“Signature? What signature?”
Zong Cheng blinked in confusion.
Could it be that Yin Chen was talking about the publication signature? But even if Yin Chen didn’t mention it, he would have naturally prepared it in advance for him…
His thoughts froze for a moment. His gaze fell on Yin Chen’s half-smile, teasing yet suggestive.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Cough, cough!
Could it possibly mean a technical signature? But… how would that even work? Where… where would it be signed?
His ears tingled slightly, his heartbeat quickened, and strangely, he felt a surge of anticipation.
“Ding~”
The notification sound went off suddenly. Yin Chen’s smile froze.
Was that his phone? He grabbed it casually and glanced at the screen.
Hmm?
The flirtatious tension vanished instantly.
Yin Chen eagerly opened the message.
Whoosh—!
Goodness gracious!
All he could say was, goodness gracious!
High Lawyer really is impressive!
Zong Cheng typed out a question mark, puzzled.
His signature? Right there in front of him, so sweet and enticing… a signature?
“Tsk tsk tsk, Dong Fang Wan really pulled it off, a complete reversal at the last moment?”
Yin Chen clicked his tongue.
Zong Cheng’s confusion deepened.
Suddenly, what did this have to do with Dong Fang Wan? Had he missed something?
Yin Chen looked at it for a moment and then seemed to remember something.
“Ah, right… in that case…”
Half an hour later.
Lin Yuhan, in pajamas, sat bewildered at the street-side diner beneath his building.
He glanced at Yin Chen, whose attire—though not a formal suit—stood out sharply in the casual diner, and then at Zong Cheng, dressed in a proper three-piece suit with the tie still neatly in place.
He froze.
Who was he? Where was he? What were they doing? What were they about to do?
The diner owner cheerfully placed a huge plate of spicy crayfish in front of them—truly, a massive plate.
Yin Chen looked at the plate and its generous portion, then slowly gave the owner a thumbs-up.
“Excellent.”
The owner laughed and turned to bring over a dozen beers. Free of charge.
Lin Yuhan gradually came to his senses.
He looked enviously at Yin Chen. “I come here often for late-night snacks. Why doesn’t the owner give me free beer?”
Next to him, the tall Zong Cheng…
Well, that left him alone to handle it all.
Lin Yuhan quietly placed the beers in front of him.
Since that’s the case… he would eat back his losses!
Turning frustration into appetite, Lin Yuhan put on gloves and started devouring the crayfish.
Between bites, he remembered his real purpose.
“Right, you wanted to see me about something?” he asked, glancing at Yin Chen.
Yin Chen had been busy recently; his purchased esports team had just made it to the quarter-finals, right? He should have been very busy…
Hmm?
Noticing Lin Yuhan’s gaze, Yin Chen gave a small smile.
This little bit of gossip time was absolutely necessary.
Zong Cheng said nothing, silently putting on gloves, peeling shells, dipping them in sauce, and holding a piece up to Yin Chen’s lips.
“Here, eat this.”
Yin Chen glanced at Zong Cheng.
“Thanks,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss the corner of Zong Cheng’s mouth.
Oh dear. That bite of crayfish just now had a hint of jealousy in it, it seemed. Yin Chen thought with a soft smile.
Zong Cheng hadn’t expected the kiss, paused for a moment, then smiled subtly and continued peeling.
“Sss—!”
Around them, the air-conditioned hum and occasional gasps filled the diner, mixed with excited chatter from a few girls nearby.
Lin Yuhan muttered internally, “Do these two have any awareness of public decency? In public… doing this?”
Scanning further, he noticed Zong Cheng’s flushed ears and Yin Chen’s smiling, playful eyes.
Better to just pretend he didn’t see anything.
“Oh, right, almost forgot the main point.”
Yin Chen casually rested his left hand on Zong Cheng’s sturdy thigh while handing Lin Yuhan his phone with the right.
“Take a look at this. Not sure if you’d be interested?”
“What is it?”
Did he really bring him out for late-night snacks just for this?
Lin Yuhan curiously took the phone, froze when he saw the screen.
“Dong Fang Wan?”
Lin Yuhan’s expression was calm. “What’s so special about him?” He was about to hand the phone back.
“Don’t rush. Take a closer look.”
Yin Chen held Zong Cheng’s hand, feeding some crayfish meat into Zong Cheng’s mouth.
