After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life-Chapter 902 - 891: Sing Me a Song

The music in the room was still playing, and someone was still singing at the front. Bi Xia had a slight smile in his starry eyes, crossing his arms with his legs resting on the stone table in front, the other leg crossed over.

"Ahhh!!!" Whenever someone finished singing, regardless of their performance, a wildly supportive scream would always echo in his ear.

Bi Xia chuckled, pulling Bi Xiaoyuan over and placing him on his lap, sitting him across his legs with his fingers tapping Bi Xiaoyuan’s forehead, "So happy?"

"It sounds great!" Bi Xiaoyuan clapped, his big eyes sparkling with a starlight similar to that in Bi Xia’s eyes, "Brother, they all sing super well!"

"Oh?" Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, picking up the microphone next to him and pointing it at Bi Xiaoyuan, "Do they sing better than your brother?"

Without a second thought, Bi Xiaoyuan spoke directly into the microphone, "Brother’s singing is the best!"

The voice boomed through the microphone and echoed in the room, making Chu Kuang, who was about to sing another song, pause and look at Bi Xia with tearful eyes, pretending to wipe away nonexistent tears, "I’m not singing anymore!"

Hearing Chu Kuang’s words, those who had planned to put in or share earbuds paused and instead retracted the earbuds they held.

Meng Chi accepted the microphone from Chu Kuang, gratefully addressing Little Bun and Bi Xia, "Boss, Xiaoyuan, thank you both for saving us!"

Bi Xia politely waved his hand, "No thanks, no thanks."

Chu Kuang: ...Why am I always the one who gets hurt! My tone-deafness takes after my dad, not my fault!

Chu Hansong working overtime: ...Why do I feel like I’m being mocked?

Hearing Meng Chi’s words, Bi Xiaoyuan bashfully buried himself in Bi Xia’s arms, holding him tightly, refusing to get up no matter how much the people around teased him.

Bi Xia indulgently slipped his somewhat cold hands through Bi Xiaoyuan’s collar, causing Bi Xiaoyuan to shiver violently, abruptly looking up at Bi Xiaoyuan, pouting his little lips, "Brother!"

"Oh, is Little Bun shy?" Bi Xia teased Little Bun, "Cold hands, does it feel comfortable?"

Once again burying himself in Bi Xia’s arms, in a muffled voice only Bi Xia could hear, "Mom said that brother’s cold hands mean bad health, not a good thing, so it doesn’t feel comfortable!"

No matter the season, Bi Xia’s hands and feet were always cold. It was an issue Xia Shi had brought up with Bi Xia in front of Bi Xiaoyuan several times, but Bi Xia never expected Bi Xiaoyuan to keep it in his heart.

Unable to resist, he bent down and kissed Bi Xiaoyuan’s hair top, "You..."

The several girls present watched the interaction between Bi Xia and Bi Xiaoyuan, unable to help but scream. Really, it almost makes them want to have a son!!!

"Don’t even think about it," Ye Xiao looked at Cheng Xin’er with starry eyes, "If you have a son with Zhao Ze right now, I guarantee your dad would make sure you never see Zhao Ze’s body that day."

Zhao Ze: ...

Cheng Xin’er: ...

With a light cough, Cheng Xin’er patted Zhao Ze’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, dear, I won’t make it hard on you to have a son."

Zhao Ze: ...Why does that sound off?

Cheng Xin’er seriously took out her phone, opened WeChat, and started tapping on it. After a while, she turned to Zhao Ze, "I’ve given this great responsibility to my parents. Even if we can’t have a son now, let’s see if they can practice with a little brother first!"

Zhao Ze: ...

Mourning in advance for Cheng Xin’er’s future younger brother...

It was unclear how long they had been singing for, but Zhao Wenxin and the others sang with increasing enthusiasm. At that moment, Bi Xia suddenly realized that Little Bun, who had previously been lying against him, had stopped moving. Looking down, he saw Little Bun struggling to keep his eyes open, yawning lazily, appearing both sleepy and pitiful.

A bit amused by Bi Xiaoyuan’s ability to get sleepy in such a noisy environment, Bi Xia gently shrugged off and removed the denim vest he was wearing, draping it over Bi Xiaoyuan, and lifted him up, gesturing to Meng Chi and the others that he was leaving.

Meng Chi approached Bi Xia and looked at Bi Xiaoyuan, "Is he sleepy?"

Bi Xia nodded, "It’s ten o’clock. Normally, this little bun would already be in bed."

"Let me take you home then."

"No need, just stay here and have fun."

Meng Chi patted Bi Xiaoyuan’s little head, "Alright then, Boss, take care on the way back. I’ll watch over them."

"Mm," Bi Xia responded, "You guys should head back early too. Call me if anything comes up."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Bi Xia drove home, opened the door, and looked at the shiny but empty house and the excited Bi Xiaohai running over to him. Bi Xia narrowed his eyes, swapped his shoes, and carried Bi Xiaoyuan to his room.

After changing Bi Xiaoyuan into his pajamas and tucking him into bed, Bi Xia suddenly felt a small hand grabbing his foot. Lifting his starry eyes, he looked at the little hand clutching him and then at Bi Xiaoyuan, who was half awake, half-asleep.

He heard Little Bun mumbling in a muffled voice, "Brother, you promised to sing me a song as a gift..."

Surprised, Bi Xia gently patted Bi Xiaoyuan’s little head and softly said, "Of course."