Chapter 129: 129 – Discussions And Dinner Plans
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"What do I do?" Fang asked Pax helplessly. He had no idea that his insecurities would have such an effect on Ren. This was terrible! Fang had not even noticed this – because Ren didn't fall short with his doting on the babies and was no less generous than before to others. Fang had taken over the matter of Ren's clothes a long time ago anyway, so Ren never bothered with those, and for meals, most of the time they ate together at SIMS or at home, so Fang had never noticed.
Besides, with Ren, if he didn't want you to notice something, you would be hard pressed to find it.
Pax sighed. "Well, I do understand that Ren can be rather cavalier with money and goes overboard when it comes to pampering people he cares about – but perhaps you could make it clear to him that you like him as he is and he doesn't need to rake himself over the glowing coals to make you happy on this matter? That it is fine for him to do whatever he wants to do? And that he shouldn't neglect himself like this?" he suggested. "Honestly, I think Ren needs to get some therapy as well. I did suggest once, but he threw the idea out of the window right away."
"Doctors make the worst patients," Fang murmured.
"Very true," Pax said. "But tell me, Fang, what do you want to do with this matter? Do you want Ren to go back to being the privileged young master that he originally was, or does it make you happy that he is bending over backwards like this for your sake, because your opinion matters to him so much?" he asked.
Fang froze for a moment. "I would be lying if I said that a part of me isn't pleased that he values my opinion so much," he confessed honestly. "But the rest of me aches to see my beloved suffering because of me…"
Pax smiled. "Good," he said. "Then, I believe, my young friend, that you will be able to knock some sense into your idiot fiancé."
It was Fang's turn to sigh.
"I will try my best," Fang said. "But I – I don't know how to pamper anyone," he murmured.
Pax rolled his eyes. "You have been at the receiving end of pampering from the master of pampering himself for over a year now, haven't you?" he pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Someone with your IQ and your aptitude – don't you already know what you need to do?"
Fang hesitated.
Pax pursed his lips. "Or is it that you don't want to pamper Ren? Or are you afraid that when you start pampering Ren, he will stop doing the same for you and instead, you'll end without any pampering from his end?" he asked shrewdly, narrowing his eyes at Fang.
Fang flushed. Pax was more on point that all his former therapists, he thought randomly.
Pax sighed. "Well, it's up to you," he said. "It's between you and Ren, anyway. You decide what you want to do."
"I want to pamper Ren," Fang murmured. "But I…"
"Well, you can take small steps and see what happens, and then decide accordingly," Pax said flatly. "All you doctors and researchers working on medical research, isn't that what you do all the time? Conduct experiments and trials to see what works and what doesn't, and then decide the way forward based on the results of your experiments and trials?"
Fang brightened immediately. "That makes sense," he said gratefully. "Thank you, Pax."
Pax shrugged. "I think I'm going to ask Ren for an additional bonus just for the therapy sessions I have to personally conduct for the two of you," he grumbled. "Come on, then, I'll drop you home now that your fiancé has run off, and on the way, you can tell me about what you want for Zephyr, and I'll have the paperwork done accordingly, and then I'll sit with you tomorrow and take you through the whole process of how a company is incorporated and what are the things that you need to keep in mind for it."
Fang nodded eagerly. "Thank you," he said again.
Pax sighed and ruffled the younger man's hair affectionately.
The two of them packed up and a few minutes later, they went down to the parking lot to Pax's car. Pax's chauffeur, a member of the Blue Wolves, was waiting for them.
They were just driving out of Sirocco's building when Ren called Pax.
"Yes, yes, I'm bringing your little darling home," Pax said to Ren without preamble. "We are already on our way to your home."
Ren, who had reached home a few minutes ago and realised that in his embarrassment and fear that Fang would find out about his failure at being able to save money properly, he had entirely forgotten that he had gone to Sirocco's office in the first place to pick up Fang! He had wondered for a moment if he should go back himself and pick up Fang – but then, Steward Paul, who was aware that Fang had gone over to Sirocco, asked Ren if Pax would be bringing Fang home and if he should lay a place at the dinner table for Pax as well, and Ren had realised that he could always call Pax and ask him about this!
Chastising himself for having left his working brain somewhere along the way, Ren had immediately picked up his phone and called Pax.
And Pax had clearly been expecting this call, because he immediately answered Ren's unasked question even before Ren could say hello!
