Chapter 1607: The Fake Young Master Is Going to Be Spoiled by the Real Young Master 37

The next morning, they watched the sunrise and morning clouds on the mountaintop, then descended the mountain in the chilly air, wrapping up this fairly pleasant trip.

At the foot of the scenic area, there were many souvenirs; vendors in thick cotton jackets hawked their wares, and various snacks and cultural-creative stalls filled the long lines, truly a morning market at the scenic spot.

Zhu Suisheng picked out souvenirs for Shi Qian and Zhu Chengde; perhaps because he was in a good mood, he found everything fun and stuffed them all into his backpack, so his pack visibly bulged more and more.

Jin Chen fed him the last steamed bun, lifted the backpack to test it, and sighed helplessly: "Why did you buy nothing but heavy things?"

"This is my love for Dad and Mom—" Zhu Suisheng spread his arms, making a huge heart sign; his fair face, without a scarf, turned red from the cold wind. "Anyway, it's just this distance—once we get back to the hotel, I won't have to look after you anymore."

"Give it to me," Jin Chen said, reaching for his backpack, but Zhu Suisheng shook his head and refused, hugging his arm instead. "No, if you take the pack you can't hold my hand; it's not too heavy, I promise I won't buy anything else."

Nearby snack stalls sent up fragrant steaming heat, bathed in the morning glow.

Zhu Suisheng lifted his head and smiled at Jin Chen, clear and translucent; Jin Chen's heart went soft, he hooked his lips and pinched Jin Chen's cheek, then lightly kissed his lips.

Zhu Suisheng's chin was slightly lifted, his curved eyes soft and pure, full of deep feeling.

"Want anything else to eat?" Jin Chen asked, his fingertip brushing over the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm… let me have a look."

Zhu Suisheng tiptoed to gaze at the long line of stalls, shaking Jin Chen's arm: "Sticky rice bun! Let's go, go, go…"

Not far away, Yu Xing clung to a big stack of paper bags; the snacks inside were all different, and he wasn't shy about taking more than he could carry, stuffing them all into Yu Xing's arms.

"I'm saying, are you planning to finish all the breakfasts you'll eat this winter vacation in one go?" Yu Xing blushed, but didn't put down the paper bags; he took a free moment to pull out two napkins and hand them over. "You have red bean paste on your mouth."

"Huh?"

Yu Xing didn't hear clearly, instinctively leaned in, "What did you—"

Before he could finish the question, the soft napkin touched his lips and gently wiped them.

His heart fluttered slightly, his eyelashes trembled a few times, he lifted his eyes to look at Yu Xing; in the hazy mist he couldn't see clearly, only noticing his bangs stirred by the cold wind, revealing somewhat gentle brows and eyes.

Yu Xing stood there dumbfounded the whole time as his mouth corner was wiped clean.

Yu Xing laughed, then reached out and pinched his cheek: "What are you spacing out for? Even kindergarten kids don't eat as messily as you."

"Ow." Yu Xing winced in pain, covering his face, shook his head to suppress the inexplicably racing heartbeat, "You're insulting me again, indirectly."

Yu Xing shoved the unfinished bag of twisted dough into Yu Xing's arms, saying, "This is for you to eat; I'm going to go have a filled pancake."

He took a few quick steps intending to catch up to Jiang Shui ahead, but Yu Xing grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back: "They're on a date with their fiancé; what are you rushing over to join the fun for?"

Yu Xing regained his composure, turned around and glared at him: "Men shouldn't be intimate with each other; don't touch."

Yu Xing's smile didn't fade; if anything, it grew brighter as he ruffled his hair: "I see a stall selling fried potato skewers up ahead—want to go?"

"Let's go!" Yu Xing marched out energetically.

Jiang Shui only saw a gust of wind blow by, silently sighing: "We're both just hiking—how do they have so much energy?"

He put the clean skewer into Mu Bo Jian's hand holding the trash bag, muttering, "I used to think your job was pretty fun—you could go mountain climbing and exploring anywhere."

