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    A Steady Happiness [Extra]

    A Steady Happiness

    Today, Wenwen was beaten by his father.

    The little dumpling ran to his daddy crying.

    Tan Zhui was concentrating on writing, having just dipped his brush in ink when he heard the little one’s crying getting closer and closer.

    He paused, putting down the brush in his hand.

    Wenwen had already flung himself into his arms.

    Tan Zhui was taken aback, but he picked up the little child, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears.

    “What’s wrong? Why are you crying again? Just like your father, such a crybaby.”

    Wenwen whimpered, grabbing onto his sleeve, pouting in grievance, “Father hit me! Father smacked my bottom!”

    Tan Zhui smiled, “What was it for this time?”

    Wenwen said, “Daddy, Daddy avenge me, bottom, bottom hurts…”

    The little child cried, trembling, feeling extremely wronged.

    At this time, the culprit also walked in.

    Seeing Tan Zhui holding the crying little child with a tear-streaked face, Sui Chunsheng’s angry expression softened somewhat, and he averted his gaze.

    Tan Zhui noticed that he was also looking aggrieved and waved at him, “What’s wrong? You’re also wearing a long face.”

    Sui Chunsheng said, “Make him return my things to me.”

    Tan Zhui instinctively looked at the little child in his arms, “Wenwen, did you take your father’s things?”

    Wenwen hugged his clothes, and Tan Zhui noticed that the little child seemed to have something stuffed inside his clothes.

    Tan Zhui smiled, “Wenwen, if it’s your father’s thing, and he doesn’t agree to give it to you, you can’t just take it.”

    Upon hearing this, Wenwen’s little face crumpled up and he burst into tears.

    Tan Zhui placed him on a recliner to the side and took out two persimmon candies.

    “Daddy will trade you with your favorite persimmon candy, okay?”

    Wenwen saw the persimmon candy and subconsciously wanted to take it.

    Tan Zhui hummed in agreement, signaling for him to take out the thing hidden in his clothes.

    Wenwen hesitated, raising his tearful eyes to look at his father behind his daddy.

    At this time, Sui Chunsheng was looking at him with resentment, his face looking very sour.

    Wenwen’s bottom seemed to hurt again.

    His little face wrinkled, and tears fell.

    Wenwen huffed and took out the things in his clothes, stuffing them into his daddy’s hand.

    “I don’t care for it… it’s so ugly!”

    Tan Zhui instinctively lowered his eyes to look at the things in his palm. They were two jade pendants.

    They were very ordinary green jade, polished to be quite smooth, with red beans embellishing the Xiangfei bamboo. When the two jade pendants were placed together, they looked like a conjoined branch.

    The two jade pendants were woven with red string, somewhat rough. One had a white magnolia hanging from the bottom, and the other had a hibiscus, but the appearance was not very good.

    The craftsmanship of the embroidery was too poor; it should be an amateur. It was barely possible to see what was embroidered.

    The patterns were crooked, and the shapes were tilted.

    But the two flowers were especially well-matched.

    Tan Zhui had never seen these things before, but the jade pendants seemed to have been polished to a shine, suggesting that they were often taken out and caressed.

    He paused, gradually recalling that he seemed to have some impression of this type of marriage token.

    Many years ago, they went to a temple in the mortal realm together.

    Wenwen held a piece of persimmon candy, and his mood seemed to be much better.

    Tan Zhui put away the two jade pendants and said to him, “Taking your father’s things without permission is not right.”

    “You should apologize to your father.”

    Wenwen blinked, wanting to get away with it.

    “Father, Father also hit my bottom. Daddy is so biased, always protecting Father…”

    Tan Zhui said, “Wenwen, apologize to your father first.”

    Seeing that his daddy’s expression had become serious, Wenwen immediately stood up straight and said respectfully to Sui Chunsheng, “Father, I… I shouldn’t have stolen your things. I’m sorry… I was wrong.”

    The little child looked too much like Sui Chunsheng, so Tan Zhui doted on him, which often made Sui Chunsheng jealous and dissatisfied.

    Now, this little brat who looked a lot like himself was apologizing to him, blinking his eyes.

    Although Wenwen looked like Sui Chunsheng, his eyes were exactly like Tan Zhui’s, especially the color of his pupils, like the surface of a pure sea.

    Perhaps because of these eyes, Sui Chunsheng’s anger subsided.

    Sui Chunsheng turned his face away, “I won’t haggle with a child.”

    Wenwen chuckled, “I’m going to play with Stone and Wood!”

    With that, he couldn’t wait to run out.

    Tan Zhui just wanted to tell him to slow down, but the little child had already run far away. He shook his head helplessly.

    His gaze fell on Sui Chunsheng, and he smiled slightly, taking out the two jade pendants and handing them to him.

    Sui Chunsheng only picked up the jade pendant in his hand with the magnolia flower, looking a little embarrassed as he scratched his head, “The other one is for Master.”

    Tan Zhui smiled, “When did you prepare it?”

    Sui Chunsheng, “A long time ago. I can’t remember anymore.”

    Tan Zhui grasped the other jade pendant tightly, asking, “Why didn’t you give it to me all this time?”

    He lowered his face, not daring to meet those deep blue eyes.

    “I made it too ugly, I was too embarrassed to take it out. It’s not worthy of Master.”

    Tan Zhui looked at his flushed ears and couldn’t help but reach out and pinch them.

    “Good hibiscus, darling hibiscus… I like it.”

    Saying this, he gently kissed the jade pendant in his hand, the ugly, somewhat cute embroidered hibiscus.

    Sui Chunsheng was a little dissatisfied, “Master should kiss me, the hibiscus, not this ugly thing.”

    Tan Zhui was amused by the way he pouted, it was so like Wenwen when he was being spoiled and petulant.

    He couldn’t resist pinching Sui Chunsheng’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him.

    Sui Chunsheng naturally wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him into his embrace.

    Their bodies pressed close together, clothes rubbing and creating sounds, yet they couldn’t hide the crisp sound of their lips and tongues intertwining.

    Sui Chunsheng picked him up, placing him on the desk covered with rice paper.

    Before Tan Zhui could react, his lips were being covered again.

    With a bang, it was the muffled sound of the door being suddenly closed by magic, and with the sound of the latch falling, the man’s actions became even bolder.

    The moonlight-colored robes were stained with ink, finally slipping down to his ankles.

    The man’s kisses were like warm wind and light rain, densely landing on his back.

    Tan Zhui couldn’t help but tremble, barely steadying himself on the desk with his feet.

    In front of him was the cold jade desk, behind him was the scalding heat that filled him.

    The jade objects and brushes on the desk bumped into each other, finally scattering all over the floor.

    Tan Zhui leaned on the desk, unable to resist clenching the rice paper beside him in his hands, wanting to find something to cling to.

    The four characters on the rice paper, “Chan Xu Zhan Ni,” were crumpled into a ball, unable to be smoothed out again.

    Watery light poured down, splashing over the scattered books on the floor.

    It seemed like a little waterfall had splashed over the poems of “Ritual” and “Integrity,” creating some ambiguous colors.

    Tan Zhui moaned softly, collapsing into Sui Chunsheng’s arms, carried to the bath in the backyard.

    Until the steam engulfed the two of them, there would be another scene of romance under the light of the sky.

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