Coldly, Dun Dun’s father stared at people with his eyes, just as fierce as the first impression.
But back then, due to unfamiliarity, An Wuyang would cower, would be afraid.
Whenever the other person glared, he wouldn’t dare to misbehave.
As for now, what’s there to fear?
“Do you want watermelon or apple?” An Wuyang ran to the door and leaned against it, poking his head out, revealing a plump forehead, his defensive posture indicating that he was still a bit afraid.
“Neither, I’ll have a pear,” Huo Yunchuan said deliberately.
“Okay.” An Wuyang ran off.
A wave of childishness.
He went downstairs, peeled a ripe pear, happily brought it up, and offered it to Huo Yunchuan, “Here, have some.”
Such obedient cleverness made one unwilling to argue with him at all.
Huo Yunchuan took the pear from An Wuyang’s hand with a stern face, took a bite, and found it sweet. “Are you going to eat? I’ll share half with you.”
An Wuyang shook his head seriously, saying, “No need to share.”
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Huo Yunchuan’s reaction was slightly exaggerated: “Cough cough cough…”
Because of the little angel’s words, he choked on a mouthful of pear, a man in his thirties with a slightly red face, which seemed inconsistent with his image as an experienced person.
“So careless?” An Wuyang wiped Huo Yunchuan with a wet tissue, his movements as skillful as when taking care of Dun Dun.
The mature man who had been floating for a long time glanced at him slightly, his gaze following the fingers under his eyelids, swaying back and forth.
He felt somewhat relieved. The little boy who had always been taken care of by himself finally learned to care for others.
Very good.
The next day, books were delivered.
An Wuyang had been tinkering with the flour in the kitchen, which he hadn’t touched for a long time, when suddenly, Dun Dun’s father, with a serious expression, grabbed him and took him to the study on the third floor.
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Previously, Huo Yunchuan never worked here in order to accompany him and Dun Dun.
Now that Dun Dun had grown up a bit, and An Wuyang had recovered from childbirth, it was likely that the workspace would move here.
Seeing the towering stack of books on the table, An Wuyang, feeling like a total academic failure, trembled and said, “What… what’s this?”
The handsome man looked up at him, then glanced at the books. “Aren’t you supposed to study? Pick any subject you like and start learning from today.”
Yes, he had suggested it himself!
But was it happening so soon?
“Then… English,” An Wuyang said, looking at the top book with a heavy heart, accepting the fact that he was going to start studying.
Huo Yunchuan took down the English book, flipped it open in his hands, then took out a pair of silver-rimmed glasses from the desk and put them on.
He then walked to the small blackboard he had personally arranged, and wrote on it with a blue chalk.
At the same time, An Wuyang finally noticed the only small desk in the study!
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Exactly like the ones in high school!
He walked over with nostalgia, pulled out the chair and sat down, then unbelievably discovered that this was his own chair. “You…”
This man was too terrifying.
“Oh,” Huo Yunchuan raised his hand and glanced back, calmly saying, “This is your desk.”
“When did you get it back?” It was too spooky.
“I called your school principal.” Huo Yunchuan turned around, writing beautiful chalk letters.
“Oh my god…” An Wuyang covered his face with both hands, then changed to resting his head on the table. “…Now I’ll definitely be famous in school.”
“Don’t rest your head on the table, sit up straight,” Huo Yunchuan said coldly, holding a small stick in his hand, topped with a little fluffy ball. If it weren’t for the fluffy ball on top, one might think he was serious!
Using this kind of cat toy-like stick to strike wouldn’t cause An Wuyang physical pain, but it would evoke strong feelings of shame.
“I’m a college student, not a primary school student…” An Wuyang straightened his back, suppressing his embarrassment and murmured softly, “Either you change the ruler, or you stop using that thing to hit me.”
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Huo Yunchuan remained unmoved, simultaneously dissatisfied with the little angel’s classroom discipline, saying, “It’s class time now. Your attention should be focused on learning. Trivial matters shouldn’t be brought up in class.”
