My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 420: Parent-Child Fun Time

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Parent-Child Fun Time

Zhizhi seemed to have tired himself out playing with his grandpa and, upon seeing Bo Yan, immediately reached out his Little Fatty hand, asking to be held.

His smile was milkily cute, with his dimples peeking in and out of sight.

Perhaps a big reason why Chief Bo was so fond of Zhizhi was because he had dimples identical to Bo’s mom’s.

Seeing that Bo Yan didn’t reach out to take him after quite some time, Zhizhi’s expression quickly turned grievous with his lips pouting, looking like he was about to burst into tears any moment.

Chief Bo found this utterly heart-wrenching.

"Xiaoqi, can’t you see your son is trying to charm you? Hurry up and take him."

Bo Yan: "..."

Apparently, he had not received such treatment when he was a child.

Bo’s mom wanted to hold Zhizhi, but who knew that Zhizhi would really hold up to the stubbornness in his name. He actually waved away Bo’s mom’s hand, his round eyes fixed on Bo Yan.

Every time Zhizhi looked at him like that, Bo Yan couldn’t resist the slightest bit of temptation, too much like Yuran.

With a chuckled laugh, he took two steps forward and reached out to take Zhizhi. The almost crying look on Zhizhi’s face stopped immediately, his laughter so broad that his teeth were not visible, and Bo Yan held him in his arms, gently patting his little bottom.

The force was gentle, "Little naughty one."

Zhizhi was even happier, his drooling mouth smeared over Bo Yan’s face, leaving it covered in saliva, much to Yuran’s distaste.

"Zhizhi, you’re such a slob."

Bo Yan didn’t mind at all, planting a kiss on the plump cheeks of his son and said softly with a laugh, "Mommy says Zhizhi is a messy little spirit, is it okay to give mommy a kiss?"

Regardless of whether Zhizhi understood or not, he started waving his arms and legs about happily, and the family of three – Yuran leading the way, with Bo Yan carrying Zhizhi chasing behind, filled the air with laughter and joy. It was a tender scene, perhaps accompanied by Zhizhi’s immature giggles.

Neither Chief Bo nor Bo’s mom had ever seen this side of their son, to express his emotions so openly was indeed rare.

Fortunately, the old mansion was spacious enough that their game of chase did not seem crowded, with Yuran smiling eyes curved, Bo Yan’s eyes soft, and Zhizhi waving his arms and legs.

The pure joy in the baby’s smile chased everyone’s gaze. After running for a few minutes, Yuran, exhausted, collapsed onto the sofa, and Zhizhi got his wish. With Bo Yan’s help, he smeared saliva all over Yuran’s face.

While expressing disgust, Yuran took Zhizhi tenderly, forehead to forehead, an intimate gesture.

Zhizhi opened his mouth and laughed, saliva dripping from the corner of his lips, and she quickly shoved Zhizhi back into Bo Yan’s arms, "Qi-ge, quick, quick, take him."

The Zhizhi pushed back into Bo Yan’s arms had no clue what was going on and continued to laugh heartily, looking irresistibly cute.

Bo Yan picked up Zhizhi, pulled out a tissue to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, then went to find a fresh bib to put on him.

In passing, he picked up a teething ring for him to chew on.

Bo’s mom said to them, "Perhaps he’s about to start teething."

Yuran found it all very novel; Zhizhi doesn’t have teeth yet, and his toothless smiles were particularly funny. With a fresh bib, Zhizhi lay quietly in Bo Yan’s arms, chewing on the teething ring.

She leaned in again and pinched Zhizhi’s chubby cheek, "Little friend Zhizhi, I hear you are about to get teeth."

Zhizhi turned his face into Bo Yan’s neck, not letting Yuran face him, and bit the teething ring with great focus.

Yuran was dumbfounded, "This is preposterous, he’s actually annoyed that I’m disrupting him."

Bo’s mom couldn’t help but laugh and cry, while Chief Bo coughed softly, seeming somewhat displeased with Yuran’s complaints against his precious grandson.