Pax really was something else, Ren thought to himself.
"Thank you," Ren said gratefully. "Would you like to have dinner with us?" he asked.
Pax thought for a moment. "Sure," he said. "What's on the menu?"
Ren looked at Steward Paul and Chef Jules for help and switched his phone to speakerphone mode.
Chef Jules listed out what he was in the process of preparing, and then added, "If young Pax would like to eat something else, I am more than happy to make it for him!"
Ren chuckled. "Well, you heard that, didn't you, Pax?" he asked. "What do you want to eat?"
Pax laughed. "Chef Jules has already made such an impressive list – I'd love to sample those. Is there any chance that I can put in a request for a red velvet cake for dessert? I have a sudden and unexplained craving for a slice of a red velvet cake, for some reason," he murmured.
"It will be ready by the time you finish the main course," Chef Jules said immediately. "Red velvet is simple enough."
"Thank you, Chef Jules," Pax said gratefully.
Chef Jules smiled. "If you want, I can also give you some of my cake mixes that I prepare and keep for times like these. It comes in very handy. All you need to do is mix it up and throw it in the oven. I have about seventeen flavours ready – but I can make others, if you need," he offered.
Pax was stunned into an impressed silence immediately. "Wow," he murmured reverently after some time. "You didn't do this before, did you?"
Chef Jules chuckled. "The little ones like cakes, so I have to be prepared," he explained fondly.
Hearing themselves being mentioned in the same context as cakes, the four babies immediately jumped at Chef Jules, demanding their own cakes! Well, the three furballs jumped at him, to be accurate, while Sylvia, who was in her human baby form at the moment, pointed at Chef Jules and announced, "Choco! White! Cherry!"
The four babies wanted a black forest cake in addition to the red velvet cake, Ren realised.
"I think the babies want a black forest cake as well, Chef Jules," Ren said mildly.
"Of course," Chef Jules said immediately, beaming at the furballs and little human baby Sylvia. "I will make one right away – it would be my pleasure." He looked at Ren. "Is there anything that you would want to add, Master Ren?"
Ren shook his head. "No, no, your menu for dinner sounds perfect to me, thank you very much, Chef Jules," he said.
Chef Jules nodded happily, and went away humming a tune.
Steward Paul also nodded at Ren and went after Chef Jules.
"Daddy! Is Papa coming home?" Snow asked impatiently.
"Yes, yes," Ren replied. "Uncle Pax is bringing him over."
Pax, who was still on the call, and on speakerphone, too, chuckled. "Don't worry, little ones. Your Daddy forgot your Papa in the office, so Uncle Pax is bringing him home to you. Meanwhile, you all can scold your Daddy for being so absent minded!" he said in a teasing voice.
Ren flushed.
Sylvia immediately turned into a snake and wrapped herself around Ren's arm. "No one gets to scold Daddy!" she said firmly. "Daddy is the best and no one can scold Daddy!"
Ren chuckled and patted her affectionately, while Pax burst out laughing.
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"What do I do?" Fang asked Pax helplessly. He had no idea that his insecurities would have such an effect on Ren. This was terrible! Fang had not even noticed this – because Ren didn't fall short with his doting on the babies and was no less generous than before to others. Fang had taken over the matter of Ren's clothes a long time ago anyway, so Ren never bothered with those, and for meals, most of the time they ate together at SIMS or at home, so Fang had never noticed.
Besides, with Ren, if he didn't want you to notice something, you would be hard pressed to find it.
Pax sighed. "Well, I do understand that Ren can be rather cavalier with money and goes overboard when it comes to pampering people he cares about – but perhaps you could make it clear to him that you like him as he is and he doesn't need to rake himself over the glowing coals to make you happy on this matter? That it is fine for him to do whatever he wants to do? And that he shouldn't neglect himself like this?" he suggested. "Honestly, I think Ren needs to get some therapy as well. I did suggest once, but he threw the idea out of the window right away."
"Doctors make the worst patients," Fang murmured.
"Very true," Pax said. "But tell me, Fang, what do you want to do with this matter? Do you want Ren to go back to being the privileged young master that he originally was, or does it make you happy that he is bending over backwards like this for your sake, because your opinion matters to him so much?" he asked.
