After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 80

In Wen Yan's small study, Wen's mother spoke earnestly, "His parents took his brother abroad, and he's always bullied at home. Just a few days ago, he was pushed into the water by his uncle's child. After being rescued, his mind hasn't been quite right."

"From now on, he'll be staying with us temporarily. Can you take good care of him?"

Wen Yan, who was very empathetic, often missed his father who was frequently away. At least he still had his mother with him. Lin Chuanwu had no one and was bullied. Wen Yan's helplessness turned into sympathy for him.

The little Wen Yan pondered for a moment and nodded. "I will, Mom."

Wen's mother squatted down, pinched his cheek, and smiled gently, "Yan Yan, you're so good and so cute!"

Wen Yan felt a bit embarrassed, "Mom..."

"Let's go, we shouldn't keep your new friend waiting."

Lin Chuanwu was waiting in the living room, bored as Wen Yan and his mother hadn't come out yet. His eyes wandered around the room until he spotted a pair of shoes. They were small gray and white closed-toe sandals, only as big as his hand, with a little lamb pattern on them. It was obvious they were Wen Yan's shoes. Lin Chuanwu picked them up, examined them carefully, and then chuckled.

Wen Yan had turned into a mini figurine, and even his shoes were this tiny.

So cute!

When Wen Yan came out with his mother, this was the scene he saw: Lin Chuanwu holding his newly bought shoes, looking at them and laughing.

"Young Master?" Wen's mother called Lin Chuanwu.

Only then did Lin Chuanwu realize they had come out. He put down the shoes and rushed over to Wen Yan like a gust of wind. He wanted to call him "wife" but held back, following Wen's mother's lead, "Yan Yan."

Wen's mother laughed, "You're quite the natural. Since you call him Yan Yan, can Yan Yan call you Chuan Chuan?"

"No way!" Lin Chuanwu shook his head at Wen Yan, "He should call me Chuanwu."

Wen Yan felt Lin Chuanwu's gaze was like two blazing fires, almost scorching his face, so he nodded helplessly.

"Now call me."

Wen Yan clutched his mother's clothes tightly. Sensing this, Wen's mother said, "Go ahead."

Wen Yan whispered, "...Chuanwu."

Lin Chuanwu beamed with joy.

A few days later, the servants from Lin Chuanwu's home brought over his belongings. Lin Chuanwu hung his clothes next to Wen Yan's, placed his small shoes beside Wen Yan's, and even his water cup and towel had to be close to Wen Yan's, matching in style.

After arranging everything, Lin Chuanwu was very satisfied.

"You two play, I'll go make lunch," Wen's mother said.

Wen Yan had promised his grandfather to practice calligraphy every day, but he hadn't picked up a brush in days because Lin Chuanwu was always clinging to him.

Taking advantage of Lin Chuanwu being busy organizing, he quietly went to the study. But just as he laid out the paper, Lin Chuanwu called from outside.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan, Yan Yan."

Three-year-old Wen Yan felt a slight headache and didn't want to respond, but then Lin Chuanwu started calling him "wife."

Wen Yan had no choice but to answer, "I'm here."

The door was pushed open instantly.

Wen Yan felt like a piece of iron, and Lin Chuanwu was like a magnet. In almost a second, Lin Chuanwu was stuck to him, clinging tightly.

Wen Yan was sweating, his cheeks flushed, and he pushed him, "You, you need to back off a bit."

Lin Chuanwu backed off a little.

Seeing Wen Yan about to write, he quickly said, "Let me grind the ink for you."

Before Wen Yan could say "no," Lin Chuanwu had already started.

After grinding the ink, Wen Yan thought he would ask a lot of questions, but to his surprise, Lin Chuanwu just sat quietly beside him, hands on his cheeks, smiling and staring at him.

That gaze...

His mom had it, his grandparents had it...

It seemed like they really liked him...

Wen Yan's face turned even redder. They had only known each other for a few days, how could he possibly like him as much as his mom and grandparents did...

Lost in thought, Wen Yan pressed the brush onto the paper without writing, causing the ink to spill and drip down. Realizing this, he quickly tried to catch it with his hand.

"Don't use your hand, it'll get dirty," Lin Chuanwu said.

He pushed Wen Yan aside, and unable to find anything else, used his own hand to catch the ink.

Wen Yan thought his brain might really have been soaked in water. If using his hand would get dirty, wouldn't it be the same for Lin Chuanwu?

"Your hand is dirty too."

Lin Chuanwu replied, "I don't mind."

Ink dripped into his palm, like he was holding a black hole.

