After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 13

Chapter 13: Call Me Daddy

“Is Film Emperor Feng so free? Has a mid-life crisis hit, no movies to film, so you have to stay at home and pick at your feet?”

“Not at all, I can’t compare to the little Dance King. If we really had to compare, wouldn’t the skin on your feet be rubbed raw?”

As Feng Yan spoke, he hoisted up the largest box.

“Yan-gege!” Niangao ran to the door, hugging Nuomi, and said happily, “Yan-gege is delivering gifts! Santa Claus!”

Yu Weixi was almost angered to death by his own son.

“I bought that with my own hard-earned money.” Yu Weixi waved his hand. “I bought all of it.”

Feng Yan stood to the side, holding the box, and said matter-of-factly, “Mmm, I was bought by your daddy too.”

Yu Weixi: “…”

Yu Weixi choked and said fiercely, “Put the things down. You can get lost now.”

Feng Yan raised an eyebrow. “Looking at this setup, you bought a cat tree, right? Don’t you need me to help you assemble it?”

With one little friend and one big friend, Feng Yan still felt it was more appropriate for him to lend a hand.

Isn’t that how normal neighbors are?

Harmonious and friendly, a successor to the socialist good-neighborly and friendly relations.

Feng Yan gave himself a mental “Mmm,” feeling a red glow emanating from his body.

Yu Weixi snorted coldly.

Fine, it’s free labor, might as well use it.

Yu Weixi also recited “successor to the socialist good-neighborly and friendly relations” to himself.

Feng Yan sat down on the carpet, took the box cutter Yu Weixi handed him, and opened the larger box.

With a “rip,” the tape was cut open. Feng Yan removed the protective layers one by one, revealing the contents inside—cat litter, a cat tree…

Feng Yan smiled. “Little Nuomi is quite lucky, eating imported top-tier cat food.”

Yu Weixi was taken aback.

Feng Yan: “What’s wrong?”

Yu Weixi frowned slightly, a little puzzled. Aren’t all the things here already?

Yu Weixi glanced at the smaller box in his hand.

Could it be a free gift?

Yu Weixi looked at the label on it. The address was unknown, and it wasn’t from the same company that sold the cat litter and other cat supplies.

Yu Weixi opened it, and the first thing he saw was a large, flat poster. On the poster was a huge face.

It was a solo poster of Yu Weixi, using a photo from his concert tour in the US.

“Wow, a gift from a fan?” Feng Yan raised an eyebrow.

In the photo, Yu Weixi was in the middle of a dance move, his right hand raised high to greet the fans. The stretch of his body revealed a slender, firm waist and a perky butt. His shirt had ridden up due to the movement, slightly exposing a strip of pale white belly and his waistband.

And because of the intense dancing, his waistband had slipped down, revealing the black CK band of his underwear.

It was naturally good-looking, and also a bit sensual.

Feng Yan was slightly stunned, then quickly averted his eyes.

No wonder they all said Yu Weixi was the Little Dance King of Asia, the number one dancer in the industry. It wasn’t just because he was a professional dancer from the US, but also because…

Yu Weixi had a different kind of charm on stage.

Some people’s dancing showed skilled technique, some showed a deep foundation. Yu Weixi’s dancing… made it impossible for people to look away.

His professionalism was a given, but it wasn’t just professionalism. It was an innate stage presence. No matter what he danced or how he danced, it was always stunning. Maybe it was his temperament, maybe it was his looks. Anyway, this was what people meant by being born for the stage.

Feng Yan had only seen Yu Weixi dance once, when they were filming The Coast.

Feng Yan looked at the Yu Weixi before him and was slightly lost in thought.

This person before him was becoming more and more charming with age.

Yu Weixi, on the side, didn’t notice Feng Yan’s gaze. After looking at the poster, he knew it was a gift from a fan.

Yu Weixi felt a little uncomfortable.

He had been harassed by sasaengs at his old house before, and Niangao had been scared. He was more or less bothered by this, so his first reaction upon receiving a gift now was, didn’t I just move? Why am I still receiving gifts?

Yu Weixi removed the poster, wanting to see what was underneath. The next moment, he was startled and subconsciously pushed the box away forcefully.

Feng Yan also saw it. His eyes darkened. He took the box and immediately covered it. “I’ll throw it away for you.”

Under the poster was a pile of men’s underwear. One of them was spread open and stained with a white liquid, utterly disgusting.

What was even more creepy was the note next to the underwear.

—Xixi, I love you. I want to be with you.

“It’s okay, just a stupid sasaeng fan. Don’t be afraid.” Feng Yan patted Yu Weixi’s shoulder. “I’ll throw it away for you.”