An Wuyang: “…”
Back in high school, English wasn’t particularly difficult, and even a mediocre student like An Wuyang managed to achieve above-average proficiency.
However, after a year of neglect, most of that knowledge had been forgotten.
Upon learning about the little angel’s situation, Huo Yunchuan opened up another section for him to review high school knowledge.
With some residual impressions from previous study sessions, the review went relatively smoothly.
At this point, An Wuyang was very nervous, feeling more anxious than facing a real teacher.
Do we even need to ask why?
A CEO who could earn billions in minutes, deliberately set aside his work to teach a mediocre student.
Even if he was asked questions he didn’t know, he could only muster the courage to claim he knew the answer.
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“Now try reading it out loud.” Huo Yunchuan instructed. Just a moment ago, he had repeated each word on the small blackboard twice for the little angel.
“Okay.” An Wuyang stood up and clumsily uttered an English sentence.
Huo Yunchuan asked, “Your English teacher is from Sichuan, right?”
An Wuyang asked with surprise, “How did you know?”
Yes, his English teacher is indeed from Sichuan.
Huo Yunchuan pushed his glasses up. “Because the English you speak carries a hint of Sichuan accent…”
While he himself spoke in a standard Oxford accent.
An Sichuan pronunciation Wuyang’s face turned red with embarrassment, but his innate optimism made him scratch his head. “Actually, our class isn’t too bad. Some classes have English teachers from the Northeast…”
“It’s okay, I’ll help you correct it,” Huo Yunchuan said.
With his glasses on, he became unusually stern in front of the small blackboard and quickly resumed repeating the words.
“Difficulty, difficulty.”
Teacher Huo repeated twice, letting An Wuyang pronounce according to his own accent.
“Difficulty,” the young man said.
Huo Yunchuan opened his phone to record, then said again, “Difficulty.”
“Difficulty…” An Wuyang repeated.
“I’ll let you listen to it yourself and see the difference,” Huo Yunchuan said.
Hearing his partner speak such standard and pleasant English while his own speech still sounded like a local dialect was very embarrassing and disheartening for the boy from Sichuan. “I’m not good at this…”
Huo Yunchuan didn’t say anything, continuing to teach patiently.
Despite summarizing the pronunciation tips and characteristics, An Wuyang still couldn’t get it right.
“Maybe I should just give up…” An Wuyang said in frustration, not daring to meet Huo Yunchuan’s eyes. “I can’t speak in such an elegant accent.”
Huo Yunchuan walked over and leaned on the little angel’s desk. “Are you giving up so easily?”
An Wuyang kept his head low. “…”
Suddenly, Huo Yunchuan sternly ordered, “Look up and look at me!”
An Wuyang, who was almost scared witless, immediately raised his head eagerly, his eyes reddened: “No, I haven’t given up, I’m just afraid of wasting your time, I’m a bit slow.”
He had always been slow in learning things, preferring to learn quietly and slowly.
“For the pronunciation of the words just now, like this…” Huo Yunchuan stared at him for a moment, then pinched his chin and kissed his lips gently.
Using his tongue, he indicated clearly inside An Wuyang’s mouth, pointing out the crucial areas where the pronunciation should be touched.
An Wuyang: “…”
With his mind turning into mush, he had no energy left to focus on learning the pronunciation of the words; all he could feel was that tenderness!
After the thorough and conscientious teaching session, Huo Yunchuan withdrew from An Wuyang’s lips, straightened up, and asked sternly, “Do you understand?”
The flushed-faced youth was filled with the three major questions of life: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
“Y-Yangyang?” Huo Yunchuan, with chalk dust on his fingers, patted the boy’s cheek gently. “I’m asking you a question.” Then he noticed the powder on the boy’s face and furrowed his brow as he carefully wiped it off.
