An affair?!

Meng Zhiyuan heard the familiar inner voice and knew it was Jiang Ze. Somewhat surprised, he watched a slender figure jog toward him.

Perhaps he had run a little too fast. The young man was panting softly, his almond-shaped eyes moist, a lunch box still in his hand.

Had he really come to bring him lunch?

Meng Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, unsure what he was up to.

When Jiang Ze saw Shen Yun's formerly bashful face abruptly darken at the sight of him, he was delighted.

[Hah, hasn't this guy always complained that Meng Zhiyuan was too old? That was why he dumped him. Why is he suddenly so attentive now?]

This time, it was Meng Zhiyuan's face that darkened. He cast a sharp glance at Shen Yun.

Shen Yun genuinely felt wronged by that look. He had no idea why Jiang Ze was here. This person had never appeared in his previous life.

Shouldn't his abusive father have already beaten him into a cripple?!

"Jiang Ze, I know you like Zimu, but pestering someone like this really isn't right. Zimu won't like it."

Shen Yun naturally assumed he had come to see Meng Zimu.

Knowing that Meng Zimu had always treated Jiang Ze as his substitute, he felt contemptuous, and a faint note of arrogance crept into his voice.

Jiang Ze inwardly rolled his eyes. Shen Yun sounded so innocent, yet in just a few words, he had branded him a relentless pest. As expected of the protagonist of a novel about a fake innocent.

"Uncle Zhiyuan, Mrs. Wang made your favorites. Don't eat things brought by outsiders. You wouldn't want to upset your stomach."

Jiang Ze looked just as innocent, his voice soft and sweet, every bit the image of an obedient little wife.

When Meng Zhiyuan did not take the lunch box, he reached out and forcibly stuffed it into his hands.

[Good thing I got here fast. Meng Zhiyuan hasn't fallen for Shen Yun at first sight, has he?]

Hearing that, Meng Zhiyuan resisted the urge to pull his hand away and held the lunch box firmly.

He had known Jiang Ze had not come simply to bring him lunch.

His deep eyes swept over the two people before him, making Jiang Ze feel a little guilty.

[I'm just delivering lunch, not a knife, right? No, I really am delivering lunch. What am I feeling guilty for?!]

Jiang Ze stiffened his neck and glared at Meng Zhiyuan. Of course, anyone who did not know better might have thought he was making eyes at him.

"Call Meng Zimu and have him come down to get it himself."

Ignoring Jiang Ze's look, Meng Zhiyuan merely said that to Shen Yun in an indifferent tone.

Then he turned to leave again, paused, and told Jiang Ze to follow him.

Yes, an unpredictable variable was best kept right under his nose.

Watching the two of them leave, Shen Yun looked utterly incredulous, his eyes practically spitting fire.

What was going on?! This was not how things had unfolded in his previous life. And when Meng Zhiyuan had looked at him just now, his gaze had lacked the tenderness and love it had held back then.

Instead, he had looked at Jiang Ze with a complicated expression.

Shen Yun's face nearly twisted with anger. Unable to enter the building himself, he could only take out his phone and call Meng Zimu.

As it turned out, Meng Zimu really was not at the company that day. Under the receptionist's puzzled gaze, Shen Yun had no choice but to leave angrily with his lunch box.

"Hey, did you guys see that little drama at our company's front desk?!"

In a small company group chat, a bunch of employees were secretly gossiping during work hours.

"I saw it, I saw it! I even saw Xiaoyun talking to the president and the others just now. Come on out and tell us what happened!"

"I think two handsome young guys were fighting to give the president a lovingly prepared lunch. They almost came to blows!"

"No, no, why did it look like a love triangle to me? Could our president have been caught two-timing by his actual partner?!"

"You above me, you really have a death wish. You even dare gossip about the president!"

As the gossip grew increasingly wild, Xiaoyun stepped in at just the right moment to offer a brief explanation, only to get everyone even more excited.

The gossip about the two men nearly spread throughout the entire Meng Corporation building, while the men themselves remained completely unaware.

