After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 88

Chapter 88

When Lin Yijing was six months old, Lin Chuanwu came home from work and said to Wen Yan, "Tomorrow, I'll take you out for some fun."

Wen Yan was busy soothing Shang Yijing. Lin Yijing had just woken up and wanted to nurse, but Wen Yan didn't let him, so he was fussing in Wen Yan's arms.

Lin Chuanwu frowned, took Shang Yijing into his arms, and warned him, "No crying."

Shang Yijing cried even harder.

Wen Yan had no choice but to unbutton his shirt and let him nurse for a while.

Only then did Shang Yijing slowly fall back asleep.

"Chuanwu, what did you just say?"

"I said I'll take you out for some fun tomorrow."

"But we haven't bought a stroller for Yijing to go out yet."

"We're not taking him, just the two of us."

"Don't you know what day it is tomorrow?" Lin Chuanwu suddenly asked him.

Wen Yan was instantly a bit scared. Last time, he forgot their wedding anniversary, and Shang Chuanwu got angry, making him wear something embarrassing to appease him.

But no matter how he thought about it, Wen Yan couldn't remember May 21st being an important day for the two of them.

Finally, it dawned on him. May 21st sounds like "I love you" in Chinese.

"How did you think of this?" Wen Yan laughed.

"Don't you want to celebrate with me?"

"After having the baby, all you see is the child," Lin Chuanwu said gloomily.

"I do want to." Wen Yan quickly replied.

The next morning, while Shang Yijing was still asleep, Lin Chuanwu and Wen Yan quietly sneaked out of the room like thieves.

They changed into clean clothes first. Wen Yan helped Shang Chuanwu with his tie, and Lin Chuanwu helped Wen Yan with his buttons. When they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with smiles.

The two of them first went to see the musical Wen Yan had been wanting to watch. Afterward, they went to have French cuisine, satisfying both their spirits and stomachs. Like young couples, they strolled leisurely on the street.

The festive atmosphere on the street was strong, and there were many people. After walking for a while, Wen Yan suddenly couldn't find Shang Chuanwu. Just as he was about to call him, Shang Chuanwu suddenly appeared in front of him.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Shang Chuanwu approached him.

"Chuanwu, where did you just go?"

A splash of bright red suddenly appeared before Wen Yan's eyes—a bouquet of roses, fragrant and lush.

Wen Yan stared blankly, not immediately reaching out to take them.

"Don't you want them?" Lin Chuanwu asked.

"Of course not," Wen Yan snapped back to reality and quickly said. Seeing Lin Chuanwu frown, about to throw a tantrum like Lin Yijing, he quickly hugged the flowers to his chest, eyes curving into a smile.

"This is the first time I've received flowers from someone, and it's from you."

"I really... really like them."

Hearing that he was the first to give Wen Yan flowers, Lin Chuanwu's expression finally softened.

As evening approached, a driver came to pick them up.

After parking, Wen Yan realized the destination wasn't home but a villa that Shang Chuanwu's grandfather had given to Wen Yan.

The car was parked in the garage, and the driver left, leaving only Wen Yan and Lin Chuanwu in the narrow space.

"Yijing hasn't seen us for so long; he'll cry," Wen Yan nervously bit his lip.

Shang Chuanwu suddenly cupped Wen Yan's face, domineeringly.

"Today, you're not allowed to think about him."

Then he lowered his head to capture Wen Yan's lips, his other hand slipping inside his clothes.

"Chuanwu... stop..."

Feeling something unusual, Wen Yan hurriedly retreated, but Lin Chuanwu pursued him, wanting to continue kissing.

Wen Yan pushed Lin Chuanwu's hand away.

"Chuanwu, the clothes will get wrinkled..."

Lin Chuanwu glanced down.

Then he carried Wen Yan out of the car, closed the door, and pressed Wen Yan beneath him.

He took a bite.

Soft and plump.

Wen Yan shamefully pushed his head, "Don't do this..."

Lin Chuanwu reluctantly let go, his eyes dark and angry, "You promised me you'd only feed me, but now you're only feeding Shang Yijing."

Seeing he was about to get angry again, Wen Yan quickly coaxed him, "I'll feed you too, it's just... you make it a bit painful."

Shang Chuanwu scrutinized him to see if he was lying. Seeing Wen Yan's sincere expression, he finally believed him, gently taking him into his mouth. Soon, the sweet milk filled Shang Chuanwu's mouth like a spring.

Shang Chuanwu buried himself in Wen Yan's chest, eating while letting Wen Yan stroke his head.

Wen Yan felt embarrassed, yet found him as cute as Yijing, watching him with tenderness and affection.

After having his fill, Shang Chuanwu moved to kiss Wen Yan's lips, sucking on Wen Yan's tongue while grinding against him.

Chuanwu grew larger, Wen Yan's heart pounded.

"Chuanwu..." Wen Yan's face was flushed, breathing lightly as he wrapped his arms around Shang Chuanwu's neck.

He had completely gotten used to Chuanwu. Except for the initial discomfort, Chuanwu would soon make him feel very comfortable. Wen Yan's head felt hot, his body softening as if melting into Chuanwu's embrace.

Shang Chuanwu was busy below, while above, he held Wen Yan's face, asking if he was big and if Wen Yan felt good.

Wen Yan, dazed, nodded repeatedly.

"Chuanwu is amazing..."

"'Amazing' isn't enough, it has to be 'the best.'"

Wen Yan hesitated.

Shang Chuanwu was about to get angry again.

"Uh... the best..." Wen Yan indulged him.

A tingling satisfaction surged through Shang Chuanwu, and the desire that had just faded surged back again.

The moon hung high, and the two on the bed clung tightly to each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Chuanwu."