CHAPTER 365: EPISODE 34.5 WHEN THE KID’S AT SCHOOL, THE PARENTS PLAY

With Yanyan’s schooling finally settled, Shen Yuan and Bai Tingfeng could finally return their attention to work.

Well—sort of.

In Shen Yuan’s case, his workload had been drastically reduced because of his current condition.

These days, his "duties" mostly consisted of waiting around for the occasional minor task that fell into his lap.

Chairman Mao and Xia Jinhai were now handling the major collaboration with Lee Jinhyuk’s team, which meant Shen Yuan had absolutely no chance to meddle in the Hunter Association’s big operations.

In short, the celestial fox spirit was living the life of a pampered slacker.

A full-time pregnant omega, part-time couch potato—that was Shen Yuan.

The same couldn’t be said for Bai Tingfeng.

Between helping Yanyan polish his speech and managing his own responsibilities, the alpha barely had a moment to breathe. Dungeon raid oversight, loot audits, training schedules—he juggled them all like a man on fire.

So yes, Shen Yuan’s earlier complaint about Bai Tingfeng "leaving him for work" was, unfortunately, completely valid.

Inside the top-floor office of Baihu Guild headquarters, Shen Yuan lay sprawled across the couch like a modern Cleopatra, lazily watching his hardworking husband shuffle through documents.

"I’m starting to miss Yanyan," Shen Yuan sighed dramatically after two solid hours of doing absolutely nothing.

He sounded tired and miserable—even though he’d been resting all day.

"I don’t think I can live happily if my weekdays are this boring. If this keeps up, I’d rather take a field mission—or help monitor the Wei family suspects."

"Yuan..." Bai Tingfeng muttered without looking up from his report. "We already talked about this. You are not in the right condition to kick asses. For the baby, remember?"

"But it’s only the first day of Yanyan’s school, and I already feel like I’m aging into a prune from boredom!" Shen Yuan whined, flopping an arm over his forehead like a tragic actor. Deep down, though, he just missed the noise of his five-year-old.

Was it crazy to miss your kid only hours after dropping him off?

Shen Yuan groaned inwardly. He was definitely going crazy.

Bai Tingfeng finally looked up, amusement and affection softening his eyes.

If his husband was this restless, maybe it was time to offer a distraction.

"Would you like to go on an afternoon date?"

"Can I give you a blowjob?"

They said it at the same time.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Of course, the one suggesting a wholesome date was the ever-serious alpha. The other—well, Shen Yuan was being Shen Yuan.

"A date?" Shen Yuan tilted his head. "You’re busy. Why waste time when you can just pull out your meat stick and let me take care of you?"

"Yuan!" Bai Tingfeng choked, face turning bright red.

For someone who had long accepted Shen Yuan’s shamelessness, Bai Tingfeng was still occasionally caught off guard. The omega’s creativity—especially in the erotic vocabulary department—was unmatched.

Dropping his pen, the alpha rubbed his face like a man under siege.

"I know I promised to give you my essence anytime you need it, but not here. This is my office. I need a clear head in this place. I can’t—" He paused, resigned. "I can’t work here if I have memories of you kneeling under my desk. You get what I mean, right?"

Shen Yuan smiled sweetly. "Of course. I understand perfectly."

Then he leaned back, eyes glinting with mischief. "But don’t you want to experience sneaky office sex at least once? I read about it in a BL novel—it sounded so hot."

Bai Tingfeng’s heart skipped a beat. Whether from panic or lust, he wasn’t sure.

He abruptly stood. "Stand up. We’re going on a date."

"Wait! I’m supposed to be resting!" Shen Yuan protested from the couch.

"Yes—but you just offered to overwork your neck and jaw, so clearly, you’re well-rested enough."

Before Shen Yuan could argue, Bai Tingfeng had already pulled him up into his arms.

"I will take your mind off to everything that stresses you." Bai Tingfeng said, causing Shen Yuan’s heart to flutter.

"Cancel everything on my afternoon schedule," Bai Tingfeng told Assistant Su as he marched out of his office.

Baffled, the assistant blinked at the sight of Shen Yuan being carried bridal-style. "Uh... yes, sir."

He watched the couple board the elevator, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, I hate being single..."

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Would he complain when a pair of strong, beefy arms were holding him close? Would he still act bitchy when there was a muscular chest serving as his personal pillow?

Hell no. Shen Yuan clung to Bai Tingfeng like a spoiled koala until the alpha finally set him down in the passenger seat.

"Now that you’ve kidnapped me, where are you taking me?" he asked once Bai Tingfeng settled behind the wheel.