Wen Yan's eyelashes fluttered for a moment. For the first time, he thought Lin Chuanwu was actually quite nice. Wen Yan fetched a basin of clean water to help him wash his hands.

Lin Chuanwu extended his ink-stained hands, letting Wen Yan wash them while smiling.

"Why are you so happy?" Wen Yan asked curiously.

"I'll tell you when you grow up."

Outside, Wen's mother called, "Yan Yan, ask Chuanwu what he likes to eat."

"What do you like to eat? My mom's cooking is really good," Wen Yan asked Lin Chuanwu.

"What do you like to eat?" Lin Chuanwu asked back.

"I like my mom's fried small yellow croaker," Wen Yan swallowed.

Lin Chuanwu was charmed, "I like it too!"

"Really? You like fried small yellow croaker too?" Wen Yan was surprised.

"Yes!"

"Mom, Chuanwu also likes fried small yellow croaker."

Wen's mother: "Are you sure it's not just you who wants to eat it?"

"No, Chuanwu wants it too."

"It's what I want," Lin Chuanwu quickly confirmed.

"Alright then," Wen's mother laughed, "I'll make it for you."

At lunch, there was indeed a plate of golden, crispy small yellow croaker on the table. Wen Yan's eyes curved into crescents as he picked one up for his mom.

Wen's mother: "Thank you, Yan Yan."

"You're welcome, Mom."

Wen Yan picked one for Lin Chuanwu, and thinking about how he had dirtied his hands for him, he gave him another.

Lin Chuanwu had never tasted such delicious food.

After lunch, Wen's mother made the bed for them to take a nap.

The house had only two rooms, one for Wen's parents and one for Wen Yan, so Lin Chuanwu had to share with Wen Yan.

Wen Yan took off his shoes and lay obediently on the bed, and Lin Chuanwu followed suit, lying beside him.

He clung to Wen Yan's back like a piece of gum.

"You're too close, back off a bit," Wen Yan pushed him.

"I want to sleep next to you."

"It's too hot, too hot," Wen Yan's forehead was sweaty.

Seeing Wen Yan's flushed face and sweaty forehead, Lin Chuanwu realized he was really hot, so he found a fan to cool him down.

"Is it not hot now?"

The fan's breeze cooled Wen Yan, so he let Lin Chuanwu stick to him like gum.

As Wen Yan slowly fell asleep, Lin Chuanwu also wanted to sleep, but pesky mosquitoes started buzzing. One landed on Wen Yan's fair, chubby arm, ready for a feast. Lin Chuanwu, with sharp eyes, gently covered it with his palm, catching it.

But even after killing one, there were still many. Unable to find anything to repel them, Lin Chuanwu took off his shirt.

Using himself as bait for the mosquitoes.

While being bitten by mosquitoes, he fanned the sleeping Wen Yan.

Sleeping Wen Yan was very quiet, lying on his side, his chubby face squished, clutching his drool towel tightly, looking extremely cute.

Lin Chuanwu needed immense self-control to resist the urge to bite his face.

Sleepiness crept over him, but he didn't dare sleep, forcing himself to stay awake and watch over Wen Yan.

When Wen Yan woke up, he found Lin Chuanwu shirtless, fanning him.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Wen Yan asked.

"This way, the mosquitoes won't bite you."

Wen Yan was someone who attracted mosquitoes, often waking up from naps with bites on his arms and legs. But this time, he found no bites on himself, while Lin Chuanwu's bare upper body was covered in mosquito bites.

Wen Yan's small chest suddenly felt warm.

His mom had told him that as long as Lin Chuanwu stayed with them, his dad would be able to transfer back to work soon, and Wen Yan could endure sharing a bed with him.

But now he felt that even if his dad didn't transfer back, he was willing to sleep with Lin Chuanwu.

Although Lin Chuanwu's behavior was a bit strange, he was actually a very good friend.

He was the second person willing to fan him all night, the first being his very doting grandmother.

Seeing the dense mosquito bites on Lin Chuanwu, Wen Yan silently got out of bed and went to the living room to find the anti-itch and swelling ointment his grandmother had brought.

He held the cool bottle tightly in his hand and returned to the room.

"When I get bitten by mosquitoes, my grandma applies this, and it stops itching after a while. Let me apply it for you."

"Okay," Lin Chuanwu's dark eyes sparkled.

*

Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu were in the small study, heads together, reading a comic book when Wen's mother called from outside.

"Yan Yan, Fu Ya is here to play with you."

Soon, a little girl in a dress with big eyes came into Wen Yan's small study.

