The black Maybach glided through Beijing's rain-soaked streets, tires whispering against wet asphalt. Inside the backseat, Wang Lin hadn't moved an inch since the university gate. He remained curled tightly in Wang Xiaoyun's lap, face still buried between her breasts, arms locked around her slim waist like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
Xiaoyun held him without complaint. One arm stayed wrapped protectively around his shoulders, fingers gently stroking the back of his head through his damp black hair. The other hand rested on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over his hoodie. Every few seconds she pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head — automatic, instinctive, like breathing.
"Still shaking, baby?" she asked quietly, voice low and velvety.
Wang Lin nodded against her chest, the motion small and muffled. His voice came out tiny, barely audible over the hum of the car. "Too many people… too many flashes…"
Xiaoyun's jaw tightened for a split second — a flash of cold fury she never let him see. She kissed his hair again, longer this time. "They won't touch you. Mom's here."
The car turned into the underground garage of their luxury high-rise in Yunjing District. The driver — one of Lotus Media's silent, professional bodyguards — opened the door without a word.
Xiaoyun shifted, ready to carry him, but Wang Lin clung even tighter.
"No… don't let go yet," he whispered, voice trembling. "Please."
She smiled softly — the kind of smile that could bankrupt companies and melt glaciers in the same breath. "Never, sweetheart."
She slid out of the car gracefully, Wang Lin still attached like a baby koala. His legs dangled, but she supported his thighs with one arm, the other around his back, holding him securely against her chest as she walked toward the private elevator.
The security guards at the entrance bowed slightly, eyes respectfully averted. No one stared. No one dared.
Inside the elevator, Wang Lin finally lifted his head just enough to peek up at her. His long lashes were clumped with rain and tears, violet eyes shimmering.
"Mom… thank you for coming today."
Xiaoyun leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. "Always, baby. You never have to face those vultures alone."
The elevator dinged on the 18th floor.
The door opened — and Wang Xingci was already leaning against the apartment entrance, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, smirking like she'd been waiting to tease him for hours.
"Well well," she drawled, eyes raking over the sight of Wang Lin still clinging to Xiaoyun like a lifeline. "Got mobbed again, huh?"
Wang Lin's cheeks instantly turned pink. He peeked out from Xiaoyun's chest just enough to see her, then reached one arm toward Xingci — still refusing to fully let go of Mom.
Xingci laughed — bright and warm — and stepped forward. "C'mere. Auntie's turn."
She plucked him right out of Xiaoyun's arms like he weighed nothing, flipping him onto her back in one smooth piggyback motion. His legs dangled over her hips, arms automatically looping around her neck.
"Alright! Now hold on tight," she said, grinning over her shoulder. "Auntie's gonna carry you all the way to the couch."
Wang Lin obediently wrapped his legs around her waist for stability, cheek pressed against her shoulder. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her familiar scent — leather, citrus, and something faintly smoky.
Xiaoyun walked beside them, one hand resting gently on Wang Lin's back as they entered the apartment.
Inside, the space was warm and luxurious — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering lights of Chaoyang, cream-colored sofas, soft ambient lighting. It smelled like roses and fresh laundry — Xiaoyun's favorite scents.
Xingci carried Wang Lin straight to the largest couch and sat down — him still on her back, now more like a front hug as she leaned back. His face automatically found its favorite spot: right between her breasts, arms hugging her waist, legs still wrapped around her.
He sighed deeply, the tension in his small body finally melting away.
"Rough day?" Xingci asked, voice softer now, fingers carding through his damp black hair.
Wang Lin nodded, voice muffled against her sweater. "Too many people… they kept taking pictures… laughing at me…"
Xingci snorted lightly. "They're idiots. Look at you — all soft and shy and perfect. Of course they're obsessed."
Wang Lin whimpered, hiding deeper.
Xiaoyun sat beside them, pulling Wang Lin's legs across her lap so he was half on Xingci, half on her. She slipped off his soaked sneakers and started massaging his cold feet gently.
"They're jealous," she said calmly. "You're too beautiful. They can look, but they can never have what we have."
Wang Lin peeked out just enough to look at her. "I don't want anyone else… just you two…"
Xingci grinned, tilting his chin up so he had to meet her eyes. "Aww, only two? Auntie feels left out already~ You're stuck with me too."
Wang Lin's cheeks flushed pinker. "Never forget Auntie…"
Xiaoyun leaned in and kissed his temple. "Good boy."
They stayed like that for a long time — Wang Lin sandwiched between them, face buried in Xingci's chest, legs draped over Xiaoyun's lap, their hands stroking his back, hair, arms. The city lights glittered outside the window, but inside, the world was small, warm, and safe.
After a while, Wang Lin's breathing evened out. He was still awake, just… floating in their warmth.
Xiaoyun spoke quietly. "You don't have to go to those events anymore if you don't want to. I can send someone else."
Wang Lin shook his head against Xingci's chest. "I… I want to show my drawings. I just… hate the people part."
Xingci kissed the top of his head. "Then next time, Auntie will carry you the whole way. No one gets close."
Xiaoyun smiled. "And Mom will handle the rest."
Wang Lin nodded, nuzzling deeper. "Okay…"
They let him drift like that — safe, loved, completely surrounded.
Eventually, Xiaoyun stood, lifting Wang Lin's legs so Xingci could carry him bridal-style to his bedroom.
He didn't protest — just wrapped his arms around Xingci's neck, face finding her shoulder again.
In his room, Xingci laid him on the bed. Xiaoyun pulled the covers up, tucking him in.
"Sleep, baby," Xiaoyun whispered, kissing his forehead.
Wang Lin reached out sleepily, grabbing both their hands. "Stay… a little longer?"
Xingci grinned. "Always."
They sat on either side of the bed, holding his hands until his breathing deepened into true sleep.
Xiaoyun looked at Xingci over his sleeping form.
"Our cute little angel," she said softly.
Xingci squeezed his hand. "Yeah… ours."
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, Wang Lin slept soundly — safe between the two women who would burn the world down before letting anyone hurt him.