"Next date, let's go to a place you like," Mu Bo Jian said, wandering aimlessly with Jiang Shui, then fed him a little dumpling: "No lightbulbs this time."

Jiang Shui laughed out loud, twisting his ear: "You still know that lightbulbs are annoying, huh? Back then you always ignored Jiang Shui's provocations."

"Didn't we already make it clear? I didn't realize it before, there won't be a next time—don't be angry." Mu Bo Jian felt wronged in his heart, coaxing him to finish the dumpling, willingly working as a snack porter.

At the back of the line, Lv Yu, face full of black lines, was being led by Jiang Wen to eat breakfast; it tasted like chewing wax, yet… he had no room to resist at all, as if the world would explode if he left.

"Just sit honestly on the plane back home, and my mission will be done." Jiang Wen said to him.

Never again will I go out traveling with them.

Lv Yu felt like crying but had no tears.

——

A group of eight said their goodbyes in the afternoon; to be precise, seven people said goodbye to Lv Yu.

Mu Bo Jian and Jiang Shui were going to the Jiang family's home for New Year; everyone else's homes were in A City, only Lv Yu had to return home alone.

He didn't linger at all, not even thinking about saying goodbye to Mu Bo Jian, he just grabbed his suitcase and ran.

On the day he returned home, with only a few days left until New Year, Zhu Chengde set aside his work and focused on staying home to accompany his family in preparing for the New Year.

This was Xiao Chen's first New Year back home; Shi Qian also placed great importance on it, to the extent that when Jin Chen and Zhu Suisheng arrived home, they thought they had mistakenly walked into some red-and-fire New Year-themed exhibition.

"Mom! Come quick and look at the souvenirs I bought for you."

Zhu Suisheng flung open his suitcase, stuffed to the brim; he was thinking about what he'd say later, and did everything he could to make Shi Qian happy.

As long as Mom doesn't object, Dad definitely won't either!

On the other side of the coffee table, Jin Chen perhaps noticed it—Zhu Chengde's unspeakable, tycoon-like envy mixed with silence—and took a gift box from his own luggage, handing it over: "Dad, this is for you."

Zhu Chengde:!!

How moving—his genius son, though usually silent and reserved, always had him in his heart!

Zhu Chengde and Shi Qian were coaxed into showing teeth but not eyes; the whole living room was filled with harmony.

Zhu Suisheng felt the moment was ripe; he called Jin Chen over to sit on the single sofa opposite him, then voluntarily almost interlaced all ten fingers with Jin Chen's, and spoke while Shi Qian was still unwrapping gifts.

"Mom, I'm together with Jin Chen."

Shi Qian beamed, lifting her eyes: "You and Xiao Chen… what are you and Xiao Chen?!"

Shi Qian nearly jumped up from the sofa, her face draining of color.

Zhu Chengde: "……"

The over-forty tycoon's face rarely showed such a rich variety of expressions.

"Together… what kind of together?" Zhu Chengde felt he needed to ask for clarification.

Zhu Suisheng tightly held Jin Chen's hand and replied: "It's just being together because we like each other; I and Jin Chen swapped identities, our lives were originally supposed to have nothing to do with each other, so all of this is fate."

He tried to reason with emotion and logic, but when that failed he resorted to acting cute.

"That's also true…" Shi Qian thought of the various changes Shengsheng had made after meeting Xiao Chen; many things parents find hard to bring up were being supervised by Xiao Chen on her behalf.

If they truly love each other, what's there to object to? Perhaps Shengsheng is right—starting from the mistaken baby swap over twenty years ago, the gears of fate began turning, until two people who originally had nothing to do with each other met again.

"Okay, Shengsheng, Mom supports you!"

Zhu Chengde: "……"

Nobody cares about my opinion!

Jin Chen turned his head to look at him, his eyes holding both expectation and nervousness.

Zhu Chengde instantly went Soft-hearted, quickly nodding and saying: "Exactly, my wife has no objection, and naturally neither do I."