“Um, oh…” An Wuyang blushed, thinking to himself that even though they were in the midst of a serious kiss, Huo Yunchuan’s kissing skills were quite terrible. Was this what they call ‘accidentally hitting the mark and making a tree’?
“…Difficulty, right?” He rambled on with an attitude of ‘I won’t get it right anyway’.
But Huo Yunchuan relaxed his brows and nodded approvingly. “Yes.” After a pause, his gaze became complicated. “You really seem to suit this teaching method.”
“Huh?” This was very unexpected!
“Well, since you like it this way, I won’t waste any more time.” Huo Yunchuan found the next word he needed to teach, repeated it twice, explained its pronunciation characteristics, and then kissed the boy on the chin.
It could be said that this was a very concise and clear teaching method!
From then on, Daddy Huo particularly enjoyed giving the little angel English lessons.
Next came ballroom dance lessons.
Teaching time: nighttime.
Teaching location: the exclusive practice room.
When An Wuyang was ready to showcase his skills in non-cultural classes, Daddy Huo would play soft music, let the little angel step on his feet, then wrap his arms around the little angel’s waist and spin gently.
Is this… ballroom dancing?
An Wuyang wrapped his arms around his neck, feeling torn between ‘am I stupid or is he stupid’…
Glancing sideways, he saw Huo Yunchuan looking relaxed, his movements leisurely, clearly enjoying himself.
“… ” After all, since everyone’s relationship was so good, the little angel pretended that he was dancing ballroom, or what else could he do.
As they were nearing the end, CEO Huo held the obedient little angel tightly and took a breath, “Darling, we won’t learn ballroom dancing.”
An Wuyang immediately asked, “Why?”
Huo Yunchuan replied, “If you learn to dance, you’ll have to dance with whoever invites you.”
And there was no way he’d let An Wuyang dance with anyone else.
“No, no, I’m learning to dance just so I can appear with you at important events,” An Wuyang explained anxiously. “Otherwise, you’ll have to dance with someone else, won’t you? I won’t allow you to dance with anyone else.”
Before they got married, Huo Yunchuan didn’t care who he was with. But now that they were married, their hearts and eyes should only be for each other.
Holding onto the little angel’s steps, Huo Yunchuan almost twisted his ankle and stumbled.
“Very well,” he took a deep breath. “I’ll start teaching you tomorrow…”
Until bedtime, Huo Yunchuan, the delightfully acquired little fanboy, was still savoring his partner’s dominant request.
So, the little angel was so anxious because he was worried about him flirting with others?
Huo Yunchuan thought An Wuyang was so naive that he didn’t understand love.
Well, that was great. In another month, he would make sure his partner could be completely at ease.
After a day’s lessons, apart from tasting, An Wuyang hadn’t really touched anything else, but he had gained some understanding.
“Difficulty, difficulty.”
Before going to bed, he sat at the desk where Huo Yunchuan had worked earlier, diligently reviewing what he had learned during the day.
CEO Huo watched the scene of the little angel studying by lamplight, sometimes feeling relieved, sometimes showing a hint of heartache.
The next morning, he mercilessly dragged An Wuyang out of bed, opened the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for him, and demanded that he get cleaned up and dressed.
It was a suit.
An Wuyang asked about the destination, immediately sprang up, and started dressing.
“Slow down,” Huo Yunchuan immediately reminded, furrowing his brow.
“It’s fine,” An Wuyang said as he continued to change clothes, flipping up his shirt. “My wounds don’t hurt anymore,” he smiled at Huo Yunchuan.
Today, they were going to a wine tasting event.
The venue was an estate, with a moderate number of people and occasional sightings of journalists.
As An Wuyang was led in by Huo Yunchuan, he looked around and noticed journalists taking pictures.
“Hi,” the young man always dressed well when he went out and smiled whenever he saw a camera.
Ever since the full moon banquet for Dun Dun, the journalists in the capital had spread the word among themselves: Huo Yunchuan’s son-in-law was great for photoshoots! Very cooperative!
