My Little Boy is Always Teasing Me | Chapter 46 | A Gentle Morning After | Novela.app

Chapter 46 - A Gentle Morning After The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the villa, casting a soft, golden glow over the living room. Jiang Yuan was currently nestled into the plush depths of the sofa, his body feeling as though it had been disassembled and put back together by a particularly clumsy giant. Every muscle ached with a dull, persistent throb, a lingering reminder of Xie Chengnan’s "enthusiasm" from the night before. As Xie Chengnan carried Jiang Yuan out from the bedroom, the small medical robot, Freesia, immediately whirred to life. Her sensors tracked their movement, her internal fans humming with a cheerful, mechanical energy that felt slightly too loud for Jiang Yuan’s current state of exhaustion. Shen Qinian, who had been waiting in the living room, looked at the little robot with a mix of envy and amusement. He reached out to pat her sleek, white casing. "I'm your uncle," he said, his voice tinged with a strange sense of competition. Freesia’s LED display flickered into a huffy red. "I am very expensive! Do not pat my head!" she chirped, her synthesized voice sounding remarkably indignant. In this regard, Freesia wasn't lying. Unlike Jason, the domestic robot Xie Chengnan had built almost as a hobby, Freesia was a masterpiece of engineering. Xie Chengnan had invested several times the capital into her development, equipping her with the most advanced affective computing and medical monitoring systems available. She was, in many ways, the crown jewel of Nanyuan Technology’s current research. Shen Qinian sighed, a look of sudden melancholy crossing his face. "I really didn't expect it. Not only did you find a partner before me, but now you’ve got a 'son' and a 'daughter,' a whole family in tow... Maybe I should actually find someone to date too?" Xie Chengnan, the CEO who had somehow acquired a family overnight, remained noncommittal. He carefully settled his exhausted lover onto the sofa, tucking a soft cashmere blanket around him with practiced tenderness. His voice, usually cool and professional, was now incredibly soft. "I’ll go get you some warm water." Jiang Yuan, too tired to even speak, simply lifted his phone to show the screen: *I want lemonade.* "Alright, I'll have the secretary prepare it," Xie Chengnan replied, adjusting the pillows behind Jiang Yuan’s back. "Is this comfortable? Does it hurt anywhere else?" Jiang Yuan shook his head weakly, curling further into the sofa like a cat seeking warmth. He had no intention of moving for the rest of the day. Seeing that Jiang Yuan was not only unable to walk but seemingly unable to even find the energy to speak, Shen Qinian couldn’t help but ask out of genuine curiosity, "What happened? Why is it this serious?" Xie Chengnan shot him a sharp, silent look, his eyes narrowing in a clear warning to shut up. However, Shen Qinian’s gaze had already drifted downward. He noticed the faint, bluish finger marks around Jiang Yuan’s ankles and the unmistakable, ambiguous traces peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirt. The realization hit him like a freight train. He let out a low whistle, clicking his tongue. "I never would have guessed. You look so gentle on the surface, but you’re a total beast in bed." Jiang Yuan, by now, was entirely unfazed by such comments. He even found the strength to type out a retort to Shen Qinian: *I like it that way. What's it to you?* Xie Chengnan couldn't help but let out a low, melodic chuckle. In response, the "Little Ancestor" on the sofa gave him a fierce, albeit exhausted, glare that lacked any real bite.