Fang froze for a moment. "I would be lying if I said that a part of me isn't pleased that he values my opinion so much," he confessed honestly. "But the rest of me aches to see my beloved suffering because of me…"
Pax smiled. "Good," he said. "Then, I believe, my young friend, that you will be able to knock some sense into your idiot fiancé."
It was Fang's turn to sigh.
"I will try my best," Fang said. "But I – I don't know how to pamper anyone," he murmured.
Pax rolled his eyes. "You have been at the receiving end of pampering from the master of pampering himself for over a year now, haven't you?" he pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Someone with your IQ and your aptitude – don't you already know what you need to do?"
Fang hesitated.
Pax pursed his lips. "Or is it that you don't want to pamper Ren? Or are you afraid that when you start pampering Ren, he will stop doing the same for you and instead, you'll end without any pampering from his end?" he asked shrewdly, narrowing his eyes at Fang.
Fang flushed. Pax was more on point that all his former therapists, he thought randomly.
Pax sighed. "Well, it's up to you," he said. "It's between you and Ren, anyway. You decide what you want to do."
"I want to pamper Ren," Fang murmured. "But I…"
"Well, you can take small steps and see what happens, and then decide accordingly," Pax said flatly. "All you doctors and researchers working on medical research, isn't that what you do all the time? Conduct experiments and trials to see what works and what doesn't, and then decide the way forward based on the results of your experiments and trials?"
Fang brightened immediately. "That makes sense," he said gratefully. "Thank you, Pax."
Pax shrugged. "I think I'm going to ask Ren for an additional bonus just for the therapy sessions I have to personally conduct for the two of you," he grumbled. "Come on, then, I'll drop you home now that your fiancé has run off, and on the way, you can tell me about what you want for Zephyr, and I'll have the paperwork done accordingly, and then I'll sit with you tomorrow and take you through the whole process of how a company is incorporated and what are the things that you need to keep in mind for it."
Fang nodded eagerly. "Thank you," he said again.
Pax sighed and ruffled the younger man's hair affectionately.
The two of them packed up and a few minutes later, they went down to the parking lot to Pax's car. Pax's chauffeur, a member of the Blue Wolves, was waiting for them.
They were just driving out of Sirocco's building when Ren called Pax.
"Yes, yes, I'm bringing your little darling home," Pax said to Ren without preamble. "We are already on our way to your home."
Ren, who had reached home a few minutes ago and realised that in his embarrassment and fear that Fang would find out about his failure at being able to save money properly, he had entirely forgotten that he had gone to Sirocco's office in the first place to pick up Fang! He had wondered for a moment if he should go back himself and pick up Fang – but then, Steward Paul, who was aware that Fang had gone over to Sirocco, asked Ren if Pax would be bringing Fang home and if he should lay a place at the dinner table for Pax as well, and Ren had realised that he could always call Pax and ask him about this!
Chastising himself for having left his working brain somewhere along the way, Ren had immediately picked up his phone and called Pax.
And Pax had clearly been expecting this call, because he immediately answered Ren's unasked question even before Ren could say hello!
Pax really was something else, Ren thought to himself.
"Thank you," Ren said gratefully. "Would you like to have dinner with us?" he asked.
Pax thought for a moment. "Sure," he said. "What's on the menu?"
Ren looked at Steward Paul and Chef Jules for help and switched his phone to speakerphone mode.
Chef Jules listed out what he was in the process of preparing, and then added, "If young Pax would like to eat something else, I am more than happy to make it for him!"
Ren chuckled. "Well, you heard that, didn't you, Pax?" he asked. "What do you want to eat?"
Pax laughed. "Chef Jules has already made such an impressive list – I'd love to sample those. Is there any chance that I can put in a request for a red velvet cake for dessert? I have a sudden and unexplained craving for a slice of a red velvet cake, for some reason," he murmured.
"It will be ready by the time you finish the main course," Chef Jules said immediately. "Red velvet is simple enough."
"Thank you, Chef Jules," Pax said gratefully.
Chef Jules smiled. "If you want, I can also give you some of my cake mixes that I prepare and keep for times like these. It comes in very handy. All you need to do is mix it up and throw it in the oven. I have about seventeen flavours ready – but I can make others, if you need," he offered.
Pax was stunned into an impressed silence immediately. "Wow," he murmured reverently after some time. "You didn't do this before, did you?"
Chef Jules chuckled. "The little ones like cakes, so I have to be prepared," he explained fondly.
