After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Lin Chuanwu had some of it on his hand, brought it to his nose, and it smelled just like the fragrance coming from Wen Yan. On a whim, he licked it, and the rich, creamy taste with a hint of sweet snow orchid filled his mouth instantly. Lin Chuanwu lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

When he went out, the whole family was folding gold ingots with gold foil paper. Ever since Grandma passed away, every year on her death anniversary, Grandpa would have them fold ingots for his wife by hand.

It was Wen Yan's first time folding such things. He sat on the side, watching Grandpa Lin fold, and quickly learned how to do it, his fair fingers moving deftly. Lin Chuanwu sat next to him.

"Where did you go? Were you trying to slack off? We've already divided the gold foil paper, and this is yours," Lin Xiangyi pushed a stack towards him.

Lin Chuanwu didn't say anything, sitting closely next to Wen Yan. The faint milky fragrance seemed to tease him deliberately. Lin Chuanwu's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned closer to Wen Yan's neck. The warm, milky snow orchid scent rushed into Lin Chuanwu's lungs.

"Chuanwu, you…"

A warm head suddenly leaned over, startling Wen Yan. Seeing everyone focused on folding gold ingots, no one noticed them, so Wen Yan pushed him away.

"You're obviously hot, why don't you take off your coat?" Lin Chuanwu's black and white eyes stared at him unblinkingly.

"I'm not hot…" Wen Yan continued folding without stopping.

"Can you finish folding them?" Lin Chuanwu asked, "Do you need my help?"

"I can finish them slowly."

Grandpa Lin saw the two of them sitting together, folding things while whispering, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Finally, when it was quiet, Lin Yijing waved his fists a couple of times and suddenly started crying again. Wang Meizhi, who was looking after him, quickly picked him up from the cradle, soothing him as she walked.

Wen Yan's eyes followed them. Seeing Wang Meizhi unable to calm him, Wen Yan finished folding the last gold ingot and walked over.

"Sister Meizhi, give him to me. He might be hungry."

Wang Meizhi gestured a couple of times.

"No need for a bottle."

As soon as Lin Yijing smelled Wen Yan, he stopped crying, his fluffy head burrowing into Wen Yan's arms, clearly disliking Wen Yan's puffy coat, whimpering in grievance.

Wen Yan pursed his lips, holding him as he slowly swayed to the staircase, then went upstairs. He didn't dare go to the bathroom, so he found a secluded room on the second floor and closed the door.

He unbuttoned his coat, lifted his knitted sweater, and supported Lin Yijing's head, letting his little mouth latch on.

The blocked feeling eased a bit.

Wen Yan smiled, gazing gently at Lin Yijing.

"Good baby, eat slowly."

Then he remembered the other big baby with a bad temper, and his smile slowly faded.

He thought the secretion would stop after a day or two, but it only increased. A mother with milk can't deny her child.

So he secretly fed Lin Yijing.

However, Lin Chuanwu was very sensitive to his changes, especially the scent. Several times, he had held him and kept sniffing his neck.

He needed to find a chance to confess to him…

Lin Yijing ate for fifteen minutes before he was full. After he let go, he grinned at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan wiped the remaining milk stains with a tissue, pulled down his knitted sweater, buttoned his coat tightly, and carried Lin Yijing downstairs.

Lin Chuanwu was standing at the stairs.

He looked at Wen Yan, then at Lin Yijing in his arms.

Wen Yan felt a bit guilty, as if he had secretly let Lin Yijing have something all to himself.

"Chuanwu…"

"Grandpa and the others have gone to the cemetery."

"Then let's go too."

"Give me the child."

Wen Yan handed Lin Yijing to him. Lin Yijing clung to Wen Yan's clothes, unwilling to let go. Wen Yan coaxed him for a while before Lin Yijing obediently let Lin Chuanwu hold him.

Wen Yan walked ahead, and when Lin Chuanwu thought he wasn't looking, he pinched Lin Yijing's mouth open.

Sure enough, he smelled that familiar milky scent in his mouth.

"Hmm hmm hmm…" Lin Yijing wanted to cry.

Lin Chuanwu let go of him, staring at Wen Yan's back.

Feeding Lin Yijing behind his back…

In March, the flowers hadn't bloomed yet, and the garden was bleak.

Grandma Lin's grave was well-maintained, with a bouquet of bright yellow chrysanthemums placed in front of the tombstone.

The gold ingots folded by her children and grandchildren quickly burned to ashes. After the worship, Grandpa Lin asked them to return, wanting to spend some time alone with his old companion.

After dinner, Grandpa Lin's second son's family said they had things to do and left first. Lin Xiangyi wanted to accompany Weng Yuzhu for a check-up, so they left shortly after.

