Ali was a little surprised.
She felt that today, CEO Yin seemed to be in a very good mood.
How she knew…
“This one isn’t quite right either. Let’s try another.”
Yin Chen stood in front of the mirror for a long time, slowly shaking his head.
The British-inspired outfit looked a lot like the little prince, but it also made him seem too juvenile. Not quite suitable.
Ali choked back her words. This was already the seventh outfit he had changed into!
She finally couldn’t hold back.
“CEO Yin,” Ali said cautiously, glancing at him, “what style exactly are you looking for today?”
Normally, even if Yin Chen was a bit picky, it wouldn’t be this extreme. What was going on today? And what style did he want? She needed a hint!
She had been pairing outfits dryly and mechanically—it wasn’t working.
Style?
Yin Chen glanced at himself in the mirror.
After a long moment, a small, expectant smile appeared on his face.
“Today… I want a style that immediately looks happy.”
Choked. Suffocating.
Ali felt like tearing her hair out.
Did he even need to dress up? The whole world already knew CEO Yin had been very happy lately!
Ali groaned in frustration, feeling like she was back in the days of dealing with some eccentric client.
Deep breath.
Ali, deep breath. You can do this.
If the client says it, it can be done.
Yes. I can. I will manage.
Giving herself a pep talk, Ali suddenly had an idea.
She looked at the six outfits that had been discarded.
They were all well put together, even stylish—but none of them had a human touch.
Could it be…?
Ali thought for a moment and remembered something. She went to wardrobe number one, rifled through it, and pulled out a sweater and a blazer.
She held them in front of Yin Chen.
“How about this set?”
Hmm?
Yin Chen looked at the sweater, then the blazer.
Then he glanced at Ali, curiosity in his tone.
“Why did you choose these two?”
Coincidence? Or… something else?
Seeing the sweater, his mind immediately flashed back to CEO Zong’s pectoral muscles. Come to think of it, comparing the two, Zong Cheng’s muscles did seem bigger lately. No wonder recently…
?
Why did CEO Yin’s smile suddenly carry a hint of mischief?
Ali shivered and then explained.
“I just noticed, CEO Yin, that you always glance at these two pieces.”
Though Yin Chen rarely commented on her outfit choices, except today, he really did always look at these two items a little longer.
And…
Ali secretly thought in her mind. This blazer’s size—wasn’t it CEO Yin’s boyfriend’s?
Thinking about it, she almost wanted to bark.
CEO Yin said he wanted an outfit that looked immediately happy—but he was already super happy, wasn’t he?
Your expression seems a little off.
Yin Chen looked at Ali, who was shifting her face nervously.
Unusual—Ali rarely lost her composure in front of him.
However… he sensed a slight hint of jealousy.
He decided to let her be, appreciating how well she had read his wishes.
“Then let’s go with this set.”
Yin Chen nodded and changed into the outfit, draping the blazer casually over his shoulders.
Phew! Finally done!
Ali neatly put away the other clothes.
Yin Chen glanced at the time. About right.
He thought, Zong Cheng should be standing outside, smoking.
The smoke stung the throat slightly—he wasn’t used to it.
Assistant Zhong was beside him, same smoking posture.
After finishing one cigarette, Zong Cheng took a long inhale.
“Everything ready?”
Zhong nodded.
“Ready.”
Suddenly, Zong Cheng frowned.
“Are you sure?”
No mistakes anywhere?
Zhong could only smile wryly.
“CEO Zong, you’ve confirmed this with me more than twenty times already.”
Has it been that many? Already twenty?
Zong Cheng’s brow furrowed. How could he only remember a couple of times?
“Maybe we should check again…”
Still uneasy.
???
Zhong remained expressionless.
“CEO Zong, checking again will take a few more days. Didn’t you have plans with CEO Yin today?”
Zong Cheng hesitated a little.
Zhong added quietly,
“CEO Yin might be waiting for quite a while.”
Zong Cheng finally made up his mind.
“Then let’s go.”
The car started moving.
Following behind, Assistant A-Mao lightly scratched his cheek, then sent a message.
“Target has departed.”
The reply came quickly.
“Received.”
A-Mao stepped out of the car briefly, looking up at the sky.
Ah, today’s sky was truly blue—a good day.
The car gradually arrived in front of Yin Chen’s villa.
Zong Cheng immediately saw Yin Chen waiting at the door, blazer draped over his shoulders.
That blazer…
Zhong made a small sound of surprise.
“CEO Zong, isn’t that the same blazer you have too?”
“A-yes, I do have one.”
Indeed, the same style—now being worn by Yin Chen himself. As expected of a couple, even their clothes matched.
Zhong parked the car in front of Yin Chen, sneaking another glance.
Hmm? This sweater?
It felt oddly familiar.
Hadn’t Yin Chen lent it to Zong Cheng to wear before?
Zong Cheng also noticed that the sweater looked familiar. Opening the car door, his eyes flickered slightly.
“Why are you wearing this today?”
Hmm?
Now shy?
Exactly the effect needed! On such an important day, the boyfriend needed to be shy.
Yin Chen smiled gently, thinking to himself.
“The weather’s nice today. This outfit makes me feel better. Don’t you think?”
I-is that so?
