Wen Biyan had a lot of self-awareness and didn’t ask Xiao Baozi how the food tasted. However, the director gave a close-up shot of the bowl in Xiao Baozi’s hand—a messy mishmash.
Director: “How does it taste?”
Xiao Baozi: “It tastes just as delicious as when my dad makes it.” This was actually a form of linguistic artistry.
Xiao Baozi wavered for a few seconds between not being able to lie and remembering to protect his new dad. Ultimately, he chose a comparative structure. Because the food made by Gu Xi was also very unpalatable.
“Alright, stop eating,” Wen Biyan took away the bowl and chopsticks. “Have some milk.” He clumsily poured milk, tore open a bag of bread, and placed it in front of Xiao Baozi.
Wen Biyan had very poor sleeping habits, as big as his temper. He had never properly covered himself with the blanket for a single night.
The production team was extremely difficult to communicate with. Asking for an extra blanket was akin to asking for the director’s life.
Wen Biyan coldly tucked Xiao Baozi into bed and went outside for some fresh air to clear his head.
On his left lived another villain, the singer Lu Huaying—famous for lacking contractual spirit. Every now and then, a company would send him a lawyer’s letter for breach of contract. He was currently trying to quit the show.
Living on the right side is a certain actress, reaching the pinnacle of acting skills. However, it’s a pity that she’s as lazy as a hibernating snake. Ever since completing an award-winning film, her true nature has been exposed. She never appears on set if she can use a stand-in; most of her scenes are fake except for close-up shots. Currently, she is using sweet words to coax the little girl to help her remove her makeup.
Directly opposite is a delicate flower with a “white lotus” disposition. She’s as changeable as water, readily shedding tears in public while stabbing others in the back behind the scenes. She encountered her match with a little crybaby, unable to outdo them in crying and ending up in tears herself out of frustration.
Wen Biyan felt suffocated. He thought of Xiao Baozi sleeping peacefully in his room and saw Gu Xi’s figure in his mind. Gu Xi had a modest temperament, like a warm jade stone. No matter how irritable Wen Biyan was, around him, he couldn’t help but soften, hiding his sharp edges like a stable rock.
Lost in thought, Wen Biyan suddenly smashed the wall in frustration, cursing himself for being so weak.
In the darkness, Wen Biyan didn’t see clearly that the wall was actually a window, and with a crack, he directly broke the glass.
Director: “Get a doctor, quickly!”
Wen Biyan solidified his reputation for having a fiery temper in the middle of the night, hastily bandaging himself up before returning to bed. He lifted his long legs and lay on the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover himself with the blanket to avoid a nighttime tussle with the child.
Seizing the opportunity while Wen Biyan was busy bandaging himself, Xiao Baozi quickly called his dad. “It seems like Dad Wen got hurt.”
Like a little spy.
Gu Xi, who had been working overtime until he was dizzy, nervously asked, “Is he alright?”
“No big deal,” Xiao Baozi spoke in a manner reminiscent of the director. “But we only have one blanket for tonight.”
Gu Xi immediately understood Wen Biyan’s concern. “You sleep with him.”
Their sleeping habits differed only because of their recklessness. Since Gu Xi caught a cold the first time he shared a bed with Wen Biyan, the next night, Wen Biyan obediently stayed put, as if he were glued to the spot, not even tossing and turning.
So, as soon as Wen Biyan lay down, a warm Xiao Baozi curled up under his arm, like a comforting hand warmer.
…..
“As parents, we have the right to decide what we eat. Now, let’s have a round of voting. Should we exchange food with the children?”
Even the most foolish person knew better than to snatch food from a child. When the director said, “Those who agree to exchange, raise your hands,” only one person in the entire room eagerly raised their hand: “I want to exchange with Dad!”
Wen Biyan looked at the eager Xiao Baozi with a great deal of helplessness. “Be good, put your hand down.”
Anyway, he never ate breakfast. He had long been accustomed to it. Getting him to eat breakfast was harder than climbing the heavens.
Last night, Xiao Baozi received a task from Gu Xi to coax Wen Biyan into having breakfast.
Wen Biyan, relying on his youthful health, had been too lazy to eat breakfast since college and wasn’t afraid of getting stomach problems from hunger. During the two years he was with Gu Xi, he behaved himself for two years. Even after they broke up, Gu Xi’s biggest worry was still Wen Biyan’s eating habits.
