Yin Chen had a new worry these past two days.
Not anything big, really—just his fiancé, oh yes, now he could officially say fiancé.
His fiancé’s pectoral muscles and… other “areas” were growing by the day.
The root of the problem? His fiancé seemed to have completely misunderstood his “needs.”
Thinking about it made him feel a chill on his buttocks.
Yin Chen reluctantly twisted his sore neck.
Zong Cheng gave him a shy smile.
But in his hands, he made no hesitation, pressing the buttock mask firmly onto Yin Chen.
In terms of skill and precision, the way he applied the mask was flawless.
There was no way one could reach this level without at least a hundred or eighty practice sessions.
Still, Yin Chen watched expressionlessly as Zong Cheng finished applying the mask.
Then he pulled out a small, roadside desk he’d bought for eighteen yuan.
As soon as Zong Cheng placed the little desk, it instantly blocked a large portion of the view.
Although it wasn’t the first time Yin Chen had seen this desk, he was still momentarily speechless.
His fiancé truly was a genius.
“Oh, right, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
Zong Cheng finally tore his eyes away from the spectacular view before him and forced himself to remember the actual business at hand.
“Hmm? What is it? Do you really need to discuss it with me?”
Yin Chen tilted his head slightly, revealing a broad, hot kiss mark on his neck that stretched behind his ear and faded away.
Clearly, Zong Cheng had been very enthusiastic last night.
But… what could he want to discuss?
They were already engaged, so why would it still require “discussion”?
“Um…”
Zong Cheng hesitated.
His eyes flickered for a long moment before he whispered,
“Ms. Tang wants to meet you.”
Ms. Tang?
Yin Chen was taken aback.
Then he quickly realized.
Ms. Tang was one of Zong Cheng’s most respected elders.
She wanted to see him?
Not a big deal, really.
But…
Yin Chen glanced at Zong Cheng, whose eyes darted nervously.
Even if Ms. Tang wanted to see him, why did this guy look so guilty?
Thinking for a moment, Yin Chen slowly asked,
“You… mentioned me to her recently, didn’t you?”
Otherwise, how would Ms. Tang suddenly bring him up?
And Zong Cheng’s guilty expression… wasn’t that a bit much?
How did Yin Chen know?
Had he guessed?
How had he guessed?
Zong Cheng asked himself frantically in his mind.
Then he silently hung his head, saying nothing.
His shy demeanor made it impossible to see the Zong Cheng who had pressed Yin Chen against the mirror last night.
Seeing him like this, Yin Chen’s mind slowly formed a thought:
“You brought it up yourself? What did you tell Ms. Tang?”
Though… could it be that this guy…
Told her everything?
Zong Cheng’s cheeks reddened slightly.
He licked his dry lips and said, “Nothing… it’s just that, this plan, Ms. Tang knows about it…”
Ah, that explains the recent calls.
Checking to see if everything had succeeded.
Yin Chen slowly typed a question mark in his mind.
What?
Ms. Tang knows about this plan?
Did she know everything, or just part of it?
If she knew everything…
Then all of Zong Cheng’s arrangements…
Could it be under Ms. Tang’s guidance?
Thinking this, Yin Chen’s expression grew complex.
He recalled the mirror from last night.
The outdoor pool from the night before.
The little garden Zong Cheng had seen countless times, and the swing carefully wrapped with hidden intent.
Yin Chen fell into thought.
Surely, relying only on Zong Cheng’s own planning, he wouldn’t have thought of all this… right?
So it must really have been Ms. Tang…
Although…
Ms. Tang…
Wasn’t this a bit… too avant-garde?
Yin Chen couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.
So… Zong Cheng actually consulted Ms. Tang about moving in together?
Just that? Just that?
After thinking it over, Yin Chen looked up.
Zong Cheng, like a little puppy, stared at him, waiting for a reply.
Yin Chen found him both funny and exasperating.
He beckoned with a slender finger. Zong Cheng quietly came forward.
Yin Chen pinched his chin and gave him a kiss.
His tone was affectionate.
“You already secretly put the ring on me—do you really need to ask me about this? Hmm? Fiancé?”
Zong Cheng froze in mid-breath.
The next second, he felt the heat from Yin Chen’s hand on his chin spreading upward.
His ears quickly burned with a buzzing sensation.
Aside from the word “fiancé,” he heard nothing else.
His lips curved into a slight smile, then a full grin.
He held Yin Chen close and kissed him, then leapt to his feet.
“I’ll go respond to Ms. Tang! We’ll leave in a bit!”
What?
Leave in a bit?
Wait!
Yin Chen had just reached out, and Zong Cheng had already vanished.
He silently turned his head, eyes landing on the small desk.
A slow question mark formed in his mind.
That fool Zong Cheng… covered in kiss marks, going to meet his family?
Was he still half-asleep, or had his brain completely scrambled???
After a moment of silence, Yin Chen slowly pulled out his phone.
Three minutes later, Assistant Ah Mao suddenly received a message.
He quietly opened it and froze.
【Bring a foundation with the best concealing power.】
Sent to the wrong person?
Ah Mao thought instinctively.
Then he checked the sender.
Frozen.
Yin Chen?
A hundred thousand whys flashed through Ah Mao’s mind.
Finally settling on one thought—exciting! After guarding Yin Chen’s door, he’d finally reached the stage of running errands for Yin Chen’s private life?
