He reached out to gently touch his son’s serene sleeping face, brushing his son’s soft cheek, but afraid of waking him, he retracted his hand. Su Qingyue watched his actions, noticed his gaze upon their son—indulgent and filled with a genuine fatherly love. She knew he truly cherished Ye’er. This was something no other man could ever give Ye’er. Perhaps this is the allure of blood being thicker than water. While on her way back to the capital, she had learned from a Pigeon Messaging sent by a subordinate that Chang Haotian, for nearly a month, had been extraordinarily doting on Ye’er, granting every request. But today, seeing Ye’er interact with Chang Haotian, Ye’er was respectful yet distant, unlike his unrestrained and sincere bond with Xiao Yuchuan. "Dear, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Yuchuan asked in a low voice. "Nothing, let’s sleep." She flicked her fingers, and a stream of Zhenqi extinguished the burning candlelight, plunging the room into darkness. Xiao Yuchuan actually had more to say to his wife, but seeing their son deeply asleep, he refrained from waking him, deciding to postpone the talk until tomorrow. He stretched his arm across their son sleeping in the middle, wrapping both his wife and son in his embrace, and closed his eyes contentedly. He had a wife, a son—how wonderful the three of them were together! He would never allow anyone to ruin this. In the middle of the night, he noticed his son’s little hand had somehow ended up on his wife’s chest. A twinge of jealousy surged within him; that was his, and not even his son could touch! He gently removed his son’s little hand, but the boy unconsciously placed it back on Su Qingyue’s chest. Xiao Yuchuan felt a bit annoyed, wanting to slap his son’s hand but couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he simply wrapped his own large hand around his son’s small one, preventing it from wandering. Little Ye’er mumbled in his sleep, probably disgruntled that his hand couldn’t move, but he didn’t struggle and continued to sleep sweetly. The next morning, Ye’er opened his bright eyes, seeing his mother still asleep. He turned his head slightly to find his father’s eyes were open. The father and son simultaneously made a quiet gesture, clearly worried about disturbing the still-sleeping Su Qingyue. Then, both the larger and smaller pair of eyes focused on Su Qingyue’s stunning sleeping face. Little Ye’er thought he too would like to marry someone as beautiful as his mom in the future. Xiao Yuchuan, on the other hand, thought to himself, even in sleep, his wife was so breathtakingly beautiful, so alluring, if it weren’t for their little rascal in the middle, he would really want to press over... Oh well, as a father, he can’t behave indecently in front of his son. Just hold on a bit, he would love his wife ’to death,’ there was no hurry. After a while, little Ye’er climbed up, trying to step over Xiao Yuchuan to get off the bed, but couldn’t quite manage the step. His dad was sleeping on the outermost side of the bed, so if Ye’er attempted to cross, he’d fall. The bed was a bit high with someone lying on it, making the height too much for Ye’er. Xiao Yuchuan saw his son’s predicament and picked him up, setting him down on the floor. Little Ye’er put on his shoes and hurriedly dashed out. By then, Su Qingyue had also woken up. Yuchuan, seeing his wife was awake, no longer worried about disturbing her, called out to the vanishing Ye’er, "You little rascal, where are you going?" The childish voice echoed from afar. Xiao Yuchuan turned to Qingyue, "Dear, where’s our son going?" Qingyue yawned, "He’s gone to pee." "Oh." Xiao Yuchuan rolled over onto his wife’s soft body, his mouth going for her fair neck, kissing her as his hands wandered unchecked over her body. Su Qingyue pushed him away, "Don’t, Ye’er will be back soon, it’s not good if he sees us."