"Yan Yan, did you miss me?" Fu Ya asked in a sweet, childish voice.

Only after asking did she notice a very handsome but very sullen-looking unfamiliar boy, which made her a bit scared.

"Yan Yan, who is he?" Fu Ya asked softly.

Wen Yan quickly introduced, "This is... a child from my mom's distant relative's family, named Lin Chuanwu. You can call him Chuanwu."

"Chuanwu, this is Fu Ya, my neighbor. I wanted you to meet her earlier, but she went on a trip with her parents."

Fu Ya said, "Hello."

Lin Chuanwu replied coldly, "Hello."

"Fu Ya, why did you come back so soon? I thought you'd be gone for a few more days," Wen Yan said happily.

"It was hot and boring, so I asked my parents to come back quickly. Besides, besides..." Fu Ya hesitated.

"Besides what?"

Fu Ya's face suddenly turned red, "I wanted to..."

Lin Chuanwu, with the mind of a twenty-something in a three-year-old's body, immediately knew what she wanted to say and leaned over to bite Wen Yan's shoulder.

Wen Yan yelped, "Why did you bite me?"

"Sorry, I was a bit hungry."

Wen Yan sighed, "But you can't eat me."

"Okay," Lin Chuanwu rubbed the spot for him.

With that interruption, Fu Ya's "I missed you" remained unsaid.

Wen Yan gave Lin Chuanwu some cookies and found a comic book Fu Ya had always wanted to read.

Fu Ya didn't take it, "What are you reading?"

Wen Yan answered her.

"I want to read that one too."

"Alright, let's all read it together," Wen Yan invited warmly.

"Okay!" Fu Ya adjusted her dress and sat on Wen Yan's left, also head-to-head with him.

Lin Chuanwu sat on Wen Yan's right. He knew that adult Wen Yan was very popular, but he didn't expect him to be so likable at just three years old. And Wen Yan seemed to like this little girl too, his expression slightly gloomy.

"I can't see," Lin Chuanwu said.

"Then I'll move it closer to you."

"I still can't see."

Wen Yan moved again, until only he and Lin Chuanwu could see.

Fu Ya sensed the new boy was targeting her and didn't like him much, so she said, "But now I can't see."

Wen Yan had no choice but to move it back towards Fu Ya.

But then Lin Chuanwu said he couldn't see again.

Wen Yan had no choice but to place the book in the middle and step back, "Why don't you two read it, and I'll read something else."

Wen Yan picked a new book, and Fu Ya quickly sat beside him. Lin Chuanwu squeezed between them.

Fu Ya changed direction, and he followed, not letting her get close to Wen Yan.

Until Fu Ya's mom called her home for dinner, Fu Ya gave Lin Chuanwu a glare and then smiled sweetly at Wen Yan, "I'll bring our puppy to play with you tomorrow."

After she left.

"Our puppy? I don't understand," Lin Chuanwu pinched Wen Yan's face hard, "What does that mean?"

Fu Ya's mom didn't leave immediately, chatting with Wen's mother in the yard.

"This child, as soon as she got back, she rushed to play with Yan Yan."

"Yan Yan likes Fu Ya too. She's cute and well-behaved. I wonder if she'd be willing to be my daughter-in-law when she grows up."

Fu Ya's mom laughed, "Then my Fu Ya will have to think about it."

Lin Chuanwu heard them and rushed outside, his little face tense, "Wen Yan is my wife. He can't marry anyone else."

If it were before, saying this would silence everyone, but now the two women were stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"So this is the distant relative you mentioned. He sure is interesting, hahaha."

Lin Chuanwu clenched his fists. When you're weak, your words are like farts.

That night, he called his grandpa.

"Why make them move for no reason?" Grandpa Lin said, "Letting you stay at their house is already indulgent enough. Don't push your luck."

After saying that, Grandpa Lin hung up.

That night, Lin Chuanwu bit Wen Yan's arm.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't marry anyone else, only be my wife," Lin Chuanwu said darkly.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yan was woken up by being squished. Opening his eyes, he saw Lin Chuanwu clinging tightly to him. When Wen Yan tried to move his arm away, Lin Chuanwu clung back, so Wen Yan had to sleep on the floor.

Not long after, he felt heavy on his chest and opened his eyes to find Lin Chuanwu also on the floor, clinging to him again.

He pushed Lin Chuanwu away and went back to bed, but soon found it hard to breathe.

Lin Chuanwu had followed him again.

He even tied their arms together somehow, and Wen Yan couldn't untie it.

Three-year-old Wen Yan lay down helplessly, letting Lin Chuanwu hold him tightly as they slept.