"You three should go back too. I'll stay here alone for the night," Grandpa Lin said to Lin Chuanwu.

Wen Yan felt a bit uneasy.

"If you want to stay, then stay. Just as well, let Chuanwu show you his room," Grandpa Lin chuckled. "I remember there are still photos of Chuanwu as a child in the room. You wouldn't believe how much little Yijing looks just like Chuanwu when he was young."

After chatting with them, Grandpa Lin sat in the courtyard, sipping tea and dozing off.

Lin Chuanwu's room was different from what Wen Yan had imagined. There were no airplane models that boys liked, no posters of sports stars, and no exercise equipment, just simple furniture.

Lin Chuanwu took out a photo album from the cabinet.

Lin Yijing chewed on a small blanket on the bed for a while before falling asleep.

Lin Chuanwu placed the album on the bed, watching Wen Yan, who was already a parent, kneeling by the bed like a child.

Wen Yan's eyes sparkled as he carefully opened it.

"Did you hear Grandpa say that Lin Yijing looks a lot like me when I was young, and that's why you're so eager to see?" Lin Chuanwu asked, suddenly a bit gloomy seeing Wen Yan so happy.

"Chuanwu, why would you think that?" Wen Yan was taken aback.

Lin Chuanwu stared at him, the faint milky scent wafting from his collar again.

"It has nothing to do with the baby. I just want to see what you looked like when you were young." Wen Yan's soft palm covered the back of his hand.

Lin Chuanwu pressed his forehead against his, "Are you hiding something from me again?"

"No, no…"

Lin Chuanwu chuckled ambiguously, "Then go ahead and look."

Wen Yan immediately returned to his happy state, lifting the thick cover.

The first page showed Lin Chuanwu at one month old, looking exactly like Lin Yijing.

"Grandpa was right," Wen Yan gently touched the photo with his fingers, "Chuanwu at one month old…"

Wen Yan continued flipping through. As a child, Lin Chuanwu was chubby and adorable, but by the age of three, his expression had turned gloomy.

He stared at the camera with a world-weary look.

A hand reached from under Wen Yan's arm to his collar, "You're sweating. Let me help you unbutton your clothes."

Wen Yan's attention was entirely on the album, "Okay."

The coat was unbuttoned, revealing the knitted sweater underneath.

The milky scent mixed with snow orchid filled the room.

Lin Chuanwu stared at the damp spot on the knitted sweater, his expression darkening.

Lin Yijing, who was sound asleep, smelled it and whimpered, starting to cry.

Lin Yijing's cries were like a danger alarm to Wen Yan. He immediately snapped out of the album, holding Lin Yijing in his arms. Lin Yijing didn't open his eyes, burrowing into Wen Yan's arms, searching for something to drink with his mouth.

Wen Yan then realized that his coat had somehow been unbuttoned, and his knitted sweater was soaked with milk. While soothing Lin Yijing, he glanced at Lin Chuanwu, finding him staring intently at his chest.

Wen Yan's scalp tightened suddenly.

"Chuanwu, I'll take Yijing to Sister Meizhi and have her make some formula…" Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled.

"Why waste formula when you're producing milk yourself?" Lin Chuanwu said.

Such a straightforward statement made Wen Yan's cheeks heat up instantly.

"Chuanwu…"

"I'll take Yijing to Sister Meizhi."

"Feed him in front of me."

Wen Yan felt very embarrassed…

Trembling, he lifted his knitted sweater, already leaking, a drop fell, and the sweet scent spread instantly. Wen Yan's ears burned as he lifted Lin Yijing, feeding him under Lin Chuanwu's gaze.

Lin Yijing slowly fell asleep.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, wanting to clean up.

Lin Chuanwu held his hand, his gaze fixed.

"Chuanwu, don't look." Wen Yan pressed his forehead against his, his voice trembling slightly, "I'm sorry."

"I just felt embarrassed and didn't know how to tell you."

Mothers are naturally meant to feed their babies; it's a biological instinct. But Wen Yan was still very shy, especially being watched by his young husband.

Lin Chuanwu squeezed Wen Yan's face hard.

He only let go when Wen Yan was breathless.

"I hate it when you lie to me the most," Lin Chuanwu said in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, Chuanwu." Wen Yan guiltily patted his head.

At that moment, Lin Chuanwu's work phone rang. He glanced at it, hung up, but it persistently called back. Lin Chuanwu answered and went outside.

He returned an hour later, finding Wen Yan already lying on the bed.

Lin Chuanwu hugged Wen Yan from behind, burying his face in Wen Yan's back.

The large area of skin on his back was heated by Lin Chuanwu's breath.

Wen Yan turned around, cupping Lin Chuanwu's face, gazing at him tenderly.