Hearing themselves being mentioned in the same context as cakes, the four babies immediately jumped at Chef Jules, demanding their own cakes! Well, the three furballs jumped at him, to be accurate, while Sylvia, who was in her human baby form at the moment, pointed at Chef Jules and announced, "Choco! White! Cherry!"
The four babies wanted a black forest cake in addition to the red velvet cake, Ren realised.
"I think the babies want a black forest cake as well, Chef Jules," Ren said mildly.
"Of course," Chef Jules said immediately, beaming at the furballs and little human baby Sylvia. "I will make one right away – it would be my pleasure." He looked at Ren. "Is there anything that you would want to add, Master Ren?"
Ren shook his head. "No, no, your menu for dinner sounds perfect to me, thank you very much, Chef Jules," he said.
Chef Jules nodded happily, and went away humming a tune.
Steward Paul also nodded at Ren and went after Chef Jules.
"Daddy! Is Papa coming home?" Snow asked impatiently.
"Yes, yes," Ren replied. "Uncle Pax is bringing him over."
Pax, who was still on the call, and on speakerphone, too, chuckled. "Don't worry, little ones. Your Daddy forgot your Papa in the office, so Uncle Pax is bringing him home to you. Meanwhile, you all can scold your Daddy for being so absent minded!" he said in a teasing voice.
Ren flushed.
Sylvia immediately turned into a snake and wrapped herself around Ren's arm. "No one gets to scold Daddy!" she said firmly. "Daddy is the best and no one can scold Daddy!"
Ren chuckled and patted her affectionately, while Pax burst out laughing.
"What do I do?" Fang asked Pax helplessly. He had no idea that his insecurities would have such an effect on Ren. This was terrible! Fang had not even noticed this because Ren didn't fall short with his doting on the babies and was no less generous than before to others. Fang had taken over the matter of Ren's clothes a long time ago anyway, so Ren never bothered with those, and for meals, most of the time they ate together at SIMS or at home, so Fang had never noticed.Besides, with Ren, if he didn't want you to notice something, you would be hard pressed to find it.Pax sighed. "Well, I do understand that Ren can be rather cavalier with money and goes overboard when it comes to pampering people he cares about but perhaps you could make it clear to him that you like him as he is and he doesn't need to rake himself over the glowing coals to make you happy on this matter? That it is fine for him to do whatever he wants to do? And that he shouldn't neglect himself like this?" he suggested. "Honestly, I think Ren needs to get some therapy as well. I did suggest once, but he threw the idea out of the window right away.""Doctors make the worst patients," Fang murmured."Very true," Pax said. "But tell me, Fang, what do you want to do with this matter? Do you want Ren to go back to being the privileged young master that he originally was, or does it make you happy that he is bending over backwards like this for your sake, because your opinion matters to him so much?" he asked.Fang froze for a moment. "I would be lying if I said that a part of me isn't pleased that he values my opinion so much," he confessed honestly. "But the rest of me aches to see my beloved suffering because of me"Pax smiled. "Good," he said. "Then, I believe, my young friend, that you will be able to knock some sense into your idiot fianc."It was Fang's turn to sigh."I will try my best," Fang said. "But I I don't know how to pamper anyone," he murmured.Pax rolled his eyes. "You have been at the receiving end of pampering from the master of pampering himself for over a year now, haven't you?" he pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Someone with your IQ and your aptitude don't you already know what you need to do?"Fang hesitated.Pax pursed his lips. "Or is it that you don't want to pamper Ren? Or are you afraid that when you start pampering Ren, he will stop doing the same for you and instead, you'll end without any pampering from his end?" he asked shrewdly, narrowing his eyes at Fang.Fang flushed. Pax was more on point that all his former therapists, he thought randomly.Pax sighed. "Well, it's up to you," he said. "It's between you and Ren, anyway. You decide what you want to do.""I want to pamper Ren," Fang murmured. "But I""Well, you can take small steps and see what happens, and then decide accordingly," Pax said flatly. "All you doctors and researchers working on medical research, isn't that what you do all the time? Conduct experiments and trials to see what works and what doesn't, and then decide the way forward based on the results of your experiments and trials?"Fang brightened immediately. "That makes sense," he said gratefully. "Thank you, Pax."Pax shrugged. "I think I'm going to ask Ren for an additional bonus just for the