MSFLC Ch2

After tucking him in, Song Qinian snapped two photos and sent them to Lu Ting’an, then quietly got up and left.

He had his secretary prepare for the upcoming meeting. Before it began, Song Qinian went to the floor-to-ceiling window and called his lover.

After a few rings, the call connected. On the other end was a cool, clear voice,yet the tone was gentle, carrying a smile.

“What is it, Song Xiao-Nian?”

Song Qinian’s lips lifted unconsciously. He raised a hand and rubbed his slightly hot ear.

“Nothing… I just miss you, gege.”

Lu Ting’an covered the phone and said something to the young director beside him, then stood and walked to a quiet corner.

“I’ll be back in two days… no—tomorrow. I’ll go back tomorrow.”

This trip to S City was for getting familiar with the crew and actors.

His next film was about to start shooting. After their family’s chubby baby finished his hundred-day banquet, Lu Ting’an would also join the production early—settling in, adapting to the environment, and immersing himself in the role.

Song Qinian asked, “What time tomorrow? I’ll pick you up.”

Lu Ting’an didn’t refuse. His beautiful phoenix eyes lowered, and a smile softened his cool features.

“Five p.m. The plane lands in A City.”

The secretary signaled that the meeting was ready to begin. Song Qinian gave a small nod.

Into the phone, he said, “Tomorrow I’ll bring the two little gas canisters with me to pick you up.”

After a sticky-sweet moment, Song Qinian hung up and went back to the lounge to check on the baby.

In just that short time, the little brat had kicked the thin blanket away. His fair, chubby arms and legs—like plump lotus roots—were sprawled out without a care. His round belly rose and fell steadily. Messy sleeping posture, but sleeping soundly.

—Both kids slept exactly like their other dad.

Song Qinian pulled the blanket back up, then gently placed the little rabbit doll that had fallen to the side back into the chubby baby’s arms. He bent down and kissed the baby’s forehead, left the life assistant to watch over him, and turned to go to the meeting.

Lu Zhishi had no idea how long he slept.

He blinked groggily at the ceiling. At barely three months old, his vision still wasn’t clear—anything far away was basically a blur.

It was quiet around him, like he was the only one there. Daddy was probably working. Lu Zhishi didn’t want to disturb him, so he played by himself, waving his soft, chubby hands.

Little steamed-bun hands—white and plump. Press the back of his hand or arm and it would leave a tiny dimple. Soft, squishy, and honestly kind of fun.

Not far away on the sofa, Assistant Zhao stood up to check on him. Seeing that the baby was awake but not crying or fussing, she continued seriously flipping through The Baby Encyclopedia, then sat back down and kept watch quietly.

When Song Qinian returned from the meeting, he went straight to the lounge.

The little one was playing in silence, having the time of his life, making hardly any noise.

When Song Qinian walked in, Assistant Zhao gave a brief report on the baby’s condition, then left.

“Good baby, you’re awake?” Song Qinian came over and gently stroked his head. His large hand slipped under the baby’s shirt to check his back—no sweat.

“Ah… mm…” Daddy.

Seeing him, Lu Zhishi happily waved his chubby hands, grinning without even realizing it. He felt happy from the inside out.

Those pink gums were ridiculously cute. Song Qinian’s heart softened completely.

After checking the diaper, Song Qinian carried him out, glanced at the time, and made a bottle to feed him.

Lu Zhishi sucked on the bottle, glancing at Daddy working, then twisting his head with effort to peek at the secretary who had come in.

Project data and reports he couldn’t understand filled his ears. Lu Zhishi lifted his chubby little foot and—when Song Qinian wasn’t paying attention—rested it on Daddy’s arm.

The soft little troublemaker did it sneakily, eyes curved in a pleased smile.

Yep. This position is comfortable.

Song Qinian sighed helplessly, rubbed his round little head, and continued listening to the report.

Once it was done, Song Qinian checked the time again. With one arm holding the baby, he kept working.

Truthfully, Song Qinian really was a highly qualified CEO milk-dad.

He took care of both kids himself. Even with endless company matters, he still carved out plenty of time to accompany the children as they grew.

