After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration] - Chap 113
After Playing the Fool And Marrying the Blind Villain – Extra Seven
At the Imperial Capital private horse riding stable.
Pei Yi was sitting on his pony in uniform, but his eyes kept shooting toward the entrance outside the racecourse.
Zong Baiyan, who was standing by to accompany him, saw through his child’s small thoughts and couldn’t help but remind him, “Xiao Yi, concentrate on riding and sit up properly.”
Pei Yi automatically straightened his back and tightened his grip on the reins. “Father Yan, why hasn’t Er-ge come yet?”
They originally had staggered riding times, but after becoming “friends,” and with Pei Yi’s persuasion, Bo Yueming finally agreed to change his time to every Saturday.
Now, Pei Yi had been training for half an hour without seeing Bo Yueming, and was impatient.
Bo Yueming replied, “Maybe he had something to do and couldn’t come. You finish this lap independently first. If you perform well, Father Yan will call later and ask.”
Hearing this promise, Pei Yi immediately nodded in agreement.
He rode his pony at a trot. Before Zong Baiyan could fulfill his promise, Bo Yueming arrived belatedly and ran into the racecourse on his own black horse, Adrien.
“Er-ge!”
Pei Yi was happy at once.
Bo Yueming approached and greeted Zong Baiyan politely. “Hello, Uncle Yan.”
Zong Baiyan nodded, and before he could respond, Pei Yi quickly made his presence known. “Er-ge, why are you here so late, ah? I’ve ridden several times.”
Bo Yueming replied, “There was trading simulation training at one o’clock this afternoon. I came over right after.”
Pei Yi nodded in understanding. “Oh.”
Bo Yueming didn’t waste any time. “I’ll take Adrien to warm up first.”
Pei Yi immediately raised his hand and said, “Me too, me too. I can ride and trot.”
Zong Baiyan was anxious. “Xiao Yi, you can’t match Yueming’s speed. Don’t make trouble.”
“……”
When Pei Yi heard this denial, a hint of unhappiness flashed across his face.
Bo Yueming noticed this at once and only said, “It’s fine. I’ll ride slower and see how his training is progressing as we go.”
Having said this, he turned the horse’s head and began to canter around the field.
Pei Yi could tell that Bo Yueming was intentionally waiting for him, and his eyes became more and more pleading. “Father Yan.”
Ever since he was injured while secretly riding horseback before, he didn’t dare to go beyond the instructions of Zong Baiyan and Coach Gao.
Seeing Bo Yueming’s slowed down riding speed, Zong Baiyan also wanted to cultivate Pei Yi’s ability and confidence, so he nodded after some hesitation.
“Go ahead, ba. But you can’t speed up rashly, got it?”
“En!”
Pei Yi received Zong Baiyan’s consent and responded at an appropriate volume, then rode after Bo Yueming.
The two of them, one big and one small, rode around the big circle of the racecourse three times, and then saw Zong Baiyan leading his beloved horse out.
Pei Yi got off his pony with Zong Baiyan’s help, and then heard the latter actively ask, “Xiao Yi, do you want me to take you riding on this horse?”
With Pei Yi’s current stature, he was unable to control a large horse independently, nor could he gallop. Every time, it was Zong Baiyan who took his child out to have fun.
In the past, Pei Yi would definitely nodded at once in agreement, but today he was surprisingly hesitant—
His eyes wandered between Zong Baiyan and Bo Yueming, and he finally asked with shy expectancy, “Father Yan, I want my Er-ge to take me riding! His Adrien is so good-looking!”
With that said, he ran to Adrien’s side and looked up at Bo Yueming above. “Er-ge, is that okay?”
“……”
Zong Baiyan was stuck. He clearly hadn’t expected to be ruthlessly abandoned by his own child.
He tactically cleared his throat, trying to regain his dignity as a parent. “Xiao Yi, ah, that won’t work.”
“Ah?”
Pei Yi’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he still retained a trace of expectation.
Sitting on his horse, Bo Yueming lowered his head to face him. When the words that should have been a rejection came to his lips, they came out as an offer. “Uncle Yan, let me help him try.”
When it came to technique, Bo Yueming was not necessarily worse than Zong Baiyan.
“It’s just one lap. I’ll take him to try it. Anyway, Adrien hasn’t had enough fun yet.”
Bo Yueming’s steady tone always gave people a sense of maturity and reliability. Zong Baiyan had initially wanted to refuse, but when he saw his child’s coquettish, pleading eyes, his heart suddenly softened.
“Then, then just run a lap, but be careful.”
With that said, he lifted Pei Yi and Bo Yueming accepted him.
Pei Yi sat in front of Bo Yueming. Although there was only a three-year age difference between them, the difference in height and body shape between the two was still obvious.
Zong Baiyan anxiously warned, “Xiao Yi, you still have to hold tight. Yueming, you shouldn’t speed up too much. Be a little more cautious.”
“All right.”
Bo Yueming half-embraced Pei Yi from behind and said in a low voice, “Are you sitting tight?”
Pei Yi sat firmly in Bo Yueming’s arms with great peace of mind. He wasn’t nervous at all, and even patted Adrien happily, saying, “Let’s go!”
Bo Yueming smiled unconsciously and urged the horse to run.
For safety reasons, he didn’t dare use his usual galloping speed, and slowed down a little. However, this was enough to excite Pei Yi, who could only trot on horseback.
“—Wow! Er-ge is amazing!”
The lone Zong Baiyan heard his child cheering on horseback and inexplicably felt a little disappointed.