therapy sessions I have to personally conduct for the two of you," he grumbled. "Come on, then, I'll drop you home now that your fianc has run off, and on the way, you can tell me about what you want for Zephyr, and I'll have the paperwork done accordingly, and then I'll sit with you tomorrow and take you through the whole process of how a company is incorporated and what are the things that you need to keep in mind for it."Fang nodded eagerly. "Thank you," he said again.Pax sighed and ruffled the younger man's hair affectionately.The two of them packed up and a few minutes later, they went down to the parking lot to Pax's car. Pax's chauffeur, a member of the Blue Wolves, was waiting for them.They were just driving out of Sirocco's building when Ren called Pax."Yes, yes, I'm bringing your little darling home," Pax said to Ren without preamble. "We are already on our way to your home."Ren, who had reached home a few minutes ago and realised that in his embarrassment and fear that Fang would find out about his failure at being able to save money properly, he had entirely forgotten that he had gone to Sirocco's office in the first place to pick up Fang! He had wondered for a moment if he should go back himself and pick up Fang but then, Steward Paul, who was aware that Fang had gone over to Sirocco, asked Ren if Pax would be bringing Fang home and if he should lay a place at the dinner table for Pax as well, and Ren had realised that he could always call Pax and ask him about this!Chastising himself for having left his working brain somewhere along the way, Ren had immediately picked up his phone and called Pax.And Pax had clearly been expecting this call, because he immediately answered Ren's unasked question even before Ren could say hello!Pax really was something else, Ren thought to himself."Thank you," Ren said gratefully. "Would you like to have dinner with us?" he asked.Pax thought for a moment. "Sure," he said. "What's on the menu?"Ren looked at Steward Paul and Chef Jules for help and switched his phone to speakerphone mode.Chef Jules listed out what he was in the process of preparing, and then added, "If young Pax would like to eat something else, I am more than happy to make it for him!"Ren chuckled. "Well, you heard that, didn't you, Pax?" he asked. "What do you want to eat?"Pax laughed. "Chef Jules has already made such an impressive list I'd love to sample those. Is there any chance that I can put in a request for a red velvet cake for dessert? I have a sudden and unexplained craving for a slice of a red velvet cake, for some reason," he murmured."It will be ready by the time you finish the main course," Chef Jules said immediately. "Red velvet is simple enough.""Thank you, Chef Jules," Pax said gratefully.Chef Jules smiled. "If you want, I can also give you some of my cake mixes that I prepare and keep for times like these. It comes in very handy. All you need to do is mix it up and throw it in the oven. I have about seventeen flavours ready but I can make others, if you need," he offered.Pax was stunned into an impressed silence immediately. "Wow," he murmured reverently after some time. "You didn't do this before, did you?"Chef Jules chuckled. "The little ones like cakes, so I have to be prepared," he explained fondly.Hearing themselves being mentioned in the same context as cakes, the four babies immediately jumped at Chef Jules, demanding their own cakes! Well, the three furballs jumped at him, to be accurate, while Sylvia, who was in her human baby form at the moment, pointed at Chef Jules and announced, "Choco! White! Cherry!"The four babies wanted a black forest cake in addition to the red velvet cake, Ren realised."I think the babies want a black forest cake as well, Chef Jules," Ren said mildly."Of course," Chef Jules said immediately, beaming at the furballs and little human baby Sylvia. "I will make one right away it would be my pleasure." He looked at Ren. "Is there anything that you would want to add, Master Ren?"Ren shook his head. "No, no, your menu for dinner sounds perfect to me, thank you very much, Chef Jules," he said.Chef Jules nodded happily, and went away humming a tune.Steward Paul also nodded at Ren and went after Chef Jules."Daddy! Is Papa coming home?" Snow asked impatiently."Yes, yes," Ren replied. "Uncle Pax is bringing him over."Pax, who was still on the call, and on speakerphone, too, chuckled. "Don't worry, little ones. Your Daddy forgot your Papa in the office, so Uncle Pax is bringing him home to you. Meanwhile, you all can scold your Daddy for being so absent minded!" he said in a teasing voice.Ren flushed.Sylvia immediately turned into a snake and wrapped herself around Ren's arm. "No one gets to scold Daddy!" she said firmly. "Daddy is the best and no one can scold Daddy!"Ren chuckled and patted her affectionately, while Pax burst out laughing.
