Jiang Shunnian originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought better of it. Why refuse? Sleeping with Fu Yanli feels amazing, and he’s currently obsessed with Fu Yanli’s good looks. Even if things got too heated, Fu Yanli would respect him and not go all the way.
Another layer of trust gradually built up between them.
And so, Jiang Shunnian opened the door and let Fu Yanli in.
What happened that night remained completely unknown to Nono in the children’s room next door. He had always been a strong little kid, surrounded by love in his world. Even sleeping alone didn’t scare him—in fact, he had a sweet dream. He dreamed of his dad and big dad getting married, with him as the ring bearer, handing over the rings.
When he woke up, Nono went straight to the wardrobe. He climbed onto a small stool, picked out his outfit for the day, got dressed on his own, and handled his morning routine independently before opening the door to find his dads.
Nono politely knocked. “Dad, are you awake? Nono’s up!”
Jiang Shunnian, who had been sleeping soundly in Fu Yanli’s arms, jolted awake in total panic. His pajamas had vanished without a trace—thank goodness his underwear was still on thanks to his own resolve. He fumbled around desperately for his pajamas, nearly grabbing Fu Yanli’s by mistake.
Fu Yanli precisely located the ones he’d stripped off him and handed them over.
As Jiang Shunnian tumbled out of bed and tied the sash, he dashed to open the door—and there stood his little treasure, all clean and fresh-faced.
“Nono, good morning!” Jiang Shunnian scooped him up and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Dad, good morning!” Nono squinted his eyes happily and kissed him back, then asked with concern, “Dad, did you sleep well last night? Did big dad take good care of you?”
Fu Yanli got out of bed too, taking Nono from Jiang Shunnian’s arms and holding him himself. His voice sounded as steady and reliable as ever. “Don’t worry, Nono. Big dad took very good care of Dad last night.”
From top to bottom.
Jiang Shunnian had thin skin and couldn’t handle that kind of talk. He kicked Fu Yanli lightly.
Fu Yanli had the next day off, so he laid out the plans early for Nono to decide. After reviewing them, Nono agreed to everything.
So that morning, they headed to the Ranch for riding lessons. In the afternoon, they visited a private collection museum to see various artifacts. Dinner was at an aerial garden restaurant, and if they still had energy afterward, they’d go stargazing on a nearby mountaintop and stay overnight in a private mountain residence.
Jiang Shunnian stared at the packed itinerary in awe.
Fu Yanli kept a purebred racehorse worth eight figures at his suburban Ranch, named Yueying. It was jet-black with brown highlights, its coat glossy, its body tall and muscular with fluid lines—a stallion so stunningly handsome it seemed unreal. Its eyelashes were long, its dark eyes huge, giving it a gentle appearance. But on the racetrack, it shone brilliantly; Fu Yanli had once ridden it to a horsemanship championship.
The moment it spotted Fu Yanli, Yueying snorted loudly and stretched its head out for a nuzzle. Fu Yanli stroked its neck.
Yueying lowered its head and noticed Nono’s admiring face, curiosity sparking toward the little one.
“You’re so majestic,” Nono praised highly. “‘Clusters of brown clouds and shadows, eyes flashing like lightning, a steed of noble bone unmatched’—that’s praising you.”
He’d cleverly swapped “purple” for “brown” to match its color.
Yueying was incredibly smart and knew the little cub was complimenting it. Its dark brown eyes gleamed proudly as it let out happy snorts.
When Nono stood on tiptoes to feed it a sugary treat, Yueying bent its forelegs, lowering its head for Nono to pet.
Nono ran his hands through its long mane and beamed with joy.
They changed into riding gear in the changing room. Fu Yanli’s tall, muscular build made the fitted outfit even more imposing. Jiang Shunnian showed off his perfect figure, his legs straight and endlessly long—utterly captivating.
As for Nono, he traded his usual softness for a dash of dashing flair, making him extra endearing. Jiang Shunnian whipped out his phone to record every moment of his growth.
Fu Yanli had the Ranch staff pick a gentle mare for Jiang Shunnian. Jiang Shunnian knew how to ride; he mounted gracefully and trotted a few steps to test it.
