Hehe, I Think the Bed Just Collapsed

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Come in." Shen Jingmo didn't look up.

"Boss, here's the schedule for this year's annual gala. Please take a look." Zhu Yu placed the sheet on the edge of the desk.

"All right. Just leave it there for now."

"Sure thing." Zhu Yu noticed the empty coffee cup and took it with him on his way out.

That evening, Zhu Yu made a point of eating some bread to line his stomach.

He'd be accompanying his golden goose to a business dinner that night.

When the time came, Zhu Yu showed up at Shen Jingmo's office right on schedule.

"Boss, we're meeting with Director Willet for dinner shortly. We'll also discuss investing in his film."

Zhu Yu wasn't surprised to learn that Shen Corporation had a subsidiary called Fenghua Entertainment. It seemed that practically every domineering-CEO-novel company had some connection to the entertainment industry.

"All right. Let's go." Shen Jingmo picked up his coat from behind him and headed out.

Zhu Yu followed. "Boss, the car's all ready. It's downstairs."

"Sorry for the trouble." Shen Jingmo stepped into the elevator and looked at Zhu Yu.

"It's no trouble. It's what I'm supposed to do." Zhu Yu smiled.

--[If overtime didn't pay triple, I wouldn't be playing along with you. How late is this going to run? Wouldn't it be nicer to just go home and lie down?]

--[Who was the one nearly crying? I'm not saying (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)]

Shen Jingmo swallowed the words about giving Zhu Yu a bonus that had just been about to leave his lips.

Sure enough, if Zhu Yu could work with a smile, he wasn't really Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu followed Shen Jingmo into the car.

He studied the bodyguards' well-built physiques. The domineering-CEO novels hadn't lied about their bodies; every one of them had broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

--[Good grief, that waist-to-shoulder ratio! Mmm. Are the requirements for bodyguards really this high these days? Every one of them is built like a wardrobe and six foot three. My god, who wouldn't be smitten?]

Shen Jingmo frowned. What did "waist-to-shoulder ratio" and "built like a wardrobe" mean?

This was the second time Zhu Yu had openly coveted his bodyguards' physiques.

They arrived at the hotel.

Zhu Yu got out of the car without being asked.

When they entered the private dining room, Willet was already waiting for them.

"Mr. Shen, it's been a long time." Willet held out his hand.

"Director Willet, it has." Shen Jingmo shook his hand.

"Hello, Director Willet." Zhu Yu shook his hand too.

"Hello, Assistant Zhu."

Besides Zhu Yu, Shen Jingmo, and Willet, two of the film's lead actors, Guo Linlin and Yu Yunhai, were also in the private dining room.

They were both accomplished actors.

"Good evening, Mr. Shen and Assistant Zhu." Guo Linlin brushed back her long hair and smiled at them.

Shen Jingmo nodded without saying anything.

Zhu Yu smiled and nodded too, but didn't join in. For some reason, the lead actress didn't strike him as as dependable as the male lead.

"Mr. Shen, thank you so much for investing in my film. Come, let me raise a glass to you." Willet was a forthright man with a hearty nature. As he spoke, he lifted his glass.

Shen Jingmo had just reached for the glass in front of him when Zhu Yu tugged at the hem of his jacket.

Shen Jingmo looked over, puzzled.

"Director Willet, I'm sorry, but Mr. Shen's stomach hasn't been feeling well lately. I'll drink this one for him." Zhu Yu spoke as he downed the glass.

"No need to apologize. No matter what, your health comes first. Assistant Zhu, you're a good sport! Hahaha!" Willet laughed and drained his own glass.

Shen Jingmo watched the person beside him stand up to smooth things over on his behalf, and the corners of his mouth lifted without him realizing it.

Guo Linlin was sitting opposite Shen Jingmo. Seeing him smile, she blushed, and her resolve to win him over only grew stronger.

The dinner went very well.

Zhu Yu watched as Willet, swaying unsteadily, got into the car with his lead actors and drove off.

Shen Jingmo was a little astonished at Zhu Yu's tolerance for alcohol. After drinking through the whole dinner, he could still smile and see their guests off.

