Six Hundred Million Credited in One Day

Xu Yanche noticed that He Qing had been watching him the whole time.

When he turned to look, he saw He Qing staring at him with a deep gaze, apparently lost in thought.

He Qing: "Isn't my little wife going to explain herself to me?"

Xu Yanche seemed to think of something.

He leaned over and kissed He Qing on the lips.

If you want me to kiss you, just say so. Why are you playing at pure romance? Just say it—I'm not like I'd refuse to kiss you.

The tips of He Qing's ears reddened slightly. He wanted to say that wasn't what he meant.

But when he opened his mouth, he had no idea how to explain it.

Xu Yanche seemed to think of something else and stared at He Qing in shock.

Wait, is He Qing some kind of beast? What does opening his mouth mean? Does he want to French-kiss me in front of all these people? Are domineering CEOs all this shameless?

He Qing screamed wildly inside, writhing and crawling in dark, twisted agony.

That wasn't what he meant!

"Does the food suit your taste?"

He Qing immediately changed the subject, hoping to stop his little wife from letting his imagination run wild.

He felt that if he let Xu Yanche keep thinking, things would soon head in a direction unsuitable for children.

Xu Yanche had not started eating yet. At those words, he opened his boxed meal.

There were three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and white rice.

They were even his favorites: sweet-and-sour spare ribs, sweet-and-sour pork strips, fish-fragrant shredded pork, and braised eggplant.

He did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt that his portion was especially large.

Because He Qing had arrived, the director told everyone to eat first and resume filming afterward.

Otherwise, people who had to work while smelling the food from those eating would get distracted and fail to work properly.

Xu Yanche sampled every dish.

Then he said sincerely, "It's delicious. Thank you, Qingqing Darling~"

Could this dog of a man be trying to start some marry-first, fall-in-love-later plot with me? I wouldn't be against it. As long as the money is in place, I'll cooperate with all my might. Sigh, I just wonder when those three hundred million will arrive. Should I remind He Yumo? But I don't know how to bring it up.

Xu Yanche fretted.

Seeing that there was no boxed meal in front of He Qing, he picked up a piece of pork and held it to He Qing's lips.

His other hand was cupped beneath it to keep it from falling.

He Qing gave Xu Yanche a dark look.

Then he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and accepted his little wife's feeding.

His fondness for his little wife rose another notch.

He took out his phone and transferred three hundred million into Xu Yanche's bank card.

While eating, Xu Yanche heard his phone notification and picked it up to check.

Xu Yanche: "!" (^▽^)

Whoa, that's a whole lot of zeroes. Is this really three hundred million? It doesn't feel real.

He reached out and pinched He Qing's hand. When he saw it turn red, he confirmed that he was not dreaming.

"Qingqing Darling, you're so good to me~ You're simply the best person in the world."

Having money is so great. No, I need to post on Weibo and show it off.

Xu Yanche kissed He Qing on the lips, then began fiddling with his phone.

Since college, he had been doing voice acting as a side job. He had become somewhat well-known by now. Otherwise, acting alone definitely would not have been enough to pay for his mother's hospital bills.

He posted on Weibo using his voice actor account.

Long Aotian: Hehe, I received a huge sum of money today. I'm so happy.

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The attached image was a screenshot of the three-hundred-million transfer He Qing had just sent him.

Before long, the comments exploded.

Many voice actor friends he knew well left comments for him.

In high spirits, he replied to them one by one.

He Qing reached out and took Xu Yanche's phone. "Eat."

Xu Yanche pouted. "I'm not a child. Why do I need someone watching over me while I eat?"

But he only dared to mutter it under his breath, not say it loudly. After all, this God of Wealth had just transferred three hundred million to him.

Outwardly, he said shyly, "Okay, Qingqing Darling."

For fuck's sake, he's like an old nanny. Why isn't he eating himself? Why does he have to keep watching me?

He Qing glanced at Xu Yanche's account and memorized the username.

Then he turned off Xu Yanche's phone screen.

He took out his own phone, downloaded Weibo, registered an account, and searched for Long Aotian.

He followed Xu Yanche's voice actor account.

It seemed his little wife was very capable. He was excellent at studying, excellent at acting, and could even do voice work.

The rest of the crew secretly watched the interactions between Xu Yanche and He Qing.

Seeing them kiss, feed each other, and gaze at one another tenderly, they felt full from all the lovey-dovey sweetness.

They were way too sweet.

Domineering CEO × little-known actor, delicate little husband.

They quietly shipped the couple in their hearts.

After lunch, He Qing did not leave. Instead, he sat in a chair and waited for Xu Yanche to finish filming his scenes.

He Qing took out his phone and sent a message to the family group chat.

He Qing: I won't be going back tonight. I'm staying with Xu Yanche at the set.

At the He Household dining table, the three members of the He Household looked at He Qing's message. First came a stretch of silence, followed by relief.

Jiang Qian said, "That's wonderful. My son has finally figured things out. It really wasn't easy. Thank the Xu Household for being clever enough to send precious Yanyan to our family."

As she spoke, she pressed her palms together and recited a Buddhist invocation.

Meanwhile, He Jing was practically going mad.

As she ate, she stared at her study notes and recited key points silently in her mind, unable to take in anything else at all.

He Yumo seemed to remember something. "Right, we still haven't given Yanyan the three hundred million we promised him. Transfer it to him now."

Jiang Qian remembered it too. "Yes, yes, yes. Transfer it to Yanyan right now. Yanyan likes money so much that if he doesn't receive it soon, he might just fall apart entirely."

He Yumo transferred three hundred million into Xu Yanche's bank card.

Having just finished filming, Xu Yanche was holding He Qing's hand as they walked toward the hotel when he felt his phone vibrate.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

Oh-ho, another three hundred million had arrived.

Then he saw the message from He Yumo.

He Yumo: Yanyan, this is the three hundred million we promised you. I just remembered it.

Xu Yanche: "!"

Mm, this transfer is a little awkward. But He Qing already transferred three hundred million to me, so should I return these three hundred million to He Yumo? But I'd hate to send it back. If I don't, though, I'll feel uneasy.

After thinking it over for a long time, Xu Yanche sent He Yumo a message.

A Pool of Clear Water: Dad, He Qing has already transferred money to me. I'll return this amount to you.

He Yumo replied very quickly: It's fine, keep it. Our family isn't short on this little bit of money.

Xu Yanche felt as though he were floating. He suddenly possessed more than six hundred million, and it all felt unreal.

His eyes welled up so much that he was nearly crying.

A Pool of Clear Water: Thank you, Dad.

If the Xu Household knew I suddenly had more than six hundred million, they'd regret it to death. They sold their son into a marriage alliance with the He Household for one hundred million. They must never have imagined that I'd made over six hundred million less than three days after entering this family. They used to insult me so viciously, but now they can't afford to reach me.

Xu Yanche was in a great mood and took He Qing to a street stall for a late-night snack.

It was past nine at night, and the roadside food stalls were packed with people.

Most were students who had just gotten out of school or office workers who had just finished overtime.

It was He Qing's first time eating food from a street stall, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

But he did not want to dampen his little wife's enthusiasm.

So he could only suppress his discomfort and accompany his little wife to buy food.