Bai Tingfeng opened his mouth to answer, but Shen Yuan waved a finger.

"Don’t forget we have to pick up Yanyan later, okay? I’m not going with you if this turns into another impromptu out-of-town trip like the one at Rong Shen Villa." Shen Yuan said in full-on nagging-mom mode.

Bai Tingfeng smiled and shook his head. "Don’t worry. I won’t."

That was enough to calm Shen Yuan. He sank comfortably into his seat, finally relaxing.

Now at peace, he studied Bai Tingfeng’s profile. And oh, now he got it—why girls and gays went crazy for men behind the wheel.

Bai Tingfeng looked too good when driving. His broad shoulders, the way his sleeves stretched over his arms, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel—each turn and shift was a sinful display of strength.

And those hands...

Those large, steady hands made everything look small. His long, girthy fingers wrapped around the wheel with ease. It was criminally hard not to think of anything indecent.

"Can you be the driver from now on?" Shen Yuan asked, voice a touch hoarse. He cleared his throat when Bai Tingfeng glanced over.

"What? Why?" the alpha asked, puzzled.

"No reason," Shen Yuan replied coolly. "You just look hot when you drive. Such a heartthrob."

A flicker of amusement crossed Bai Tingfeng’s eyes. "We’re even then, because you nearly gave me a heart attack when you drove."

Shen Yuan blinked—then burst out laughing as the memory hit him.

"Oh, right. You mean that first time after we came back from Country A?" he teased. "Funny, isn’t it? We used to be at each other’s throats, and now you’re—well—deep down my throat too many times to count."

Bai Tingfeng chuckled despite himself. Disturbingly lewd? Yes. But undeniably Shen Yuan.

"We’re just meant to be together," the alpha said fondly.

Shen Yuan exaggeratedly shivered. "Ugh, shut the fuck up. Just drive and bring me to whatever Garden of Eden you planned on taking me."

And so, Bai Tingfeng did take him on a date: to a five-star hotel right in the heart of the city.

It wasn’t one of those grand hotels they used for auctions or press conferences, nor was it that infamous love hotel they’d ended up in during Shen Yuan’s first heat.

No, this was a resort-style luxury hotel: romantic, elegant, and utterly perfect for an afternoon getaway.

Shen Yuan was all smiles as they checked in, and even brighter when Bai Tingfeng handed him a soft white bathrobe.

His imagination immediately went rogue.

So... he’s getting the big D, right?

Shen Yuan let out a mischievous little giggle, already picturing the scene playing out like a scandalous BL novel. Obediently, he followed Bai Tingfeng’s every instruction—like the world’s most well-trained fox.

"Lie down on the bed."

"Turn to your side."

"Close your eyes and relax."

Shen Yuan swore he had never been this obedient in his entire thousand-year existence. Bai Tingfeng’s hold over him was truly terrifying.

He was floating in a haze of anticipation when a pair of gentle hands began massaging his legs.

It wasn’t the fiery, seductive touch he’d imagined—but rather a warm, steady rhythm that melted the tension right out of his body. The strokes were soothing, grounding... almost heavenly.

"Tingfeng," Shen Yuan purred, impressed. "I didn’t know you had such skills."

He mewled softly, wriggling a little. "Come on, I know you can do better than that. Press harder."

The hands obeyed.

"Ohhh, that’s it... harder!"

The pressure increased, and Shen Yuan moaned again, voice growing a little too sultry for a supposedly innocent massage.

"Harder!" he cried, his tone dripping with sinful innuendo. "Harder!"

"Yuan!"

That voice was not beside him.

Shen Yuan’s eyes flew open— and he froze.

A female beta therapist sat at the foot of the bed, blushing furiously as she kneaded his calves.

"M-Master Shen..." she stammered, bowing politely despite her reddened face.

Shen Yuan blinked once. Twice. Then he snapped his gaze around the suite.

There—on the couch by the bed—sat Bai Tingfeng, happily munching on pastries like this was the most normal thing in the world.

In that instant, Shen Yuan’s brain short-circuited.

Without thinking, he conjured a ball of fox fire and hurled it in his husband’s direction.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING HERE?!"

The alpha barely dodged, holding up a plate like a shield. He smartly coated it with his aura, successfully distinguishing the flame.

"It’s a massage, Yuan! I thought it would be good for you since you’ve been emotionally and physically stressed these days." Bai Tingfeng explained.

Shen Yuan was the one who did most of Yanyan’s preparation for schooling.

That is why Bai Tingfeng thought about giving him a chance to unwind!