The Man I Set My Sights On Is Truly Exceptional

Xu Yanche prepared the self-heating hot pot, put the lid on, and waited for fifteen minutes before eating.

He bounced into the bathroom.

Looking at He Qing, who was washing his hands, he showed off his newly dyed white hair.

"Look, look! Does it look good? I specially picked this color and dyed it myself. Wasn't it a success? Isn't it awesome?"

[Hurry up and praise me, hurry up and praise me. This is my first time dyeing my own hair, and it turned out so well. If you praise me, I'll reward myself by kissing He Qing.]

Listening to Xu Yanche's thoughts, He Qing tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

He maintained his usual cool expression.

Unhurriedly, he used a towel to wipe the water droplets from his face and hands.

Then he reached out and ruffled Xu Yanche's fluffy hair. "Mm, very good. Very impressive."

Xu Yanche's eyes sparkled, and he was delighted.

"I think I'm pretty impressive too."

While He Qing wasn't paying attention, Xu Yanche pressed him against the wall in a kabedon.

With a wicked smile, he lifted He Qing's chin and prepared to kiss him.

Though He Qing looked calm on the surface, the faint red at the tips of his ears betrayed him.

He was a little nervous, and a little expectant.

Just as the two were about to kiss—

Xu Yanche's door was knocked on.

He Qing was not in a good mood.

His little wife had practically been about to kiss him. Who was this killjoy with no sense of timing?

Xu Yanche quickly pecked He Qing on the lips.

Then he went to open the door.

He Qing's expression darkened frighteningly.

Xu Yanche opened the door and looked at Director Chai standing outside, somewhat puzzled.

It was nearly one in the morning. What did Director Chai want with him?

His gaze dropped to the huge bag of snacks in Director Chai's hand, and his eyes lit up.

Xu Yanche smiled. "Director, is there something you need?"

[Did he come to bring me snacks? No, wait, it's nearly one in the morning. He isn't going to pull me into some late-night script session, is he? That won't do.]

[Director Chai is handsome, but he's still not as handsome as my Qingqing Darling.]

Director Chai looked at Xu Yanche, who was leaning lazily against the doorframe, then at He Qing emerging from the bathroom with an unpleasant expression.

Especially the way He Qing looked at him—with killing intent.

He immediately knew he had probably interrupted something good.

Director Chai swiftly stuffed the bag of snacks into Xu Yanche's arms. "Hahaha, thank you, President He, for investing in the production. This is just a small token from the crew. You two should get some sleep early."

After saying that, he ran off in a flash.

He ran so fast that his flip-flops nearly flew off.

Looking at the snacks in his arms, Xu Yanche was briefly bewildered, then distressed.

[Aaaaah! If I'd known, I would've gone out to buy things later. Then I wouldn't have had to spend money.]

Xu Yanche shut the door.

Happily, he walked over to the cabinet and poured out the snacks.

He sorted them into categories.

Then he took his backpack and packed in some drinks, dorayaki, and little cakes.

The crew would officially begin filming tomorrow.

He needed to pack some snacks.

If someone kept messing up, filming would drag on later and later.

He could eat snacks when he got hungry.

Xu Yanche unwrapped a taro-flavored dorayaki and held it to He Qing's lips, speaking as if coaxing a child. "Qingqing Darling, try this. This flavor is delicious. The red bean flavor is good too. Is it good?"

[Good things should be shared. Qingqing Darling looks like he's never had snacks before, so I'll make up for it. Then whenever Qingqing Darling visits the set in the future, he'll bring me lots of snacks. I'm such a genius.]

It was a little sweet, but still acceptable.

"It's good."

Xu Yanche watched He Qing's lips part and close. They looked very kissable.

He leaned closer and politely asked, "Can I kiss you?"

He Qing replied, "Mm."

He Qing thought, It seems my little wife really likes this face of mine. Didn't he used to kiss me whenever he wanted? Why is he asking this time?

...--...

"Yanyan...?"

Every part of his body clamored that he could, that he absolutely could.

But in the end, reason won out.

He crawled out of He Qing's arms.

"No, I still need to eat, and I have a big order to finish. I need to make money to support the family."

He Qing: "..."

He Qing tried to calm down, but failed.

Xu Yanche sat on a chair and lifted the lids off both self-heating hot pots.

A rich hot pot aroma hit him in the face and instantly filled the room.

That tempting scent made his mouth flood with saliva, and his throat unconsciously swallowed.

Unable to wait any longer, he unpacked the chopsticks and gently stirred the ingredients inside.

"Qingqing Darling, come eat."

His was extra spicy, while He Qing's was mildly spicy.

He Qing glanced at the bulge that still hadn't gone down.

He picked up his coat, walked over, and draped it over his lap.

Xu Yanche saw it and was confused.

[Is he cold? He has to cover his legs with a coat even while eating? Or does he have old-man knee problems at such a young age?]

He Qing: "..." Couldn't he think something better of him?

He picked some beef and corn from his own hot pot and put them into Xu Yanche's bowl.

"Eat more."

Xu Yanche gave He Qing some kelp and corn sausage.

"Qingqing Darling, you should eat more too. Did you bring any clothes?"

He Qing replied, "No."

Xu Yanche said, "Then wear my clothes after you shower. They're in the wardrobe, and there are also two pairs of underwear that haven't been worn. You can wear those."

He Qing's lips curved slightly. "All right."

He had deliberately not brought any clothes.

Then he could wear his little wife's clothes around the set and declare his claim.

He would make those secretly coveting his little wife give up their improper thoughts.

After they finished eating,

He Qing told Xu Yanche to go do his own work while he cleaned up.

He packed up the finished self-heating hot pots into a garbage bag together with the trash from the room's bin.

Then he carried it all downstairs to throw away.

On the way, he stopped by the convenience store and bought a case of AD Calcium and a bag of rice crackers before going back upstairs.

He had noticed there were no such things among the snacks earlier, and those were the two snacks his little wife liked.

When he saw contraceptives on the shelf,

he took six boxes.

After He Qing returned to the room,

he opened the case, took out a pack of AD Calcium, inserted the straws, and set it on the table.

He also brought Xu Yanche some snacks.

Xu Yanche felt pleased as punch.

After He Qing showered and got himself ready, Xu Yanche was still recording voice lines.

He Qing didn't want to sleep alone. He wanted to hold his little wife while they slept.

He walked over, stood behind Xu Yanche, and began massaging his shoulders.

Xu Yanche: "!!!"

[Holy crap, this this this this this domineering CEO is actually amazing at shoulder massages. So comfortable! Hahaha, this treatment is fit for an emperor. Qingqing Darling is so domestic. The man I set my sights on is truly exceptional.]

Hearing Xu Yanche's thoughts, He Qing's lips curved slightly.