Brief Peaceful Coexistence

Over the next few days, the three of them seemed to return to their former normal lives, maintaining a rare balance and peace on the surface.

Cen Muxiao spent his days at the company. He left after breakfast every morning and returned home promptly after work each night, as though he were truly in the sweet early days of marriage, hurrying home every day to see his lovely wife.

At the company, the hearts of his adoring male and female fans had shattered all over the floor. Whenever they saw President Cen so anxious to get home, they could not help clicking their tongues. The allure of hiding a beauty away in a golden house was truly immense!

What made them even more curious was just how Madam Cen had managed it.

In only a few days of marriage, she had transformed a workaholic who treated the company as his home into such a family-oriented good man!

But no one who knew nothing of the situation could have imagined that this domineering CEO had not only hidden a beauty in a golden house—he had hidden two of them.

And the reason he rushed home every day was not to enjoy tender moments with his newlywed wife. It was because he worried whether the two people at home might clash. One was someone he had to guard against, while the other was someone he had to protect.

Was this really something a domineering CEO was supposed to do?

Yet after several days, things had gone unexpectedly smoothly. Guo Lantai and Song Anning had actually coexisted peacefully, each minding his own business.

Every day, Uncle Meng would enter the study and carefully report the situation at home to him. Other than seeing each other at lunch, the two were practically strangers who never interacted.

Even during meals, they were exceptionally harmonious and quiet. They occasionally exchanged glances, but those vanished in an instant. Uncle Meng's eyesight was poor, and he truly could not catch any useful information.

All he could see was that it seemed neither of them had the other in his eyes. Each simply guarded his own little patch of territory and focused earnestly on eating!

It left Uncle Meng with no good material to gossip about with his young master. Those two were clearly so evenly matched that sparks should fly, yet they could actually tolerate being ignored and slighted by each other.

Later, Uncle Meng figured it out. Wasn't it because their young master was not home? Whether they argued or fought, there was no young master there to settle the dispute. They were simply too lazy to keep acting!

But that did not seem right either. If they wanted to make trouble for each other, shouldn't they avoid witnesses? There were quite a few blind spots in the villa's surveillance coverage. Whoever disliked the other could just drag him over and teach him a lesson!

That would be better than this battlefield without smoke!

Whenever Uncle Meng thought of this, he could not help slapping himself. What was he thinking? Did he want his young master's household to fall into chaos?

Yet for some reason, he truly wanted to watch the show. He could not help wondering: if they really fought it out, which of those two ancestors would stand a better chance of winning?

Cen Muxiao's instinct, meanwhile, told him that Guo Lantai's behavior was abnormal. Perhaps he was plotting something in secret, merely waiting for an opportunity to lash out at Song Anning.

Fortunately, Song Anning had serious matters to attend to. He was busy every day preparing to enter the entertainment industry, so naturally he would not waste his energy dealing with Guo Lantai.

Still, it was good enough if things could remain this way for a while. Once Cen Muxiao finished handling the backlog of work on his hands over the next few days, he would devote more manpower and resources to advancing the cooperative project between the Cen family and the Guo Family. Whether he and Song Anning could end up together or not, he would not allow Guo Lantai to remain with the Cen family for too long.

The sooner the cooperation was completed, the sooner this pointless marriage could end cleanly.

As for the so-called lovely wife at home, Guo Lantai, aside from going downstairs to eat, spent all his time on the third floor. When sleepy, he curled up in his room for a nap. When bored, he went to the tea room for tea and pastries. When stifled, he went to the rooftop terrace to stretch his legs, admire the view, and breathe some fresh air. He was quite content.

As for the gym, he took one look and gave up. What was the point of working out alone? There was no passion in it at all!

Compared to Song Anning on the second floor, Guo Lantai was clearly much more at ease. The entire third floor was his space to move around in. When he had spent enough time by himself, he would also go downstairs to chat and gossip with Uncle Meng.

Whenever Song Anning saw him, it was as if he had seen the plague. He generally did not even greet him, simply turning around and leaving.

He absolutely refused to stay in the same room as him!

Whenever that happened, Guo Lantai would give Uncle Meng a helpless smile and say that Song Anning seemed more like the newlywed wife Cen Muxiao had brought home. He really did not treat himself like an outsider!

At such times, Uncle Meng could only smile along and offer a few words of comfort, though inwardly he could not help feeling indignant on his behalf. Mr. Guo, why are you bothering with him? If he's an outsider, then you're not an insider either!

Their young master did not acknowledge him as his wife. Didn't he have any idea of that himself?

However, Guo Lantai was not truly idle enough to grow mold. The domineering CEO was busy with his career, and the green tea was busy debuting. Naturally, he could not lose at the starting line.

He had said he would not freeload, and he had plans for the future as well.

First, to prevent that green tea from stirring up trouble and harming him for no reason, he bought several extremely sophisticated miniature pinhole cameras and installed them in key locations around his room. That way, he could keep a close watch on everything that happened whenever outsiders entered.

The Cen Family Villa had excellent security, with surveillance equipment installed in nearly every public area. However, no cameras were installed in rooms involving the owners' privacy.

Guo Lantai did not have the nerve to secretly install surveillance devices elsewhere, so he could only put more thought into his own room. Who knew when Song Anning might come looking for him again? One careless mistake, and he could easily fall into his trap. There was nothing wrong with taking precautions in advance.

At the very least, if the two of them got into an argument and Cen Muxiao unhesitatingly chose to believe Song Anning, he would not be left isolated and helpless, with no one to speak up for him. Then he would let the evidence refute them.

This had also been inspired by what happened in the private room at Golden Pavilion. People who loved acting should be exposed to the cameras at all times.

Besides that, there was the livestreaming equipment he had brought from home. For the time being, he could not return to the Guo Family, nor could he enter Guo Group to help out. As for Cen Group, he had even less hope of getting in. Cen Muxiao probably would not even let him through the door.

Song Anning could enter the entertainment industry, and it was not as though Guo Lantai lacked the ability to do the same. He simply had not received formal training, so people would inevitably criticize him for it.

As the plot developed, he and Song Anning, both connected to Cen Muxiao, would gradually enter the public eye. It would be easy for people to compare them, and he had no intention of becoming Song Anning's foil.

Therefore, Guo Lantai planned to start with livestreaming. He loved singing, and he sang quite well. Combined with his handsome face that could charm crowds, starting out as a minor internet celebrity would not be bad.

And there was another very important point: he was waiting. Waiting for Song Anning to successfully enter Lehong Entertainment, waiting for him to be lifted high on a pedestal, then slowly controlled by Wu Tianyong until he gradually became unable to act of his own will.

By then, perhaps Cen Muxiao would still be his savior, but he would no longer be the white moonlight in Cen Muxiao's heart!