First, he coaxed Wen Biyan into feeding him, then seized the opportunity to ask him to take a few bites. Every time this happened, Wen Biyan would say he didn’t want to eat, but he would still eat a little bit.
The frequency was basically three to one. Therefore, in order to make Wen Biyan eat his fill, Gu Xi had to eat until he was full, leaning on Wen Biyan and asking him to massage his stomach. When he first got pregnant with Xiao Baozi, he thought it was karma for eating too much, and he even started to develop a small belly.
Gu Xi led by example, and Xiao Baozi followed suit. First, he requested to be fed, then, when the director wasn’t around, he tugged on Wen Biyan’s sleeve, his voice soft and sweet: “Can you help me take a bite?”
“My teeth need a rest. Can you help me take another bite?”
The routine was too familiar, and Wen Biyan’s hand trembled, almost feeding Xiao Baozi’s face.
It wasn’t until Wen Biyan was tricked into finishing a bowl of porridge that he realized what had happened and wore a face full of bitterness and resentment. Not only did he eat something he never used to eat, but he also willingly massaged Xiao Baozi’s stomach!
Where did it all go wrong???
But the fans didn’t care about Wen Biyan’s inner turmoil. Every day, they watched Xiao Baozi’s videos, and the barrage of comments flashed by—
“Ah, this must be an angel sent by heaven to save Wen Biyan!”
“Haha, look at him not being able to get angry!”
“Congratulations to Wen Biyan for successfully transforming.”
…
But there were also times when Xiao Baozi couldn’t handle Wen Biyan. After a layer of exploitation, the power of language that could be transmitted to Wen Biyan was very limited.
For example, when Wen Biyan got drunk.
During the program, theoretically, Wen Biyan wouldn’t be able to drink. But today was a special day—it was the 1888th day of Wen Biyan and Gu Xi’s relationship, also marking the 1111th day since their breakup.
While Xiao Baozi was napping in the afternoon or at night, Wen Biyan secretly went out to drink.
He had drunk like this at least fifty times before.
For example, on their 1999th-day anniversary of kissing, their 1000th-day anniversary of going to bed together, their 1000th-day anniversary of breaking up…
The production team turned a blind eye, as various situations were within their expected scenes. Wen Biyan had been behaving too abnormally during this period, and his image had completely collapsed.
Then, when Xiao Baozi woke up rubbing his eyes, he saw a drunken mess. After being brought back by his agent, Wen Biyan held him and cried loudly: “He doesn’t want me anymore, wuwuwu, it’s been 1111 days since we broke up, wuwuwu, he must have another dog by now, you’re so grown up, but I’m still the big idiot, wuwuwu…”
Assistant Xiao Zhang awkwardly blocked the camera. This segment couldn’t be filmed.
Wen Biyan’s tears soaked Xiao Baozi’s little belly, and he looked at Xiao Zhang for help, who gave him a helpless look and posed the century-old problem: “Can you coax him into taking medicine?”
Wen Biyan was drunk and had a fever. While playing games at noon, he got soaked and didn’t change his clothes before running to the riverbank to get drunk. If he didn’t have a fever, who would?
He refused to get a shot or take medicine.
The assistant rescued Xiao Baozi. “You’ll get infected like this.”
Wen Biyan immediately let go, turned his head, buried himself in the pillow, and continued.
Xiao Baozi tiptoed over and touched Wen Biyan’s wet hair, sighing with an air of elderliness.
This problem was beyond his comprehension.
So, he quietly found a place with no one around and called Gu Xi.
Getting Wen Biyan to take medicine was indeed a problem. Gu Xi’s brows were knitted together. In the past, he had to agree to many conditions from Wen Biyan before he would take medicine, such as kissing him to give him sweets, using strawberry-flavored condoms, or smearing cherry cream on his nipples… He wished he could turn every strand of Gu Xi’s hair sweet just to offset the bitterness of the medicine.
Gu Xi tried many methods, and Xiao Baozi was a qualified messenger, but unfortunately, none of them worked.
“39 degrees! Ancestors, please stop crying! You’ll get dehydrated from crying so much, and your fans will tear me apart.” Gu Xi heard Xiao Zhang’s voice breaking down on the other end, panicked. “What’s wrong with Wen Biyan?”
“What kind of ridiculous ailment is this? Does he really have a fever?”
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Xiao Zhang couldn’t help but complain, “I’m not a doctor, and I don’t dare to go get a thermometer. You go find out for yourself.”
With a sigh, Gu Xi rubbed his temples. This was typical of Wen Biyan; he always procrastinated on dealing with issues until they became too troublesome to ignore.
