Meeting room.
On the stage, the head of the planning department was drenched in cold sweat.
He held his breath, waiting and waiting.
The meeting room remained silent.
No one dared to speak.
All eyes quietly fixed on Zong Cheng, seated at the far end.
At the far end.
Zong Cheng stared at the head of the planning department with an expressionless face.
Today he wore a pure black suit, looking extremely solemn.
Someone couldn’t resist quietly opening their phone.
【Is it just me, or does Zong look even more imposing than before?!】
After a moment, people in the group chat chimed in.
【Damn, don’t mention it, I’m scared to death!!!】
【Poor department head, he’s been stared down for like five minutes, right? If it were me, I’d be dead in five seconds.】
【Well, that’s why he’s the department head. But… didn’t Zong Cheng and Yin have, cough cough, that thing? Weren’t they all sweet all the time? Why does he look so terrifying now?】
Just as someone was about to type, “Could it be relationship trouble?” Zong Cheng cleared his throat.
The person panicked, quickly putting away the phone and straightening up.
“This planning…”
Zong Cheng furrowed his brows slightly.
The head of the planning department’s heart tightened.
Could tonight be destined to be a sleepless night with mandatory overtime?
Next, a voice like heaven itself spoke.
“The planning is good. Go back and write it up in detail, then send it to me.”
Zong Cheng spoke slowly.
Saved!
The planning department head was elated.
“Yes! I’ll have them write it tonight right away!”
Zong Cheng paused.
His brows furrowed even tighter.
Did he say something wrong?
Zong Cheng waved his hand.
“Just hand it in by next Monday. The company’s business isn’t too heavy lately; there’s no need for meaningless overtime.”
Phew!
So that’s it!
Everyone exhaled in relief, then quietly listened as Zong Cheng announced the meeting’s end.
After Zong left, they leapt out of the meeting room like springing springs.
Today is a bright day!
No overtime! How wonderful~
Zong Cheng returned to the office, still frowning.
He took out his phone and glanced at it.
A few words were faintly visible—“don’t like on…”
Scrolling through the replies, his frown deepened.
Rooftop pool?
He hadn’t.
Floor-to-ceiling windows?
Wouldn’t people see?
Swing in the garden?
That would probably be even more visible.
But Yin’s villa seemed to fit the bill.
Looking around, he realized only the bathroom and kitchen fit the reply.
However!
The likes for bathroom and kitchen were the fewest.
Could it be that the swing and the floor-to-ceiling windows were more popular?
Zong Cheng frowned as he scrolled, then couldn’t resist calling the finance department.
“How much liquid capital does the company currently have?”
Finance quickly replied with a number that didn’t satisfy Zong Cheng.
It wasn’t small, but could it cover a villa with a swing, an open-air pool, and a garden?
He vaguely recalled Yin’s villa costing several hundred million.
The thought made his brows furrow even more.
Right.
Zong Cheng suddenly remembered something and dialed a slightly unfamiliar number.
“QUQ! You heartless person, you finally thought of me!”
Receiving Zong Cheng’s call made Qi, the editor, feel as if this was the best day ever!
Flowers bloomed, birds sang, spring had arrived!
“….”
Does he always act this nauseatingly excited?
Zong Cheng glanced at his phone with mild disdain and then calmly said,
“I need to consult you about copyright matters.”
Copyright!
Consult!
Could it really be that spring was coming?
Qi, the editor, immediately perked up, his hair seeming darker and shinier.
“What do you need to consult? Just ask!”
“It’s not convenient to discuss over the phone. Let’s set a time—face-to-face.”
Zong Cheng glanced at the computer clock.
It was almost noon; he should go pick up Yin for lunch!
“No problem! How about Saturday at nine in the morning?”
Qi immediately agreed.
He actually preferred today, but today wasn’t feasible.
“Fine, then it’s settled.”
Zong Cheng hung up, calmly tidied his things, and prepared to leave work.
He agreed!
He actually agreed!
Qi was overjoyed.
“What’s wrong?”
The team leader passed by and saw him, surprised.
Qi grabbed the leader’s sleeve, sharing his happiness.
“He invited me to discuss copyright! QUQ, my signed edition might finally happen!”
The team leader blinked.
“Who—Zong Cheng agreed?”
Also surprised, “Then go negotiate! Can you do it? If not, we’ll go together!”
“Yes, yes! I can go too!”
“Yeah, let’s all go together, why not?”
“Last time I couldn’t get a chance to ask for a signature, really frustrated me!”
