My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 424: The Joy of Teasing Zhizhi

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: The Joy of Teasing Zhizhi

Zhizhi had no idea what was happening, he just stared blankly at Yuran, his dimples shallowly denting his smile, softening Yuran’s heart in an instant.

She leaned in and kissed his chubby cheeks, "Good boy, why don’t you go downstairs and eat with dad while you wait for mom, okay?"

Observing the interaction between mother and son, Bo Yan didn’t say much, but watched silently, waiting for their interaction to finish before pinching Zhizhi’s cheeks.

"Say goodbye to Mom."

Zhizhi, not understanding, rolled his big dark eyes between the two, and Yuran sighed, "Qi, Zhizhi seems, well, not that smart."

Bo Yan: "..."

Zhizhi probably knew his mother was speaking ill of him, he split his mouth and started bawling.

Yuran made a noise, greased her feet, and vanished in an instant.

Watching her swiftly departing figure, Bo Yan was torn between laughter and tears as he gently soothed the weeping Zhizhi in his arms, whose long eyelashes still bore tears, looking pitiful.

Bo Yan’s heart softened, constantly soothing.

As he soothed, he even felt like laughing, thinking that he couldn’t favor one child over the other—he had to pamper both just the same, oh really.

Such a headache.

By the time Yuran had washed up and come downstairs, Zhizhi had already been tended to by Bo Yan and was playing with building blocks on his play mat, his interests also a bit peculiar.

He didn’t like various small car models but preferred LEGO, puzzles, and building blocks.

Though young, his assembling and piecing together really seemed to amount to something.

Yuran walked to the dining room where she leaned on Bo Yan’s back, who was sitting facing away from her at the dining table, causing him to suddenly lean forward due to her weight.

She laughed, "Are you making me a sandwich?"

Bo Yan continued his task unhindered, adding a slice of ham, "Who was it last night that said she needed a rest? Now, it looks like you’re quite energetic, aren’t you?"

Yuran was startled and quickly sat down beside him, releasing his neck and smiling mischievously at the sandwich in his hand, "Of course I need a rest, but that shouldn’t keep me from wanting to be close to you, should it?"

"Sweet talker, it used to always be me teasing you. What, now you want to try switching roles?"

As he spoke, the sandwich was ready and he handed it to Yuran, "Try this. Today I added an egg inside."

"Really?"

"Want to try?"

Bo Yan had not only added an egg, but it was also a sugar-heart egg, especially suiting her taste, and she was delighted, "Although I want to give you a kiss, I feel it’s a bit unfair to kiss you with a greasy mouth, so perhaps...um..."

Before she could finish her words, her lips were sealed, and her eyes widened incredulously at the face so close to hers.

Then someone pressed the back of her head, deepening their kiss.

The sandwich in her hand had already fallen back onto the plate and even rolled around a bit.

Zhizhi, happily playing with the blocks, raised his little head, drawn by some element of the scene, and looked at his parents’ gathered heads, blinking in confusion.

Then he stopped playing with the blocks and started crawling over.

Realizing the movement at his feet, Bo Yan let go of the breathless Yuran, looked down, and saw his son stretching out his arms towards him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Yuran’s face turned red, she buried her head and started nibbling on the sandwich, keeping silent about being teased when she had intended to be the teaser.

Zhizhi was lifted by Bo Yan and placed on his lap, and the little guy kept leaning toward Bo Yan’s face. Bo Yan pulled back, but Zhizhi unexpectedly reached out his Little Fatty hand, grabbed Bo Yan’s collar, and leaned in again.

Watching this, Yuran stared astonished, "No way, Zhizhi, you want a kiss too?"

Bo Yan arched an eyebrow, looking at Yuran with a look that was both teasing and serious, causing Yuran’s face to turn even redder, "What are you looking at?"

"Do you want a kiss?"

Yuran retorted, "Just now it wasn’t me who wanted the kiss. Bo Yan, you’re mistaken."

Bo Yan made a noise of acknowledgment, letting his son gnaw randomly on his face, "Then I want a kiss. Will you let me?"

Yuran: "..."

"Have you not had enough kisses?" Yuran muttered softly, her head still hanging low; unexpectedly, Bo Yan heard her clearly and even responded.

"I’ve had many, but that doesn’t mean I’ve had enough, does it?"

With Zhizhi gnawing on Bo Yan’s right cheek leaving a patch of drool, Bo Yan didn’t mind. Seeing his son flash a toothy grin and chuckle in his cute little way, he couldn’t help but smile.

"Oh... Zhizhi, you’re so messy."

Yuran expressed her distaste.

As if hearing praise, Zhizhi danced with joy, utterly delighted.

Yuran earnestly said, "Silly son, do you not realize I’m scolding you, yet you’re still so happy?"

Bo Yan said, "Wife, he will grow up. Is it nice to call him silly son?"

Yuran rarely reflected, "True, what if he grows up and thinks I don’t respect him at all?"

Bo Yan grinned, "When you were half asleep earlier, Qi Younian called you. How about you call him back now?"

"Why didn’t you mention that earlier?"

"Are you sure that if I had told you earlier, you would have called him back on time?"

Yuran fell silent, downed the milk in her cup in one gulp. Ignoring the milk stain on her lips, she kissed each of the father-son duo on their faces, leaving a white mark.

She laughed heartlessly, took out her phone and quickly snapped a photo of them, proud, "I’m keeping this photo on my phone as my trophy."

Seeing her so pleased with herself, Bo Yan laughed, "Really? I’d like to have it too."

"You want this photo?" Yuran hadn’t grasped the implication in his words, "That’s not possible; this is unique to me."

Bo Yan’s eyes grew intense, his smile laden with deeper meanings as he gazed at her. Under his tangible gaze, Yuran suddenly realized what he meant and immediately stepped back several steps.

"Bo Yan, you’re such a beast."

With that, she haughtily turned and left, striding toward the small garden while calling Qi Younian.

As soon as the call connected, Qi Younian’s voice came through slightly heavy yet helpless, "I mean, you’ve just had one child. Think over having a second one again."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qi Younian said, "I actually don’t want to talk nonsense, but don’t the things you do make me speak nonsense? Isn’t that the case?"

Yuran didn’t argue, "Did you want to talk about something?"

"Can’t I call you if there’s nothing to talk about? Listen, ever since you returned to the family, I’ve been a bit puzzled by you."

"Do I look like someone with a story?"

Qi Younian, "Miss Yuran, don’t misunderstand my words; you won’t become such a person, you know why?"

Yuran asked earnestly, "Why?"

Qi Younian: "...Forget it. I won’t talk about these trivial things. Lu Xiao’s variety show has ended, and the feedback was good. I discussed with Brother Kang, and we plan to push him toward being a serious actor. This role in ’Emperor Shun of Tang’ could let him shine a bit, creating opportunities;

so, we wanted to ask for your opinion, the second boss. Although I think you won’t have objections, I still wanted to inform you."