One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Returning to his bed, Yun Tianyou nestled in his blanket and lifted the small yet intricate photo frame from the night table. The photo was taken when he was with his mommy at the amusement park a few days ago!

He pressed the frame firmly onto his chest and quietly went to sleep.

The next morning.

After Yun Shishi woke up and washed herself, she headed to the dining room and saw that her son had already laid out breakfast on the table. Yun Yecheng quickly greeted her. “Shishi, good morning!”

“Dad, Youyou, good morning!”

“Mommy, hurry up and have your breakfast.” The little lad pulled out a chair for her and, with a gentleman’s bow, invited her to sit down.

She laughed at his antics as she occupied the seat.

He walked over to her side and asked with a smile, “Mommy, did you have a good sleep last night?”

His question startled her. Recalling that kiss the night before, she answered as a blush came to her face, “Mm! I had a pleasant sleep!”

He grinned. “That’s great! Youyou had a nightmare though.”

“Hm?”

“It’s nothing! Dumb mommy, hurry with your breakfast! This is a sunny side up Youyou fried with love for you!” With that said, he placed a plate before her. In it was the fried egg in the shape of a heart he had made with care.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Dumb mommy, what’s the time now? I have to go report to the kindergarten!” He dissed her.

Once he recalled those chattering and prancing imps he had to face at the kindergarten, distress could be seen written all over the little boy’s face.

Depressing. Absolutely depressing.

He felt that his IQ would plummet if he continued to study at that kindergarten for a few more years.

Yun Yecheng said, “Shishi, hurry up and go to work after finishing your breakfast! I’ll send Youyou to the kindergarten!”

“Mm! Be careful on your way there.”

Her father, thus, left with her son.

A few days back, she bought a car for Yun Yecheng. He had not driven a car for years after his company’s bankruptcy. Still, he tried getting used to driving the car, and within a few days, he was more or less running it smoothly.

As the vehicle exited the entrance to the house, a black limousine followed it closely.

After that incident at the theme park, Li Hanlin specially arranged for bodyguards to protect Youyou twenty-four seven.

Back in the house, once Yun Shishi was done with breakfast, she hurried to leave as well.

In the company, Lin Fengtian sat in his office with a few assistant directors standing at one side of the room; they were trembling in fear and breaking out into a cold sweat.

Qin Zhou sat on the sofa and filed his nails indifferently.

At this moment, the spacious office was shrouded in a frigid air.

“How do we film?! How do we film this?!” Lin Fengtian slammed his large palms on the surface of the table. On the table was an injunction order issued to him.

An impressive list of rules regarding Yun Shishi’s scenes was printed on it.

No kissing scenes.

No bed scenes.

No hugging scenes.

No holding hands scenes.

Skimming through the list, he nearly spluttered up blood from his rage!

These edicts were especially issued by Mu Yazhe. Still, among all those listed down, just those four mentioned above were enough for this director to go crazy.

“How do we film this?! HOW! Is Mr. Mu out of his mind?!”

When he held this injunction order to Mu Yazhe and tried to reason with him in every possible way, the latter simply said indifferently, “Film it or scram.”

“Shh!” Qin Zhou attempted to calm him down. “Director Lin, calm down! You’re in Mr. Mu’s territory, yet you dare say that about him?”

Lin Fengtian felt as if he was going to have a stroke.

No form of intimacy was allowed during the shooting. Was one to find a stand-in for a relationship?

Was this still considered as filming a movie?