The journalists who hadn’t attended were skeptical, but now they were experiencing it firsthand.
The excited journalists waved at An Wuyang.
“Hi…” the young man across from them waved back.
Oh my goodness, they’re interacting!
So sweet! So cute!
“Let’s secretly follow and take some shots…” the journalists whispered among themselves with newfound courage.
Seeing Huo’s family ‘unique’ son-in-law, they almost forgot that they couldn’t touch Huo Yunchuan’s whiskers.
Huo Yunchuan watched all this happen without saying anything, simply keeping the little angel close to him and occasionally using his arm to shield the side of his face.
His protective stance was unmistakable.
He led An Wuyang indoors, approaching the end of a long table where the red wines were displayed, starting from the less crowded area.
“Tasting wine isn’t about actually drinking it; you just swirl it around in your mouth and spit it out,” Huo Yunchuan took out a glass, poured a bit of wine, swirled it in his mouth, and then spat it out.
“This is a wine from Georgia, Saperavi, one of the more representative red wines from Georgia,” Huo Yunchuan said. “It used to be the state banquet wine during the Soviet era, known for its unique brewing process, hence its slightly acidic taste and high alcohol content…”
While educating the little angel, the man slightly lowered his head, deliberately getting closer to his ear.
An Wuyang got lost in the deep, rich voice, unconsciously lifting the glass and taking a sip, even swallowing it.
The distinctive acidity of the wine immediately made him furrow his brow, and soon his cheeks turned red.
“It’s indeed a bit sour,” An Wuyang remarked.
Huo Yunchuan looked at his face speechlessly and took the wine glass away. “Let’s call it a day for today.” Just a sip and his face turned this red, and seeing him blushing like that was too embarrassing, it’s better to go home.
“Huh? Oh?” An Wuyang asked, “What?”
“Let’s go home,” Huo Yunchuan replied, not joking.
The young man looked puzzled, like a ‘confused Shiba Inu meme’, as if to say, “But we just got here, Dad.”
Coldly, Dun Dun’s father stared at people with his eyes, just as fierce as the first impression.
But back then, due to unfamiliarity, An Wuyang would cower, would be afraid.
Whenever the other person glared, he wouldn’t dare to misbehave.
As for now, what’s there to fear?
“Do you want watermelon or apple?” An Wuyang ran to the door and leaned against it, poking his head out, revealing a plump forehead, his defensive posture indicating that he was still a bit afraid.
“Neither, I’ll have a pear,” Huo Yunchuan said deliberately.
“Okay.” An Wuyang ran off.
A wave of childishness.
He went downstairs, peeled a ripe pear, happily brought it up, and offered it to Huo Yunchuan, “Here, have some.”
Such obedient cleverness made one unwilling to argue with him at all.
Huo Yunchuan took the pear from An Wuyang’s hand with a stern face, took a bite, and found it sweet. “Are you going to eat? I’ll share half with you.”
An Wuyang shook his head seriously, saying, “No need to share.”
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Huo Yunchuan’s reaction was slightly exaggerated: “Cough cough cough…”
Because of the little angel’s words, he choked on a mouthful of pear, a man in his thirties with a slightly red face, which seemed inconsistent with his image as an experienced person.
“So careless?” An Wuyang wiped Huo Yunchuan with a wet tissue, his movements as skillful as when taking care of Dun Dun.
The mature man who had been floating for a long time glanced at him slightly, his gaze following the fingers under his eyelids, swaying back and forth.
He felt somewhat relieved. The little boy who had always been taken care of by himself finally learned to care for others.
Very good.
The next day, books were delivered.
An Wuyang had been tinkering with the flour in the kitchen, which he hadn’t touched for a long time, when suddenly, Dun Dun’s father, with a serious expression, grabbed him and took him to the study on the third floor.
Advertisement
Previously, Huo Yunchuan never worked here in order to accompany him and Dun Dun.
Now that Dun Dun had grown up a bit, and An Wuyang had recovered from childbirth, it was likely that the workspace would move here.