Yu Weixi covered Niangao’s eyes so he wouldn’t see and pouted. “Who’s afraid? It’s just a few dirty pairs of underwear.”

Feng Yan sealed the box, along with the poster, with tape again, preparing to throw it away.

“Wait.”

Yu Weixi took the small box and retrieved an iron bucket, normally used for burning joss paper during the Qingming Festival, from the storage room.

Feng Yan: “…”

Then, Yu Weixi lit the box with a lighter and threw it in to burn.

Feng Yan: “…”

Wow.

After Yu Weixi put the iron can on the balcony, Feng Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “So skilled. Have you received these before?”

“Often. That’s why Yao Xuhe gave me this bucket.” Yu Weixi’s smile gradually became deranged.

Feng Yan: “…Pfft.”

Is this whole group full of weirdos?

Feng Yan had worked with another member of this group before, and he was also very weird.

Feng Yan shook his head. “I’ve heard from others that your sasaeng problem is serious.”

After a pause, Feng Yan teased, “Who made our little Dance King so good-looking, the most beautiful flower of China?”

Yu Weixi: “…”

Yu Weixi: “You’re dead.”

This “most beautiful flower of China” was a “sore spot” for Yu Weixi. Although most of his fans didn’t think so, Yu Weixi was so angry he almost wanted to assassinate the organizers.

At that time, a platform in Southeast Asia held a “most beautiful female celebrity” competition. A hater deliberately feminized Yu Weixi and submitted his photo to the list of candidates. Since Yu Weixi’s fame was concentrated in Western countries like the US and his home country, it was the first time people in Southeast Asia had seen him. They were stunned by his beauty and only had eyes for him. They didn’t care if he was male or female and voted for him overwhelmingly. Just like that, Yu Weixi became the “most beautiful flower of China” and was ridiculed by haters for a good half a year.

“I’m praising you for outshining all the others.”

“Feng Yan, you’re already dead.” Yu Weixi sneered. “Can’t compare to a certain someone who has eight-pack abs and has to take off his shirt for promotion, afraid that others won’t know.”

Feng Yan just smiled. Seeing that the anger on Yu Weixi’s face from the earlier gift was slowly fading, he stopped teasing him.

Niangao watched the two of them go back and forth and grinned foolishly.

“Come on, let’s assemble the cat tree.”

Feng Yan rolled up his sleeves, took out the frame, and said as he assembled it, “Nuomi is so small, it probably won’t use it yet.”

“Yu Han’s older sister has a litter of cats. The mother cat recently gave birth to kittens. I plan to ask him for one to keep Nuomi company.”

“That’s true.” Feng Yan understood Yu Weixi’s thoughts. Niangao had complained to him before that his daddy spent too little time with him and was lonely. So Feng Yan guessed that Yu Weixi didn’t want Nuomi to be lonely and was finding it a companion.

Feng Yan’s eyes lit up, and he smiled. “Then why don’t you have another little sister or brother for Niangao?”

“…”

Yu Weixi’s whole body stiffened.

“Feng Yan! You’re already in your coffin and about to be buried! The funeral is starting!”

Yu Weixi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, trembling with anger. “Are you crazy?! Niangao is my nephew. I don’t have a partner, did he come from asexual reproduction?!”

Although same-sex marriage was legal now and men could also have children, not many actually chose to have their own.

Adopting abandoned children wasn’t a bad thing.

“I was just asking casually. I heard Niangao call you Daddy.”

“Kids don’t know any better.” Yu Weixi bared his teeth. “He calls me Daddy because I’ve always taken care of him. You’re my son. Come on, call me Daddy.”

Feng Yan raised an eyebrow and showed a smile that could make the heavens fall.

“Do you really want me to?”

“Call me!”

Seeing that Niangao had gone to the kitchen to wash his hands, Feng Yan leaned in and brought his lips to Yu Weixi’s ear.

Then, before Yu Weixi could react, he whispered in his ear, “Daddy.”

Yu Weixi: “…”

Yu Weixi completely turned into a roasted sweet potato.

Feng Yan’s voice was hoarse and deep. The magnetic male voice gently teased by his ear, the warm breath hitting his earlobe, making the entire soft auricle turn red.

When Yu Weixi looked up, he could see the tall man looking at him with a playful expression.

It was the composure and aura that came from being six years older than him, from six more years of experience.

Yu Weixi: “…Feng Yan, you’re deader than dead. You’ve ascended to immortality.”

Anyway, the cat tree was already assembled. Next, Film Emperor Feng was kicked out by Yu Weixi.

Slam—!

Feng Yan looked at the door that had been slammed shut in his face, rubbed his nose, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Tsk.”