"Zhu Yu?" Shen Jingmo folded his arms and looked at Zhu Yu, who had suddenly gone still beside him.

"Mm? Ugh..." Zhu Yu heard someone calling his name through the haze. He had just turned around when his stomach lurched. He hurriedly leaned against a pillar and threw up.

"Are you all right?" Shen Jingmo caught his arm just in time, keeping his head from hitting the pillar.

"Huh? I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong with me? I'm the king of a thousand drinks on the streets. Everyone else might get in trouble, but never me. Ugh Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪"∠) Ugh." Having just made his boast, Zhu Yu doubled over and threw up again.

Shen Jingmo gave him a speechless look, then scooped him up in his arms. "That's what you call a thousand drinks?"

"Mr. Shen!"

The bodyguard drove the car to the hotel entrance.

Shen Jingmo carried Zhu Yu into the car, then took a bottle of mineral water from the built-in fridge and helped him drink some.

"Mr. Shen, should we take Assistant Zhu home first?"

Shen Jingmo looked at Zhu Yu, who was still wriggling around nonstop, and sighed. "Go straight to Imperial Dragon Bay."

"Understood, Mr. Shen."

Imperial Dragon Bay.

Shen Jingmo carried Zhu Yu and entered the passcode.

The lock clicked, and the door opened.

Shen Jingmo carried Zhu Yu into the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

Shen Jingmo never brought outsiders to his home. Zhu Yu was the first, so he didn't have a guest room. He could only bring Zhu Yu to his own bedroom for now.

Shen Jingmo undid the top two buttons of his shirt, pulled off his tie, and rolled up his sleeves.

He took off Zhu Yu's soiled clothes and pants, then opened his own wardrobe and realized that every shirt and pair of pants he owned would be too big for Zhu Yu.

With no other choice, he found a shirt for him to wear.

After getting Zhu Yu, who was still mumbling to himself and rolling around on the bed, settled, Shen Jingmo couldn't stand the smell on himself any longer. He hurried into the bathroom to take a shower.

When Shen Jingmo came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, he saw Zhu Yu bouncing on the bed.

"Let's get this party started, babies!!! Hey, let me hear you cheer! Let me hear you scream!" Zhu Yu jumped up and down on the bed.

Shen Jingmo stared blankly at the sight. Zhu Yu was wearing only a white shirt and a pair of shorts.

The white shirt looked especially oversized on him.

"Woohoo!" Zhu Yu noticed Shen Jingmo standing beside the bed. He looked at Shen Jingmo's impressive physique.

He walked up to Shen Jingmo. "Hey, handsome, you're so hot. I like itヾ(*ΦωΦ)ツ"

"Zhu Yu!" Shen Jingmo tried to grab him.

But drunk Zhu Yu had become incredibly nimble and started dodging him.

Shen Jingmo tried several times without success. At last, he had no choice but to order him again. "Zhu Yu, go back."

Hearing the stern tone, Zhu Yu pouted. Reluctantly, he crawled back onto the bed with a series of grunts.

Then he suddenly sprang up again. "Y-you don't have to be so mean! I wasn't mean to you!"

"I..." Shen Jingmo was about to explain when a sharp crack suddenly rang out overhead.

Zhu Yu had been standing on the bed, a head taller than Shen Jingmo. Now he was suddenly shorter than him.

In a daze, Zhu Yu rubbed his head and looked around. Then he looked up at Shen Jingmo, whose face had gone completely dark, and giggled. "Hehe, I think the bed just collapsed."

"Tsk!" Shen Jingmo let out a long breath, stepped forward, bent down, and hoisted Zhu Yu over his shoulder.

The sudden sensation of being lifted off the ground made Zhu Yu feel insecure. He hurriedly grabbed Shen Jingmo's strong, sturdy waist.

"Let go." Shen Jingmo's body stiffened, his voice full of warning.

Zhu Yu meekly let go and flopped over him like a limp noodle, giving up. "Don't be mad. I won't move around anymore."

(kk has something to say: Thanks to Yun for the gift ⁽⁽ଘ( ˙꒳˙ )ଓ⁾⁾)