Once he confirmed Jiang Shunnian was fine, Fu Yanli brought out Yueying, lifted Nono onto it, then vaulted up himself in a fluid motion blending power and grace that left Jiang Shunnian staring.
After Jiang Shunnian snapped photos, the two rode side by side.
Nono sat obediently in Fu Yanli’s arms, clutching a bit of the reins. Watching Yueying amble leisurely, he wasn’t satisfied. “Big dad, can you make Yueying run?”
Fu Yanli smiled. “Sure, as you wish.”
With that, he lightly squeezed Yueying’s sides. The horse instantly understood its master’s intent and bolted forward.
Jiang Shunnian followed right behind. His riding skills weren’t quite Fu Yanli’s level, but they were solid.
Fu Yanli’s horsemanship was top-tier; he controlled the pace perfectly, letting the cub enjoy the thrill without too much jostling. Nono laughed delightedly in his arms. “Big dad, riding is so fun! When I grow up, I want to learn too.”
“Good. When Nono’s old enough, big dad will get you your own pony.”
“Thanks, big dad!”
After lunch, Fu Yanli found a spot for Nono to nap. In the afternoon, he drove them to his friend Huang Jingyun’s private collection museum. Huang’s father was close with Fu Shizhang, so a quick call was all it took.
Fu Shizhang loved calligraphy and had collected some fine pieces, but this place had a variety of artifacts—perfect for broadening a young child’s horizons.
Huang Jingyun had been at that banquet too, so he recognized Nono. He smiled. “My partner Qiuxing works at the National Studies Institute. I’ll have him explain things to Nono.”
The handsome, refined man beside him nodded in greeting with a smile.
They were another same-sex couple.
Nono said politely, “Thank you for the trouble, Uncle.”
Fang Qiuxing had a reserved personality and a clean, gentle vibe. He adored kids, especially ones as cute and polite as Nono.
If it wouldn’t be too forward, he’d even want to ask Fu Yanli and Jiang Shunnian how they’d had a child.
Fang Qiuxing led Nono through the exhibits, introducing each one and sharing famous anecdotes. Nono was hooked, asking questions now and then. The adult and child chatted animatedly; Nono soaked up tons of new knowledge.
When the tour ended, Huang Jingyun insisted they stay for dinner. Fu Yanli politely declined a few times but couldn’t win, so they adjusted plans.
Fang Qiuxing was so fond of Nono that he kept serving him food.
On the way out, he gifted Nono a set of bookmarks with inscribed calligraphy, delighting the boy.
They exchanged contacts too, so Nono could ask about classical studies anytime.
The delay made Nono drowsy, so they skipped stargazing and headed home, saving it for later.
On Monday morning, Fu Yanli took Jiang Shunnian and Nono to Eton College, where the principal greeted them personally.
With Fu Yanli’s background, admission could’ve been direct without an interview, but he and Jiang Shunnian wanted to check if the curriculum suited Nono.
In the kindergarten director’s office, the director—around fifty, warm and approachable—asked Nono a few questions. Her expression turned to admiration as she said to Fu Yanli, “Mr. Fu, your young master is a genius child. His progress far exceeds his peers. We have an elite class with an accelerated pace. Here’s our curriculum—if it fits, he can join the elite class directly.”
Jiang Shunnian took it and reviewed carefully.
The schedule was impressively comprehensive. Bilingual teaching was standard, and the rest matched what he’d researched.
The elite class already had fifteen kids, some a year or two older than Nono, but he could still rank near the top.
After the plans, the director personally showed them the classrooms and facilities.
The buildings were European castle-style, like a fairy tale. Everything inside was brand new and regularly updated.
Satisfied after the tour, Fu Yanli and Jiang Shunnian approved, and Nono had no objections.
It was tentatively settled.
“We start pre-enrollment adaptation classes next week,” the director said with a smile. “Mr. Fu, you can have your young master try it out, then decide.”
“Good. Please reserve a spot for us.”
They visited two other top schools afterward, but they fell short of Eton.
