Wuyang finished washing his hands and found a towel to dry them. He remembered the books he bought this afternoon and started unpacking them with a small knife.
“Comprehensive Dessert Tasting,” “Pastry Bible,” “Kneading Dough,” and so on. The entire box seemed enough for a prolonged reading session.
An Wuyang opened one of the books and, following the content, began mentally calculating the tools he needed to purchase.
“Sigh.” Suddenly, he sighed. Once immersed in baking, it was indeed like entering a deep sea. The seniors were not casually saying things.
In Huo Yunchuan’s bedroom, there was a wall full of bookshelves. Looking at the books here, An Wuyang realized they were completely different from those in Mr. Huo’s office. Not a single one piqued his interest.
Advertisement
Of course, because these were the books moved from Huo Yunchuan’s office.
Huo Yunchuan cleared a small space to place An Wuyang’s beloved baking books.
Suddenly, An Wuyang’s phone rang. This was a rare occurrence; someone was actually calling him.
He picked up the phone and found it was his younger brother calling. He answered, “Hello, little brother?”
His brother’s voice came through the phone, “Bro, sister is leaving for the United States the day after tomorrow. Mom wants you to come home tomorrow afternoon.”
An Wuyang replied, “Oh.” It seemed like it was already September.
His brother continued, “Mom said we’re going to a restaurant. Let’s have the Thai cuisine that sister has always wanted.”
“Oh?” An Wuyang exclaimed again. When he thought of Thai cuisine, wasn’t there a strong curry flavor? That might not work; he would definitely feel nauseous smelling it himself.
He considered the possibility of changing his mom’s decision for a moment, unfortunately realizing it was close to zero, which made the situation awkward.
His brother said, “It’s settled then. Remember to come back early.”
An Wuyang dryly replied with a ‘good,’ and the frustration on his face was evident.
Huo Yunchuan helped him arrange the books and, seeing his expression, asked, “Whose call was it?”
An Wuyang replied, “My younger brother.”
The older man frowned, casually asking, “What did he say?”
Like a spilled bag of beans, the little angel explained the whole story with his fair face wrinkled, “What’s Thai cuisine like? Does it have a strong curry flavor?”
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He had eaten curry fish balls for five yuan a skewer while studying, and that taste was quite pungent.
Huo Yunchuan replied, “It’s somewhat similar, not suitable for you.”
“What should I do then?” An Wuyang said, “I have to attend for sure.”
If he didn’t go, his sister would definitely have opinions, and his mom’s explosive temper would go off.
Based on An Wuyang’s reaction, Huo Yunchuan once again thought about An Wuyang’s family situation and wasn’t in a very good mood. “Actually, it’s not difficult. Just change the dinner location,” he said, taking out his phone and contacting the manager of the Lafayette Castle Hotel to book a luxurious private room.
If there’s a free luxurious dinner, would An Wuyang’s family refuse?
The answer would be known by trying.
An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan with a complex expression, feeling a bit guilty and moved. “Then I’ll call them and tell them. And thank you.”
Huo Yunchuan said casually, “Our baby is about to be born, and you still need to thank me?”
An Wuyang speechlessly touched his stomach; it was not even two months yet. Where did the ‘about to be born’ come from in Mr. Huo’s unreliable narrative, he wondered.
“Hello?” His mom’s call connected, and An Wuyang nervously said, “Mom, have you had dinner?”
Ding Wei replied, “Getting ready to eat. What’s going on?” She had just received a call from her third son to the second, and now the second son was calling again, making her quite puzzled.
“It’s like this, regarding the dinner tomorrow night, my classmate’s dad heard about it and gave me a six-person luxury private room. It’s not far, it’s at the Lafayette Castle Hotel,” An Wuyang said in one breath, following Huo Yunchuan’s instructions.
“What hotel did you say?” Ding Wei asked in surprise.
An Wuyang repeated, “Lafayette Castle Hotel.”
“Is this… real or fake?” Ding Wei asked again, full of doubt.
She knew there was such a hotel in the capital, but the consumption level was generally high, and a luxury private room would be worth at least a few thousand yuan. Even if An Wuyang’s classmate’s family was wealthy, it wouldn’t be a casual gift of a few thousand yuan, right?