Zong Cheng’s gaze wavered. But he had worn this outfit himself. Could it be… that’s why it felt special?
He couldn’t help looking at Yin Chen’s expression.
Yin Chen’s eyes sparkled with a smile.
…
I should be under the car, not in it.
Zhong slowly raised the rear divider—conscious of his place.
The car merged onto the highway, winding out of the city toward the hilltops in the suburbs.
Spring was nearly over; new buds and fresh green branches lined the way. Driving this stretch lifted the spirits.
Yin Chen looked at the roadside scenery, then at Zong Cheng, whose hands trembled as he gripped his own.
Zong Cheng never imagined that Yin Chen might have guessed. After all, he was familiar with this stretch of road.
Yin Chen thought for a moment, then spoke.
“This road?”
Here it comes!
Zong Cheng took a deep breath.
“Hmm? What about the road?”
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow.
Playing dumb?
“Is something wrong? Aren’t we going to dinner? Where are we heading?”
Zong Cheng choked.
Words failed him.
Speak! Quickly!
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“CEO Yin, I’m sorry. I’m not familiar with the navigation.”
Zhong finally understood what Assistant A-Mao meant—at the right moment, a mature assistant actively eases the boss’s worries.
His tone was calm, tinged with apology.
“Why not close your eyes and rest a bit? It’s my first time driving CEO Zong—maybe I got a bit nervous and took the wrong turn.”
Zong Cheng quietly exhaled.
Just that?
All that planning… and that’s it?
Yin Chen chuckled inwardly, keeping a calm expression on his face.
“It’s fine. Don’t be nervous. I’ll just lie on your lap for a bit.”
The last sentence was clearly meant for Zong Cheng.
Patting today’s unusually firm thigh, Yin Chen wrapped his blazer around himself and, with absolute naturalness, laid down on Zong Cheng’s lap.
!
Zong Cheng instinctively relaxed his leg muscles.
But… the muscles didn’t obey him!
He panicked slightly. Would Yin Chen notice something?
Suddenly, a warmth spread across his thigh.
Zong Cheng instinctively looked down.
Yin Chen gave him a half-smile, half-teasing look.
“Your muscles are even firmer… have you been secretly working out? Every day… wasn’t it enough already?”
A flash of playful mischief crossed Yin Chen’s eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
Zong Cheng didn’t catch it.
He only noticed the vague words Yin Chen had used.
Realizing what Yin Chen had misunderstood, his ears turned red in an instant.
He hadn’t been working out secretly!
After all, he’d already… well, recently, he’d… you know… gotten Yin Chen dizzy.
Just as he opened his mouth to explain, his leg was stroked twice.
Yin Chen turned his head, eyes closed, a smile tugging at his lips.
“But it’s fine, I really like it.”
Whether it was secret workouts… or just tense, stiff thighs… Yin Chen liked all of it.
Zong Cheng froze.
Really… liked it?
He looked at Yin Chen’s comfortably closed eyes and slowly sank into thought.
Could it be that Yin Chen still felt it wasn’t enough?
But it already…
How could it get any more?
For a moment, Zong Cheng was completely at a loss.
Perhaps it was the good mood, or maybe the comfortable atmosphere in the car.
When Yin Chen finally woke up…
Zong Cheng’s legs had gone numb.
Probably from being used as a pillow too long.
This time, Yin Chen was genuinely a little helpless.
He reached out carefully to massage Zong Cheng’s legs, playfully biting his earlobe at the same time.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Zong Cheng looked at him in surprise.
“You… fell asleep?”
Yin Chen paused.
He instinctively checked Zong Cheng’s eyes.
Calm, serene, and in a tone so normal it was like commenting that it was raining outside.
This…
Wasn’t it adorable enough to make him impatient for his plan?
Yin Chen propped his hand on the back of the seat, leaning forward.
He shared a kiss with Zong Cheng, laced with a hint of urging.
After the kiss, Yin Chen’s hand tugged at Zong Cheng’s tie as he pulled away.
“Let’s go. Time to get out of the car.”
Don’t let him wait too long.
“…Okay.”
Hold it in!
Zong Cheng, hold it in! Don’t forget your plan!
Panting, his gaze reluctantly shifted away from Yin Chen’s glistening lips.
The way Yin Chen tugged at his tie was… dangerously sexy.
Knock knock.
The car window was suddenly tapped.
Tang Chen stood outside, shouting,
“Zong Ge! Time to get out! Everyone’s here!”
What were Zong Ge and CEO Yin doing in the car?
Even Assistant Zhong had gotten out!
Little brat! Waiting a bit longer—what’s the harm?
Zong Cheng’s heavy breaths now carried fiery anger.
Cursing silently in his mind, he finally extended a hand and helped Yin Chen out of the car.
“I have a… surprise for you.”
Oh? Finally coming?
Yin Chen immediately perked up.
Although he had gathered a lot of information through A-Mao, what exactly would Zong Cheng do?
He stepped out with long strides.
A hilltop villa.
Rose garden, swing, outdoor pool.
And…
Yin Chen’s smile slowly faded.
Honestly… who was all these people?
His gaze turned to Zong Cheng, filled with endless questions.
This…?
What was going on?
Zong Cheng quickly glanced at him, cleared his throat.
“So… let’s live together?”