Are You Throwing a Tantrum with Me?

Unlike the atmosphere when they had been watching the movie just now, the living room was very quiet at this moment.

Zhong Mohan sat in the middle of the sofa, sizing up the four young men across from him.

He ultimately came to one conclusion: none of the four were more handsome than him, had better bodies than him, or were worth more than him. Wen Chengze probably would not be interested in them.

The four young men being scrutinized trembled with fear.

Although they admired Zhong Mohan, how could newcomers at their level have ever truly met Zhong Mohan himself? Now he was sitting right across from them, looking them over with an indescribable gaze. Were they touched? They did not dare move at all!

At this moment, they could not help admiring Wen Chengze, who was leisurely sitting on the sofa looking at his phone.

Brother Wen, you really stayed calm even with Mount Tai collapsing before you!

Could you at least look up? Sitting next to you was Film Emperor Zhong, the dream man of countless boys and girls—and he was alive! Could you at least show some respect and react?

Wen Chengze's answer was no. He even thought Zhong Mohan was less interesting than the funny videos he was watching.

The BGM from the short video was especially jarring in the quiet living room, but Wen Chengze was not flustered in the slightest.

Zhong Mohan smiled helplessly. He did not even know how he had offended Wen Chengze again.

"Stop staring at your phone all the time. It's bad for your eyes. I bought you some food—see if there's anything you like. You four, stop standing there like idiots. Come over and eat."

The four young men were overwhelmed by the favor and hurriedly thanked him. Then they obediently sat on the other side, lowering their heads to eat snacks seriously, though from time to time, they glanced sideways at Zhong Mohan and Wen Chengze.

What exactly was the relationship between those two?

Film Emperor Zhong had always had a reputation in the industry for being aloof and untouchable. They had never heard of him being close enough with anyone to personally visit a set and bring food. Even minor figures like them got to benefit and eat some—it was practically the pinnacle of life!

Wen Chengze continued looking at his phone, completely treating Zhong Mohan like air.

Zhong Mohan was helpless. He could only move a little closer to Wen Chengze and ask in a low voice, "How did I offend you this time? You won't even spare me a glance?"

Wen Chengze raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Mohan once, then lowered his head to his phone again. The meaning was obvious: he had looked.

Zhong Mohan laughed. How could he be so cute?

"Is it because I haven't come to see you lately? Are you throwing a little tantrum with me?"

As if his most secret thoughts had been exposed, Wen Chengze abruptly shut off his phone and glared at Zhong Mohan. "Nonsense!"

Zhong Mohan raised an eyebrow. He had only said it casually. Why did the kid look as though he had been struck right in the heart?

"Mm, I'm talking nonsense. I'm the one throwing a tantrum."

Wen Chengze: ...

What a rascal!

"Be good. I finally managed to take some time to come see you, so give me some face and eat something. I heard you've been cooking for yourselves these past few days? Are you used to it? Do you want me to arrange for a chef to come over?"

Wen Chengze folded his arms and looked at him as though he were examining an alien. "What do you mean by that?"

He clearly did not understand why Zhong Mohan had suddenly become so attentive.

Zhong Mohan coughed lightly. Though he very much wanted to confess his feelings, seeing how Wen Chengze currently treated him as though he were some bad guy, he decided to boil the frog in warm water and take things slowly.

"I'm the producer of this show, and your Household is also my partner. Of course I have an obligation to look after you."

Wen Chengze was half-convinced, but then he looked at the things Zhong Mohan had brought. There was even his favorite little cake!

He kind of wanted to eat it.

Noticing Wen Chengze's gaze, Zhong Mohan promptly took out the little cake, unwrapped it, set out the fork, and handed it to Wen Chengze. "Try it and see if it tastes good. It's from a newly opened dessert shop in the west of the city. If you like it, we can try something else there next time."

Unable to resist the temptation of cream cake, Wen Chengze took the little fork and began eating small bites.

Meanwhile, the four people on the other side exchanged looks and suddenly felt that the four of them should not be here!

Then a wild thought rose in their hearts. Could it be that Film Emperor Zhong was the one backing Brother Wen?!

Once they thought about it that way, everything made sense.

Seeing that Wen Chengze had only eaten half the cream cake before putting it down, Zhong Mohan asked, "What's wrong? Is it not good?"

Wen Chengze shook his head. "No. I need to maintain my figure. Cream will make me gain weight."

Zhong Mohan frowned. Recalling the slender waist he had held, then seeing that Wen Chengze seemed to have lost quite a bit more weight lately, perhaps because he had been busy with the show, he forcefully handed the cake back to him. "Maintain what figure? You're too skinny. Eat more!"

Holding the cake, Wen Chengze happily thought, It wasn't that I wanted to eat it. Zhong Mohan insisted on making me eat it! Then I can only reluctantly accept.

Seeing Wen Chengze's unusually gentle expression, Zhong Mohan was briefly entranced.

He had seen Wen Chengze seductive, and he had seen him calm. This was the first time he had seen him so serene.

Every side of this person made his heart itch unbearably.

"Were you watching my movie just now?"

"The four of them wanted to watch it."

