The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 130

Chapter 130

Wen Xingxue froze, thinking, Shen Wen is giving me a gift?

Has hell frozen over?

He was wondering if the apocalypse had arrived when Xing Nuo pulled a flower from behind his back.

“Ta-da! Daddy’s prettiest blue wose! From balcony!”

Xing Nuo placed the flower in Wen Xingxue’s hand, his face beaming.

“Daddy’s favorite flower! He no let anyone touch! But he picked one for Other Daddy! See? Daddy wuv you!”

Wen Xingxue, holding the flower, instead of feeling the “love” Xing Nuo described, felt a chill run down his spine.

The next moment, Shen Wen, his face like a thundercloud, appeared at the kitchen door, his gaze fixed on the blue rose in Wen Xingxue’s hand.

“I was wondering where my prettiest blue rose went, the one in the middle of the pot, blooming so beautifully.”

Shen Wen gritted his teeth, wanting to tear Wen Xingxue apart.

“So you were the one who picked it!”

Wen Xingxue, sensing imminent danger, his throat bobbing nervously, said:

“Don’t be angry. It’s just a flower. I’ll get you another one.”

Xing Nuo, also startled by Shen Wen’s anger, hid behind Wen Xingxue, peeking out.

“Daddy, sowwy. I picked it…for Other Daddy.”

Shen Wen, ignoring him, gestured for Wen Xingxue to follow him.

“Don’t scare the child. Come to the balcony.”

Wen Xingxue, his scalp tingling, removed his teddy bear apron, his pale face filled with resignation, and followed Shen Wen.

Xing Nuo followed them, hopping and skipping, trying to explain.

“Really I picked it! Not Other Daddy!”

Shen Wen, leaving Xing Nuo in the living room, ruffled his hair affectionately, his eyes softening.

“I know. Daddy and Other Daddy have to talk. Xing Nuo, watch some cartoons.”

Xing Nuo, not wanting to watch cartoons, anxious, spun around in the living room like a little top.

When his daddies finally emerged from the balcony, one with a swollen eye, the other with a bloody lip,

Xing Nuo’s heart sank.

So, they didn’t make up. It’s even worse now!

Shen Wen and Wen Xingxue, having failed to reach an agreement and resorted to violence, didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the evening.

Before bed, Xing Nuo, looking at his dad, his beauty almost ethereal in the lamplight, stroked his hair and sighed sadly.

“Daddy, you really…leave Other Daddy?”

Shen Wen, who was looking for the storybook he had been reading earlier, paused and sighed softly.

“Being together was a mistake, a strange illusion. We’re just correcting it now.”

He looked at Xing Nuo and finally asked the question:

“If we separate, who does Xing Nuo want to stay with?”

Xing Nuo shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

“No separate? We family…stay together!”

His voice was thick with tears, his face half-buried in his blanket, his hair plastered to his cheeks, his expression utterly heartbreaking.

Shen Wen’s resolve crumbled.

He now understood why he had endured it for so many years.

He ruffled Xing Nuo’s hair, sighed, and said, “I know,” then quietly left the room.

In the living room, Wen Xingxue, his eye swollen, was cleaning up the dinner table.

They didn’t speak, and just before bed, Wen Xingxue took out a small bottle of medicine.

“Here. For your bruise. Don’t want a scar.”

He then went to the guest room.

Shen Wen, looking at the medicine, didn’t touch it, even after Wen Xingxue had gone to bed.

He didn’t trust Wen Xingxue. It might be poisoned.

The next morning, on their way to school, Xing Nuo, holding Wen Xingxue’s hand, his head down, apologized.

“Sowwy. I just wanted…you and Daddy…make up. Didn’t want make Daddy angry.”

Wen Xingxue said it was okay, his gaze soft and understanding.

“It’s alright. Daddy wouldn’t be angry at Xing Nuo.”

Xing Nuo sighed, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk, his voice muffled.

“Other Daddy, you no leave Daddy, okay?”

Wen Xingxue, looking ahead, asked:

“Why? Xing Nuo afraid…life with me…not good? Don’t worry. Other Daddy will work hard…take care of you.”

Xing Nuo shook his head, clutching his backpack strap, his lips pressed together, and after a moment, replied:

“Then we not family anymore. Only one daddy at home…not good.”

He then ran into the school.

Wen Xingxue, standing at the school gate, his intimidating presence scaring a few younger children, turned and walked away, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Back home, Shen Wen, having skipped his flower arranging class, sat on the sofa, waiting.

“Let’s not talk about separating for now.”

“I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself lately.”

They spoke at the same time, then paused, surprised by the other’s words.

Wen Xingxue, a rare smile on his stiff, pale face, took out a slightly crumpled flower from behind his back.

“A blue rose. Is this the one?”