It was a grown-up, darker version of Lin Yijing.

"Chuanwu, are you still mad?"

Lin Chuanwu didn't speak, his dark eyes staring at him without blinking.

Wen Yan gently lifted his knitted sweater, his cheeks turning rosy.

"Do you want to drink, Chuanwu…"

Lin Chuanwu's scalp tingled, his Adam's apple rolling heavily.

"Drink what?"

"…The baby's drink."

"Isn't it only secretly fed to your baby?"

"Not mine, ours." Lin Chuanwu's words made Wen Yan a bit sad.

"And besides, Chuanwu is also my baby."

The grip around Wen Yan's waist tightened suddenly.

Wen Yan's breath quickened, feeding him while stroking his hair.

Only when it was all gone did he let go…

Lin Chuanwu lifted his head, looking at Wen Yan's flushed lips with lingering desire.

Wen Yan had just lowered his head when his lips were quickly captured.

His teeth were pried open, and Lin Chuanwu's tongue, carrying the milky scent, swept into Wen Yan's mouth.

That was…

Wen Yan felt shy but wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back, letting him freely taste his saliva.

When their lips and tongues parted, several strands of silver thread stretched between them.

"From now on, you have to let me have some too," Lin Chuanwu said.

"But…"

"Didn't you say I'm also your baby? Why can he have it, but I can't?" Lin Chuanwu stared at him.

"Alright…" Wen Yan simply couldn't refuse him.

"I miss you." Lin Chuanwu's voice was hoarse, wiping the saliva from his lips, kissing his face several times.

"I miss you too."

"I want to do it with you."

Wen Yan fell silent.

Lin Chuanwu pressed, "You don't want to do it with me?"

"I do, but not now." Wen Yan blushed, "The baby is right here. We have to wait until we get home."

The one-month-old baby slept alone on the side.

Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu hugged tightly.

The night was quiet, as if only they were left in the world.

*

Lin Yijing was one month old.

Lin Chuanwu originally planned for him and Wen Yan to celebrate quietly at home, but then he thought about how the media loves to exaggerate. His low profile might be twisted into a story about how, despite having a top-tier alpha, he was still neglected by his in-laws due to his beta status, making it hard to be a wife in a wealthy family.

Lin Chuanwu instructed Qiu Yi to organize a grand celebration.

On the day of the full moon banquet, almost all the wealthy businessmen in Beijing came to celebrate Lin Yijing's full month.

The gifts they brought were extravagantly luxurious.

Wang Duozi gifted Lin Yijing a sports car, parked coolly outside the villa.

"Haha, Mr. Lin, it seems I underestimated your capabilities."

Lin Chuanwu patted his shoulder, "Good to know."

Xie Yan also came with two kids.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin."

Lin Chuanwu nodded.

Sure enough, Cheng Xiangyu followed shortly after.

"This is a red envelope for your son, a token from Xie Yan and me. Please accept it. We owe a lot to you and Wen Yan for what happened before."

Xie Yan interrupted, "I've already left him, so the gift money should be counted separately."

"Separately is fine," Cheng Xiangyu took out another red envelope, "This one is from Xie Yan."

"I don't need you to pay for me," Xie Yan said.

Lin Chuanwu had Qiu Yi accept them all, then told the two to go inside to argue.

"Mr. Lin, congratulations on your son's birth."

Lin Chuanwu looked up to see Zhao Yuzhi standing in front of him.

Zhao Yuzhi wasn't as cheeky as before, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming?" Lin Chuanwu asked.

"Thought about it and decided I should."

"I asked you to investigate Wen Shichun's matter. It's been months, and you haven't even given me a word?" Lin Chuanwu squinted, "Are you fooling me?"

Zhao Yuzhi took a deep breath, "Actually, there is news."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because it's not good news. I came today intending to tell you about it. I suggest you enjoy the full moon banquet before I tell you."

"Qiu Yi, you entertain the guests."

The banquet was held at home, decorated festively, with a temporary fountain built.

Lin Chuanwu stood behind the fountain, biting a cigarette.

"Speak."

"I really suggest you enjoy the banquet first."

Lin Chuanwu's voice was deep, "Is he dead?"

Zhao Yuzhi sighed, "Yes."

"You should remember last time I told you he went to Cognac for teaching support, right?"

"After the teaching support, we never found any trace of him leaving the village. My dad has handled many cases like this and speculated he might have fallen off a cliff. My dad has been searching for his body for months. Just a few days ago, they found a pile of decayed bones at the bottom of the mountain. Based on the belongings left on the bones and the autopsy report, it can be confirmed that it was indeed Wen Shichun."

"The bones are currently being kept by my dad's people, and they plan to notify his family tomorrow."

"See when it's convenient for you to take Wen Yan to see them."