Like right now, after hurriedly approving documents from every department and having the secretary send them out, Song Qinian grabbed his suit jacket, put it on, and carried Lu Zhishi to the kindergarten to pick up the kids for lunch.

On the way, he called Chi Yueheng, letting him know he was taking the two little ones to eat lunch.

Lunch lunch lunch!

It’s lunchtime!

But…

Lu Zhishi bit the bottle nipple, staring dead at the plates of meat right in front of him, drooling like crazy.

Song Qinian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wiped the drool and turned the baby around so he wouldn’t see the food.

The result?

The chubby baby wriggled with all his might, gripping Song Qinian’s clothes with his fat little hand—determined to keep watching the meat and drooling.

Song Qinian was truly defeated.

“Little chubby baby… why are you so greedy?” He took a handkerchief and wiped the baby’s mouth again, coaxing him. “Drink your milk first. You can eat meat when you’re older.”

Across from them, Lu Zhiyu smiled with crescent eyes, somehow finding the meat even more delicious.

Beside him, Chi Chen watched the baby’s pitiful expression and—like it was nothing—picked up a piece of beef.

Sure enough, the plump little baby immediately shifted his gaze to Chi Chen, blinking big eyes and drooling openly.

Under that intense stare, Chi Chen lowered his head and ate it.

After swallowing, he even glanced at Lu Zhishi. The corner of his lips held a faint, barely noticeable curve.

“Ah…” Lu Zhishi froze.

So you’re that kind of kid, huh? Pretty on the outside, black sesame filling inside!

Don’t think he couldn’t tell just because he couldn’t see clearly, Chi Chen had held the meat in midair for ages, and only ate it after Lu Zhishi looked over!

He wasn’t a real baby, okay? Inside, he was a grown adult!

Even if his language system and limbs didn’t quite connect properly to his brain… even if becoming a baby made him easily emotional—crying, laughing, babbling—and Daddy called him a cute little chatterbox…

Clutching Song Qinian’s clothes, the chubby can puffed up his cheeks and babbled angrily, trying to go to the other side, demanding big brother carry him.

Lu Zhiyu didn’t even eat anymore. Delighted, he lifted his little brother onto his lap and hugged him tight with an arm around him.

“Little Zhishi… my chubby baby.”

The baby grabbed his brother’s clothes, then lifted his head to stare straight at Chi Chen.

Chi Chen lowered his eyes too, watching quietly for a moment. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the drool from the babbling little one, then patted his round head and said blandly:

“You can eat it when you’re older.”

Lu Zhishi immediately rubbed his head against Chi Chen’s hand—rub rub rub—then tried hard to sit up and burrow into Chi Chen’s arms.

Lu Zhiyu watched with his own eyes as his precious baby brother was taken away by Chi Chen. Jealousy hit him like a truck.

He shot Chi Chen one resentful look after another, and suddenly even the food didn’t taste good. He ate one bowl less than usual.

Song Qinian didn’t stop them at all, he just sat across from them, laughing as he watched.

Chi Chen held the baby upright. One hand supported the neck, the other supported the little butt. His body was a bit stiff, barely daring to move.

He wasn’t as practiced as Lu Zhiyu. The baby was still too small, and Chi Chen didn’t dare hold him much. The last time he’d held him was when Lu Zhishi was just over two months old.

Now he was over three months. The chubby baby was noticeably heavier—plump with baby fat, smelling faintly of warm milk.

Soft. Warm.

A heavy, solid little can.

In his arms, the baby wriggled occasionally. Tiny hands gripped Chi Chen’s clothes. His head was buried into Chi Chen’s chest. Chi Chen gently patted his back.

“Ah-doo da-da… ah…”

Lu Zhishi suddenly forgot what he’d been trying to do.

Only one thought filled his mind.

‘Gege… you smell so good.’

Pressed against Chi Chen’s chest, Lu Zhishi wrinkled his nose and sniffed, his little claws repeatedly pawing at Chi Chen’s shirt.

A light scent—he couldn’t tell what it was, only that it smelled nice, that he liked it. It even carried a hint of sunshine.

Even Song Qinian couldn’t watch anymore. He laughed and scolded, “Why are you acting like a little hooligan?”

The baby really was heavy. Song Qinian gently took him back.

