Although he had finally been allowed inside and no longer had to stand outside in the cold wind, Xiao Yitong was in no mood to enjoy it.
Right now, he desperately wanted to hang up “indifferent.jip.” Someone had to explain to him why the CEO of RQ would come to see Yu Ge. And that doll-faced person with the tearful, pitiful expression lying in someone else’s arms—ew, looking so delicate and fragile—who was that? He didn’t recognize him. He didn’t know that was Yu Junqing. Could someone please not tell him such a cruel truth? Mwah.
Unable to resist rubbing his slightly sore butt, Yu Junqing looked at Bo Rui with a gaze full of accusation, tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes.
Bo Rui remained cold and detached. He already knew this little rascal couldn’t always be spoiled. How many times had he said it? The poor kid’s flesh was practically disappearing. Every time he touched him, it was just skin. How was this even human? Did he realize how long it would take to properly nourish him back to health?
The more Bo Rui thought about it, the angrier he got. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over the very spot his large hand had just visited. Yu Junqing stiffened and silently turned over, lying face-up in Bo Rui’s arms.
Caught off guard by the sudden change of position, Bo Rui retracted his eyes. Too skinny—fatten him up first, then punish him later.
Yu Junqing peered at Bo Rui through his fingers, secretly exhaling in relief. Saying “Brother Rui” all the time wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but why did it hurt so much whenever Brother Rui looked stern?
Rubbing his hot little butt again, Yu Junqing silently lit a candle for himself. Next time, he would only take roles where he had to gain ten pounds for the camera! Then, his poor little butt could escape unscathed—and maybe Brother Rui would even cook delicious food for him every day!
The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Yu Junqing rolled happily on the firm chest in front of him. Just as he was about to fall off, Bo Rui’s large hand scooped him back up. Yu Junqing grabbed the phone he had just plucked from Bo Rui and began playing with it enthusiastically.
After losing it, he truly cherished it. Days without a phone had been unbearably boring! So boring, in fact, that he had spent consecutive days studying the script until it almost fell apart. Now, joyfully immersed in his phone, he looked like a typical internet-addicted teenager, perfectly blocking out the two people exchanging glances in the corner.
“B-Bo Rui…” Xiao Yitong’s angelic and devilish sides clashed fiercely in his heart. But in the end, concern for Yu Ge won. He hesitated, shuffled over cautiously, and called out.
Bo Rui had long been unsettled by the sharp, knife-like gaze of this assistant. Wasn’t Yu Junqing’s assistant supposed to be soft and easy to bully? Why did he seem so intimidating?
“What is it?” Bo Rui asked, putting on his usual cold, CEO-style expression. Xiao Yitong almost lost the nerve to ask about the information he wanted.
Glancing at Yu Junqing, who was lying happily in the CEO’s arms, fully absorbed in his phone and seemingly unconcerned about falling, Xiao Yitong suddenly realized: whether he asked or not probably didn’t matter.
Bo Rui hadn’t realized what Xiao Yitong wanted to ask, but now it was clear. That gaze… clearly thinking he had potential leverage over Yu Junqing.
Still too inexperienced—these little thoughts, even if in his head, shouldn’t be expressed outwardly. But since Yu Junqing had specifically asked for him, Bo Rui didn’t object.
The room was silent for a while. Yu Junqing lay comfortably and quietly, maybe even chuckling a bit, while Bo Rui and Xiao Yitong both wore extremely serious expressions.
Bo Rui had to rush over, leaving tasks to Liang Xin and Huang Qian, and hadn’t had time to check on other matters. He pulled out another phone and started making calls.
He didn’t need to worry. When Xiao Yitong had signed the contract, it explicitly stated that any personal information about him was not to be disclosed to the media. Most probably, few had noticed. Bo Rui had insisted on this clause for convenience—for both him and Yu Junqing.
Xiao Yitong gaped at the CEO, who pulled out a phone for Yu Junqing, then another… a “senior phone”? Ex-m? He wondered if his eyes were playing tricks after all the hard work—was the CEO really pulling out a kidney-shaped phone?
Bo Rui didn’t notice Xiao Yitong’s shocked look. Even if he had, it wouldn’t have mattered. The kidney phone was used for Yu Junqing’s scarf notifications, gifted by a partner once. As for the “senior phone”—tsk tsk—loud, sturdy, waterproof, from Philips. Far superior to domestic brands.
Watching the CEO take calls with such ease, Xiao Yitong felt painfully aware of his own presence, his doll-like face showing nothing but inner conflict. He obediently moved to a corner; this wasn’t a place for him.
He secretly peeked for a while. Honestly, if he didn’t know Bo Rui was the CEO, this scene might have seemed quite heartwarming.
He had long thought Yu Ge was a bit careless—never noticing small details like wrinkled clothes, messy hair, or almost falling off while asleep.
Xiao Yitong winced. Yu Junqing, lying in someone else’s arms and playing with his phone, almost toppled several times. If not for that strong arm holding him, he’d have already fallen headfirst. Besides Yu Ge, no one else could pull this off.
But why did the CEO notice every little move Yu Ge made, even while taking calls? Xiao Yitong couldn’t understand—wasn’t Yu Ge past the age to be fussed over like this?
Like a child, Yu Junqing nuzzled twice into Bo Rui’s hands and continued playing with the phone unconsciously.
…Never mind. Xiao Yitong felt redundant. He decided to focus on scheduling instead—keeping an eye on Yu Ge. With RQ paying such high wages, he couldn’t feel at ease.