“I’ll go over right away,” Gu Xi said after hanging up the phone, hurrying off to Wen Biyan’s residence.
He recalled that his neighbor, who often impersonated a lady online, might have a voice changer. Gu Xi swore he hadn’t run so fast in about three years; his heart was pounding like an explosion. Xiao Baozi had always been easy to deal with; there had never been a situation where he had to catch a child rolling off the bed.
It was the child’s father who was particularly immature.
Gu Xi couldn’t tell if it was because he ran too fast or because he heard Wen Biyan’s voice again after four years. Anyway, his ears were ringing, and his blood was surging, like a kid running to buy medicine for his girlfriend’s menstrual cramps. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t even wonder why the cross-dressing neighbor was cooking in an apron but not wearing clothes when a young professor-looking guest arrived.
“Hey, hey, can you hear me? I’m Gu Wen’s father,” Gu Xi’s voice trembled a bit.
Wen Biyan abruptly stopped crying, “Shengsheng.”
“…” Was this voice changer for real?!
After four years of hearing his childhood nickname from Wen Biyan’s mouth again, Gu Xi’s breath hitched. Ever since Wen Biyan found out about this nickname, he always loved to call it out in bed, asking if he was really alive! Who knows if he really could!
With his mind clouded by fever, Wen Biyan didn’t hear who was on the other side properly. He just blurted things out in Gu Xi’s familiar tone.
“You’ve got the wrong person,” Gu Xi attempted to salvage the situation.
“You broke up with me and you still want to lie to me!” Wen Biyan erupted in anger, rolling over in bed with such force that it startled everyone.
“He’s got a nosebleed!” Xiao Zhang exclaimed.
“Are you Shengsheng?” Wen Biyan demanded, his nosebleed making a gruesome sight.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Gu Xi compromised helplessly. Since the child had been born, there was no harm in saying that.
Somewhat satisfied, Wen Biyan began accusing Gu Xi of his sins over the past four years, incoherently but expressing immense grievances. Gu Xi comforted him while setting up an IV, with Wen Biyan holding onto his phone with one hand and getting the needle with the other. “You have to promise me…” Wen Biyan’s requests kept flowing, and Gu Xi kept making promises, knowing Wen Biyan often forgot everything when he woke up hungover.
After a long while, when the doctor left and Xiao Zhang went out for something, only Xiao Baozi was awake and energetic, having slept like a log during Wen Biyan’s drinking escapade during the day. Gu Xi settled both him and his father to bed again.
Xiao Baozi, more sober than the rest, listened disdainfully as his father repeated the same words he’d used to coax Wen Biyan back to sleep. He wondered why Wen Biyan was still so gullible after hearing it for the second time. “Dad, he’s really dumb,” Xiao Baozi whispered to Gu Xi.
Gu Xi: “Don’t say that about him.”
“You’re not tired, are you? Then watch him for me.”
The call had been going on for more than three hours, and Gu Xi’s phone was overheating. Wen Biyan, in a semi-conscious state, held onto his phone, muttering incoherently, “Don’t leave, please don’t leave, Shengsheng, I miss you…” Gu Xi covered the phone with his hand, feeling his heart racing.
Xiao Baozi, with his chubby little hands propping up his chin, blinked his big eyes. “I don’t cry even when I talk to my dad on the phone.”
Perhaps because Gu Xi didn’t respond to that sentence, tears welled up in Wen Biyan’s eyes again, like a wounded little animal curling up and whimpering. Under his influence, Xiao Baozi’s eyes also grew moist. “I miss my dad so much!” he whimpered.
Gu Xi felt overwhelmed. At that moment, he felt like a scumbag who had abandoned his wife and child. These two, father and son, were both so heart-wrenching; he wished he could book a flight to be with them immediately.
The next morning, Wen Biyan woke up with a splitting headache. Clutching his forehead, he asked those around him incredulously if he had an IV drip last night. Everyone shook their heads.
No, he didn’t.
Only Xiao Baozi’s dad called.
You forced to call him “Shengsheng.”
The doctor came to check on him, and Wen Biyan couldn’t believe it. “I had an IV drip last night? That’s impossible.”
“My dad’s amazing. He just says a few words, and you agree,” Xiao Baozi boasted with his hands in his pockets.
Wen Biyan was baffled. How come suddenly everyone was exploiting his weaknesses? Damn it, did Gu Xi write a manual for private circulation or something?!
