When Su Qinglan finally reached the treehouse, the familiar scent of home washed over her, melting away the stress of the day.
As she stepped inside, she found a surprisingly harmonious atmosphere. Hu Yan, Han Jue, and Rong Ye all stood up immediately to greet her.
Each of them took turns kissing her cheeks, making her feel warm and cherished.
Seeing her husbands getting along so well made Su Qinglan’s heart feel full. She took a deep breath, catching a delicious aroma in the air.
"It smells amazing in here! What are you cooking?" she asked with a bright smile.
Hu Yan smiled back, his expression gentle. "Lan Lan, it’s your favorite...hand-pulled noodles with savory broth."
Su Qinglan’s eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, that’s perfect! I am so hungry; I feel like I could eat three bowls," she said, walking further into the house.
As she moved, the little tiger cub Xiao Er scrambled over to her feet. He rubbed his soft, fuzzy head against her ankles, purring loudly.
Su Qinglan bent down and scooped him up, cuddling him close to her face. "Did my good boy drink his milk? Do you want to try some noodles with Mommy?" she asked in a cooing voice.
Xiao Er let out a happy "A-woo!" sound, wagging his tiny tail as if he understood and agreed with every word she said.
But as she looked around the room, she noticed a missing member of the family.
"Where is Xiao Yi?" she asked, looking at her husbands.
All three men let out a simultaneous, heavy sigh. Hu Yan pointed a finger toward the far corner of the room.
"He’s over there... ’drinking’ his milk," he said, though his tone suggested something was wrong.
Su Qinglan walked toward the corner and stopped. There, sitting all by himself, was a very round, very grumpy tiger cub.
Xiao Yi was sitting with his back hunched, aggressively chewing and sucking on his bottle nipple.
The moment he sensed Su Qinglan’s gaze on him, he let out a tiny huff and shifted his body so his back was turned completely toward her.
He was clearly throwing a massive tantrum. He looked like a small, fuzzy ball of fury, refusing to acknowledge anyone.
Su Qinglan was stunned. She looked back at her husbands, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "What happened? Why is he acting like he’s been wronged by the whole world?"
Rong Ye rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit guilty. "Well, let’s just say he didn’t appreciate the ’lesson’ we gave him about taking snacks from strange lions. He thinks we’re being unfair because we took away the rest of his red fish."
Su Qinglan looked back at the sulking cub. Xiao Yi gave one more loud, stubborn suck on his bottle and let out a muffled growl, still refusing to turn around.
Su Qinglan couldn’t bear to see her little cub so miserable. She walked over to the corner and sat on the floor, gently reaching out to stroke the back of Xiao Yi’s fuzzy neck.
"My little Xiao Yi, why are you so sad?" she whispered in her softest voice. "Mommy is back. Won’t you look at me?"
At first, the cub stayed stiff, still chewing his bottle nipple with a vengeance. But after a few more pets and some sweet words, his resolve finally crumbled.
He dropped the bottle, turned around, and burst into loud, dramatic tears. He crawled into her lap, wailing as if he had been through a great tragedy.
Then, to Su Qinglan’s absolute shock, he turned his body around and pointedly showed her his red bottom.
Su Qinglan froze. She looked at the slightly red fur on his rear and then looked up at her husbands with a stunned expression. "What is this?" she demanded.
The moment her eyes met theirs, Hu Yan and Rong Ye acted like they had just remembered a life-or-death emergency.


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