However, Fu Yanli skipped the second-ranked Dulwich International School.
Jiang Shunnian learned why: Qin Huan attended there.
His brows furrowed. As long as they’re not at the same school.
Just hearing Qin Huan’s name—and recalling his near-obsessive fixation on Nono—made him deeply uneasy.
Fu Yanli felt the same but planned more meticulously, having people monitor the Qin Family ahead of time.
Sure enough, on Nono’s first adaptation class day, Qin Huan showed up at Eton.
For the wealthy, transferring schools was effortless, especially with the Qin Family at its peak.
Jiang Shunnian exploded in anger and rushed to drive to the school. Luckily, Fu Yanli’s people whisked Nono out first and brought him to Fu Corporation without much contact.
Like a persistent ghost!
Fu Yanli knew Jiang Shunnian’s fears and sent a car. When Jiang Shunnian arrived at Fu Corporation, he took the executive elevator straight to Fu Yanli’s floor.
Seeing Nono safe in his chair eased his tension. He pulled Nono into his arms.
“Nono, you weren’t scared today?” Jiang Shunnian studied his face closely.
Nono shook his head. “Dad, I’m fine.”
The cub was a bit puzzled—why couldn’t he play with that Qin kid? But Dad must be protecting him. And seeing the boy today felt wrong, like instinctive rejection from deep inside. Even when the kid said he liked him and wanted to play, Nono refused and told the teacher he didn’t want contact, asking for protection.
“Yanli, Nono can’t go to Eton anymore. Good thing we didn’t enroll formally,” Jiang Shunnian said with a frown. “But other schools—Qin Family can still transfer Qin Huan in.” That happened in his past life; to torment Nono, Qin Huan followed him everywhere.
Even sending him abroad wouldn’t stop it.
Should they keep Nono out of school just because of Qin Huan?
Why couldn’t the Qin Family just vanish?
Fu Yanli handed Jiang Shunnian a cup of warm water and soothed him. “Don’t worry. I have a solution.”
Jiang Shunnian looked up sharply.
Fu Yanli explained, “When my father ran Fu Corporation, it was in a critical transition phase with long hours, clashing with school drop-offs. So he donated land, got approvals, and opened Fu School for employees to balance work and family. It’s small—just kindergarten and elementary—with solid mid-to-upper resources. Plenty of Fu employees’ kids still attend. Until we deal with the Qin Family, Nono can go there. They can’t touch it.”
“That’s perfect!” Jiang Shunnian lit up. “Your father was so visionary!”
With Nono’s talent, even average resources would let him excel.
Fu Yanli hadn’t focused on it before—understandable, since he had no kids then. But now, he’d upgrade it: better security, top teachers, improved food and dorms.
Fatherhood meant that—for your child, no obstacle was too great.
Jiang Shunnian finally relaxed. “Yanli, thank you.”
Fu Yanli squeezed the back of his neck and murmured, “Silly. Nono’s my kid too.”
True to form, Fu Yanli worked fast. In just ten days, Fu School was transformed. Jiang Shunnian brought Nono for a tour.
It was a ten-minute drive from Fu Corporation—close enough for quick response.
Furniture was all new, dorms renovated. Nono got his own little room, surrounded by bodyguards for full protection.
As for the cafeteria, Fu Yanli went all out and directly hired a team of renowned chefs. The weekly menu had to be planned in advance and submitted to him for review.
After Jiang Shunnian joined the production crew, Nono was about to start school. But right at that moment, Fu Yanli received a call from Lucien.
The other man got straight to the point. He said he now had a chance to advance further, but there was a ruthless competitor with aggressive tactics. To prevent the rival from taking desperate risks and threatening him through his child, Lucien had thought it over and decided to entrust Atticus to the trustworthy Fu.
“Your country is extremely safe, and Atticus happens to be very interested in your culture. Don’t worry, I’ll equip Atticus with enough bodyguards so you won’t have to trouble yourself too much.” Lucien’s smile was bright and open. “My dear Fu, I’m counting on you to take care of my son. In return, for all our future collaborations, I’m willing to give you a ten percent concession.”
Fu Yanli: “???”
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