“Why did you even come over and buy flowers?”
Out of the corner of his eye, seeing that Lawyer Gao had quietly left, Yin Chen collapsed straight onto Zong Cheng.
No need to pretend when there’s no one else around!
“My waist is killing me!!!”
Zong Cheng quickly caught him, slipping the flowers into Yin Chen’s arms as he did.
Hearing Yin Chen’s question, he cleared his throat.
“Just… progressing with my technique…”
Technique progress?
Yin Chen froze for two seconds, then suddenly buried his face on Zong Cheng’s shoulder, laughing uncontrollably.
No way, no way, no way!
Zong Cheng’s “technique progress” is really this slow?
In reality, they’ve already… slept together, but in theory, Zong Cheng has only reached the stage of giving flowers?
Yin Chen laughed until he couldn’t breathe.
Zong Cheng, though slightly flushed, was used to letting him go.
After all, his studies in “technique” had long been exposed.
Yin Chen’s mischievous tendencies? He had also gotten used to them.
His large hands carefully supported Yin Chen to prevent him from sliding off in laughter.
After a while, Yin Chen lifted his head, wiping away tears, and asked,
“You came over so early? Isn’t the company busy?”
Yin Chen initiated a kiss with Zong Cheng, smiling up at him.
Zong Cheng shook his head.
“It’s okay, I finished my work.”
His calm expression made Yin Chen believe him.
“Then shall we go out for a meal together?”
Yin Chen looked at Zong Cheng.
He nodded.
Meanwhile, Assistant Zhong quietly ordered a luxurious delivery on his phone.
After ordering, he glanced at the mountain of work in front of him and exhaled.
“Come on! I can do this! Think of the overtime pay.”
Promotion or raise aside, the down payment would come soon enough!
Also ordering luxurious delivery was Lawyer Gao, who had returned home with flowers.
He looked helplessly at the note on the table.
Apparently, his wife had assumed he’d be working tonight and taken the kids to her parents’ house for the night.
Feeling slightly pitiful, he opened the delivery and couldn’t resist glancing at the fresh flowers.
Deciding it was fine, he thought to buy them a few more times in the future.
Yin Chen and Zong Cheng chose a Cantonese teahouse known for its delicate flavors.
Its dim sum and Cantonese dishes were highly praised. The first-floor hall was bustling with tea drinkers and chatters.
The second floor had private rooms, all made of non-soundproof wood, so the chatter from other rooms could still be heard.
Apparently, this was at the owner’s request, who enjoyed the lively atmosphere during meals.
Yin Chen and Zong Cheng picked a more secluded room for quiet.
Zong Cheng slowly pulled a soft cushion out of his briefcase and placed it on Yin Chen’s seat.
“Pfft.”
Yin Chen couldn’t help it—he burst into laughter.
Thoughtful? Seriously?
How did Zong Cheng manage to fit this in his briefcase?
Zong Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he explained,
“I heard it makes sitting more comfortable.”
Yin Chen propped his chin on his hand, grinning at him.
“You heard? Heard from whom?”
Zong Cheng froze, not expecting the question, and promptly shifted the blame.
“From Tang Chen.”
Definitely not something he’d looked up himself!
“Really?”
Yin Chen smiled knowingly, not pressing further.
Time to order. Yin Chen picked up the menu, smiling.
Zong Cheng secretly exhaled in relief.
He opened his phone browser and deleted his search history.
Then, he deleted study materials 1–5 from the cloud.
For items 6–20, he paused, deciding to leave them for now—he hadn’t finished learning those yet.
Yin Chen barely ate, mostly sipping the nourishing soup, which made him want to visit the restroom.
He excused himself, and Zong Cheng rose as well.
“Let’s go together.”
Elementary school bathroom habits?
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow.
Zong Cheng stared at him stubbornly.
Yin Chen leaned on his arm.
“Fine, fine, we’ll go together.”
The teahouse bathrooms were spacious, the women’s line extending outside, while the men’s had only a few.
Inside, Zong Cheng guided Yin Chen in.
Yin Chen unbuckled his belt.
Zong Cheng stood there motionless.
Yin Chen frowned.
“You’re just going to stare?”
Though not embarrassed, it felt a little weird.
Zong Cheng looked slightly disappointed.
Yin Chen choked back a laugh.
Then, a sharp female voice rang from outside.
“Hey! Who do you like? You have to say today! Who are you having dinner with?”
Zong Cheng frowned.
He released his hand from Yin Chen’s eyes.
Yin Chen washed his hands.
“Is this… a setup outside?”
Zong Cheng handed him a handkerchief.
“Ignore it, let’s go back.”
“Mm.”
Once outside, they saw two young girls—one frustrated and tearful, the other rolling her eyes with a crisp expression.
“Why aren’t you answering? Is she here? Call her out!”
Yin Chen calmly said,
“I told you, there’s no one else. I’m not seeing anyone. Understand?”
The eye-rolling girl’s voice sounded familiar.
Yin Chen paused.
“Something wrong?”
Zong Cheng’s chest pressed against him, trembling slightly as he murmured,
“I think I know who this girl is.”
Yin Chen nodded.
“Her?”
Zong Cheng glanced and asked,
“How do you know her?”
“I’ll explain later. First, let me bring her over.”
Seeing the girls about to fight, Yin Chen moved forward.
Zong Cheng stopped him.
“I’ll handle it.”
“…You?”
Zong Cheng calmly separated the two girls by their hair, one in each hand, effortlessly.
No wonder his waist hurt earlier.
Yin Chen watched in awe as Zong Cheng carried both girls over.
The girls froze.
The spectators froze.
Zong Cheng placed one down, glancing at the other.
“Some business to attend to.”
He carried her over to Yin Chen.
Yuan Miaomiao silently thanked her high-quality, non-loose sportswear—otherwise, she’d be exposing herself.
Who was this tall guy anyway? Security? Why only her?
The girl chasing after her yelled,
“What are you doing to Miaomiao? Let go of her! Come at me if it’s about her!”
Yuan Miaomiao quickly put on her hoodie, cursing inwardly that her name was being used.
Security finally intervened, and Zong Cheng carried her back to the room with Yin Chen.
Inside, she finally felt safe, noticing Yin Chen beside her.
“President Yin!”
One of President Yin’s people! Personal bodyguard maybe?
She wondered how President Yin was here, feeling incredibly lucky.
Her gaze on him made Zong Cheng frown slightly, a touch of displeasure.
Yin Chen nodded.
“Sit. Want something to eat?”
Yuan Miaomiao, having helped with the Eastern Group matter, deserved good treatment.
Yin Chen pondered briefly. Though she helped for free, perhaps a bonus or red envelope was in order.
“Thank you, President Yin!” she said enthusiastically, then smiled at Zong Cheng.
“Thanks, Mr. Bodyguard.”
Yin Chen and Zong Cheng both froze.
Next moment, Yin Chen, trying not to laugh, tugged Zong Cheng’s tie and lightly kissed him.
Yuan Miaomiao gasped—she’d forgotten he was President Yin’s man!
Who held more authority at home, she wondered?
Better to please whom?