The four people who had been called out immediately put down their snacks. Like students singled out by their homeroom teacher, they instantly sat up straight and looked at Zhong Mohan.

"You don't need to be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you. Was it good?"

"Mhm, mhm! It was good. We've actually watched it many times already. We're your fans, Teacher Zhong!" Though they were still somewhat afraid of Zhong Mohan, seeing how gentle he had been while speaking with Wen Chengze and how he had not done anything to them after entering, the four young men relaxed a little.

"Did Xiao Ze think it was good?" Zhong Mohan turned to ask Wen Chengze again.

"It was okay." For the cake's sake, he would reluctantly acknowledge him.

Zhong Mohan did not expose Wen Chengze's little tsundere act. He clearly remembered that when he had entered, Wen Chengze had been the most engrossed in the movie out of the five people on the sofa.

Little tsundere.

When Zhong Mohan did not take the initiative to start a topic, the other four did not dare speak rashly, and Wen Chengze was even less likely to. He was busy battling the little cake.

For a while, the living room fell quiet.

Wen Chengze was very focused when he ate cake. His table manners had always been excellent, and he barely made any sound.

But Zhong Mohan, sitting close to him, inevitably still heard the faintest little noises. That slightly sticky yet unbearably enticing voice, bite after bite, was torture to Zhong Mohan.

Watching Wen Chengze's cheeks puff up from time to time and his small Adam's apple bob up and down, Zhong Mohan suddenly crossed his legs and began looking for a topic to distract himself.

"The next time you record the show, it'll be time to choose your teachers. Have you decided who you want to choose?"

"We have. We plan to choose Teacher Kong. We don't plan to ride the mentors' popularity. We think actually learning something is what matters, and Teacher Kong praised Brother Wen, so he probably likes Brother Wen a lot."

Zhong Mohan nodded, then looked at Wen Chengze, who had already finished one piece of cake. He picked up another and handed it over. "You got praised. Very impressive. Here's another piece of cake as a reward."

Holding the cake, Wen Chengze suddenly felt as though he were in kindergarten. The teacher had asked what one plus one was, he had answered two, and the teacher had rewarded him with a little red flower.

Zhong Mohan was treating him like a child.

"No need. One piece is enough."

Zhong Mohan did not force him. He put the cake back. "Put it in the fridge later. You can still eat it tomorrow."

Not talking about the cake anymore, Wen Chengze finally remembered to ask why Zhong Mohan had come today. "Why did you come today?"

"Since it's a show with my name attached to it, I came to see you trainees."

"Oh." So he had not come specifically to see him. Wen Chengze suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Why had he thought Zhong Mohan had come specifically to see him? Could he think more clearly?

"Teacher Zhong, have you already been somewhere else?" The four young men were a little curious, because they had no idea Zhong Mohan was coming today.

"No. This is my first stop."

The four young men's eyes lit up. First!!!

Their gazes drifted between Wen Chengze and Zhong Mohan, and they suddenly kind of wanted to ship them. What was going on?

"Then why aren't you leaving? There are quite a lot of trainees here." Wen Chengze did not know why he had said that. Usually, he was the quiet one. If there was nothing important, he would not open his mouth at all. But in front of Zhong Mohan, he felt as though he was about to become a chatterbox!

Zhong Mohan smiled. "You're driving me away so soon? Won't you miss me?"

"Are you money? Must everyone like you?"

"I'm not, but Xiao Ze is. You're especially lovable. The moment I arrived, I was drawn here by you."

The four young men: !!! Was that something they were allowed to say?!

Wen Chengze's mouth twitched. Looking at Zhong Mohan, who had suddenly become so strange, he ultimately fell into an eerie silence.

He felt that if they kept talking, Zhong Mohan might say something even more nauseating.

Zhong Mohan checked the time. "Xiao Ze, I really need to go. Walk me out."

"You're such a grown man. Do you still need someone to see you off?"

"It's my first time here. What if I get lost?"

"Have them go." Wen Chengze pointed at the four young men.

But the four immediately looked at the sky and the ground. "Brother Wen, we suddenly remembered that we still have homework to do! The deadline is almost here, so we need to hurry up and finish it!" Then the four of them immediately slipped away.

Wen Chengze's mouth twitched. Those little brats sure ran fast.

Zhong Mohan looked innocently at Wen Chengze, his eyes brimming with amusement.

Resigned, Wen Chengze picked up his coat to see Zhong Mohan off. If they were not at the show's production site, he could not be bothered to care about Zhong Mohan!

Forget it. He should at least give Zhong Mohan some face in public.

"Did you really come to see these trainees?"

Zhong Mohan chuckled softly and reached out to pinch Wen Chengze's cheek. "Even those four could tell I came specifically to see you. You're the only one who doesn't take it seriously."

Awkwardly, Wen Chengze slapped his hand away. "What's there to see? I'm already an adult."

"I was worried you'd be bullied. The entertainment industry isn't that simple." Thinking of the person who had bullied Wen Chengze, Zhong Mohan's gaze darkened.

But Wen Chengze frowned. Was Zhong Mohan looking down on him?