Chapter 312 – My Dear CEO Wife – The Third Wheel Begone (12)
Today is Father and Mother Wen’s wedding anniversary. In the past, they were always too busy with work to remember, often letting the day slip by. In recent years, after retiring, they’ve been enjoying life more leisurely. Father Wen’s habit of forgetting anniversaries, however, has long been a sore spot for Mother Wen.
This year, Father Wen didn’t want to miss it again.
Bai Tang quickly understood what was going on — they wanted some time alone for their anniversary.
Father Wen revealed his surprise plan in full, and the little squirrel patted his chest confidently, promising, “No problem.”
Mother Wen soon came downstairs, makeup done and bag in hand. With queen-like confidence, she waved and declared, “Let’s go.”
Bai Tang, dressed in a smart little suit, took Mother. Wen’s hand and led the way out, while Father Wen followed behind, acting as her bodyguard and porter.
Women’s shopping sprees are rarely reasonable — especially with the Wen family’s wealth. Mother. Wen bought things without batting an eye.
She eagerly pulled Bai Tang into her shopping rhythm, moving from one luxury boutique to another.
“Tangtang, does this look good?” Mother Wen asked, standing before the fitting room mirror in a backless red fishtail dress.
“It looks great. It makes your skin look fairer and younger. If we went out together, people who didn’t know us might think we were siblings,” Bai Tang praised.
Mother Wen had taken excellent care of herself and had few worries. Though she was already over forty, she looked like she was in her thirties.
Father Wen finally understood why his wife was so fond of Bai Tang. The boy had a pleasant personality, a sweet tongue, and spoke sincerely, without a trace of flattery. Just listening to him was delightful.
“I think so too,” Father Wen chimed in, wanting to praise his wife but only managing to echo Bai Tang’s words sheepishly.
Mother Wen changed out of the red dress, had the sales assistant wrap it up, and dragged Bai Tang off to the next store for another “battle.”
By evening, every time Bai Tang praised Mother Wen, Father Wen would add, “I think so too.” After hearing it for the umpteenth time, Mother Wen couldn’t help rolling her eyes.
The shrewd businessman, invincible in the business world, suddenly became speechless when shopping with his wife. Mother Wen was speechless too.
The sun was setting, and the three of them had unknowingly spent the entire afternoon shopping. There were less than two hours left before the candlelight dinner Father Wen had reserved.
While Mother Wen was trying on clothes, Father Wen gave Bai Tang a meaningful look. “Tang Tang, you need to find a chance to leave.”
Bai Tang understood immediately and picked up his phone to send a text message to Wen Changhe: [A He, come quick, I need you.]
Receiving a message from his beloved wife, Wen Changhe—who had been dining with President Wu—didn’t even finish his meal. He quickly located Bai Tang’s position and rushed over.
When Wen Changhe arrived, Bai Tang was sitting in a chair at an outdoor café, surrounded by stylishly dressed young people.
At Father Wen’s signal, the passersby suddenly quickened their pace, pulled out speakers from somewhere, and began dancing in front of Mother Wen.
Cool and fashionable young men and women danced around her, their youthful energy infectious and full of life.
Suddenly, a stunning young woman approached and invited Mother Wen to join them. Bai Tang smiled and gently pushed her forward.
This was all part of Father and Mother Wen’s plan to relive their youth. Bai Tang clapped his hands and smiled at the crowd, hoping his father’s plan would succeed.
The crowd was large, and Wen Changhe couldn’t squeeze into the café. He could only watch Bai Tang from afar through the sea of people.
Bang—
A balloon tied to the chair next to Bai Tang suddenly burst, startling the boy.
Wen Changhe pushed through the crowd and reached Bai Tang’s side. “Tang Tang, don’t be afraid.”
The doctor had said Bai Tang couldn’t handle sudden fright; it was excessive shock that had caused him to lose his voice.
“Ahhh~” After the young couple finished dancing, they set off celebratory confetti cannons. The boy instinctively hugged Wen Changhe’s waist, while the latter covered his ears to block the noise.
Then Father Wen appeared, holding a bouquet of roses, surrounded by the dancers.
He knelt on one knee before Mother Wen.
“Wife, we’ve been married for thirty-five years. You married me when you were twenty. When we were young, I was always busy with work and often neglected our anniversaries. But not this year. From now on, every anniversary will be celebrated with you in a new way. You’ve worked so hard all these years…”
Father Wen—usually so serious—was actually following the trends of the younger generation. It must have taken a lot for him to do this.
Mother Wen covered her mouth, deeply moved. “Husband…”
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowd chanted, and Bai Tang clapped along, smiling as he watched the fun.
Father Wen had even more romantic surprises prepared. Before leaving, Mother Wen worried that Bai Tang might not know the way home by himself—but when she turned around, she was surprised to find that her son had already arrived.
“You brat, Tang Tang’s in your hands tonight. Tomorrow I want to see a safe and healthy Tang Tang, understand?” Mother Wen still remembered Wen Changhe’s unreliability at the hospital.
“Got it, Mom. Just relax and go celebrate the holiday with Dad.” Wen Changhe was quite helpless — if he didn’t pamper his wife, who would?
After days of monopolizing Bai Tang, Mother Wen was finally taken away by Father Wen. Tonight belonged to Wen Changhe and Bai Tang alone — their private time.
