Everything Can Collapse, but the Persona Can't

Shen Jingmo set Zhu Yu, whom he had been carrying over his shoulder, down on the sofa.

Zhu Yu was already half-asleep. "Huh? I'm so sleepy."

"Then sleep." Shen Jingmo got up and took a bottle of liquor and a glass from the wine cabinet.

"But I don't want to sleep." Zhu Yu tried to stand up from the sofa again.

Shen Jingmo frowned and pushed him farther into the sofa.

Zhu Yu still shifted outward slowly, looking uncomfortable.

Shen Jingmo watched for a while, then finally sat on the outer edge of the sofa. He pressed his lower back directly against Zhu Yu's side as he lay flat, pinning him firmly into the sofa.

Zhu Yu tried to move outward, but it felt like a boulder was blocking him. He eventually gave up, lay on the sofa, and soon began to snore softly.

Feeling the steady breathing of the person behind his waist, Shen Jingmo let out a breath. His long, well-defined fingers picked up the glass from the table, and he took a sip.

In the end, he simply spread his arms over the back of the sofa and fell asleep on his back.

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer balcony curtains and fell across Zhu Yu's face.

The harsh light made Zhu Yu frown. He slowly opened his eyes, still groggy.

The first thing he saw was an extravagantly luxurious chandelier. It was entirely gold, adorned with countless crystals.

This didn't seem to be his home?

Zhu Yu shifted slightly and suddenly realized there seemed to be someone beside his waist. Confused, he raised his head a little.

He saw Shen Jingmo sleeping against the sofa. His strong, powerful waist curved neatly over the sofa back, while Zhu Yu himself was nestled into that curve.

Zhu Yu's face reddened slightly as he stared. What kind of sleeping position was this? It was too much.

[Shen Jingmo has such a great body!]

The moment Shen Jingmo opened his eyes, he heard those words. Tilting his head to the left, he met Zhu Yu's expression as he was still secretly observing him.

"Hm?" Shen Jingmo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhu Yu hurriedly climbed off the sofa. "Boss, sleep a little longer."

"Mm." Shen Jingmo did not refuse. He lay back down on the sofa, rested his head on his arm, and went back to sleep.

Before falling asleep, he thought that this person at least still had some awareness of what had happened yesterday.

Zhu Yu stood on the rug and stretched lazily. Then he suddenly spotted the liquor and glass on the table, and his fists clenched.

He clearly remembered how hard he had tried to shield Shen Jingmo from drinks at the dinner table last night. So after coming back, this guy had secretly had a few more?

[Who was I doing all that for last night? So you could come home and entertain yourself with drinks?]

Shen Jingmo, lying on the sofa, frowned. "What did you say?"

Zhu Yu, who had not said a word aloud, pointed at himself in confusion. "I didn't say anything?"

Shen Jingmo did not answer. He turned over, presenting his back to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu laughed in irritation and angrily took the liquor and glass to the kitchen, washing the glass thoroughly inside and out.

He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator. There was only a small handful of wilted greens left inside.

Zhu Yu sighed. A hero had no place to show his skills!

He took the last lucky survivor from the fridge, picked through the vegetables, chopped them up, and put them into the rice cooker to make a pot of vegetable congee.

Shen Jingmo did not sleep for long. He soon sat up again and caught the scent of porridge drifting out from the kitchen.

Zhu Yu carried the finished congee out of the kitchen and set it on the table.

"Boss, why don't you wash up first? Breakfast will be ready in a moment." Zhu Yu's gaze drifted toward his boss, who was sitting on the sofa with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Shen Jingmo rubbed his hair and nodded. "All right."

Then he went to the bathroom to wash up again.

Zhu Yu let out a breath and quietly declared that, from now on, the boss ranked first in his heart when it came to physique. Compared to him, what bodyguards could possibly matter?

Sure enough, he was a rather shallow person.

As Zhu Yu served the congee, he nodded to himself, exceptionally clear about this realization.

Shen Jingmo came out wearing a white shirt and suit pants.

Only then did he notice that Zhu Yu was still standing by the table in last night's outfit, making for quite the visual impact.

"Ahem..." Shen Jingmo raised his left fist to his mouth and coughed.

"Boss, you can eat now." Zhu Yu felt nothing about it. After all, at home, he dressed however he found most comfortable.

Shen Jingmo sat down and tasted the congee. His eyes widened slightly. It was delicious.

Zhu Yu put the washed glass and liquor back into the wine cabinet.

As he did, he grumbled inwardly.

[Drink, drink, drink. Sooner or later, you'll drink yourself into the hospital. Then we'll see who takes care of you.]

[Just you wait. If you don't listen to the doctor, you'll be seeing one soon enough.]

[And what exactly happened last night? With me there, how did he still end up drinking?]

Shen Jingmo stiffened slightly, bowl in hand and spoon poised. So this brat had forgotten everything that happened last night.

Perhaps because he had grown used to it during this period, Shen Jingmo no longer felt as frustrated as he had in the beginning.

"Assistant Zhu, the congee is delicious, but don't forget to help me fix my bed." Shen Jingmo looked at Zhu Yu.

Hearing that, Zhu Yu felt as if he had not fully woken up yet. What did that mean? Fix the bed?

"What do you mean, Boss? Is your bed broken?" Zhu Yu gave a dry laugh.

"Looks like Assistant Zhu doesn't remember what happened last night at all." Shen Jingmo took another sip of congee.

Zhu Yu was suddenly on edge.

[What does that mean? Could it be that I broke the bed?]

[No way? I remember that after getting drunk, I just slept like a log. Did I gain weight recently? Even then, I couldn't have slept hard enough to collapse a bed, right?]

[Impossible, impossible. My life motto is that anything can collapse, but my persona can't. I have to believe I would never do something that ruins my image so thoroughly.]

[I know. The boss must have collapsed it himself and been too embarrassed to say so. This is where I, his assistant, come in—taking the blame. I get it~ A man's pride and all.]

Hearing all that, Shen Jingmo's mouth twitched.

Shen Jingmo no longer wanted to speak. He simply called the housekeeper and had a new bed delivered.

Zhu Yu did not understand why his boss had suddenly become unhappy. He could only obediently follow him into the car and head to the company for work.

(KK has something to say: The relationship progress bar has gone up by one. Tomorrow, little Yu, who loves gossiping, will be online! (*๓´╰╯`๓)♡)