Yu Junqing secretly looked up an old news article he had been searching for. After failing to find it, he gave up and started scrolling Weibo instead, all while Bo Rui made calls, his attention divided.
Bo Rui finally relaxed. Sometimes, the big baby was petty—but it was a relief nothing serious had happened. Seeing him cry last time had terrified Bo Rui; he never wanted to witness it again.
Rubbing the head of the person pretending to be obedient in his arms, Bo Rui continued handling company matters. Certain other issues, like following Zhu Wen, were not convenient to deal with personally.
Ren Qingyun had mentioned Zhu Wen’s situation. Zhu Wen apparently had some leverage over Yu Junqing—enough to ruin his reputation.
Bo Rui worried about this. Zhu Wen had acted clingy, as if trying to attach himself to Bo Rui. Was he after a benefactor? If he already had a place next to Ren Qingyun, he should have found one. Why persist with Bo Rui?
Yu Junqing, hidden in Bo Rui’s arms, no longer had that pitiful expression. Seeing him now, dumbly happy, Bo Rui thought it best not to ruin the moment.
Yu Junqing seemed to sense something, glancing at Bo Rui. Their eyes met—an unspoken warmth entwining between them. Xiao Yitong, just about to mention scheduling, was forced to witness another round of “dog food” moments.
Meanwhile, those sent to track Zhu Wen were suffering visually.
Zhu Wen left RQ, and Bo Rui had immediately dispatched someone to follow. He had handpicked the people carefully.
Lang Lao San’s people had some grudge against Zhu Wen. Although initially trusted, the boss gradually began distrusting him due to Zhu Wen’s influence.
Lang Lao San’s man, code-named Ax, was young, lean, and discreet—perfect for tailing someone unnoticed.
Zhu Wen lived in a high-end residential area. Ax followed and scoped the scene, eventually confirming who ran that neighborhood.
Zhu Wen’s place was top-floor luxury. Rich folks loved penthouses; lower floors were vastly cheaper.
Zhu Wen, enraged, couldn’t believe the seemingly rough man was impervious to his charms. His plan was half-ruined.
Facing the mirror, Zhu Wen—no, Zhu Wen now—furiously wiped all the skincare products off his desk. Even if they were good, what use? This wasn’t his face. He touched his altered jaw, barely able to smile.
He vowed: he would make Yu Junqing suffer. He would seize everything. Yu Junqing would know despair.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t like these products? I can get you something else.” A greasy-haired man entered. Zhu Wen snapped into a cold, high-class persona, grabbed a towel, and whipped it at the round, large-eared face.
“How many times have I told you not to call me ‘sweetheart’? Call me ‘Master’!” He radiated an overwhelming aura, yet his frail frame looked fragile. His eyes glinted with desire.
“Yes, Master! Your little steed misses you desperately~”
Outside on the balcony, Ax shivered, disgusted. Years in the field had never exposed him to this. He was underpaid for this assignment.
Meanwhile, Bo Rui received good news: Lin Qing decided to let Yu Junqing rest for half a day to recover from filming.
Yu Junqing, thrilled to skip morning shoots, bounced in excitement.
Bo Rui’s head rested on Yu Junqing’s lap; he snored lightly, exhausted.
“I… should step away?” Xiao Yitong wisely asked, and retreated to his room. He decided to stay put until the CEO left—endlessly exposed to this “dog food” was painful.
Yu Junqing mimicked Bo Rui’s hair-stroking gesture. Five articulated fingers ran along Bo Rui’s head.
Did Brother Rui feel good? Yu Junqing wondered, feeling completely relaxed whenever Bo Rui stroked his hair. Often, he fell asleep in Bo Rui’s arms while being pampered.
Recalling this little moment of joy, Yu Junqing’s expression brightened.
His fingers traced the contours of Bo Rui’s sculpted face—jaw, sharp chin, high nose, sword-like brows. He admired each feature in detail.
He lightly touched the deep eye sockets, pondering if Brother Rui’s parent might have Russian blood, explaining the striking, exotic features.
Suddenly, Yu Junqing noticed his ring finger felt slightly wet.
Huh? Lowering his gaze, he realized his ring finger was brushing against Brother Rui’s warm lips—perhaps an accident. He blushed and lightly licked the moist spot with his tongue.
“…You really know how to start a fire.” Bo Rui finally opened his eyes, his voice gravelly, low, and intensely potent.
“Brother Rui!” Yu Junqing blushed fiercely. Brother Rui had been pretending to sleep—and he had witnessed such a shameful act! Instinctively, he pushed the head off his lap, trying to climb away.
“After teasing you, you think you can escape?” Bo Rui didn’t move, his large hands seizing Yu Junqing’s waist. The exposed skin felt smooth and delicate—impossibly touchable.
“Ahahaha! Brother Rui, don’t touch me!” Yu Junqing struggled and laughed, exposing more pale skin as his clothes shifted. His newly slimmed-down abdomen appeared smooth, subtly hinting at muscles. Brother Rui, nearly laughing to tears, continued his playful assault.
Bo Rui’s large hands grabbed the slender waist, pulling him close. Without hesitation, he kissed Yu Junqing fiercely, prying open his lips and sweeping in with his tongue, leaving Yu Junqing half-dazed.
At this moment, Xiao Yitong, crouched in the corner, thought: maybe it’s best he didn’t go out. Witnessing this with the CEO, Yu Ge could have been accused of impropriety if exposed.
And where was the phone Yu Junqing had been holding just now…?