The two held hands, gazing at each other tenderly.
“Tang Tang, I missed you.”
The boy blushed under the man’s gaze. He turned his head slightly, revealing the tips of his pink ears. “Me too~”
It was still early. Bai Tang had eaten plenty while shopping with Mother Wen that afternoon, and his stomach was still full.
The two strolled hand in hand down the trendy street, unaware that they were blocking other people’s photo shoots.
The camera that had been following the models unconsciously drifted toward the man and the boy, drawn by the captivating aura surrounding them. Even the photographer couldn’t help but focus on them instead.
“Are we shooting me or them? What did I hire you for?” the models complained, annoyed that their time was being wasted.
Meanwhile, Bai Tang stood to the side, obliviously watching the commotion. He listened for a while, then frowned slightly. Something didn’t seem right.
He tugged on Wen Changhe’s hand. “It seems like they’re arguing because of us?”
Wen Changhe’s smile didn’t fade. He lightly tapped the boy’s nose. “You just realized that, silly boy~”
“Hmm~” Bai Tang brushed Wen Changhe’s hand away and huffed, “You’re the silly one! I’m a squirrel!”
“Alright, alright, whatever Tang Tang says goes. Tang Tang is a little squirrel…”
The boy’s puffed-up cheeks only made him look even more like one.
It’s fine to watch other people’s drama, but it’s best to avoid getting caught up in your own.
Bai Tang grabbed Wen Changhe and ran. What if the argument turned into a fight and innocent bystanders got caught in the crossfire?
After a while, his body—unused to exercise for years—was panting heavily.
Leaning against a lamppost to catch his breath, Bai Tang felt a gentle pat on his back. Wen Changhe had somehow appeared beside him with a bottle of water.
“Tang Tang, have some.” Wen Changhe handed him the mineral water, watching with adoration as the boy gulped it down. His Tang Tang was just too adorable.
“Ahe, you should drink some too~” Bai Tang offered the half-full bottle to Wen Changhe.
He wasn’t hungry, but it was getting late, and Wen Changhe must be.
Noticing a barbecue restaurant next door, Bai Tang’s eyes lit up. He tugged Wen Changhe inside. “I’ll take you to eat something delicious~”
He didn’t particularly like barbecue, but he remembered that his husband loved it.
The two ate their fill—mostly Wen Changhe eating, while Bai Tang only took a few bites before putting his chopsticks down. Wen Changhe didn’t push him; barbecue wasn’t healthy anyway, and it was better for Bai Tang to eat less.
Both of them came out smelling like grilled meat, yet Bai Tang still wasn’t ready to go home.
As they passed a bar—a place Bai Tang had never been before—he looked longingly through the glass at the lively crowd inside.
Wen Changhe didn’t really want to take him into such a place; it was too noisy and chaotic. But the boy looked up at him pitifully, shaking his hand. “A He~ can we go in and take a look?”
Could Wen Changhe say no? Of course not. His wife wanted to have fun—how could he refuse?
“You can go in,” he said, “but let’s be clear first: we’re leaving by ten. And once we’re inside, you’re not allowed to eat or drink anything from strangers.” Wen Changhe repeated his warnings firmly.
“Okay, okay~ I promise I’ll listen to A He!” The boy’s eyes curved with laughter.
Excited, he pulled Wen Changhe inside. The combination of the handsome man and the cute boy instantly drew attention the moment they stepped through the door.
Wen Changhe intercepted the wandering gazes, shifting his handhold to wrap an arm around Bai Tang’s shoulders—a silent declaration of ownership.
Some people, seeing this, quickly turned away, while others ignored Wen Changhe and continued staring at the delicate young man.
Bai Tang’s clear and innocent aura clashed with the chaotic energy of the bar. To the experienced crowd, it was obvious he was a newcomer—someone untouched by the nightlife scene. More than a few people secretly plotted how to lure him away; after all, naïve beauties were rare here.
Wen Changhe led Bai Tang to a semi-private booth. A waiter came over to ask what they’d like to drink.
“What kind of drinks do you have here?” Bai Tang had long heard that the cocktails in bars were both beautiful and delicious, but he’d never had the chance to try them. He came this time hoping to taste one of those legendary cocktails.
Putting chicken tail feathers in drinks—wasn’t that strange? Why did everyone like it so much?
Wen Changhe sighed helplessly. “A soft drink, please.”
He was firmly against the boy drinking alcohol.
Bai Tang pouted but didn’t argue. Before coming in, he had promised Wen Changhe that he would listen obediently.
Ring ring ring—
Suddenly, Wen Changhe’s phone rang. It was his secretary calling. He answered the call, half-covering the mouthpiece with his palm to block out the background noise.
Seeing this, Bai Tang stopped the waiter who was about to leave.
“Is there anything else you need, sir?” the waiter asked, bowing slightly.
Bai Tang’s eyes darted nervously around the menu, unable to decide what to order instead.
Afraid that Wen Changhe would hang up and discover he’d changed his drink, he panicked and pointed to a cocktail with the word tea in its name.
“No soft drink—just a Long Island Iced Tea, please~”
“Alright, please wait a moment.” The waiter smiled and walked back to the bar with Bai Tang’s order.
Author’s Note :
Naïve Tang Tang… did he really think Long Island Iced Tea was just tea? (doge emoji)