Chi Chen’s expression didn’t change, but under the table, he secretly flexed his arm.

After babbling for a long time, Song Qinian checked the time and gently coaxed him to sleep in his arms.

By the time the two older boys finished eating, Lu Zhishi was already asleep.

Beside the kindergarten was a villa under Lu Ting’an’s name, kept specifically for the two kids to nap during the day.

After lunch, Song Qinian took them over and lay down with them for a short nap.

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“Ah-woo… mm-ah…”

He slept all the way until after-work hours. Lu Zhishi tugged at Daddy’s clothes, babbling urgently.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

Dinner time!

No idea who he took this impatience after—Song Qinian didn’t even pack documents that fast.

Song Qinian lowered his gaze and asked with a smile, “Do you want milk now, or drink it after we get home?”

The little one instantly went quiet, blinking big eyes and making soft little “mm-mm” sounds.

“Alright. Got it.” Song Qinian bounced him lightly to gauge his weight, while using the other hand to pack documents into his bag. The remaining work would be handled at home.

In the nearby rest area, Chi Chen—done with homework—glanced at Lu Zhiyu, who was still racing to finish his. He packed up his stationery, slung his backpack on, and sat down to wait.

Lu Zhiyu shot him a quick look, head down as he scribbled furiously.

“You’re not waiting for me again!”

Chi Chen said calmly, “You got distracted just now.”

They could’ve finished at the same time, if Lu Zhiyu hadn’t zoned out earlier and secretly watched his little brother.

Knowing he was guilty, Lu Zhiyu couldn’t refute it. He could only speed up—scratch scratch scratch.

When Song Qinian carried Lu Zhishi over, Lu Zhiyu successfully earned his brother’s giggly laugh.

“Ha…”

Lu Zhiyu: “……”

Song Qinian couldn’t help laughing. He patted his eldest son’s head to comfort him.

Chi Chen’s lips curved slightly. He reached out and lightly grabbed the chubby foot wearing white socks.

After finishing homework, Lu Zhiyu cupped his little brother’s chubby face and gave it two loud kisses, then put on his backpack and headed home.

Back at the villa, Song Qinian got out and lifted the kids from their car seats.

“Xiao Chen, your dads said they’ll be working overtime very late tonight. Come eat and sleep at Uncle’s place,” Song Qinian said.

Before Chi Chen could respond, Lu Zhiyu spoke first, delighted: “Great! We can play games together tonight!”

“Ah-woo… ha…” Lu Zhishi’s eyes curved into happy crescents. He kicked both feet excitedly. With more kids, the house would be lively.

Chi Chen had already received messages from his dads while in the car.

His CEO dad had a tricky project and couldn’t leave the company. His doctor dad had surgery tonight and wouldn’t be home either.

Chi Chen nodded. Song Qinian ruffled his hair, and led all three kids home for dinner.

After dinner, Lu Zhishi refused to bathe. He tightly clutched Lu Zhiyu’s clothes, insisting on watching TV with him.

Song Qinian had no choice. He pinched the baby’s chubby cheek, grabbed his laptop, and sat on the other side of the couch to work overtime.

Lu Zhishi couldn’t really see the big TV clearly, but he could hear the audio.

“SpongeBob!”
“Patrick!”

Lu Zhishi wanted to laugh.

A classic really was a classic—every kid loved it.

Seeing the baby leaning against him, grinning and giggling, Lu Zhiyu lowered his head with a smile and shifted him upward a little, worried he’d slide down.

The chubby little dumpling had weight—soft little baby fat all over, a squishy bundle. Lu Zhiyu’s arms were getting sore, but he didn’t show it. He just adjusted his position now and then.

Lu Zhishi wasn’t actually a real baby. He could tell.

So he wiggled his butt, swung his hand around like he was waving randomly…

‘Then accurately grabbed the sleeve of the person beside him.’

Chi Chen lowered his gaze at him. “……”

Lu Zhishi beamed at him, revealing an adorable toothless smile.

Song Qinian was busy working. Lu Zhishi didn’t want to disturb him.
Lu Zhiyu’s arms were sore, and Lu Zhishi didn’t want to tire him out.

So… it’s you, Xiao Chen-gege!