Tang Chen felt a little guilty.
…
Alright, he admitted it—just a tiny bit.
How did he even…?
Really, how could he have, in a moment of impulse, stuffed that box of ultra-thin spiral things into the bag his Brother Zong wanted?
Tang Chen took a deep breath.
Well, it’s already done, so now isn’t the time for regrets!
Better to think ahead!
He needed to figure out what to do when Brother Zong came back to scold him!
Tang Chen fell into thought.
He leaned over the table, zoning out completely.
Zhang Taining walked over and saw Tang Chen looking completely dazed like that.
He paused.
He pulled out his phone, zoomed in, and snapped a picture of Tang Chen’s face.
“Hey! Are you secretly taking photos of me?”
Tang Chen’s instincts kicked in, and he leapt up immediately!
“Bang!”
He clutched his knees and fell back onto the floor.
QUQ He’d forgotten the table was there!
It hurt so much!
“You’re so dumb,” Zhang Taining muttered, strolling over to ruffle Tang Chen’s hair a couple of times.
“What are you thinking about? Still hung up on that ZWG thing? Why bother with that? Just focus on your training!”
With such a tiny brain, still thinking so much?
See, this is what being ridiculously dumb looks like.
“Huh? What ZWG thing?”
Tang Chen was completely lost.
Zhang Taining froze.
He instinctively glanced at Tang Chen’s expression, then realized with some regret.
Tang Chen hadn’t been following it?
That meant everything he just said accidentally revealed that he had been paying attention!
Damn it.
At a time like this, how could this brat have been concerned about anything else?
Muttering angrily in his head, Zhang Taining maintained his tough act.
“Stop pretending. Recently, Captain ZWG was exposed for hooking up with fans, and rumors say he’s reckless, sleeping with all sorts of people. It’s all over the place. That dumb look you were pulling at the table just now—wasn’t that because of this?”
Sleeping, sleeping with… men?
Tang Chen’s thoughts veered off.
Could Brother Zong really pull off getting Mr. Yin this time?
He had even made a private bet with Madam Tang!
She said Brother Zong wouldn’t dare climb into Mr. Yin’s bed for at least three years.
…
He said three years would be possible.
After all, Brother Zong was a passionate young man in his twenties. Wouldn’t having a boyfriend involve some nightlife?
Wouldn’t that explode?
“Pop.”
A playful flick hit Tang Chen on the forehead.
“Ow!”
Tang Chen snapped back to reality, glaring at Zhang Taining, the culprit.
“What was that for?”
So painful! Was this guy raised on spinach or something?
“Only that hurts? You’re such a weakling,” Zhang Taining scoffed and hummed.
“What are you thinking? Ignoring such juicy gossip? Come on, you’ve secretly got a boyfriend already, haven’t you?”
Looking at Tang Chen, Zhang Taining was secretly impressed.
Small in size, but bold in spirit!
Daring to like men! Respect.
“Pfft, I don’t have the time for that!”
Tang Chen immediately refuted.
Zhang Taining looked puzzled.
“Really not?”
After a pause, he asked, “Then what about that super… thing in your room? You’re using it yourself?”
Ah, this?
If that were the case… wouldn’t it be a bit tragic?
Zhang Taining looked sympathetically at Tang Chen’s left hand.
What?
Tang Chen froze, then jumped up and grabbed Zhang Taining by the neck.
“You went into my room to steal snacks again, you little rascal! I’ll strangle you!”
“Cough… I didn’t! I just accidentally saw it when I came to wake you up last time! I swear I didn’t take anything! You even have a little record of it—how could I steal?”
“Really?” Tang Chen eyed him suspiciously.
“I raise four!”
Zhang Taining promptly held up four fingers.
“…Fine.”
Tang Chen grunted and released him.
He plopped back onto the table with a thud.
“That’s not mine. I… I was helping a friend prepare it. He’s giving it to his boyfriend.”
Sob sob QUQ, actually not.
He had stuffed it in himself. What if Brother Zong failed?
And then Mr. Yin kicked him out—what would he do?
Judging from Brother Zong’s phone call, it seemed Mr. Yin was giving him the cold shoulder lately.
If that’s the case, he might have made things worse!
ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh.
So difficult.
Tang Chen heaved a long sigh.
Zhang Taining was utterly confused.
“Your circle is so hardcore? Gifts like this?”
Tang Chen gave him a glare.
“What, don’t you want to hook up with someone?”
Zhang Taining was taken aback, then laughed awkwardly.
“If you really didn’t want to, that would be a lie.”
He was a young man after all, even if currently stuck with his right hand.
“Exactly. When feelings are strong, it’s natural to… you know… be intimate. Normal, right?”
Tang Chen rested his chin on the table, looking to Zhang Taining for confirmation.
Something didn’t feel quite right.
Zhang Taining considered carefully, slowly typing a question mark.
“Why do you sound hesitant saying that?”
Choked up.