By the time Zong Cheng finished his phone call and dealt with the buttock mask, Yin Chen slowly stretched his feet to feel the ground.
Sore, soft, slightly stinging.
In short: unable to get out of bed.
So why, on the second day of “living together,” did he have to drag this body along to meet Ms. Tang?
Somebody needed to reflect.
Yin Chen glanced at Zong Cheng, who reached out to help him.
?
Zong Cheng lowered his head silently.
Why did he feel like he’d been stabbed?
Was it just his imagination, or did Yin Chen actually not want to go meet Ms. Tang with him?
This question was only partially answered when Zong Cheng helped Yin Chen carry large and small packages into the car.
Yin Chen obviously didn’t mind meeting Ms. Tang; otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought so many gifts.
But…
Why then?
Zong Cheng’s mind was filled with confusion.
They left in the morning, arriving at Ms. Tang’s house in the afternoon.
Yin Chen lay down in the car, and when he got up, he had regained a bit of energy.
Before getting out, he deliberately handed Zong Cheng the concealer that Ah Mao had brought.
Zong Cheng took it, puzzled.
“What’s this?”
A tiny little box?
“Is this… for the ring?”
But it didn’t look like it, really.
Yin Chen tilted his head slightly, revealing his pale neck marked with broad kiss marks.
“For covering this,” he said, his freshly awakened voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness and laziness, so sexy it made Zong Cheng’s heart race.
Zong Cheng glanced again at the marks on Yin Chen’s neck, his breathing quickening, his ears flushing with familiar heat.
All of these were traces he himself had left.
From behind the ear, all the way down…
Zong Cheng silently opened the box, afraid to think any further.
If he did, he’d probably end up standing up Ms. Tang.
He used his fingers to pick up a little powder and gently applied it to Yin Chen’s neck.
“Mm…”
Yin Chen let out a lazy moan from his chest, making Zong Cheng jump slightly.
“Does it hurt?”
Had he used too much pressure?
Such a light touch, and he’s saying it hurts?
Last night, when he’d pinched his waist, he hadn’t asked then.
Yin Chen lifted his eyelids slightly, not really wanting to talk to his fiancé.
The neck and area behind his ear were covered with so many kiss marks.
Zong Cheng carefully controlled the pressure, afraid of leaving even more marks.
It took him over ten minutes, his forehead dotted with fine sweat, before he had covered most of the marks.
Even so, if someone looked closely, traces were still visible.
But Zong Cheng had done his best.
If he applied more, the difference in skin tone would be too obvious.
“All done?”
Yin Chen turned slightly, checking himself in the mirror.
Not bad.
Though traces were still visible, it was far better than looking like a battlefield.
He felt instantly in a good mood.
He glanced at Zong Cheng’s collarbone, raising an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to help you cover yours too?”
“Me?”
Zong Cheng froze.
Cover… what?
He stopped in front of the mirror.
There, on his collarbone, was a spreading set of bite marks.
Ah, last night, Yin Chen had bitten him there, murmuring something…
Something about “gently”?
“Gently… a little gentler”?
Zong Cheng’s face flared red instantly.
He… hadn’t heard it last night!
How… how did he only remember now?
“What? Still not leaving?”
Since he didn’t need to cover it, they should go.
Though… why was he blushing all of a sudden?
Yin Chen, curious, reached out and pinched his heated earlobe.
“Mm… let’s go.”
Zong Cheng tried to pull away but didn’t.
He silently moved close, wrapping his arm around Yin Chen’s waist.
So clingy…
Yin Chen looked up at him.
Zong Cheng kept his eyes lowered.
“Your waist… is it sore?”
Had he been too rough last night?
Zong Cheng reflected.
“Remembering now?”
Observing Zong Cheng’s expression, Yin Chen understood.
He leaned against him, a playful, teasing look on his face.
Remembering only now?
Last night, he had been too busy carrying, pinching, and bending his head down to do anything else.
And now he gets shy?
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Yin Chen stared a moment longer, unable to resist.
His fiancé… how could he still be so unbearably cute?
He wanted to kiss him.
If Yin Chen wanted to kiss, he would kiss.
Turning around, he was immediately embraced by Zong Cheng.
Looking up, he kissed the still-stunned Zong Cheng.
Zong Cheng’s lips quivered.
He quickly caught on and instinctively deepened the kiss.
Their kissing had improved a lot, actually…
Yin Chen slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.
Honestly… did they know they were just a step away from my mother’s doorway?
Yes, their affection was sweet…
But couldn’t they… wait until inside?
Ms. Tang stood silently at the doorway, watching.
Her gaze fell on Zong Cheng’s hand around Yin Chen’s waist.
Speaking of which…
Zong Cheng had grown up?
Daring to pull him into his arms and kiss him right at her door?
Not bad, not bad.
Better than she had imagined!
Ms. Tang was pleased.
Yin Chen finished the kiss, turning to see the comforting expression on Ms. Tang’s face.
He slowly typed a question mark in his mind.
Looking at Ms. Tang, then at himself and Zong Cheng, he fell into silence.
He roughly guessed what Ms. Tang was thinking.
But…
What gave her such confidence?
Thinking a moment, Yin Chen gave Ms. Tang a small smile.
Well, they were engaged now.
Might as well not reveal anything.