He quickly mounted his Changfeng, took his cell phone out of his pocket, and took a short video of the two riding away, not forgetting to “accuse”—
“Rong-ge, look at your precious son. He’s forgotten his father now that he has a friend.”
“He has no use for this old father, ah.”
His WeChat message was replied to very quickly. “It’s rare for Xiao Yi to have a good friend. As a father, please don’t be sour. Whatever you want to eat tonight, I’ll make it for you when I finish my work here.”
Zong Baiyan replied, “Don’t do it tonight, you rest. I’ll take Xiao Yi and his friend to have a casual meal. Shall I bring you your favorite barbecued pork when I come back?”
“Okay.”
When Bo Yueming finished taking Pei Yi for a lap, Zong Baiyan was still immersed in the WeChat conversation with his lover.
Pei Yi realized that his father was distracted, and quickly urged, “Er-ge, hurry, hurry! Don’t let Father find out, let’s run another lap! Go faster!”
“……”
Bo Yueming hesitated for a moment, but decided to satisfy the curiosity of the kitten in his arms. “Are you having fun?”
Pei Yi nodded. “En! It’s fun!”
. . . . . . . .
In no time at all, it was five o’clock in the afternoon. Inside a high-end teashop—
Pei Yi ate spoonful after spoonful of the caramel pudding that had been served. Zong Baiyan sat next to him, while Bo Yueming and Uncle Kai had been invited to sit opposite.
Zong Baiyan filled a bowl with seafood, peeled shrimp and crab, and handed it to Pei Yi. “Xiao Yi, eat your meal first.”
“You’re almost at the bottom of your bowl of pudding. If your Father Rong finds out that you ate sweets before your meal, both of us, father and son, will suffer.”
“……”
Although Xu Rong was exceedingly gentle on a daily basis, he had very strict dietary requirements for the three staple meals. Pei Yi quickly stopped and pulled over the rice and cleanly peeled shrimp.
Bo Yueming stared at the seafood bowl that Zong Baiyan had procured, and couldn’t help but glance at the feasting Pei Yi.
The next second, the observant Uncle Kai asked, “Little Sir seems to like seafood and desserts?”
“Yes, ah.”
Zong Baiyan looked at Pei Yi and said, “Xiao Yi likes to eat all kinds of seafood, and can’t get enough of it.”
“Our family member who adores him always has to prepare it and feed it to him. He’s so spoiled, we’ve made you laugh.”
Zong Baiyan couldn’t bear to see his lover work hard, so in the end, the task of peeling the shrimp every time they ate became his.
Pei Yi’s cheeks bulged with food, and he corrected, “Father Yan, I’m not spoiled.”
Zong Biayan smiled at him. “Eat properly, don’t choke.”
Pei Yi had no choice but to shift his gaze to Bo Yueming, who was watching him.
Their eyes met, and Pei Yi took another bite of rice in a well-behaved manner.
For some reason, Bo Yueming felt that the way Pei Yi ate was like a greedy little cat. This, this was rather cute.
Most of the meal was spent with Zong Baiyan and Uncle Kai conversing, but it was very pleasant.
When it was nearly over, Uncle Kai asked, “By the way, is Little Sir in the high school affiliated with Imperial Capital University?”
Zong Baiyan nodded. “The new semester is about to begin. His father and I are considering hiring a tutor for him to help him with his homework on weekends and preview his work in advance.”
Pei Yi’s academic foundation was a bit poor when he was in the orphanage a few years ago, but fortunately, he was quite intelligent. After working hard during his first two years of adoption, he was able to keep up with the progress of his peers.
However, Zong Baiyana and Xu Rong still feared that his foundation was weak, so they thought of asking a tutor to help supervise him.
Pei Yi put his spoon in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the untouched pudding on Bo Yueming’s side of the table. He muttered, “I can do well without a tutor.”
He had asked his classmates. The hourly fee for weekend tutoring was very expensive. He wasn’t a bad student, so there was no need to waste the money.
If he encountered an occasional question he couldn’t understand, Father Rong and Father Yan could instruct him.
Zong Baiyan still attached great importance to Pei Yi’s study problems, and uncommonly asked Uncle Kai and Bo Yueming for advice. “By the way, I remember that Yueming is a student at the Imperial Capital High School, right?”
Bo Yueming nodded, and handed his share of pudding to Pei Yi with seeming casualness.
Pei Yi’s eyes brightened at once. “Thank you, Er-ge!”
Bo Yueming looked at Pei Yi, and a subtle thought suddenly emerged in his heart. “Uncle Yan, at this age, Pei Yi doesn’t need to have so much pressure put on him to study. If you’re okay with it, I can supervise him to do his homework every weekend.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the perpetually calm Uncle Kai showed some surprise.
It should be known that their family’s Second Young Master had been solitary since he was a child.
The matter of “making friends” with Pei Yi was largely based on the other party’s efforts, but it was different now—
It was Bo Yueming who offered to help with his homework! This was just like the sun rising in the west!
At the same time, Zong Baiyan also fell into a brief moment of silent contemplation.
He had heard of Bo Yueming’s academic excellence, but the issue of studying was not a big or small matter. No matter what, the other party was still a young master of the Bo family, so it was a bit inappropriate.
Zong Baiyan had his own considerations. Just as he was about to refuse, his own child beat him to it—
Pei Yi, who had always hated the idea of being urged to do homework with a tutor, actually took the opportunity to comply.
“Okay! I agree!”