Since when had Zhang Taining become this perceptive?
Tang Chen frowned, muttering quietly, “Actually, he had me prepare something similar. But I figured, since they’re already together, I bought an extra to give him too. What if his boyfriend sees it? Would he be happy?”
Zhang Taining paused for three seconds, closed his eyes, and silently made a cross over his chest.
“I’ll mourn for you first. Don’t worry, just go ahead.”
“Go to hell!”
Tang Chen cursed under his breath, collapsing on the table, soul flying.
Brother Zong QAQ, you better deliver!
Couldn’t he want to sleep with Mr. Yin? Really?
Zong Cheng’s mind was blank at this moment.
His gaze fell on the small box Mr. Yin was looking at.
The only thought in his head: When did that brat Tang Chen sneak this in?!
He turned around, wanting to kill him!
Mr. Yin studied Zong Cheng’s expression.
Then glanced at the box in the bag.
He roughly guessed what had happened.
Anyone could have bought this small box.
But Zong Cheng?
Mr. Yin carefully counted on his fingers.
He had thought it would take Zong Cheng at least three months, maybe a year, to get skilled and brave enough.
Though he had already prepared for a long-term, almost Platonic relationship of just kisses.
But!
At a time like this, not seizing the chance would be a waste!
Suppressing his laughter, Mr. Yin slowly picked up the small box.
“Is this also a gift for me?”
Boom!
Zong Cheng felt heat rise from his feet to his head.
This isn’t—
But if he said it, would Mr. Yin believe him?
Zong Cheng felt tangled and speechless.
After a while, he could only nod silently.
“Huh? What did you say? I didn’t hear.”
Mr. Yin stood there, smiling faintly.
His gaze was sharp.
Only Zong Cheng’s own admission could be heard.
Zong Cheng slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say it wasn’t true.
But…
He clenched his fists.
“Y-yes.”
The hoarse voice startled even himself.
Hearing it, Mr. Yin was also a little shocked.
A mix of laugh and tears.
Zong Cheng truly was timid.
Still, a boyfriend deserved some care.
Seeing Zong Cheng being flustered like this, Mr. Yin felt a twinge of pity.
Next time, he could tease him again. This time, he’d let him off.
Mr. Yin held the box, approaching step by step.
Zong Cheng held his breath.
His heartbeat felt like it was being stomped on by Mr. Yin.
He had never felt so completely controlled by another person, yet strangely, it brought a thrilling happiness.
Mr. Yin stood before him, hand extended.
Zong Cheng wanted to dodge, but his subconscious kept him rooted.
Even with his face burning and mind fuzzy, he didn’t pull away.
“Worth praising.”
Mr. Yin looked at his flushed cheeks, feeling strangely dry-mouthed himself.
This was his boyfriend.
Timid, yes, but cute.
Most importantly, in his boyfriend’s eyes, he alone existed.
It felt… really good.
Mr. Yin’s fingers brushed over Zong Cheng’s clenched fists, and Zong Cheng instinctively relaxed.
A small box was slipped in.
He was stunned.
Then, a familiar body was pressed into his chest.
Zong Cheng clutched the box, instinctively wrapping his left arm around the person.
Next, his neck was hooked, his thin lips gently kissed with familiar warmth.
Mr. Yin’s voice, full of laughter, whispered by his ear,
“Since you gave me a gift, I’ll give you one too.”
His long thighs brushed against him. Zong Cheng froze like stone.
His heart started pounding wildly.
Could it be what he thought?
For the first time, Zong Cheng didn’t retreat.
Instead, he eagerly sought Mr. Yin’s gaze.
Their eyes locked.
Each only saw the other.
And, hidden deep within, their desire for one another burned fiercely.
Mr. Yin’s fingers grasped Zong Cheng’s slightly rough hair, and their parted lips barely gasped.
“This gift… you’ll have to unwrap yourself. Want to?”
Next second, Zong Cheng, cheeks blazing, hugged him tightly!
Mr. Yin panicked, clutching Zong Cheng’s head, but soon realized, smiling faintly.
He removed his fine shoes, using his toes to hint at a higher spot.
“To the lounge.”
Zong Cheng’s mind buzzed. He hugged Mr. Yin and stomped toward the lounge.
Hands never leaving Mr. Yin’s head, clutching the small box, diving straight in.
Passing the desk, his reddened eyes caught the bag. His hand acted faster than his brain, snagging the bag and disappearing into the lounge.
Fifteen minutes later.
Assistant A-Mao knocked, holding new files.
The muffled sounds of intimacy—soft panting, coarse breathing—immediately assaulted his ears.
?
!
Thinking for just 0.1 seconds, he dropped the files and bolted from the office.
Out the door, he thoughtfully closed it behind him.
Then dragged a chair to the doorway and started working there.
Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable!
Assistant A-Mao had a strange thrill on his face.
Being Mr. Yin’s assistant for so many years, he never thought he’d witness this!