Can't You Think Better of Yourself?

This time, He Qing had finished up all his work for the next few days just to keep his little wife company.

While Xu Yanche was filming, he sat below and watched attentively.

Once Xu Yanche wrapped up his scene, He Qing took him out for good food and massaged his shoulders.

Xu Yanche greatly enjoyed He Qing's massage. It felt very comfortable.

He drank AD Calcium while reading the script, enjoying He Qing's shoulder-massaging service.

Who would've thought that such a domineering CEO could massage someone's shoulders? That's really rare. And the pressure is just right. His temper is so steady too—it's already been twenty minutes. Aren't his hands sore?

He Qing picked up the fruit platter beside him and placed it before Xu Yanche. "Eat more fruit."

Xu Yanche accepted it with a grin. "Thanks, Qingqing Darling."

I didn't expect Qingqing Darling to be so good at taking care of people. I wonder if he's taken care of someone else before.

He Qing: "..."

He looked at Xu Yanche with dark eyes.

Beneath those calm eyes lurked stormy waves, as though he might swallow Xu Yanche whole the next second.

Xu Yanche speared a piece of mango and held it to He Qing's lips. "Qingqing Darling, have some mango."

Actually, Xu Yanche was somewhat allergic to mangoes.

But he had been rebellious since childhood.

He absolutely refused to believe that it was an allergy, so he saved up for a long time and bought all kinds of mangoes, repeatedly eating them and going to the hospital.

Eventually, he reached a conclusion: he could only eat one large mango, three small mangoes, or one and a half medium mangoes.

Any more than that, and he would have an allergic reaction.

When he reached that conclusion, he felt that his persistence had paid off. He believed he had eaten his allergy into submission.

There was quite a lot of mango in this fruit platter. If he finished it, he would have an allergic reaction. He would feed half to He Qing first, then eat the rest himself.

I'm such a clever little genius. If I feed half the mango to He Qing and eat the rest myself, I won't have an allergic reaction.

He Qing reached out and caught Xu Yanche's hand.

He took the fruit platter and picked out all the mango pieces.

His expression was somewhat cold.

Even when he spoke to Xu Yanche, his tone was not very pleasant.

"You're allergic to mangoes, yet you still took it. Were you planning to eat it and end up in the hospital?"

Xu Yanche froze for a moment.

Just as He Qing thought Xu Yanche had been hurt because he had spoken too harshly—

He saw excitement shining in Xu Yanche's eyes as he leaned closer. "Wow, Qingqing Darling, you actually said so many words in one go. That's amazing."

The anger in He Qing's heart was extinguished by Xu Yanche's words.

He Qing picked out every last piece of mango.

Only after confirming there was no mango left did he place the bowl back in Xu Yanche's hands. "Eat."

Xu Yanche studied He Qing, then, while He Qing was not paying attention, poured half the mango pieces that had just been picked out back into the bowl.

He mixed it up and happily ate the fruit.

He Qing's expression darkened. His face had already looked unfriendly, but now he seemed even more unapproachable.

What's wrong with him now? Don't tell me he's upset because I didn't feed him?

He speared a piece of banana with his fork and held it to He Qing's lips. "Here, Qingqing Darling, eat."

The little bit of unhappiness in He Qing's heart eased slightly.

He opened his mouth and ate the banana by his lips.

"If you can't eat mangoes, don't eat them."

Xu Yanche refused. "No way. Mangoes are delicious."

He Qing: "..."

Fine, fine, fine. There was absolutely no way to communicate with him.

Xu Yanche rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a carton of yogurt, pouring it into the bowl.

Then he grabbed some nuts, poured them in, and mixed everything evenly.

He poured a little into He Qing's bowl.

This way, I won't have to feed He Qing, and I can eat more myself too. Compared to feeding a handsome man, I prefer having a handsome man feed me. But looking at He Qing, there's no way he'll take the initiative to feed me.

He Qing gave Xu Yanche a dark look.

While Xu Yanche was happily eating—

He took out his phone and snapped several pictures of Xu Yanche.

Then he fiddled with his phone, selected a few pictures, and posted them on Weibo.

His little wife did not have many fans yet, so he would be his little wife's number-one fan.

He would post beautiful photos of his little wife every day and help his little wife gain followers.

When he put down his phone, he saw his little wife stealthily reaching out, trying to steal his portion of fruit salad and eat it.

But before his hand had even reached halfway, He Qing noticed.

He Qing took the bowl and began personally feeding Xu Yanche.

Xu Yanche was somewhat flattered.

Oh my, what have I done to deserve a CEO worth tens of billions feeding me? Does this prove that this big CEO is afraid of me?

The faint ripple that had just arisen in He Qing's heart vanished at once.

Was it possible that he was spoiling him and trying to build their relationship—

Rather than being afraid of him?

Couldn't he think better of himself?

He Qing's expression, which had only just softened, darkened again.

Yet Xu Yanche had no intention of coaxing him at all. He smiled carelessly. "Qingqing Darling, I think you should enter a face-changing competition."

