The next morning, Yibo woke up and noticed fragrance of buns. From the first floor, he saw that both children were up and sitting around the dining table to eat. Moreover, a try of buns was stimming hot, giving out a strong smell of fragrance.

"Dad, You're awake, come down and have breakfast." A-yue said.

Zhan came out from the kitchen, still carrying a pot of congee in his hand.

Yibo nodded, warmth melted his icy cold expressions as he turned around.

"Mr Zhan, I'll do it. You can just sit down." When servant saw that Zhan was about to distribute the congee, she quickly approached him to help. She gave Zhan and the two kids each a bowl of congee, and then carefully brought the fourth bowl to Yibo.

"Young master, you can drink the congee now."

Yibo took a glance at it and asked, "Where are the chopsticks?"

Zhan and the two kids were using spoon to drink the congee. They also used their hands to eat the buns, so they were not so particular about using chopstick. Hence, there was no sign of chopsticks on the table.

However, Yibo's question startled servant. Her hands shook and she spilled the hot congee in the bowl.

Yibo's face darkened instantly. A sound of the chair rubbed against the floor was heard. He frowned and looked at the congee on his pants, "What's wrong with you?"

Servant was so scared that her legs went weak and she fell to her knees, her eyes turned red instantly, "Young master, I didn't mean to do so."

Seeing this, Zhan was also shocked and came over to check on him.

"Are you alright? Did it burn you?"

Yibo frowned, a displeasure look appeared on his face. This mess actually made him feel embarrassed when Zhan was around.

"I guess you're alright." Zhan looked at the frightened servant and frowned, "I think you are being too fierce to the maid. She's still a little girl, you're scaring her!"

Hearing this, Yibo narrowed his eyes and asked, "I'm fierce?"

He only asked a question of "What's wrong with you?", and that was considered as him being fierce?

"Aren't you fierce? You made servant so frightened."

Zhan held maid and suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he made a mistake and tried to amend his statement, "No, I didn't mean to say you are fierce. I just want to say that, after all, she is only nineteen years old. Moreover, I heard that she only came here to work a month ago, so you should treat her better."

Okay, all this explanation wasn't helping at all. He was still a fierce guy.

"Forget it," Yibo was a little impatient and waved his hand to let maid go, then he strode upstairs.

The two little ones looked at each other in front of the table. A-yue understood the situation and said with a worried face, "Dad seems to have been burned. I'll go check on him."

Zhan immediately turned and looked at her, "What's the use for you to go and check on him? You don't know how to treat scald wounds. Don't make trouble, sit down and eat properly. I'll go take a look."

With that, he wiped his hands. Before going upstairs, Zhan asked the servant for burn ointment. He knocked on the door of the cloakroom.

"Come in."

Yibo had already changed his clothes, and the pajamas that he wore earlier was messily thrown on the ground.

"Are your legs fine? I brought you a burn ointment." Zhan asked while standing at the door.

Yibo nodded, "Thanks."

"No worries, the burn ointment is from your house anyway. I'll put it here for you to apply then. I'll go out first."

"No, apply it for me. It's your porridge that burned me."

"Hey! Why aren't you making sense? Did I make porridge just to burn you on purpose?"

"I didn't say you did that on purpose."

Yibo looked over at him and said, "Could you help me out? I really don't know how to use this ointment."

Zhan's face turned red as Yibo kept staring at him. He was hesitating for a moment before he took the ointment over.

Zhan bent down and lifted the corner of the towel, revealing a large burnt region on his skin. Zhan heart throbbed inexplicably when he realized the burn was quite severe.

Zhan sat down and demonstrated, rubbing a small piece of ointment in the palm of his hand. When he was about to apply the ointment on his burn, he hesitated for a short while, "You should do it yourself."

Zhan took a step back after saying that.

Yibo suddenly grasped his wrist, "You do it."

"Why? It's not like you can't reach your wound."

"It's troublesome."

"..."

Zhan was speechless in an instant, "You can wash your hands after applying it. You're such a lazy person, young master."

When Yibo heard his tone of ridicule as he called him 'young master, his eyes trembled slightly.

Zhan looked at the ointment in his hand and nodded his head, "I'll do it then, but you have to let go of me first."

Yibo looked down, and he saw a strand of Zhan's hair sliding from his forehead as it blocked his eyes.

Yibo stretched out his hand and brushed the strand of hair towards the back of Zhan's ear.

Zhan trembled a little. As he turned his head around in surprise, their eyes met.

They looked at each other for some time before Zhan recovered from his surprise and said in a panic, "It's almost done. You, you should clean it up yourself. I'm leaving."

Yibo stopped him once again.

He grabbed him so hard that Zhan exclaimed, "Yibo, you..."

Zhan struggled immediately.

Not knowing if he had accidentally touched his wound, as a groan sounded in his ear.

"Did I accidentally touch your wound?" Zhan didn't dare to move and asked in a panic.

Yibo took Zhan in his arms, "It's fine." His deep voice rang in Zhan's ear.

Only until then did Zhan come back to his senses. He immediately looked away.

Yibo gazed at him. "Are you feeling hot?"

"Well, not really."

"Why are you blushed?"

"Really?"

Zhan suddenly covered his cheeks and stammered, "No. No way. Perhaps, perhaps the sunlight outside is too strong."

Yibo curled up his eyes slightly and his lips formed into a meaningful smile. It seemed he was not convinced by Zhan explanation.

Yibo frowned and said, "Looked up."

"Sorry?" Feeling startled, Zhan looked up in response. Yet the moment he did that, a dark shadow fell right onto his face and his wet lips were covered by something warm. He could felt the gentle biting sensation from his lips which grew more and more aggressive when he gasped.

Zhan mind was blown at once and he could not think at all. The kiss carried on for a long time and he was nearly suffocated when Yibo finally released him. Zhan puffed hard without even having the strength to criticize him.

"Do you get it now?" Yibo stood with his back straight. His imposing shadow still made Zhan difficult to breathe. His deep and slightly coarse voice made Zhan heart kept on racing.

Zhan continued lowered his head, he just stood up and exit the room but before that he turned and looked at Yibo again only to see the latter is still watching him.

Zhan went downstairs to see the kids, at the same time some people entered the mansion.

Zanjin suddenly walked in, followed by a large team of brightly dressed fashion stylists, carrying various props. They greeted respectfully, "Mr. and Mrs. Wang."

Yibo who followed Zhan to downstairs replied coldly, Zhan looked at Yibo with a questioning gaze, but Yibo just ignored him and sat on the sofa quietly. And gave a nod to the people, like he is giving some kind of order.

The group of people rushed up at once and pulled Zhan into the bedroom. They made a beautiful hairstyle for him, put make-up on his face and helped him into a suit. Before Zhan could react, they had pushed him in front of Yibo.

Zhan's looks were naturally heavenly some would think that it is impossible for someone to consume this much beauty.

Yibo put down the newspaper and looked Zhan up and down. While looking at him, he found Zhan more and more attractive. He smiled with satisfaction, stood up and hugged Zhan with one arm, he felt some what possessiveness towards the man in his arm. He told Zanjin to prepare the car.

They got in the car and the driver slowly started up the car. The twins were with Zanjin in another car.

At this moment, Zhan who was dumbstruck with all of previous activities resumed his senses. He frowned and asked Yibo, "Where are we going?"

Yibo cast a glance at him, and there was a cunning smile flashing in his handsome eyes. "You'll know when we arrive."

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