Tang Chen accidentally glanced at the timestamp and immediately fell into thought.
“Huh…?”
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Why was his brother calling Yin Chen in the middle of the night?
Zong Cheng’s fingers hesitated for a few seconds before he pressed the dial button.
The call was answered almost instantly.
“President Zong?”
Yin Chen’s voice carried a note of curiosity.
Zong Cheng cleared his throat, bearing his cousin’s face pressed against his forehead—a look that screamed, “Zong Ge is amazing! He actually knows someone like President Yin!”
“It’s like this,” he began. “I wanted to ask President Yin about something. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
Yin Chen chuckled over the line.
“If I were disturbed, I wouldn’t have picked up. Go ahead—what’s so important that Zong Ge personally calls me?”
Tang Chen’s eyes lit up.
Wow, Zong Ge really seems familiar with President Yin! From their tone, it even sounds like they get along well.
Zong Cheng, expressionless, pushed his little cousin’s head down to hide his excitement.
“It’s nothing serious. I just heard President Yin has an interest in esports and has made some investments. I have a young cousin who received an offer from a team. He’s a bit inexperienced, so I came to ask for guidance.”
As he spoke, he firmly pressed Tang Chen’s head down.
“I’m not inexperienced!”
Tang Chen was shocked.
Tang Chen was indignant.
Clearly, it’s Zong Ge himself who doesn’t trust me…
…Well, okay, he’s not entirely wrong.
“I see,” Yin Chen said with a smile.
“That’s correct—I’ve made a small investment recently.”
“A small investment?”
Tang Chen mouthed the words, stunned. “I heard President Yin invested 100 million!”
For Yin Chen, that’s really just pocket change.
Zong Cheng instinctively thought, this sum is probably just spare money for him.
But… he was a little surprised.
“I didn’t expect President Yin to have an interest in this area,” he blurted.
“I thought you preferred more… refined entertainment?”
Immediately, he remembered the Happy Fatty Soda that Yin Chen always ordered at dinners.
Zong Cheng slowly shut his mouth.
He had spoken incorrectly.
This kind of entertainment investment clearly aligns with Yin Chen’s tastes.
“Hmm?”
Yin Chen sounded curious.
“As a young person, liking games isn’t unusual, is it?”
“Did you expect me to prefer golf or snooker, middle-aged hobbies?”
Middle-aged hobbies?
Zong Cheng opened his mouth, then quickly corrected himself.
“No, President Yin, you misunderstood. I personally also enjoy gaming. My PUBG account is already at Ace this season.”
?
Tang Chen was wide-eyed.
Wait… Zong Ge plays PUBG too?
Then why does he always scold me during family gatherings for playing games?
Could it be… a double standard?
“President Zong plays too? How good are you?”
Yin Chen suddenly became interested.
Ah, not particularly skilled? Perfect for pairing with a beginner like him!
Tang Chen looked on, confused.
Zong Cheng froze. This was completely different from what he expected.
Shouldn’t Yin Chen have dismissed him for being bad at the game, refusing to play together?
Why did he sound so enthusiastic instead?
Two inexperienced gamers have no future together!
“President Yin, the team’s manager asked to meet you. Do you have time to see them now?”
Ah Mao knocked lightly and peeked in, realizing Yin Chen was on the phone, and immediately closed the door.
Yin Chen glanced at him, signaling it was fine.
“President Zong, then it’s settled. I’ll join you for a game later when I have time. I have something to handle now.”
Gaming is important, but making money is equally important.
Only with money can he continue investing in fun things.
Yin Chen closed the investment plan, ready to spend on happiness.
Novels are wonderful things!
He had no idea spending money could bring such joy.
So all that money he earns… what’s it for?
Wait a moment!
Before Zong Cheng could react, the call ended.
He was dumbstruck.
Confused.
“Zong Ge?”
Tang Chen nudged him. “Are you okay?”
Zong Cheng slowly turned his head and rubbed his brow.
“I’m fine.”
…Probably.
It’s just playing a game together, shouldn’t be a problem… right?
He hesitated.
“Then Zong Ge, I’m going to sign with their team!”
Tang Chen was excited.
“Sign then.”
Seeing him so happy, Zong Cheng just let him go.
Tang Chen agreed with a grin, then suddenly remembered.
“Ah, Zong Ge, are you and President Yin friends?”
Zong Cheng lowered his gaze.
“Why do you ask? We’re just business partners, don’t overthink it.”
“Ah…”
Tang Chen’s face froze.
