The Salted Fish Transmigrates as a Wealthy Stepdad and Goes Viral on a Parenting Variety Show - Chapter 10

The person sleeping on the sofa did not hear anyone enter, nor did he realize someone was approaching him.

Bo Yizhou looked down at his sleeping face. Gu Wancheng seemed to be sleeping fitfully; his thick eyelashes trembled constantly as if he might open his eyes at any second. His side-sleeping posture pressed against half of his face, leaving his mouth slightly ajar.

Bo Yizhou’s gaze darkened. He slowly reached out his hand, but just as he was about to touch him, a shout of “Father” interrupted his movement and woke the person on the sofa.

“Father, what are you doing?” Chaochao popped up from the side, staring at his outstretched hand.

Bo Yizhou calmly moved his hand away.

“Ugh,” Gu Wancheng sat up and yawned, slowly opening his eyes. Once he saw the person in front of him, his eyes widened, his peach-blossom eyes instantly turning into rounded cat eyes.

Looking at the person who resembled a bristling kitten, the corners of Bo Yizhou’s mouth curled up. He sat down right next to him.

“You?”

Gu Wancheng slowly squeezed out a single word.

“I am back to sleep,” Bo Yizhou said lightheartedly.

Gu Wancheng’s face was a mask of shock.

Wait, in the original owner’s memory, you never came back here to sleep. Even though I am your husband now, we are still not that close.

“Where else would I sleep?”

“Of course Father has to sleep with us,” Chaochao added.

Gu Wancheng whipped his head around in shock. You little brat, you traitor! I really misjudged you.

“I asked Daddy already, and you agreed,” Chaochao said aggrievedly.

Gu Wancheng was stunned. Did I? When did I agree! Wait, it seems I really did agree, but I thought it was just the two of us, not both.

Was this the consequence of a misunderstanding?

While he was in a daze and feeling at a loss, Bo Yizhou remained calm and composed. He placed his hands on Gu Wancheng’s waist and lifted him up.

For what felt like the hundredth time, Gu Wancheng was shocked. “What are you doing!”

“Go take a shower. Or should I help you?”

Before the words had even fully landed, Gu Wancheng’s face instantly turned bright red. He stammered, “I, I will wash myself!”

Meeting the man’s playful gaze, he felt as if his face were hot enough to be fully cooked.

He ran away in a panic.

With a loud bang, he shut the bathroom door.

He turned on the faucet, caught a handful of water, and splashed it on his face for physical cooling. His restless heart gradually calmed down as he looked at his still-flushed face in the mirror.

He began to reflect. Wait, how did he get the upper hand? This will not do. Next time, I am going to flirt back.

Secretly setting a goal for himself, he undressed and prepared to shower.

Water vapor filled the bathroom, and Gu Wancheng’s figure gradually became blurred; only the clear sound of splashing water and his breathing could be heard.

Outside the door, Chaochao stood with his hands on his hips, looking at his old father. “Daddy is already inside, and you are still looking. You can look at me instead.”

After saying that, he puffed out his chest.

Bo Yizhou withdrew his gaze and glanced at Chaochao’s chubby figure. His tone was flat. “Look at you? Forget it.”

Upon hearing this, Chaochao’s heart broke. He threw himself onto the sofa, pouting his bottom with his face down, looking like he refused to communicate.

When he saw that no one came over to coax him after a long while, he became even angrier.

His ears twitched slightly as he vaguely heard a laugh, and he could not help but let out a soft huff.

“Angry every day. Are you a pufferfish?”

“Hmph!”

“I am not a pufferfish. I am a tiger, the kind that will eat you up in one bite, rawr!”

Bo Yizhou raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to speak, someone suddenly appeared beside them.

After a while, Gu Wancheng walked out.

“Daddy!” Chaochao happily lunged toward Gu Wancheng.

“Stop, stop, stop! If you pull any more, I will be exposed.” Gu Wancheng immediately clutched his bathrobe. He had forgotten to take his pajamas earlier; luckily, there was a bathrobe inside, or he would have been finished.