Seeing the towering stack of books on the table, An Wuyang, feeling like a total academic failure, trembled and said, “What… what’s this?”
The handsome man looked up at him, then glanced at the books. “Aren’t you supposed to study? Pick any subject you like and start learning from today.”
Yes, he had suggested it himself!
But was it happening so soon?
“Then… English,” An Wuyang said, looking at the top book with a heavy heart, accepting the fact that he was going to start studying.
Huo Yunchuan took down the English book, flipped it open in his hands, then took out a pair of silver-rimmed glasses from the desk and put them on.
He then walked to the small blackboard he had personally arranged, and wrote on it with a blue chalk.
At the same time, An Wuyang finally noticed the only small desk in the study!
Advertisement
Exactly like the ones in high school!
He walked over with nostalgia, pulled out the chair and sat down, then unbelievably discovered that this was his own chair. “You…”
This man was too terrifying.
“Oh,” Huo Yunchuan raised his hand and glanced back, calmly saying, “This is your desk.”
“When did you get it back?” It was too spooky.
“I called your school principal.” Huo Yunchuan turned around, writing beautiful chalk letters.
“Oh my god…” An Wuyang covered his face with both hands, then changed to resting his head on the table. “…Now I’ll definitely be famous in school.”
“Don’t rest your head on the table, sit up straight,” Huo Yunchuan said coldly, holding a small stick in his hand, topped with a little fluffy ball. If it weren’t for the fluffy ball on top, one might think he was serious!
Using this kind of cat toy-like stick to strike wouldn’t cause An Wuyang physical pain, but it would evoke strong feelings of shame.
“I’m a college student, not a primary school student…” An Wuyang straightened his back, suppressing his embarrassment and murmured softly, “Either you change the ruler, or you stop using that thing to hit me.”
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Huo Yunchuan remained unmoved, simultaneously dissatisfied with the little angel’s classroom discipline, saying, “It’s class time now. Your attention should be focused on learning. Trivial matters shouldn’t be brought up in class.”
An Wuyang: “…”
Back in high school, English wasn’t particularly difficult, and even a mediocre student like An Wuyang managed to achieve above-average proficiency.
However, after a year of neglect, most of that knowledge had been forgotten.
Upon learning about the little angel’s situation, Huo Yunchuan opened up another section for him to review high school knowledge.
With some residual impressions from previous study sessions, the review went relatively smoothly.
At this point, An Wuyang was very nervous, feeling more anxious than facing a real teacher.
Do we even need to ask why?
A CEO who could earn billions in minutes, deliberately set aside his work to teach a mediocre student.
Even if he was asked questions he didn’t know, he could only muster the courage to claim he knew the answer.
Advertisement
“Now try reading it out loud.” Huo Yunchuan instructed. Just a moment ago, he had repeated each word on the small blackboard twice for the little angel.
“Okay.” An Wuyang stood up and clumsily uttered an English sentence.
Huo Yunchuan asked, “Your English teacher is from Sichuan, right?”
An Wuyang asked with surprise, “How did you know?”
Yes, his English teacher is indeed from Sichuan.
Huo Yunchuan pushed his glasses up. “Because the English you speak carries a hint of Sichuan accent…”
While he himself spoke in a standard Oxford accent.
An Sichuan pronunciation Wuyang’s face turned red with embarrassment, but his innate optimism made him scratch his head. “Actually, our class isn’t too bad. Some classes have English teachers from the Northeast…”
“It’s okay, I’ll help you correct it,” Huo Yunchuan said.
With his glasses on, he became unusually stern in front of the small blackboard and quickly resumed repeating the words.
“Difficulty, difficulty.”
Teacher Huo repeated twice, letting An Wuyang pronounce according to his own accent.
“Difficulty,” the young man said.
Huo Yunchuan opened his phone to record, then said again, “Difficulty.”
“Difficulty…” An Wuyang repeated.
