My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 415: Bo Yan Alone, With Two Children

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Bo Yan Alone, With Two Children

Being with Bo Yan and Zhizhi every day, I just wanted to stick to them all the time; Zhizhi was particularly well-behaved.

Once full and satisfied, she would sleep soundly without any trouble.

Even when she occasionally woke up wanting milk in the middle of the night, it was Bo Yan who would soothe her. Throughout the confinement period, it went like this without any hardship.

Bo Yan had developed a set of skills for comforting babies, and Zhizhi was even more familiar with his scent and body than with mine, her mother.

Sometimes I would tell Bo Yan with a sour tone that Zhizhi didn’t like me at all.

Then Bo Yan would hold me and dote on me with kisses and laughter, saying something I simply couldn’t argue with.

"No matter who Zhizhi likes more, the person who will be with you for a lifetime is me, so you can’t like Zhizhi more than you like me."

Although shocked by Bo Yan’s shamelessness, I found it very satisfying.

Bo Yan was never stingy with his daily declarations of love, which always made my heart bloom. No child dislikes being more loved by their deeply loved one. I am a commoner, unable to escape such worldly thoughts.

Moreover, Bo Yan’s confessions were full of variety and always made me irresistible.

Therefore, the prospect of having to part with the father and son became increasingly saddening.

Looking at the red circles on the calendar, I felt aggrieved.

Bo Yan put Zhizhi in the crib in the room and came over to me, "What’s wrong?"

My makeup mirror was right in front of me, reflecting the reddening around my eyes, and Bo Yan, at a loss, hurriedly wiped my tears away.

I stretched my arms out to him, "You’ve been holding Zhizhi for hours."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, "Are you jealous of your own son?"

"Then hold me."

Bo Yan would never refuse. He leaned down slightly, picking me up into his arms. Our positions instantly reversed, with Bo Yan sitting on the chair and me in his lap.

Once nestled into his embrace, I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, "Qi Ge, I really love these moments—having you and Zhizhi every day, along with the sunshine.

I don’t want to go to school at all. I still haven’t seen ’Glory’."

Because ’Glory’ kept soaring high at the box office, its theatrical run was extended by thirty days.

Neither of us felt the urge to go see my new movie, as we were both indulging in the joy of each other’s company and spending time with our son every day.

Staying home wasn’t boring either, as there was always some coziness to be found and enjoyed.

Bo Yan knew that, at the moment, it was just an excuse from Yuran. In reality, the young girl didn’t want to go to school at all; she wanted to cling to the comfort of home.

Bo Yan would have agreed if he acted impulsively, but he never relaxed his stance on this matter, because he knew just how grand her dreams were.

She just wanted to act spoiled and vent some emotions.

Once back at school, she would still work hard, and it was normal for her to miss them. But life must go on, right?

Bo Yan held her tight, "Feeling any better?"

Yuran pushed herself up and grabbed his face, nibbling on his chin, "You’re really good at changing the subject. I’m not just being spoiled."

Bo Yan nodded, full of trust, "Yes, it’s me who wants to be spoiled by my treasure."

Yuran’s face reddened, and she buried her head in his neck, her ears turning red too, "Qi Ge, you are definitely teasing me on purpose."

Bo Yan looked innocent, "I swear, I’m not. I truly just want to be spoiled by you because I can’t bear to be without you."

Yuran: "...Enough."

...

On the day before Yuran started school, Niannian reluctantly held Zhizhi in her arms, constantly soothing him. Zhizhi wasn’t awake for long, but when he was, he was particularly spirited.

A pair of large, black agate-like eyes always seemed to carry a glow of "I understand what you’re saying," which kept Yuran’s enthusiasm from waning.

Bo Yan watched helplessly from the side, wanting to tell her that he really didn’t understand anything right now.

But he feared that if he said it, it might upset the young girl, so he just let her be.

Compared with the mother, whose spirits were high, the expression on Zhizhi’s face was downright disdainful.

Often when Yuran was in high spirits, he would shift his gaze from side to side; when Bo Yan’s figure appeared, his eyes would suddenly brighten.

As if he had seen something he had been searching for.

Because of this, Yuran had felt jealous not just once, but every single time, she felt a pang of jealousy anew.

She went to pinch Zhizhi’s chubby cheeks, "You little rascal, did I carry you for ten months just to birth a fan for your dad?"

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, while Zhizhi became displeased and began to cry out loud.

Yuran immediately froze in place, looking to Bo Yan for help with a perplexed face and her words tinged with a plea, "Bo Yan... I, I didn’t mean it."

Bo Yan stepped over and crouched down beside her, comforting her first with a hug and a kiss, and assured her everything was fine. Then he turned to look at Zhizhi, reaching under him to check.

Wet and moist.

"Zhizhi has had an accident, I’ll go give him a bath. You have school tomorrow, you should also take a bath and get to bed early."

Yuran saw Bo Yan leave with Zhizhi in his arms, pouting as she followed behind him, tugging at the hem of his clothes like another baby who needed care.

Feeling the tug on his clothing, Bo Yan stopped in his tracks and turned to see the pouting Yuran, and with a laugh said, "Baby, do you need to be taken care of too? I can change Zhizhi’s diaper first, then I’ll take care of you."

Yuran quickly let go, but then with an air of entitlement, she said, "Bo Yan, ever since we had a son, you’ve been more perfunctory with me."

Bo Yan swore he was wronged, he had been even more attentive to Yuran.

But Zhizhi was still young and needed his assistance in so many ways. Surely Zhizhi couldn’t just be left to play by himself now that he was born?

"Baby, what is Zhizhi’s relationship to us?"

Yuran responded, "We are Zhizhi’s parents, aren’t we?"

Bo Yan nodded, "So baby, isn’t it right that we should take care of him since he can’t take care of himself?"

Yuran’s face suddenly turned red, and she turned and walked upstairs, "I was just saying, go take care of Zhizhi."

Watching the girl beat a hasty retreat, Bo Yan stood still, his smile unabated, growing more radiant. Once Yuran’s figure had disappeared, he looked down at Zhizhi.

Zhizhi was grinning and waving his little hands happily.

The amusement in Bo Yan’s smile faded a little, but the tenderness in his eyes did not, "Zhizhi, you need to grow up quickly, to help dad take care of mom. Mom is still a child herself."

Naturally, Zhizhi didn’t understand and continued to wave his little hands, continuing to laugh.

Bo Yan was very efficient in caring for Zhizhi, as he had personally taken charge of bathing and changing Zhizhi ever since he was born. Yuran occasionally helped, but her assistance more often resulted in chaos. So she usually just stood by, providing Bo Yan with whatever he needed, without requiring anything else from her.

She felt that other than the slight pain of childbirth, she was just a decorative mom.

On the other hand, Bo Yan was playing the roles of both mother and father, taking care of Zhizhi and her.

By the time Bo Yan returned to the bedroom with Zhizhi, Yuran was already sleeping fitfully, muttering Bo Yan’s name in her dreams.

In the quiet of the night, it sounded exceptionally clear.