Seeing Chaochao lunging at him, he was pale with fright.

Bo Yizhou laughed, seemingly amused by his virtuous lady act, which earned him a disgruntled glare from Gu Wancheng.

Having just finished his shower, Gu Wancheng’s hair was still wet. Occasionally, drops of water fell onto his collarbone and slid deeper until they disappeared. The corners of his eyes carried a hint of rosy red. As he shot an embarrassed and annoyed look at him, Bo Yizhou suddenly felt his throat go dry. His gaze darkened, and he took a deep look at the man. Bo Yizhou pressed his tongue hard against a canine tooth; the sting allowed him to calm down temporarily. His voice was hoarse. “I am going to shower.”

After saying that, he turned and left.

Gu Wancheng suddenly felt a chill down his back and instinctively wrapped his bathrobe tighter, looking around in confusion.

After the man left, Gu Wancheng asked, “What is wrong?”

Chaochao crossed his arms. “Father bullied me.”

Gu Wancheng was puzzled. The man did not look like the type to bully others. So he asked, “How did your father bully you?”

Chaochao pouted. “While you were showering, Father kept looking. I told him to look at me, but he was not willing to.”

“Is, is that so?” Gu Wancheng stammered, his heart starting to beat uncontrollably again.

“Yes, it is.”

Tossing the inexplicable emotions aside, Gu Wancheng comforted him. “Then your father is too mean. Ignore him.”

“You cannot talk to him either!” Chaochao emphasized.

“Fine, fine, fine. Neither of us will talk to him. Have you brushed your teeth?”

“I have.”

“Then let us go to sleep.”

Gu Wancheng picked him up and walked toward the bed. Chaochao struggled non-stop, making him nearly impossible to hold, so he quickly set the boy down.

“Are you not going to sleep?”

Hearing this, Chaochao pointed at his wet hair and said seriously, “If you do not blow-dry your hair, you will get a headache when you are old. You are being naughty. Even children know you cannot sleep with wet hair. Do you know what you did wrong?”

Gu Wancheng’s ears turned hot from Chaochao’s lecture. He did not want to blow-dry his hair because it took so long and he was too lazy to move, but now he was being scolded by a child.

He wept silently in his heart. I know I was wrong, really.

“Okay, Daddy knows now.”

“Then I will watch you dry it.”

“Okay.”

Being watched like a disobedient child by Chaochao, Gu Wancheng had no choice but to comply.

Just then, Bo Yizhou came out after his shower with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Gu Wancheng caught a glimpse of him by accident. The sight of abdominal muscles filled his vision, and his face instantly turned bright red again as he hurriedly turned his head away.

“You, you, you! Why did you come out like that!”

Bo Yizhou said indifferently, “Why not? Whatever I have, you have too.”

Shocked by his shameless statement, Gu Wancheng was speechless for a moment. What did he mean by “whatever I have, you have too”? Please, their relationship was not innocent; could he please be a bit more mindful?

He criticized the man wildly in his heart, but in reality, he only blushed silently.

Gu Wancheng chose to ignore him and walked around him to get the hairdryer.

Before he could even take a few steps, the leaky windbreaker of a son started blabbering again.

“Daddy is being naughty. He wanted to sleep with wet hair.”

Chaochao!

Having been suddenly stabbed in the back, Gu Wancheng’s eyelid twitched, and he gritted his teeth.

“Oh, is that so?”

Bo Yizhou’s deep voice came from behind him. Gu Wancheng froze, then continued walking forward under the pressure of the man’s gaze.

Unfortunately, the leaky windbreaker was still blabbering, “Yes, yes.”

“Be good. Go lie down on the bed first. I will go check on your daddy.”

After staring blankly for a long while, Chaochao put his hands on his hips and stomped his foot hard. “Then you must keep a good eye on Daddy!”

“Understood.”

Looking at Gu Wancheng, who was drying his hair, Bo Yizhou walked over, leaned down close to his ear, and whispered:

“I heard you are being naughty.”

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