“I’ll let you listen to it yourself and see the difference,” Huo Yunchuan said.
Hearing his partner speak such standard and pleasant English while his own speech still sounded like a local dialect was very embarrassing and disheartening for the boy from Sichuan. “I’m not good at this…”
Huo Yunchuan didn’t say anything, continuing to teach patiently.
Despite summarizing the pronunciation tips and characteristics, An Wuyang still couldn’t get it right.
“Maybe I should just give up…” An Wuyang said in frustration, not daring to meet Huo Yunchuan’s eyes. “I can’t speak in such an elegant accent.”
Huo Yunchuan walked over and leaned on the little angel’s desk. “Are you giving up so easily?”
An Wuyang kept his head low. “…”
Suddenly, Huo Yunchuan sternly ordered, “Look up and look at me!”
An Wuyang, who was almost scared witless, immediately raised his head eagerly, his eyes reddened: “No, I haven’t given up, I’m just afraid of wasting your time, I’m a bit slow.”
He had always been slow in learning things, preferring to learn quietly and slowly.
“For the pronunciation of the words just now, like this…” Huo Yunchuan stared at him for a moment, then pinched his chin and kissed his lips gently.
Using his tongue, he indicated clearly inside An Wuyang’s mouth, pointing out the crucial areas where the pronunciation should be touched.
An Wuyang: “…”
With his mind turning into mush, he had no energy left to focus on learning the pronunciation of the words; all he could feel was that tenderness!
After the thorough and conscientious teaching session, Huo Yunchuan withdrew from An Wuyang’s lips, straightened up, and asked sternly, “Do you understand?”
The flushed-faced youth was filled with the three major questions of life: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
“Y-Yangyang?” Huo Yunchuan, with chalk dust on his fingers, patted the boy’s cheek gently. “I’m asking you a question.” Then he noticed the powder on the boy’s face and furrowed his brow as he carefully wiped it off.
“Um, oh…” An Wuyang blushed, thinking to himself that even though they were in the midst of a serious kiss, Huo Yunchuan’s kissing skills were quite terrible. Was this what they call ‘accidentally hitting the mark and making a tree’?
“…Difficulty, right?” He rambled on with an attitude of ‘I won’t get it right anyway’.
But Huo Yunchuan relaxed his brows and nodded approvingly. “Yes.” After a pause, his gaze became complicated. “You really seem to suit this teaching method.”
“Huh?” This was very unexpected!
“Well, since you like it this way, I won’t waste any more time.” Huo Yunchuan found the next word he needed to teach, repeated it twice, explained its pronunciation characteristics, and then kissed the boy on the chin.
It could be said that this was a very concise and clear teaching method!
From then on, Daddy Huo particularly enjoyed giving the little angel English lessons.
Next came ballroom dance lessons.
Teaching time: nighttime.
Teaching location: the exclusive practice room.
When An Wuyang was ready to showcase his skills in non-cultural classes, Daddy Huo would play soft music, let the little angel step on his feet, then wrap his arms around the little angel’s waist and spin gently.
Is this… ballroom dancing?
An Wuyang wrapped his arms around his neck, feeling torn between ‘am I stupid or is he stupid’…
Glancing sideways, he saw Huo Yunchuan looking relaxed, his movements leisurely, clearly enjoying himself.
“… ” After all, since everyone’s relationship was so good, the little angel pretended that he was dancing ballroom, or what else could he do.
As they were nearing the end, CEO Huo held the obedient little angel tightly and took a breath, “Darling, we won’t learn ballroom dancing.”
An Wuyang immediately asked, “Why?”
Huo Yunchuan replied, “If you learn to dance, you’ll have to dance with whoever invites you.”
And there was no way he’d let An Wuyang dance with anyone else.
“No, no, I’m learning to dance just so I can appear with you at important events,” An Wuyang explained anxiously. “Otherwise, you’ll have to dance with someone else, won’t you? I won’t allow you to dance with anyone else.”