Jiang Ze followed Meng Zhiyuan to the president's office on the top floor.

He looked around, but aside from the enormous floor-to-ceiling window that came standard in novels, there was nothing particularly novel about the place.

When Meng Zhiyuan sat at his desk, Jiang Ze obediently sat down on the sofa.

His eyes, however, stayed fixed on Meng Zhiyuan and the lunch box in front of him...

Seeing him stare, Meng Zhiyuan thought he was hungry and was about to offer him the lunch, only to hear the next moment:

[Hurry up and eat! I wonder if I'll get points for him eating this meal. I didn't cook it, but I arranged it! Even if I don't get credit, I deserve something for the effort!]

With the kid looking at him so eagerly, and after hearing his thoughts, Meng Zhiyuan figured these points must be very important to him.

He had intended to ask his secretary to order another meal, but somehow, he found himself opening the lunch box instead.

Everything inside really was a favorite of his. Mrs. Wang had cooked for the Meng family since he was little and knew his preferences. Without much hesitation, he began eating.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. Points +20!"

[Yes! I really did get points!]

As Meng Zhiyuan ate, he kept an eye on Jiang Ze, who could not hide his excitement as he scampered out.

He brought Meng Zhiyuan a glass of water.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. Points +10!"

[Nice, nice, nice! If I keep serving tea and water day after day, the points will really add up!]

"Host, could you have a little ambition?!"

The system was exasperated with him.

What do I need ambition for? Can I trade it for points? Jiang Ze was unimpressed.

Watching Meng Zhiyuan finish his lunch both elegantly and swiftly, he felt an inexplicable surge of pride.

[What's this? It feels like I'm feeding a big shot! So satisfying!]

Meng Zhiyuan: "..."

Jiang Ze bustled around happily, clearing away the dishes and everything else, and easily earned another few dozen points.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. For successfully disrupting a major plot event-the second meeting between the protagonist bottom and the villain-you have earned 50,000 points!"

The pleased expression on Jiang Ze's face froze as he listened in disbelief to the voice in his head.

So this was happiness.

No wonder the system had called him shortsighted. So this was the difference between completing main quests and doing odd jobs.

How many cups of tea and water would he have to serve to earn 50,000 points?!

Jiang Ze gave the man a resentful look, though inwardly, he was absolutely thrilled.

This was what getting rich overnight felt like!

Once Jiang Ze got excited, he could not control himself. He slid across the floor on his knees and landed at Meng Zhiyuan's feet.

Meng Zhiyuan was reading a document. Seeing this, he frowned, unsure what nonsense Jiang Ze was up to now.

"Behave."

Looking eager to please, Jiang Ze curled his hands into fists and began... massaging his legs.

"Uncle Zhiyuan, you must be tired. I'm a professional at massages!"

[I'm happy, so happy! It really does pay to cling to a powerful patron!]

Meng Zhiyuan had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him. Seeing how restless he was, he reached out with his large, well-defined hand and pinched Jiang Ze's cheeks.

Jiang Ze: "Mmph... mmph?!" What are you doing?!

The pinch made Jiang Ze's rosy lips pucker, leaving faint red marks on his fair, soft cheeks. His almond-shaped eyes stared accusingly at the man.

The skin beneath Meng Zhiyuan's fingertips felt exceptionally smooth and soft. Reluctant to let go, he eased his grip a little.

The man stared intently at Jiang Ze, his thoughts unreadable.

Jiang Ze stared right back at him.

Just as the atmosphere between them began to turn strange, someone suddenly opened the office door from outside.

A handsome face appeared in the doorway, its eyes widening as though he had witnessed something utterly horrifying.

"Y-you... what are you two doing?!"

At that moment, Meng Zhiyuan was sitting while Jiang Ze knelt before him. With his cheeks still caught in Meng Zhiyuan's hand, Jiang Ze could not even turn his head, creating a thoroughly misleading angle.

The whole scene left plenty to the imagination.