Chapter 20: understanding son
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After the trio got home, Yin helped little Zhong finish his homework, gave him a warm bath, and got him ready for bed. The little guy looked so soft and sleepy, I almost wanted to squish his cheeks.
She stepped out to get him some water, and guess who she saw? Mr. Iceberg Dong himself, buried in work with that laptop of his.
"Are you tired?" she asked softly, noticing the way he stretched like a worn-out lion.
He gave her a tired but genuine smile. She returned minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee and gently placed it on the table.
"This will help," she said, just being her thoughtful self.
But surprise, surprise—before she could move away, Jinye pulled her straight onto his lap. Yep. Pulled. No warning.
"Having you in my arms recharges me better than any coffee," he murmured, nose deep in her neck, kissing it like he was trying to brand her scent into memory.
She chuckled. "Recharge? Or are you just getting emotionally unstable in a dirty way, Mr. Jin?"
He inhaled her again and turned her to face him, locking lips like it was the last kiss before the apocalypse. His thumb grazed her lips afterward, lingering with quiet hunger.
"Yin…" he whispered.
She hummed in response, totally disarmed.
His hand slid down to her belly, and she giggled, squirming in his hold. "This is not right, CEO Jin... What if your son sees us like this?"
And oh lord—speak of the devil!
I blinked and there he was: Zhong, standing right there like a little betrayed soul, eyes wide and full of heartbreak. Tears rolling. Mouth trembling. I swear even I felt guilty.
Yin gasped, pushing away from Jinye.
"Baby! Are you okay? Does your head hurt?!" she asked, rushing to him—but Zhong turned and bolted like his heart had been shattered into a million gummy pieces.
"Let him be," Jinye muttered. "He'll get over it soon."
Oh, you naïve man. You really don't know your son.
Yin didn't listen, of course. She sprinted after Zhong, who had already locked himself in his room. Lucky for me—I can phase through doors.
There he was. Curled up in the corner, hugging his knees and crying his little eyes out.
"She doesn't love me anymore… she cheats on me with Daddy," he sobbed.
I had to sit down. This child is in his feelings.
Outside, Yin knocked like her life depended on it. "Baby, please open up. If you don't, Mommy's going to sleep right outside this door."
That did it. Click. The door opened a crack, and she slid in. Zhong scurried back to his corner like a little heartbroken cat.
"Baby, did I do something wrong?" she asked, walking carefully toward him. She reached to pat his head, but nope—this boy dodged. Like his name was Matrix Zhong.
Yin pouted. "Are you sick?" she tried again. Still no response.
Finally, she did what every experienced mom/auntie/witchy goddess does—she ambushed him with a hug. He resisted at first, but she held on tight, refusing to let go.
"Please don't be mad at me. I'll be so sad," she whispered, doing the puppy-eyed act. That got him.
"You… you let Daddy hold you…" he muttered.
Yin blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Daddy shouldn't hold you… only me."
Yin had to laugh. "Baby, Daddy is my husband. Of course, he can hold me."
Zhong turned away, arms folded, clearly offended.
"Awwn... Okay okay, no more Daddy hugs," she caved, playing along. "But then, who's going to hold me instead?"
His face lit up like Christmas morning. "Me!"
She kissed his forehead. "Deal. But baby, why were you crying earlier?"
He pouted again. "I don't like when Daddy holds you. I wanna be the only one."
I mean… at this point, I was screaming into a pillow.
"Baby… do you even understand what you're saying? People will think we're lovers," she said with a laugh. Zhong tilted his head like, Aren't we?
"No, sweetheart. I'm your mommy. Your dad's wife. I love you like a mother loves her son. You're my baby. But I also love Daddy. Don't get jealous, okay?"
Zhong, surprisingly mature, nodded and hugged her tightly.
After tucking him in, Yin laid beside him, but Zhong turned with those shiny, guilty eyes.
"Aunty Yin… can you go sleep with Daddy? I know he misses you a lot. I don't want him to think I'm keeping you away."
Yin blinked. Oh, this little heart thief. She smiled, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "Okay. But if you get scared, call me right away."
She quietly slipped out and headed to Jinye's room.
Now, guess what? Mr. Jin was on the verge of exploding. Not in anger—in something else entirely. That man was hard as a rock and cursing little Zhong for ruining the mood.
There he was, sprawled on the sofa like a Greek god in heat, pants tight, frustration oozing from every pore.
And just like that—Yin barged in without knocking. Girl had no chill. Her eyes went wide when she saw him like that.
I swear, season 2 is about to start off with a BANG.
Better buckle up.
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End of Season 1. Season 2 drops soon. Love y'all! 💋
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