There's a Word for Showing Off

Xu Yanche successfully failed to get out of bed that morning.

He slept straight through until noon.

The moment he climbed out of bed, his waist ached, and he flopped back onto the mattress unsteadily.

Xu Yanche punched the bed in irritation.

"Fuck, that bastard's stamina is ridiculously good."

"I told him to stop, but he just wouldn't."

He sprawled on the bed for a while to recover, then grabbed his clothes and put them on.

Supporting his waist, he slowly got out of bed.

"What a heartless man. The moment he pulls up his pants, he acts like he doesn't know me. He doesn't even know how to show some concern."

Xu Yanche picked up his phone and went downstairs.

He saw the messages He Qing had sent him.

7:00

Qingqing Darling: If you don't feel well after waking up, report to Starsea in a few days. I've already spoken to the people there. Your manager has already gone to report in, and from now on, she'll only be managing you.

9:00

Qingqing Darling: Are you awake? Have you eaten?

10:00

Qingqing Darling: Still not awake? What do you want for lunch? I'll bring it home for you.

10:30

Qingqing Darling: Are you awake yet?

11:00

Qingqing Darling: [Image][Image]

Qingqing Darling: Which of these gemstone bracelets do you like? They're new products sent over by one of the companies under us.

Qingqing Darling: Each one is worth three million on the market.

Qingqing Darling: I'll have both wrapped up and sent to you. If you don't like them, I'll buy you something else.

11:20

Qingqing Darling: This time, it was my fault. It won't happen again.

Qingqing Darling: Yanyan, are you angry?

Xu Yanche stared at the long string of messages from He Qing, as well as the one million He Qing had transferred into his account ten minutes ago, and fell silent.

So he had gotten rich again just by taking a nap?

Why had he never realized making money could be this easy before?

He was feeling a little lightheaded with delight.

Xu Yanche typed as he went downstairs.

A Pool of Clear Water: I'm not angry. I want a roujiamo and cold dressed fish jelly.

He Qing, who was in a meeting, heard his exclusive message notification go off and visibly brightened.

Even when faced with a subordinate's utterly nonsensical proposal, he was gentler than usual in telling them to redo it.

The subordinate presenting the proposal felt as though it wasn't real. Although the president's expression looked no different from usual, there was clear happiness in his eyes.

After the meeting, He Qing picked up his phone and looked at Xu Yanche's message.

Then he replied.

He Qing: Okay. I'll buy it and bring it home shortly.

Xu Yanche, who was sprawled on the living room sofa petting the cat, saw He Qing's reply.

He immediately replied.

A Pool of Clear Water: You're bringing it yourself?

Qingqing Darling: Mm.

A Pool of Clear Water: Qingqing Darling, isn't that inappropriate? It's too much trouble, isn't it?

Qingqing Darling: It's not troublesome.

Xu Yanche happily picked up Zero Zero and kissed its forehead several times.

"Hahahahaha, He Qing is so cute. Hahahaha."

Zero Zero: "..."

Zero Zero felt that its host was saying one thing and meaning another. Maybe he thought the money He Qing gave him was cute.

Besides, that He Qing looked icy cold. He wasn't cute at all.

Xu Yanche lay on the sofa, petting the cat as he messaged Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue: I have several male lead scripts here. You can pick a few when the time comes.

A Pool of Clear Water: Male lead? Are you sure? A total flop like me can still get male lead roles? Won't they lose even their underwear?

Zhang Yue: Oh, you do have some self-awareness. That's a relief. They're only letting you act because of your connection to the He Household, so we need to seize these resources and rapidly raise your standing.

A Pool of Clear Water: Do you think I can do it?

Zhang Yue: You can. I'll send you several digital scripts now so you can take a look. Then I'll get you into a variety show. Have a good time—no, make good money.

Just as Xu Yanche and Zhang Yue were chatting enthusiastically, an order came in.

A Pool of Clear Water: I won't talk to you now. I've got work. I'm going upstairs to re-record an order. Hahahahaha, time to make money.

Zhang Yue: ...

Xu Yanche excitedly carried Zero Zero upstairs to retrieve his headphones and laptop.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet and began dubbing.

When He Qing came through the door carrying roujiamo and packaged cold fish jelly,

he heard a sinister laugh, a voice laden with grief and weathered sorrow. "Hahahahaha, how laughable. Why should the morality and righteousness you people speak of be bought with my family's lives? Why? You all have to die. None of you will survive."

He Qing's first thought was that he had walked into the wrong house.

Seeing Xu Yanche sitting cross-legged on the floor, busy at work, surprised him somewhat.

This month, he had listened to all the works Xu Yanche had dubbed before.

He was a talented and hardworking voice actor. His performances fit the roles perfectly, and his vocal versatility was strong.

Knowing that was one thing. Hearing it with his own ears was another.

It was a small shock.

When he looked up and saw He Jing leaning over the railing, watching below with great interest, He Qing frowned. Why hadn't she gone to school?

He Jing gestured that her school was off today.

He Qing: "..." What the hell were those gestures supposed to mean?

Xu Yanche heard the door open, glanced over, re-recorded the part the client had asked him to redo, and sent it off.

He Qing placed the food Xu Yanche wanted on the coffee table.

"Why did you come downstairs? Why aren't you lying down upstairs? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Jeez, why does this bastard wear a suit every single day? Does he not own any other clothes?

Zero Zero: Host, you don't understand. He's a president. There's a word for showing off, get it?

Xu Yanche: That makes some sense.

Zero Zero: I think so too.

Xu Yanche: But in that suit, he really looks like an insurance salesman.

Zero Zero reexamined He Qing, who was arranging the food. Host, now that you mention it, he really does look a little like one.

Xu Yanche: Right?

Zero Zero: Right.

He Jing, leaning over the upstairs railing, was already laughing so hard she could barely contain herself.

Looking at her brother now, she felt he really did look the part. How had she never noticed before?

By accident, she let out a laugh.

Xu Yanche looked upstairs. "Why didn't you go to school?"

He Qing added, "Why didn't you go to school?"

He Jing: "..."

"Big brothers, my school is off today. Can't you show a little more concern for your little sister?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xu Yanche give her a gentle smile.

That smile was captivating, almost bewitching.

Especially with the love bites still on Xu Yanche's neck and his lazy posture, he looked even more alluring.

But He Jing somehow felt that the smile was anything but simple. She wanted to run, but it was already too late.

"You're right, little sister. So I sent the test papers I personally prepared a few days ago to your phone. Print them out later. Once you finish them, I'll take a look."

He Jing: "..." I knew it.

He Qing picked Xu Yanche up from the floor and naturally set him on his lap.

He also casually moved Zero Zero, which had been curled up against Xu Yanche, aside.

Zero Zero: "..." Bastard.

Though there wasn't a single crack in He Qing's expression, he was nervous to death inside.

Although they had been intimately involved last night,

his little wife was beautiful, and when he smiled at him so seductively, He Qing felt a little embarrassed.

His heart was beating fast.

Xu Yanche did not notice at all.

He happily wrapped his arms around He Qing's neck and kissed the man's lips. "Qingqing Darling, give me a kiss."

Come on, smile for me. Hehehe, why do I feel like He Qing looks like a weak, virtuous husband being teased by me right now? No, no, this guy is anything but weak. That bastard nearly worked my waist apart last night.

Zero Zero immediately blocked him out.

This was not something a little system like it could listen to. It was still young.

He Jing, carrying the freshly printed test papers downstairs, froze mid-step.

He Jing stared blankly. My brother is that fierce? Did twenty-seven years of holding back break him?