“Um… Mr. Yin’s husband!”
Yuan Miaomiao drew a deep breath, her voice booming like a bell. She poured herself a cup of tea, raised it with both hands, and said,
“I hereby pledge to donate these useless eyes of mine to those who can use them! You and Mr. Yin are truly a divine couple—birds flying together in heaven, branches intertwined on earth, perfectly matched in the mortal realm…”
She went on for what felt like an eternity, delivering a three-hundred-word speech of praise that would put any academic thesis to shame. Only after finishing did she lift the tea cup and drink it in one gulp.
“In short, you two are perfect for each other! May you have a harmonious hundred years together, and—may you soon celebrate your wedding!”
Her mind suddenly jolted.
Crap! She almost blurted out “may you have children soon!”
Life alert: terminated.
Talent. Truly a talent.
Yin Chen silently gave a thumbs-up in his heart.
Zong Cheng’s expression had calmed considerably. He glanced at his bowl of soup, then took a sip.
Yuan Miaomiao exhaled a huge sigh of relief. Phew! Her quick thinking had saved the day.
She hurried to place an order herself. Come on! The big boss, Mr. Yin, is treating everyone to dinner! She’d better make use of this opportunity!
When she returned, Yin Chen’s fingers had just brushed his lips. Yuan Miaomiao froze, her gaze flicking between Yin Chen’s slightly wet lips and the tall, handsome man next to him with ears faintly reddened.
Maybe… she shouldn’t have crashed this dinner.
Once she had calmed the boyfriend, Yin Chen finally looked at Yuan Miaomiao.
“Just happened to run into you. Today I was actually discussing your situation with Lawyer Gao.”
“Me?”
Yuan Miaomiao took a seat near the edge, but not too far away. She thought for a moment and understood.
“Is it about that ZWG incident?”
Before Yin Chen could nod, Yuan Miaomiao started speaking rapidly.
“This really made me angry!”
It was truly infuriating!
She had originally intended to help her brother get into BZ, thinking she could curry favor with the big boss, Mr. Yin. But while helping organize fan groups for BZ, she noticed something odd.
How to put it?
BZ fans were generally like this:
Tang Chen goes live.
“Chen Chen is live! Go, go, spring season, fight hard!!!”
“Another diligent day for the little one! Keep going! Smash Zhang Taining’s head!”
“Why are you training with Zhang Taining again today? Where’s March Little Brother? What about Brother Zhuo?”
Zhang Taining goes live.
“Finally started streaming, you dog!”
“How long are you training today? Your dad is checking the time; try to spend a little time with him.”
“Where are Tang Chen and the others? Call them all to train together. If you don’t get into the top three in the spring season, I’m unfollowing immediately!!!”
Even BZ’s official social media kept urging them to train.
When Yuan Miaomiao first saw this, she thought the world had gone fantastical!
Returning to ZWG, the streams were another story. In the King fan group she infiltrated, almost every day there were weird comments:
“King trained really hard today. By the way, I found XXX’s new finger sleeves work well, recommended for those who like gaming. Link here if you want it.”
“Really? That sounds good! I want to buy a pair for King; he said his fingers hurt during training today.”
“Why didn’t King show his face today? What a pity.”
“Earlier, King sometimes chats in his small nest, but you need contributions to get in.”
Hearing all this, Yuan Miaomiao’s anger flared.
“I really didn’t know about this before, so I inquired about contributions, and guess what!”
She indignantly lifted her head, then quickly lowered it.
Crap! Habits of gossip! She forgot she was in front of two top executives!
Yin Chen gave her a sideways glance and took over.
“To get money?”
“As expected of Mr. Yin.”
The boss is such a good man! He even responded!
Yuan Miaomiao dared not be impolite and continued explaining.
It really was all about money. For example, she asked someone in the group for the finger sleeve link, bought it, and used it to gain entry to the small nest.
“Honestly, it shouldn’t even be called a small nest,” Yuan Miaomiao admitted with slight disgust. She and King had flirted, but had never experienced something like this. Seeing it now, she was truly grossed out.
“The place is basically called the Emperor’s backup three palaces and six courts. Some are especially brainwashing, making people feel like waiting concubines, excited whenever their name is called.”
Yuan Miaomiao was speechless.
“He’s quite skilled,” she added.
Yin Chen had no idea there were so many convoluted layers inside.
“Still, you’re the real expert here,” Yin Chen sincerely complimented Yuan Miaomiao, speaking from the heart.
Her actions managed to make King fans come to their senses, even vouch for her, and some even ended up admiring her. This move was nothing short of divine.
Zong Cheng’s heart quietly stirred. He glanced at Yin Chen, then at the bold young woman, before finally looking down at himself.
He silently picked up the menu and ordered a serving of shrimp dumplings, with a small dish of vinegar on the side.
“Ha, what am I so great at? Just putting myself in others’ shoes.”
Yuan Miaomiao noticed something, quickly compressed her speech to four words, and quietly began eating.
Yin Chen noticed too, but before he could turn, a waiter knocked and brought a plate of shrimp dumplings with a small dish of vinegar.
Sour.
Phew, really sour.