He Qing: "..."

He angrily set down the bowl and repeatedly calmed himself.

Telling himself not to get angry.

Xu Yanche saw that He Qing's complexion did not look very good and sincerely asked, "Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

He Qing glared angrily at Xu Yanche, then stood up in a huff and left.

Xu Yanche found it rather baffling. He picked up the bowl and continued eating by himself.

What the hell? If feeding me disgusts him, then he shouldn't feed me. He fed me two bites and then stopped. Next time, I'm not sharing anything with He Qing. He's acting like he's sick.

He Qing, who had not gone far, heard Xu Yanche's thoughts and was so dazed that he nearly tripped on level ground.

Fortunately, no one saw.

He turned back toward Xu Yanche and found that Xu Yanche had not even glanced at him. He merely sat there, eating while reading the script.

He did not spare He Qing a single look.

That made him even angrier.

An angry He Qing went drinking at a bar with several friends.

Inside the bar's private room, dim lighting fell across He Qing.

It made the sulking He Qing seem even more gloomy and unapproachable.

The few friends were all people He Qing had grown up with.

Yang Huaichuan wore gold-rimmed glasses with a chain and lounged against the sofa, swirling the drink in his hand with a gossipy expression. "Well, well, who made our President He angry? A man who rarely comes to bars suddenly remembered bars exist. And he was the one who suggested it. How rare."

Before inheriting the family business, Yang Huaichuan had been a race car driver and won several respectable awards. Only three years ago had he gradually begun taking over the family business.

Zhan Yushan, who knew the inside story, said with a grin, "I know this one. He must have been snubbed by that little wife of his. Hahahaha."

But after laughing for only a moment, he received a knife-sharp glare from He Qing.

Yang Huaichuan smiled meaningfully. "Who would've thought our President He is henpecked? Then you'd better drink less. Otherwise, when your wife comes to hold you accountable, we'll be the ones suffering."

Zhan Yushan nodded in strong agreement. "Right, right, right. I think that makes sense."

He Qing threw a sofa cushion at Zhan Yushan. "Sense my ass."

Zhan Yushan was shocked. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. We haven't seen each other for just a few days, and President He has already learned to swear."

At that moment, the private room door opened, and a man wearing black shorts and a black T-shirt, along with a mask, walked in.

The man had sharp brows, bright eyes, long legs, and a tall build. He was Zhou Jinsu, the currently popular Best Actor.

He was the Zhou Household parents' youngest child, born late in life.

The Zhou Household's eldest brother now held power, while Zhou Jinsu had entered the entertainment industry to act and pursue his dream.

Zhou Jinsu raised his brows slightly. "President He knows how to drown his sorrows in alcohol too? When I saw the message today, I thought I was seeing things."

Zhan Yushan eagerly moved forward and poured Zhou Jinsu a drink. "Come on, bro, have a drink. You promised to get me that autograph last time. Did you get it?"

Zhou Jinsu took several postcards from his pocket and handed them to Zhan Yushan.

Looking at the genuine autographs, Zhan Yushan was overjoyed.

They were autographs from his favorite foreign male celebrity.

After a long silence, He Qing said, "How do you let someone know you want to build a relationship with them? My friend asked me to ask."

The moment he said that, the other three fell silent.

That sounded rather fake.

While they were silent, the private room door was pushed open again. The last to arrive was Ling Xu, the busiest member of their little group.

When Ling Xu applied to university, he got into the police academy and became a police officer after graduation.

After years of hard work, he had become the captain of the criminal investigation unit.

He was the kind of child their parents always compared others to.

Because of Ling Xu, the families close to him did not dare commit any offenses. They behaved themselves, afraid Ling Xu would put justice above family ties.

Ling Xu already looked rather fierce. During one mission, he was injured in the face. Fortunately, his eyes had not been hurt. After the wound healed, a long scar remained, running across his entire face from his right brow bone to the left corner of his mouth.

It made him look even fiercer.

It was said that a newly arrived female police intern in his unit had once been frightened to tears after Ling Xu reprimanded her.

Ling Xu glanced at the four silent men. "Why is it so quiet? Don't worry, I won't treat you like criminals."

He discreetly glanced at Zhou Jinsu, who was sitting beside Zhan Yushan.

Then he took the seat on Zhou Jinsu's other side.

Zhan Yushan immediately gave a vivid account of how He Qing was afraid of his wife.

Without drawing attention to it, Ling Xu swapped out the alcohol in Zhou Jinsu's hand for juice.

Then he poured himself a glass of juice as well.

After that, he calmly gave He Qing some advice. "What's so difficult about that? Just say it boldly. Old He, don't be embarrassed. You haven't even registered your marriage with him yet. Though you're engaged, you haven't held an engagement ceremony either."

"Besides, you're five years older than him. He's twenty-two this year, only recently out of school, and good-looking too. There must be plenty of people pursuing him. If you keep being someone who can't squeeze out a word even after three hits—"

"And make him guess everything, then when he runs off with someone else, you'll have plenty of time to cry."