Wen Qinxi was still upset but under Qie Ranzhe's constant persuasion, his stone walls crumbled under pressure. No matter how many times he tried to push Qie Ranzhe away, it was pointless. He was clinging to him like wax on paper. The tiger cub was now baring its teeth revealing it's true nature. He felt like slapping himself regretting ever teasing Qie Ranzhe in the first place.
"No...you should go buy it for him. Why else would you think I would ask Lin Lin? It's because you should go get it for him," said Wen Qinxi removing Qie Ranzhe's hand off his thigh for the second time.
"Mn," said Qie Ranzhe before leaning in to say, "only then can I get a reward later," in a modulated voice pleasant to the ear.
Wen Qinxi bit his partially swollen bottom lip with their gazes locked together. He was thinking of ways to torment Qie Ranzhe tonight and punish him for last night but Feng Xieling popped their pink bubble taking everyone by surprise.
"I don't want fudge, I just want you to stop touching my dad and stop biting his lips. They look like grapefruits now," said Feng Xieling with tear filled eyes. After dropping such a bomb, Feng Xieling ran out of the restaurant in a haste.
Wen Qinxi was about to run after him but Qie Ranzhe stopped him and opted to go. Besides this little bun was his son by blood, it was time he stepped up and make up for the years they had lost. He was going to have a relationship with Feng Zi and he had to let his son know that his dads loved each other and they were now a family.
Feng Xieling didn't go far before he was caught by Qie Ranzhe. A strong arm wrapped around the little dumpling lifting him up from the ground. The kid was flinging his legs trying to free himself but it was to no avail. Feng Xieling was as stubborn as himself, definitely an inherited trait.
He allowed Feng Xieling to vent his frustrations till he was out of energy. The fighting ceased replaced by tears. Feng Xieling had his head buried in Qie Ranzhe's neck crying his eyes out. One might think he was throwing a temper tantrum but Feng Xieling's tears had a deeper meaning. He wanted to protect the only person who ever cared about him but found that he couldn't. He really hated the fact that he was small and wished he could grow up fast so he could protect his dad.
Qie Ranzhe didn't say anything rubbing Feng Xieling's back to comfort him but his actions only seemed to make things worse with the kid wailing even louder. It's to be said that the general had zero experience dealing with children. Even the passerby sympathised with him with some teenage girls vowing to never hold a boy's hand lest they fall pregnant.
While Qie Ranzhe was feeling helpless comforting Feng Xieling in the street. Wen Qinxi, Airen and Machu were spying on them ready to provide some backup. Wen Qinxi felt like taking Feng Xieling out of Qie Ranzhe's hands but restrained himself. These two had been butting heads ever since they met which wasn't good. They were father and son after all and this experience was necessary.
"You think he's going to give up? Look at him, he looks like a wilted prune. He doesn't even know what to do?" said Airen tsking internally. She had no idea who the general impregnated and couldn't help but sympathise with them. This man was hard to deal with and his son was as stubborn as his biological father.
"I wonder which stupid woman took a fancy to such a stiff man and carried his child," said the clueless Airen earning her weird looks from both Machu and Feng Zi.
Machu actually wanted to say, "your boss of course," but he realised these two were clueless. Wen Qinxi was still in the dark as well but the reason why he was staring at Airen was because he himself fell for Qie Ranzhe in two worlds. If Airen knew she would label her boss as a helpless case.
Being labeled stupid, Wen Qinxi pinched Airen's arm and didn't hold back either causing the former assassin to yelp loudly. Hearing the gorgeous woman's cry, Machu panicked and reached out to rub Airen's arm. Who knew his arm would get slapped in the next second which was a direct rejection. Wen Qinxi noticed all of this and felt like he had just been fed dog food for no reason.
"Can you not flirt in public," said Wen Qinxi forgetting that just a few minutes ago he was handing out dog food like a volunteer working for the world food programme.
Airen, "....."
Machu, "..."
The two people who had been scolded for no reason almost vomited blood. They didn't have enough time to express their grievances because Feng Zi followed the father and son pair heading towards the cake shop.
On the other hand, Feng Xieling had exhausted himself from all the crying so Qie Ranzhe took him to the cake shop and have a heart to heart conversation with his son. Qie Ranzhe ordered some fudge and wiped the tears off Feng Xieling's face with the napkins on the table. Feng Xieling felt so embarrassed sniffling with his reddened eyes.
"Don't cry anymore," said Qie Ranzhe feeling pained watching his child cry like this. They weren't close and he probably wouldn't be as close to Feng Xieling as Feng Zi but he would do his best to protect the both of them.
Feng Xieling didn't know why this man came instead of his dad so he asked, "Why is it you?....I want dad," hiding his face in Qie Ranzhe's neck. He didn't know why but he hated this man seeing his weakness and now he had just cried his lungs out in front of him.
Qie Ranzhe took out his phone and said, "Let me show you something." By show you something, he meant opening his front camera on his phone with the two people showing up on the screen. "Look closely," said Qie Ranzhe drawing Feng Xieling who was sitting on his lap closer so the little boy would see his face clearly on the screen.
After confusedly staring for a long time Feng Xieling finally saw it. They looked so much alike but how was that possible? Seeing the blank expression change to the look of shock on the kid's face, he said, "You see it now?"
Feng Xieling lifted his head and curiously gazed at this face that was interestingly similar to his. What did this mean?
"That's because I am your father," said Qie Ranzhe fixing Feng Xieling's hair.
Feng Xieling, "....."