He blurted out: “Then why were you calling President Yin in the middle of the night?”
Zong Cheng stared at him blankly.
“You’re talking nonsense,”
Tang Chen mumbled quietly.
“I am not talking nonsense! I just saw it with my own eyes!”
Zong Cheng frowned. “Stop talking nonsense.”
There was no way he had called Yin Chen in the middle of the night!
As he spoke, he reached for his phone. “When did I ever make a call in the middle of the night…”
His words caught in his throat as his eyes went wide, as if he’d seen a ghost.
And in a way, it was like seeing a ghost.
On the call log, there it was—a call record at three-something in the morning.
“See, Zong Ge! I told you, didn’t I? Right?”
Tang Chen’s face lit up with the smug satisfaction of “I told you so!”
He knew it! Esports players have eagle eyes!
“…Shut up,” Zong Cheng muttered, already numb.
If only he hadn’t drunk so much…
No, no!
He shouldn’t have gone to that dinner!
Or just politely declined Yin Chen’s kindness and avoided putting on that sweater!
His mind pounded wildly against the wall. He glanced at his phone.
Off.
Into his pocket.
Pretend this never happened.
He still knows nothing!
“Zong Ge?”
Tang Chen’s voice floated, dazed by the smoothness of Zong Cheng’s motions.
What exactly is my brother doing?
Zong Cheng expressionless:
“You’re a kid. Don’t pry into things you don’t need to know. You saw nothing, got it?”
“But…!”
Tang Chen suddenly fell silent.
He looked up at his 1.9-meter-tall brother and suddenly realized—Zong Ge was actually pretty manly and handsome!
Looking at him… isn’t he like… a top-tier figure in the circle?
Whoa—!
Tang Chen sucked in a breath.
Crap!
He might have just discovered a secret about Zong Ge!
Would Zong Ge… silence him?!
With this complicated thought in mind, when Tang Chen went to the pet store to find Lin Yuhan, he completely forgot the aloof landlord persona he had been putting on to avoid getting pushed around.
The moment he spoke, half of it slipped out.
“Lin Yuhan, you can move back in now!”
Lin Yuhan froze.
Who are you?
Where’s my aloof landlord?
His gaze was too obvious, and Tang Chen realized this, scratching his nose.
“…Well, I was just pretending to be quiet and superior before, you know?”
…
For 800 bucks, though.
Lin Yuhan immediately covered his eyes.
Speaking of which…
“Has your landlord issue been resolved?”
Seeing Tang Chen so cooperative, he happily nodded.
“Yes, that’s why I came to see you.”
“I thought it was some crazed fan, a stalker or peeping Tom… but it wasn’t.”
He carefully glanced at Lin Yuhan.
“The person who came looking for someone… seems like your boyfriend?”
Dongfang Wan?!
Lin Yuhan felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to ask if the other was okay, he met those sparkling eyes.
“…Landlord?”
“Hehe, so… are you one too?”
Tang Chen scooted closer and whispered.
“One what?”
Lin Yuhan didn’t understand.
Tang Chen made a circular gesture with his hand, then pointed a finger, winking at him.
“Girl squad!”
Ah, what?
Lin Yuhan wanted to deny it, but then he thought, maybe… probably?
“…I guess?”
After all, he had liked Dongfang Wan before, right?
Lin Yuhan was confused.
“Fate!”
Tang Chen immediately clapped him on the shoulder in excitement. “I knew it! When I saw you that day, you were so cute, you just felt like one of us!”
“Luckily I was wise and kept you! We can be companions! How about we do some butt masks together and go for a spa?”
Butt… mask?
S… spa?
Lin Yuhan stammered and couldn’t form a single word.
He understood each word, but together… he didn’t get it at all!
Tang Chen looked at him, shocked.
“What? You haven’t used a butt mask? Spa? Hydration? Skin care? Your little-zero self-cultivation?”
None! Of! It!
Lin Yuhan felt embarrassed under this soul-questioning.
He… he still has time to deny it?
Being a little-zero is so… meticulous?
But, but he and Dongfang Wan are only platonic!
Nothing even happened…
No no no! Stop thinking about the wrong stuff, Lin Yuhan!
Tang Chen, seeing his expression, patted him seriously on the shoulder.
“You can’t do it like this. The circle is full of unreliable people. If you don’t take care of your skin and body, how can you win the hearts of the best girls? You need to learn, you need to learn!”
Lin Yuhan, ashamed.
Lin Yuhan, embarrassed.
Lin Yuhan couldn’t speak.