Qi noticed their pure-love team suddenly all popping up and went silent.
“Are you having a meeting or is this an elementary school outing? Dragging kids along too!”
Zong Cheng arrived at Yin’s company. The front desk had been informed and warmly guided him to the executive elevator.
She watched him go, then couldn’t resist posting in the group:
【Zong is picking up Yin for lunch again! What kind of divine love is this?!】
【? Again? Damn, won’t they get sick of each other being so clingy? I stare at my boyfriend every day at lunch and I get tired of his face! If I see it more, I’d throw up!】
【? Honestly, you should find a handsome boyfriend like Zong and Yin, even save on meals!】
【True! But seriously, their relationship is really good!】
Zong Cheng smoothly went upstairs and knocked on the office door.
No response.
He paused.
Could Yin be in a meeting?
Thinking it over, he opened the door to wait.
Inside, a half-visible figure was slumped over the desk.
Zong Cheng froze.
He gently closed the door behind him.
Tiptoeing closer, he was stunned.
Yin was asleep?
His perfect jawline looked like the finest art.
Strands of hair fell slightly over his eyes, moving with his long eyelashes as he breathed evenly—an angel in human form.
Zong Cheng stared for a while and couldn’t resist.
He quietly pulled out his phone to capture the moment.
Click.
The faint sound startled Yin, who immediately opened his eyes.
The angelic, harmless aura vanished.
A dominating presence radiated from him; his eyes under long lashes were those of an unyielding creator.
Next second, his expression softened, with a gentle smile and subtle affection.
Zong Cheng was captivated by the change.
“You were taking a picture?”
Yin tilted his chin, smiling.
Not bad.
Even this timid one knows to sneak a picture of him asleep?
Though he wondered what use it could be.
Recently, he hadn’t seen Zong use his photo as a screensaver.
“Ahem.”
Caught red-handed, Zong Cheng felt embarrassed.
His eyes darted side to side, trying to change the topic.
“Why did you fall asleep? Working too hard?”
Yin’s expression paused slightly.
He looked seriously at Zong Cheng.
Zong Cheng looked confused.
Was he really asleep at the desk? Shouldn’t Zong Cheng know this?
If not for excessive nightly workouts, how could he be this tired in the daytime?
Yin pondered.
His gaze swept over Zong Cheng again.
Zong Cheng blushed slightly.
He seemed to understand.
He thought for a moment, then whispered,
“Then… tonight, in bed?”
Absolutely not!
Yin shook his head immediately.
“It’s fine. I’ll just leave work an hour early to nap next time.”
Yin simply didn’t like doing it in bed?
Zong Cheng was slightly troubled.
Then his villa… should he buy it soon?
Preferably on a mountaintop, far from anyone.
Otherwise, the swing and garden probably wouldn’t work.
“Let’s go. What do you want for lunch?”
Completely unaware of Zong Cheng’s thoughts, Yin stood and naturally extended his hand.
Zong Cheng took it, his voice low and sexy.
“You said you wanted hotpot last time, right? I booked the place we went to before. Shall I bring a change of clothes?”
He paused, then added,
“But you can only have the clear broth. Their clear broth is good though.”
Why only clear broth? Couldn’t you reconsider this?
Yin raised an eyebrow but agreed.
After all, standing postures were his own idea.
Pursuing temporary pleasure always comes with a price.
He can handle it.
After lunch, they changed and walked around nearby.
Mainly to let the wind carry away the hotpot smell from their hair.
As they walked, Yin’s pace faltered slightly.
He tugged Zong Cheng’s hand, pointing.
“Look over there. Isn’t that that old man, Dongfang Lie?”
Zong Cheng followed the direction.
If not Dongfang Lie, then who?
Dongfang Lie looked vigorous, carefully holding the hand of a young woman.
Most notably, her belly was visibly rounded.
He seemed to have just taken her shopping, carrying several gift bags.
Soon, they got into a black car and disappeared.
It’s him.
Zong Cheng nodded.
Even though Dongfang Lie tried to appear younger and in disguise, he was still recognizable.
“What’s his relationship with that woman?”
Yin looked puzzled too.
If he remembered correctly, Dongfang Lie shouldn’t be able to father children now.
But that woman? Her belly?
Her posture—surely she’s not being cheated on willingly?
Zong Cheng had heard about this too and shared the confusion.
“Probably a mistress? But…”
“Oh right.”
Yin took out his phone.
“Dongfang Wan and the others probably don’t know the good news yet. I should be a good person and tell them!”
No need to thank me!