“Eat a little too.”
…
Lin Yuhan couldn’t help noticing how much more uninhibited Yin Chen seemed compared to when he first met him, a mischievous streak clearly evident.
Well, better to focus on Dong Fang Wan for now.
Lin Yuhan looked at the phone, gradually stunned.
What… what was this?
He raised his head to look at Yin Chen.
Ah, finally seeing the point?
Yin Chen bit his finger playfully before releasing it.
“Dong Fang Wan’s second uncle is about to have a biological son, as you know.”
…
Who didn’t know? Newspapers and minor media had covered it, even trending online.
Lin Yuhan nodded quietly.
“His second uncle might be having a new child soon. The mother hasn’t given birth yet, but Dong Fang Wan already knows. Interestingly, Dong Fang Lie also knows that Dong Fang Wan knows.”
“…No nesting dolls, please.”
Lin Yuhan was speechless.
Yin Chen smiled silently. Knowledge is meant to be used, after all—what’s the point of keeping notes if not to apply them?
“So… what does this have to do with me?”
Lin Yuhan still didn’t understand. Yin Chen had come specifically to tell him about Dong Fang Wan’s situation?
Couldn’t be. The CEO of a major company doesn’t have this much free time, even when dating, to gossip around…
Lin Yuhan frowned in thought.
“Of course not. Pull up your Weibo, eat while you check.”
Yin Chen gave a mysterious smile. “Tonight… it’s going to be a sleepless night.”
The trap was set; now it was time to close it.
Lin Yuhan felt a chill run down his spine, silently taking out his phone to see what Yin Chen was hinting at.
Good grief! Tonight would be eventful!
By eleven that night, an inconspicuous Weibo post was slowly climbing the trending list:
“Threatened by a wealthy boss due to a seriously ill mother, I was forced to personally drug the wealthy boss’s nephew, and the reason is—!”
At first, it drew little attention. Some clicked through, muttering to themselves:
“I must be an idiot. This clickbait is obvious. Why did I even bother?”
“The editor has a problem? Posting such garbage titles?”
But the content inside was shocking.
The blogger revealed that to care for their mother’s health, they had been forced into marginal work, maintaining integrity as best as possible—until…
Originally only a companion, the blogger was coerced by a powerful heir into compromising themselves.
Their story, full of struggle and humiliation, also contained the hope that the wealthy heir might truly help treat their mother. Readers immediately empathized.
“This… this young man has it rough. Just a simple companion, now being forced to sell themselves… and in this day and age, people still abuse money to control others?”
“You can see the blogger struggled long before finally compromising. Sigh… I hope the heir treats them well and helps raise the mother’s medical fees.”
“Ah? The blogger’s latest Weibo… thinking carefully, it’s chilling!”
What had seemed an ordinary post quickly gained traction, with online detectives pointing out the key issues.
“Whoa! Check the blogger’s latest post—they said in a previous post their mother might be saved, but now they could be forced to act in hellish circumstances. Look at this latest one—does a rich person want them to drug someone tonight? A sharking situation? Whoa, whoa, whoa?”
“Ah?? Not possible, right? I’ll DM the blogger—report to the police! If they do it, the rich boss may not even pay, and if they harm someone, who will care for their mother?”
“Ward, ward! I… I reported it! Blogger, be safe!”
The post shot to the top, with worried netizens calling police.
Half an hour later:
Police verified the location, dispatched officers immediately.
Netizens anxiously awaited updates. Some prayed for the blogger’s safety.
An hour later:
The police confirmed: the three involved were safe, unharmed. Netizens exhaled in relief.
Then someone gasped:
“Wait??? So this is real? The rich boss actually threatened the blogger to drug someone?”
“No, isn’t the key point that it should involve two people, why are there three? I’m confused.”
“I care more—does this blogger commit a crime? Jail time?”
“Not easy to say. They were threatened, didn’t succeed. If sentenced, likely mild.”
“Only I am furious, wanting to skin this rich boss alive! How disgusting. Money doesn’t give the right to control others’ fate! I just want to know—can the police clarify? We deserve to know!”
“Copper ball! I want to know too! This is a lawful society, right?”
Lin Yuhan stared at the trending post, mouth agape, then looked at Yin Chen leaning against Zong Cheng, silently swallowing.
“What… what is going on here?”