The moment Chi Ning returned to the lab, he put it on the little sofa in the study.
It was too adorable.
He could hug that red blood cell and read all day.
That night.
For the first time, Qin Heng truly understood what a sense of crisis was. Chi Ning's enthusiasm for him had plummeted. He would rather hug that oddly shaped red blood cell than lean against Qin Heng's shoulder while reading.
Sitting beside Chi Ning, Qin Heng stared so hard he practically wanted to poke a hole through the cushion.
What did it mean to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot?
This was probably it.
Once the music festival ended, more than half of summer vacation had passed.
For the remaining time, Chi Ning was either holed up in the company lab, continuing to reproduce experiments and patents, or making outstanding contributions to maintaining the aquarium's ecological balance at Qin Heng's home.
The paparazzi could not even find an opportunity to interview him.
But they did not give up. After all, this was Chi Ning—the man who had produced twelve patents in a single year and passionately kissed his same-sex partner in public at a music festival!
Yet all they could do was stand anxiously outside Jiurong Prestige City with microphones and cameras in hand. Ever since the Chi family's eldest son had completely stopped pretending, they could not even get through the gates of the residential complex.
One paparazzo said indignantly, "When they need us, they let us wait outside their door. When they don't, they won't even let us through the outer gate, right? The Chi family really is full of capitalists. Once they've drained all your value, they stop caring. I'm definitely going to write about this properly!"
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