Before they got married, Huo Yunchuan didn’t care who he was with. But now that they were married, their hearts and eyes should only be for each other.
Holding onto the little angel’s steps, Huo Yunchuan almost twisted his ankle and stumbled.
“Very well,” he took a deep breath. “I’ll start teaching you tomorrow…”
Until bedtime, Huo Yunchuan, the delightfully acquired little fanboy, was still savoring his partner’s dominant request.
So, the little angel was so anxious because he was worried about him flirting with others?
Huo Yunchuan thought An Wuyang was so naive that he didn’t understand love.
Well, that was great. In another month, he would make sure his partner could be completely at ease.
After a day’s lessons, apart from tasting, An Wuyang hadn’t really touched anything else, but he had gained some understanding.
“Difficulty, difficulty.”
Before going to bed, he sat at the desk where Huo Yunchuan had worked earlier, diligently reviewing what he had learned during the day.
CEO Huo watched the scene of the little angel studying by lamplight, sometimes feeling relieved, sometimes showing a hint of heartache.
The next morning, he mercilessly dragged An Wuyang out of bed, opened the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for him, and demanded that he get cleaned up and dressed.
It was a suit.
An Wuyang asked about the destination, immediately sprang up, and started dressing.
“Slow down,” Huo Yunchuan immediately reminded, furrowing his brow.
“It’s fine,” An Wuyang said as he continued to change clothes, flipping up his shirt. “My wounds don’t hurt anymore,” he smiled at Huo Yunchuan.
Today, they were going to a wine tasting event.
The venue was an estate, with a moderate number of people and occasional sightings of journalists.
As An Wuyang was led in by Huo Yunchuan, he looked around and noticed journalists taking pictures.
“Hi,” the young man always dressed well when he went out and smiled whenever he saw a camera.
Ever since the full moon banquet for Dun Dun, the journalists in the capital had spread the word among themselves: Huo Yunchuan’s son-in-law was great for photoshoots! Very cooperative!
The journalists who hadn’t attended were skeptical, but now they were experiencing it firsthand.
The excited journalists waved at An Wuyang.
“Hi…” the young man across from them waved back.
Oh my goodness, they’re interacting!
So sweet! So cute!
“Let’s secretly follow and take some shots…” the journalists whispered among themselves with newfound courage.
Seeing Huo’s family ‘unique’ son-in-law, they almost forgot that they couldn’t touch Huo Yunchuan’s whiskers.
Huo Yunchuan watched all this happen without saying anything, simply keeping the little angel close to him and occasionally using his arm to shield the side of his face.
His protective stance was unmistakable.
He led An Wuyang indoors, approaching the end of a long table where the red wines were displayed, starting from the less crowded area.
“Tasting wine isn’t about actually drinking it; you just swirl it around in your mouth and spit it out,” Huo Yunchuan took out a glass, poured a bit of wine, swirled it in his mouth, and then spat it out.
“This is a wine from Georgia, Saperavi, one of the more representative red wines from Georgia,” Huo Yunchuan said. “It used to be the state banquet wine during the Soviet era, known for its unique brewing process, hence its slightly acidic taste and high alcohol content…”
While educating the little angel, the man slightly lowered his head, deliberately getting closer to his ear.
An Wuyang got lost in the deep, rich voice, unconsciously lifting the glass and taking a sip, even swallowing it.
The distinctive acidity of the wine immediately made him furrow his brow, and soon his cheeks turned red.
“It’s indeed a bit sour,” An Wuyang remarked.
Huo Yunchuan looked at his face speechlessly and took the wine glass away. “Let’s call it a day for today.” Just a sip and his face turned this red, and seeing him blushing like that was too embarrassing, it’s better to go home.
“Huh? Oh?” An Wuyang asked, “What?”
“Let’s go home,” Huo Yunchuan replied, not joking.
The young man looked puzzled, like a ‘confused Shiba Inu meme’, as if to say, “But we just got here, Dad.”