Yuan Miaomiao buried her head in her bowl. The rice rolls were delicious, the pork ribs in black bean sauce were delicious, and the braised chicken feet fell off the bone—everything was delicious! She definitely did not look up.
Yin Chen smelled the vinegar too. He quietly turned to look at Zong Cheng.
Zong Cheng didn’t look back; he picked up a shrimp dumpling.
Yin Chen lightly tapped his arm.
Zong Cheng twitched. Yin Chen tried to coax him.
“Hey, feed me one?”
Zong Cheng hesitated for a second, then honestly fed it to Yin Chen’s mouth.
…
Hearing the commotion, Yuan Miaomiao was speechless.
Was the previous display of carrying the small girl just all for show? Just like that?
Yin Chen couldn’t help laughing. He picked up his chopsticks and fed Zong Cheng a shrimp dumpling too.
Her boyfriend, getting jealous, was unbearably cute. Who has this kind of luck?
Zong Cheng was stunned for a moment and began calculating—maybe he should order a dish of peanuts next?
After the meal, Yin Chen casually asked Yuan Miaomiao how she’d get home.
“At this time, I’ll probably catch the last bus, then climb over our dorm’s wall, piece of cake,” she said, accustomed to such stunts.
“Since you’re a girl, I’ll give you a ride.”
Seeing her petite figure, Yin Chen wasn’t questioning her ability, but she was half an unofficial employee—no salary. Giving her a ride wasn’t a big deal.
Yuan Miaomiao stiffened. Whoa, murder intent! She sneaked a glance at the tall, handsome man.
Oh no. She felt she had landed on Mr. Yin’s future husband’s blacklist.
Sob. Mr. Yin, you’re such a good man, but… not this much!
Yuan Miaomiao tried to refuse, but it was futile. Trembling, she got into Mr. Yin’s luxury car.
Her life depended on it! She wouldn’t dare take a photo for social media now.
Who would have guessed Mr. Yin, the tall CEO, was driving personally? She sat in the back with him!
After dropping her off, Yin Chen returned home, only to find Zong Cheng had vanished.
He found him in the study, typing at the computer.
“Still jealous?”
Yin Chen naturally wrapped his arms around Zong Cheng’s neck.
Zong Cheng instinctively lifted his hand to hold Yin Chen’s, then half-raised it and put it back on the keyboard.
“Not jealous,” he mumbled, then added, “I’m doing a daily ten-thousand. I’ll sleep in the study tonight.”
Not jealous? Sleeping alone in the study? Clearly jealous.
Yin Chen nearly died laughing.
This coward, jealous enough to seclude himself in the study.
Feigning grievance, he asked, “Really sleeping in the study?”
Zong Cheng hesitated, teeth clenched.
“Yes.”
Even if Yin Chen could see through him, what of it!
Of course he was jealous! Jealous of his own boyfriend!
He needed to be soothed! Hugging wasn’t enough! At least… a kiss!
Zong Cheng began scheming.
“Like this—”
Yin Chen suddenly withdrew his hand.
Zong Cheng blinked. He turned instinctively.
Yin Chen was already at the study door, waving.
“I’m going to shower and sleep. You keep going.”
And just like that, he left.
Zong Cheng froze.
He slowly opened the cloud notes app.
In his “technical progress” log: Occasional jealousy is a fun spice; it greatly enhances intimacy between partners.
Where’s the enhancement? The person ran away!
Zong Cheng petrified.
After a while, he glumly looked at the computer, closed the document, and deleted it.
Confirm.
Screw it!
Expressionless, he typed a few more lines, deleted, opened the author backend, and submitted a leave request.
Reason: flaked.
Just as he finished, a familiar smooth arm wrapped around his neck from behind.
“Flaked again?”
Yin Chen held back laughter, nibbling Zong Cheng’s earlobe.
Time to soothe him.
“I didn’t—”
Zong Cheng turned to protest, seeing Yin Chen’s thin shirt and pausing in his breath.
Yin Chen pulled him up, jumped onto him.
Zong Cheng instinctively hugged him.
Yin Chen wrapped his legs around Zong Cheng’s waist.
“You’ve been exercising recently, right? Let me see your results.”
Zong Cheng gasped.
Just as he intended to carry Yin Chen back to bed, Yin Chen clung on, hinting he wouldn’t let go.
“Right here, standing.”
…
After carefully cleaning up, showering, Yin Chen was drowsy.
Exhausted.
He was laid on freshly changed sheets, eyes half-open.
Zong Cheng lifted the other corner of the blanket and lay beside him.
Yin Chen reached out.
Zong Cheng hugged him close.
Yin Chen closed his eyes contentedly.
With him wrapped around, Zong Cheng surely wouldn’t go do push-ups or anything else.
Indeed, letting Zong Cheng burn off excess energy and stamina in him was the correct choice!
Yin Chen’s breathing gradually steadied.
Before sleep, one last thought flashed through his mind—and it feels pretty good too.
Seeing Yin Chen’s breathing calm, Zong Cheng quietly opened his phone.
Typed in a search: What to do if boyfriend doesn’t like to… in bed?