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Chapter 400: Less Scheming, More Sincerity

Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Less Scheming, More Sincerity

In order not to have their son accusing them of being ungrateful after benefitting from his assistance, Yan carried the little boy and quickly made their way to the guest room.

Their relationship had warmed up rapidly since the Luo Tian incident, to the point where they could wash together and scrub each other’s backs in the bath.

Now, the two equally filthy fellows had stripped down and were standing naked in the bathroom.

Yan grabbed the shower head and sprayed the little boy’s face with water, then with one swipe of his big hand, he wiped off a fair amount of the cream from the boy’s small face.

The little boy seemed to choke slightly, puffing his lips and spouting water. Discontentedly muttering something, it seemed like he was scolding Yan.

Yan held back a smile and let him complain discontentedly.

The Young Master’s eyelids fluttered, trying to open his eyes. The stubborn cream adhered to his long and dense eyelashes, making him look rather ridiculous, a bit like the puppy at home.

"Baby, close your eyes, Daddy will help you clean it off!"

Seeing the Young Master’s messy and disorganized state, as if the Little Prince had suddenly fallen into a mud puddle and turned into a little mudman, Yan couldn’t help but want to laugh.

While he wanted to laugh, he was still worried that the creamy mess would be difficult to clean up. The little boy was used to doing things by himself, but to clean up all the cream on his face and head would not be an easy task.

"Oh....."

The baby boy, who is usually used to bathing himself, now obediently stood in front of Yan, allowing Yan to dictate his actions.

"Let’s wash your hair first, okay?"

Yan asked, but he had already squeezed some shampoo into his palm and slathered it over the little boy’s head.

The little boy’s hair was soft and black. After being coated with the shampoo, it felt even more comfortable to touch. Yan, who had never cared for anyone before, watched as the gel swirled a large amount of white foam onto the boy’s head. Suddenly feeling mischievous, Yan picked up a lot of the white foam and stuck it onto the little boy’s nose.

"Achoo!"

The little boy was apparently stimulated and sneezed, sending the white foam spewing onto Yan’s belly.

Seeming to have realized that Yan was teasing him, the Young Master collected a handful of foam and slapped it onto Yan’s stomach.

Though his eyes were closed, he seemed to imagine the sight of a white, foamy handprint on Yan’s bronze belly, and he laughed to himself.

"Silly boy, close your mouth, Daddy is going to rinse off the water."

The cute and mischievous little boy made Yan want to give him a bite. But at this moment, the boy’s face and head were covered in bubbles, leaving Yan no place to bite.

The Young Master obviously didn’t like the nickname "silly boy". So, without opening his eyes, he simply reached out, grasped a handful of Yan’s waist, pinched a bit of flesh, and squeezed hard.

Yan winced in pain, and couldn’t help but snort, "You little scamp!"

His son, Yan, was no saint, but rather a little lion with sharp claws. Even if he was clearly at a disadvantage and bullied, he would still bravely extend his sharp claws.

This fiery temperament, he loved it!

After a few efficient sweeps to help the little lion rinse off the bubbles on his head, the little boy shook his head violently, opening his eyes slightly to glare at Yan, "Old scoundrel! Big fool!"

Ah, it seems he had been thinking about it all this time, looking for a chance to retaliate. Good on him!

Yan finally laughed out loud. He placed the shower head back, quickly squeezed some facial foam to scrub it open, and applied the foam from his palms onto the little boy’s face, scrubbing it vigorously. He lifted the little thing directly under the water flow, and the water stream hit the boy’s face directly. The bubbles on his face were instantly washed clean.

Seeing the little boy’s face return to its original clean and smooth state, Yan was very satisfied and finally found a chance to start, bending down and planting several kisses on the boy’s forehead, face, and temple.

"Old pervert!"

Finally, the Young Master could open his eyes and mouth. As soon as he spoke, he blurted out an insult.

Yan didn’t get angry; instead, he pointed to the body wash, "Do you want Daddy to help you bathe?"

The Young Master shook off the water on his head and wiped his face with his small hand, wiping away some of the water beads on his face. Then, he reached out and patted Yan’s sturdy belly.

"The little master will help you wash your hair! Squat down!"

It is said that raising a son is insurance for old age. Yan didn’t expect his efforts to be reciprocated so quickly. Fearing that his son might back out, he obediently squatted down at the boy’s command.

The little boy, mimicking Yan’s actions earlier, slathered his head with shampoo foam first. His small, soft hands combed through Yan’s hair several times, which felt even more comfortable than a professional hair wash at a salon.

Yan hummed in comfort, then heard the little boy’s command, "Close your eyes!"

As soon as Yan closed his eyes, his face and nose were covered with clumps of foam, and finally, even his chest and stomach were not spared.

Yan was not annoyed, and let the little boy play with him as if he was a giant toy, giggling incessantly. Even Yan himself reached out and smeared a clump of foam all over the little boy.

They finally finished playing and bathing, dried off, and the two of them stood in front of the mirror together. The little boy first looked at the sharp height difference between himself and Yan in the mirror.

Then, he seemed to have an idea and glanced at a certain part of Yan. He lowered his head and looked at the same part of himself.

Yan saw all his actions and laughed while patting his head, "What’s the matter, do you feel inferior?"

The Young Master snorted, "Nonsense! You’ve got the old one, I’ve got the little one, why should I feel inferior?"

Yan laughed openly. His so-called inferiority was in terms of size.

However, the little Young Master was quite clever, diverting the topic from a matter of size to one of age. Putting it in his terms, Yan was indeed the one who should feel inferior!

The two of them stepped out of the bathroom with nothing on. Although the heating was on in the room, the little boy was the first to crawl into bed and wrap himself up in the quilt.

Yan opened his suitcase and took out his clothes, one by one, to put on.

The little boy lay on the bed, wrapped in a quilt like a cocoon, with only a pair of eyes rolling around, fixed on Yan’s retreating figure.

"Daddy, are you going to sleep with Mommy tonight?"

Yan suddenly turned to look at him, "Would your mommy agree?"

The little boy rested his chin in his hand, thinking carefully, "Let me think..."

Despite being tempted by the boy’s suggestion, Yan understood the importance of restraint.

"Baby, Mommy had a long day at work and must be tired. Do you want to sleep with Daddy tonight?"

As for dealing with Zhu Qianying, apart from being forceful, he could always resort to cunning.

Even if the little boy didn’t cooperate, Yan himself was not ignorant of these petty tricks.

However, Yan felt that such small tricks might occasionally work for petty matters, but when it came to matters of principle, he preferred to respect Zhu Qianying’s wishes.

"Less scheming, more sincerity."

This sentence suddenly popped into Yan’s mind.

It couldn’t be more appropriate in his relationship with Zhu Qianying.

The little Young Master seemed to be convinced. When Yan, holding him wrapped like a cocoon in a blanket, walked out of the guest room and saw Zhu Qianying, he said.

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