Shen Wen looked at the sad, wilted flower, a hundred times uglier than the ones he grew, and, his face blank, asked:

“You bought this?”

Wen Xingxue nodded, then, seeing Shen Wen not reaching for it, placed it in a vase.

“I took your flower. Had to replace it.”

Shen Wen looked at the ugly blue rose in his carefully arranged vase, clashing horribly with the other flowers, ruining the aesthetic.

But for the first time, he didn’t throw it away. He just stared at it for a long time.

“So ugly. Don’t buy flowers from that shop again.”

Wen Xingxue hummed in agreement. He wasn’t good at expressing himself, often doing things without saying anything.

“I’m going grocery shopping. What do you want to eat?”

As the tension between them eased, they looked at each other, the usual animosity fading.

Shen Wen realized that Wen Xingxue was actually quite thoughtful and attentive.

He took care of everything around the house, big or small, without being asked.

Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry…Shen Wen had only mentioned once that wet footprints on the floor bothered him, and Wen Xingxue had immediately gotten a dry towel and, kneeling on the floor, meticulously wiped the floor clean.

His cooking was also excellent, even the picky Xing Nuo ate more when he cooked.

Shen Wen, standing at the kitchen door, watching Wen Xingxue carefully dry and put away the dishes, the entire kitchen spotless, asked:

“How are you so good at this?”

Shen Wen’s cooking attempts usually resulted in a disaster, a chaotic mess of burnt food and dirty dishes. He never did any housework himself, afraid of getting his clothes dirty.

Wen Xingxue seemed to understand that Shen Wen, like the flowers on the balcony, needed constant care and attention.

And even then, he would still occasionally get pricked by his thorns, his temper flaring unexpectedly.

Wen Xingxue, wiping the counter with a cloth, said:

“I don’t know. Maybe because I lived alone for a long time. I had to do everything myself.”

He then couldn’t help but ask:

“What about you? You don’t even know how to wipe a table?”

Realizing his mistake, he quickly added:

“I mean, you seem like…a young master, used to being served.”

Shen Wen, his face turning cold, snorted.

“None of your business. I used to have servants.”

But then, he paused, trying to remember his past, but his memories were hazy, a fog obscuring his past.

Just then, Xing Nuo’s voice echoed from the living room:

“Daddy! Guess what I have?!”

Shen Wen’s thoughts were interrupted, and he smiled, his eyes softening, as he saw the little one running towards him, his face beaming.

“Let me guess. A small weed you picked on the way home?”

Wen Xingxue, having finished cleaning the kitchen, walked into the living room and saw Shen Wen, his face bathed in the warm, yellow light, his golden hair flowing like a waterfall, his eyes filled with boundless love and affection.

His heart skipped a beat.

Shen Wen was truly beautiful, his allure captivating.

He quickly turned away, pretending to be busy mopping the floor.

Shen Wen, having finished playing the guessing game with Xing Nuo, turned and saw Wen Xingxue mopping the floor, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Didn’t you just mop the floor this afternoon?”

Wen Xingxue hummed, not looking at him.

“Just doing it again. Nothing else to do.”

Shen Wen, not understanding the appeal of housework, just hummed and took Xing Nuo to the bathroom for their nightly bath.

After their bath, the scent of flowers and soap filled the air, a sweet, almost cloying fragrance.

Children were acutely aware of changes in their parents’ moods, and Xing Nuo, lying in bed, his little head bobbing, his whole being radiating happiness, said:

“Daddy, you no hate Other Daddy anymore, wight?”

He felt so happy and content, he couldn’t resist rolling around in bed, the blanket tangling around him.

Shen Wen, laying out his clothes for the next day, carefully arranging his scarf and hat, matching the colors, said:

“He’s tolerable today.”

Xing Nuo giggled, his laughter echoing through the room, and, falling asleep, a sweet smile on his face.

Shen Wen, infected by his joy, also smiled, shaking his head as he closed the bedroom door.

Wen Xingxue, sitting in the living room, seeing Shen Wen emerge, his usually stiff and gloomy expression softening, whispered:

“Goodnight. Sleep well.”

Exchanging goodnights was something they had never done before, and Shen Wen paused, slightly surprised, then replied:

“Goodnight.”

Xing Nuo’s mood had improved significantly in the past few days.

He went to school, shared the snacks Other Daddy had packed for him with his friends, even making a special trip to the next classroom to give some to Qingqing and Yiyi.

But as soon as recess ended, his friends surrounded him, their faces filled with concern.

“Xing Nuo, don’t pretend anymore.”

“Yeah, if you’re sad, just tell us.”

Xing Nuo looked up at them, his head tilted, puzzled.

“I not sad!”

He had been very happy lately!

An Zimuo, clutching the bag of chips Xing Nuo had given him, wailed:

“You gave away all your snacks, and you say you’re not sad?!”