An Wuyang quickly said, “It’s real. If you don’t believe it, you can call the hotel and say it’s Mr. Huo who booked the room.”
Ding Wei thought about it. It made sense; her second son wasn’t the type to deceive people. “Alright, let’s go with that. Remember to properly thank them.”
An Wuyang said, “Mm, I know.”
Ding Wei added, “Are you coming home and going with us, or are you going directly to the hotel entrance?”
An Wuyang immediately said, “I’ll wait for you at the hotel entrance.”
After saying this, he felt a bit lost because a few days ago, he seemed to have wanted to go home.
Now he had quickly adapted to the life in his new home, even feeling that everything in the new home was good, and Mr. Huo was also good.
“Ah…” An Wuyang rubbed his indifferent handsome face, feeling a bit stirred by his own callousness.
Poor mom and dad, he thought.
After dinner, An Wuyang took out his old clothes, planning to iron them for tomorrow night’s banquet.
Huo Yunchuan watched silently on the side, especially speechless. He thought An Wuyang had already thrown away this set of clothes.
It was An Wuyang’s first time using an iron. At the beginning, he was a bit flustered and almost burned a hole in his pants.
Once he got the hang of it, An Wuyang found ironing quite enjoyable. “Mr. Huo, do you have any clothes that need ironing? I can help you with that.”
Huo Yunchuan, maintaining a stern and serious face, appeared to be reading, but in reality, he was secretly observing the little angel’s every move through the book spine.
He was well aware that An Wuyang’s ironing skills needed improvement, and he strongly preferred not to risk his shirts worth thousands or tens of thousands.
However, the little angel’s eyes were full of anticipation.
“I’ll go look,” Huo Dad said, putting down his book, walking to the wardrobe, and opening the door. He found the cheapest and most worn-out clothes inside.
He handed them to An Wuyang.
So, An Wuyang spent the entire night ironing the clothes. When he felt tired, he took a shower and went to bed.
In his drowsy state, he sensed someone beside him and knew it must be Mr. Huo. He struggled to stay awake and explained, “I’ve ironed the clothes. You can choose one to wear tomorrow…”
As he finished the sentence, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Huo Yunchuan’s heart melted. A middle-aged bachelor just couldn’t bear to move his eyes away.
He wanted to keep holding and watching, occasionally lowering his head to kiss the little angel’s forehead, rubbing his nose against the little angel’s…
“…” Finally, with a blushing face, he boldly kissed the little angel’s lips.
Huo Yunchuan felt an urge to seek more, even hoping for a response similar to that between lovers. But he knew that An Wuyang, at this moment, couldn’t give him the response he desired.
Thinking about all this, Huo Yunchuan’s thumb traced over An Wuyang’s lips, his eyes alternating between dark and fiery.
In his dreams, An Wuyang felt a slight uneasiness and a chilly sensation. His instinct prompted him to snuggle into Mr. Huo’s embrace, clinging to the comforting source of warmth.
An Wuyang had a night of pleasant dreams, but strangely, when he woke up in the morning, he had forgotten the content of those dreams. All he remembered was feeling very happy, a warm sensation coursing through his entire body.
“Mm…” The teenage boy, in the midst of reminiscing, gradually lost the smile on his face. He reached down and touched his pants, realizing they were wet.
The words ‘wet dream’ flashed in An Wuyang’s mind, and he immediately got up to change his pants.
“What’s wrong?” Huo Yunchuan propped himself up and asked.
The mature man’s deep and husky voice made An Wuyang feel uneasy all over.
“Good morning, Mr. Huo. I need to go to the bathroom,” he immediately lied, escaping.
Huo Yunchuan sensed that something was off with the young man but didn’t dwell on it.
Not long after, he saw the freshly washed pants hanging on the balcony… and his entire face froze.
“Cough…”
An Wuyang felt that the atmosphere during breakfast was strange, and it was the same for lunch. It felt as if someone had been peering at him with a mysterious gaze.
But it could also be just his imagination, he thought.
