Explosive!
It was simply too explosive!
The onlookers screamed silently in their hearts!
A newly created gossip group immediately sprang to life and began devouring the drama.
“Explosive! Too explosive! Should I scream first or crawl into a chicken coop? Honestly, I am good with either!”
“Ahhhhh! Oh my God! I was already wondering whether President Zong and President Yin were a thing! I told you, the guy President Yin brought that day had pectorals exactly the same size as President Zong’s!”
?
The group chat froze.
“You are not okay.”
“You are seriously not okay.”
“Were you one of the contributors to that trending topic?”
“Where can I learn this technique of identifying people by their pecs? I am willing to pay tuition!”
“What? You did not recognize him? With that build? Those pecs? Who else could it be besides President Zong?”
“When you put it that way… yeah. With President Zong’s status and height, he is one in ten thousand.”
“Ten thousand? You would be lucky to find one in a hundred thousand. By the way, can someone gossip about when exactly these two got together? I feel like after the New Year, everything suddenly hit fast-forward.”
“What are you talking about? They basically made it official at the annual party!”
“Oh? Then at this pace… is President Yin planning to propose today?”
The gossip group fell into stunned silence.
Then the chat exploded.
“Oh my God? I want to see that! Please tell me he is proposing at the entrance. Please!”
“Me too…”
“Me too… (even though I know it is impossible)”
“If all the sisters want it, then this little sister wants it too!”
“Then this big brother also—”
“And this little brother—?”
All of you, please pick your dignity back up first.
And it is still working hours.
Assistant Zhong glanced at the gossip group a few times and finally could not take it anymore.
Besides, the crowd gathered outside was far too obvious.
He started dispersing people.
The onlookers stared at him in shock.
They had just started enjoying the drama, and he was kicking them out?
Was that reasonable?
Not only reasonable—completely reasonable!
If he did not drive them away, President Zong might end up getting married, having children, growing old, and finishing his entire life right there in the lobby today.
Assistant Zhong remained expressionless and continued ushering people away.
As if.
They might not care about their bonuses, but he did.
And gossip about President Yin? They dared?
Did they not know who President Yin was?
The melon-eating crowd was ruthlessly dispersed, while Zong Cheng remained stuck in a daze of Who am I? Where am I? What blessed day is this?
It took him quite a while to process it.
Yin Chen had said today was Valentine’s Day?
Zong Cheng hurriedly pulled out his phone.
February 14.
He silently sucked in a cold breath.
When he looked at Yin Chen again, there was a trace of guilt in his eyes.
“I… I forgot…”
He had actually forgotten Valentine’s Day.
Zong Cheng felt suffocated.
So how exactly had he managed to have a boyfriend as wonderful as Yin Chen?
Was it because Yin Chen was blind?
…Well.
Yin Chen had no idea what was going through Zong Cheng’s mind.
But he had a feeling he should make him stop overthinking immediately.
Speaking of which—
Yin Chen glanced at the bouquet in his arms.
Was it not bright enough?
Was it not eye-catching enough?
Was Zong Cheng not going to come over and take it from his boyfriend’s hands?
“If you do not come take it soon, my arms are going to get sore.”
His tone was intimate, faintly teasing.
He was genuinely tired.
Nine hundred ninety-nine roses were not light.
“Ah!”
Zong Cheng jolted awake.
Yin Chen had brought him flowers!
He moved to take the bouquet—but Yin Chen suddenly shifted, and instead of roses, Zong Cheng caught him in his arms.
A warm body pressed against him, carrying that familiar fragrance.
The expected bouquet turned into Yin Chen throwing himself at him. Zong Cheng froze for a split second.
He instinctively reached to wrap an arm around Yin Chen’s waist.
Then his arms were suddenly empty again.
And a huge bouquet was stuffed into them.
Zong Cheng held it reflexively.
Then he went blank.
Where was his boyfriend?
The boyfriend who had just been in his arms—where did he go?
Stunned.
Truly stunned.
As expected of his boyfriend.
Absolutely number one in being adorably clueless.
Yin Chen’s smile deepened.
“I postponed the meeting. You are not busy this afternoon, right?”
He leaned closer, blinking, a little regretful.
He had kind of wanted to take a picture.
But he would spare his boyfriend’s dignity.
Zong Cheng looked at the roses in his arms, then at his meticulously dressed boyfriend.
He nodded firmly.
“Not busy.”
Assistant Zhong hid in a corner.
He wanted to speak. He held back. He wanted to speak again.
In the end, he gave up.
He would just help reschedule President Zong’s afternoon work.
Not for any other reason.
Mainly because, with President Zong’s emotional intelligence, managing to become President Yin’s boyfriend was already no small miracle.
Best to cherish it.
Holding the roses, Zong Cheng followed Yin Chen out.