Yuran shuddered, her gaze flickering as she looked at Bo’s mom, "Mom, did I inadvertently upset dad?"

Bo’s mom, "Don’t mind your dad. He didn’t take such good care of Xiaoqi when he was little, so what’s he putting on airs for now?"

Bo Yan, the high-ranking official, had his expression crack on his facade. Was it not a slap in the face? In the future, in front of his son and daughter-in-law, would he have no shame?

As he spoke, Zhizhi leaned on Bo Yan’s shoulder and dozed off.

Bo Yan carefully adjusted Zhizhi’s sleeping position and held the little bundle snugly in his arms to make him more comfortable. His slender fingers were about to remove the teething stick from his mouth.

But the moment he touched it, Zhizhi scrunched up like a kid protecting their food, and was about to cry the next instant.

Bo Yan quickly retracted his hand, and Zhizhi immediately fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Yuran observed carefully from the side. To be frank, she had personally witnessed Bo Yan’s meticulous care for Zhizhi during this time, how wholeheartedly he had devoted himself.

Moreover, he did everything hands-on.

He truly was a super incredible doting dad.

Zhizhi’s attachment to him was also especially strong, constantly searching for Bo Yan’s figure wherever he looked.

Whenever someone held him and he saw Bo Yan, he would inevitably stretch out his arms, longing to be held.

Finding himself under Yuran’s straightforward gaze, Bo Yan found it hard to pretend ignorance and turned his head, his eyes smiling as he looked at her, "Do you want to praise me? Is the man who takes care of the children the handsomest, or is it my husband who’s the handsomest?"

Bo Yan’s mother and the high-ranking official Bo Yan: "..."

Did their son really have such a side to him? They were seeing something new.

Yuran’s face flushed with a sweep of red, but then she giggled uncontrollably, "Mmm, I even want to confess my love."

"Heh..." Bo Yan shook his head slightly, his face beaming as if he were basking in the spring breeze.

...

The weekend spent at the old mansion was particularly joyful for little Zhizhi, as he found a new interest: cheerfully gnawing at his own little feet.

His flexibility was enviable.

It was the high-ranking official Bo Yan who first discovered this, mainly because he could praise Zhizhi to the heavens for just rolling over. When Zhizhi started chewing on his little feet, Grandpa Bo Yan was basking in the sun with Zhizhi in the garden room.

The floor was laid with a thick carpet, cleaned and sterilized every day, so Zhizhi could crawl around and play on it as he pleased.

He could create his own joy in any way he liked.

With his grandparents, his freedom was unprecedented, free to be himself.

One day, Bo Yan and Yuran were planning to meet up somewhere, so they left Zhizhi at home, and during a moment when Grandma Bo went to answer a phone call, Zhizhi took up a new sport.

Grandpa Bo was thrilled, as excited as if he had won the lottery, cheering for Zhizhi on the side. Encouraged by his grandfather’s support, Zhizhi became even more lively.

That evening, when Bo Yan and Yuran returned from their date, Grandma Bo informed them of the events and insinuated that Grandpa Bo had become a doting grandpa, joking that if Zhizhi farted, Grandpa Bo might even think it smelled nice.

Yuran and Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, while Grandpa Bo felt his wife hadn’t saved him face, yet he stiffly retorted, "Can’t I even praise my own grandson now?"

Grandma Bo was speechless.

After bringing Zhizhi home, Yuran wanted to give Zhizhi a bath. Although she had helped before, it was always with Bo Yan taking the lead.

Suddenly overwhelmed by maternal love or something of the sort, Bo Yan felt it was alright to indulge her.

However, after placing Zhizhi into the bathtub, Yuran, like a child who had done something wrong, stood anxiously to one side watching Zhizhi cry heart-wrenchingly in Bo Yan’s arms.

The cries sounded like accusations against her failure as a mother, and suddenly she felt a pang in her heart.

It also profoundly reinforced to her how difficult it had been for Bo Yan all this past year and more, how exhausted he must have been from her pregnancy to childbirth.