Only then did he realize just how conspicuous the bouquet was.
By the time they reached the parking lot, at least a dozen people had secretly taken photos.
At first, Zong Cheng felt a faint sense of pride.
Until he passed a mirrored glass wall.
In the reflection, Yin Chen looked youthful and vibrant, clearly dressed up with care.
And him?
Zong Cheng stared at his own reflection—face stiff and serious, dressed in a dark suit like he was heading into a board meeting.
He stiffened.
He began to petrify.
He nearly suffocated—how could he have forgotten Valentine’s Day?
Yin Chen glanced sideways at him.
He watched as confusion spread across Zong Cheng’s handsome face before settling into a blank expression.
An eyebrow lifted.
What was this about now?
After observing a while, he noticed Zong Cheng repeatedly seeking out reflective surfaces.
Hmm?
Yin Chen looked at Zong Cheng’s suit, then at his own outfit, carefully styled earlier by Ali.
Slowly, realization dawned.
So that was it?
He quickened his pace.
Just as Zong Cheng got into the car, his phone rang.
It was Madam Tang.
He was about to answer, but the garage signal was terrible. The call dropped.
He went silent.
Ah—he had been about to ask Madam Tang for help!
He turned his head and met Yin Chen’s smiling eyes.
“I—I need to use the restroom!”
He bolted.
Yin Chen propped his chin on his hand, smiling even wider.
If he told Zong Cheng when he came back that there was a set of matching couple outfits Ali had specially chosen for him in the trunk… what kind of expression would he make?
Truly something to look forward to.
???
Madam Tang sat in front of the television, holding a book, staring in disbelief at her phone on speaker.
What was going on?
That little brat dared hang up on her?
She called again.
No answer.
Again.
Still nothing.
What was happening?
After some thought, she hesitated.
Had Zong Cheng already taken Yin Chen out?
Could he really have remembered Valentine’s Day?
If he did, that would be good…
After deliberating, she sent a message.
“Valentine’s Day today. Did you make arrangements?”
Five minutes passed.
No response.
Madam Tang grew anxious.
It was broad daylight—surely they were not already at a point where replying was impossible?
Or had that idiot son of hers completely forgotten?
Maybe he was in a meeting without his phone?
That would not do.
She quickly sent several more messages.
Then she called Tang Chen.
Tang Chen was in training, completely baffled when he saw his mother’s call.
He accepted in-game, tossing a grenade as he urged, “Mom, if you have something to say, hurry up! I am training!”
That meant she had to hurry.
“Do you have President Yin’s contact? Or do you know if he is busy today?”
Tang Chen threw another grenade, confused. “How would I have it? I do not know! Why do you not ask Brother Zong?”
Zhang Taining suddenly shouted, “Idiot! Your grenade burned me!”
Tang Chen shot back automatically, “Swearing means a fine.”
Only then did he realize—the enemy team was already wiped out.
He quickly hung up. “I have to go, Mom! I am training! Go ask Brother Zong!”
If she could reach him, would she be asking you?
Madam Tang stared at her phone, frustrated.
After thinking it over, she snapped a picture of her carefully prepared notes and sent them to Zong Cheng.
He would check his phone eventually.
He had better not check it tomorrow.
Just as she finished sending it, her phone rang.
Her heart leapt.
Was it—
Tang Chen.
Her face fell instantly as she answered.
“Weren’t you training? Why are you calling me?”
Tang Chen: “???”
Was it not you who called me first?
He was wronged. Truly wronged.
But it was his mother.
He quickly asked, “I did not hear clearly earlier. What were you asking?”
Zhang Taining, sipping water nearby, slowly typed a question mark in the air.
He had clearly heard it.
What a talent.
Madam Tang felt she had raised a little fool.
“I just wanted to know if you had news about Yin Chen. It is Valentine’s Day. I wanted to see if Zong Cheng remembered to ask him out. Such a good partner—you have to put in effort.”
Someone like Yin Chen—people searched with lanterns and still could not find one.
And with Zong Cheng’s emotional intelligence?
She often wondered how on earth he had been chosen.
Because he was handsome?
“That is impossible to forget, right?”
Tang Chen’s mouth fell open. Valentine’s Day!
He reassured her, “Do not overthink it, Mom. Brother Zong definitely remembered. He probably arranged the whole dinner-movie-hotel package!”
Madam Tang narrowed her eyes.
Why did her son sound so experienced?
She swallowed her question for now.
“That would be best. Then I can rest eas—”
A message popped up.
She tapped it.
Zong Cheng:
“I forgot it was Valentine’s Day! Yin Chen showed up all dressed up to pick me up. What do I do?!”
Madam Tang stopped breathing for a moment.
Then she spoke slowly into the phone.
“You really overestimated your Brother Zong.”