What a huge bulge...

At eight that evening, Yan Ningke returned from being walked by the dog, utterly dead inside.

The moment he entered the living room, he flopped onto the sofa and lay motionless.

His body was there. His soul had yet to return.

Forget good looks, forget going wild. Only one thought remained.

Lars, drop dead!

There was a reason a show-quality husky cost so much!

If it hadn't dragged him back, he probably would have spent the night on the mountain road.

Yet half an hour later, when he went to bathe Shao Ke, all his resentment vanished!

Quick as a flash, Shao Ke clamped a hand over his belt. "What are you doing!"

"Taking your clothes off to bathe you!"

Yan Ningke tried hard to adopt the proper attitude.

Yes, he was simply a conscientious, hardworking little wage slave!

Shao Ke stared silently at his gleaming eyes.

"The corners of your mouth are turning up."

Yan Ningke pressed them down and flatly denied it. "They are not! Your eyes must be playing tricks on you!"

Shao Ke regarded him coldly.

Yan Ningke conceded defeat. "Fine."

He regretfully withdrew his hands, though his eyes remained sneakily glued to the man's lower abdomen, refusing to leave.

Until he felt the air growing colder and colder.

Yan Ningke looked up and met Shao Ke's dangerously icy gaze.

"Heh heh, go ahead, sir, go ahead!"

With that, he dashed out of the bathroom!

Terrifying! So this was the main villain's aura!

A single look could make someone tremble uncontrollably.

Yan Ningke glanced back at the master bedroom door.

Ah, lust really was a blade hanging over your head!

Inside the bathroom, Shao Ke looked back toward the bedroom door, his expression unchanged.

He had seen the desire in Yan Ningke's eyes perfectly clearly.

But wasn't he madly in love with Shao Yang?

Why would he lust after a cripple?

Was he trying to have it both ways? Two-time them?

"Heh."

The mocking laugh drifted through the spacious bathroom.

Shao Ke slowly undid his shirt buttons, his movements pleasing to the eye. Only the coldness in his eyes revealed his true thoughts.

You'd better not be thinking that.

Lying in the whirlpool tub, Yan Ningke let out a long, contented breath.

"This feels amazing!"

What did people live for?

To enjoy themselves, of course!

Who would've thought he'd get to experience this after dropping dead, when half a lifetime of working himself to the bone hadn't gotten him there!

He really didn't know whether to feel regretful or fortunate.

Yan Ningke bent one leg and reached back to slick his hair away, exposing his smooth forehead. A few drops of water splashed onto his lashes.

As his lashes fluttered, the droplets slipped down, swirled at his collarbone, and reluctantly merged into the water below.

Mist curled around him, and amid the steam, his lips looked even more vivid.

Yan Ningke stood naked before the mirror. After an entire day, he finally had time to examine this body closely.

One look left him completely stunned!

He and "he" looked seventy or eighty percent alike around the eyes and brows.

Especially when he smiled. Those curved eyes were like looking in a mirror.

A trace of bewilderment flickered in Yan Ningke's eyes.

There were people in the world who looked alike. That was nothing unusual.

But they both shared one particular strength.

Their smiles.

Without smiling, they looked unremarkable. Once they smiled, their whole appearance lit up.

Yan Ningke had discovered this winning feature long ago, so he was adept at using it to gain advantages for himself.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Living on his own was hard enough already.

What was wrong with getting what he wanted in the simplest way possible, without harming anyone else's interests?

But how had he transmigrated out of nowhere?

Yan Ningke remembered buying chicken drumsticks and heading home for a feast, only to be knocked unconscious by an unidentified object halfway there.

When he woke up, things were already like this.

For the entire day, none of it had felt settled or real.

He kept feeling that this was only a dream.

That everything would be fine once he woke up.

But everything was far too real.

So real that it seemed to be telling him he could never go back.

In the morning, the alarm rang.

Yan Ningke cracked his eyes open, squinted at his surroundings, then rolled over and buried his head under the covers.

Confirmed! He had definitely transmigrated!

Before his melancholy could gather, the insistent alarm hurried him out of bed to cook for the big boss!

Yan Ningke gave up!

Fine! Whatever!

Living was living, wherever he was. He had no one waiting for him, and not much in savings.

Besides, here he even got to sleep on a Simmons mattress!

Yan Ningke convinced himself.

He rubbed his bird's-nest hair, collected himself, got out of bed, and drew the curtains.

The morning sun slowly rose, spilling warm light over him.

A smile of acceptance spread across Yan Ningke's face.

New day, here I come!

Shao Ke woke to a racket. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard a man and a dog making a commotion downstairs.

The normally quiet courtyard was abruptly jolted awake, sending birds fleeing in all directions.

"Lars! Bite my pants again and we're having dog meat tonight!"

"Woof!" You can't eat me. My dad won't allow it!

Shao Ke pinched the bridge of his nose, his head aching.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Mr. Shao, are you awake? Time for breakfast!"

Mr. Shao very much wanted to ignore this excitable nuisance, but the person outside his door kept prattling on.

"A good day starts in the morning. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health, and your health is already poor. If you keep..."

"I heard you! Shut your mouth!"

The words came through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I'll be waiting!"

Yan Ningke flashed a triumphant smile and went downstairs with his weight on his heels and his toes raised.

What ill intentions could he possibly have?

He just wanted his benefactor to be healthy.

Humming as he laid out breakfast, he suddenly thought of something and ran upstairs.

"Mr. Shao, would you like to drink... wow!"

Wow! Abs! That V-line!

Yan Ningke felt himself about to drool!

He couldn't hold back his dirty old lecher's heart any longer!

Seriously, who could resist this!

Shao Ke sat on the edge of the bed in boxer briefs, a gray shirt in his hands, staring coldly at the uninvited visitor in the doorway.

"Seen enough?"

Yan Ningke's gaze was hazy. "Hmm?"

What a huge bulge...

Spring had arrived, and everything was coming back to life.

A sleeping lion lay hidden in the jungle, poised to spring!

Smack!

His eagerly searching eyes were covered, plunging everything into darkness.

"Get out!"

Shao Ke snapped coldly!

"Okay."

Obediently wearing the gray shirt over his head, Yan Ningke retreated with thoroughly upright steps.

He had to admit, being outrageously brazen felt really damn good!

Just take it one day at a time.

Who understood the thrill of going wild for absolutely no reason!

Yan Ningke pulled the shirt off his head, hooked a finger through its collar, and sauntered downstairs.

He wouldn't trade this life for an immortal's!

By the time Shao Ke took the elevator downstairs, Yan Ningke had returned to normal. Holding a cup of black coffee more bitter than his life, he scrolled through his phone.

Great. Three bank cards, plus WeChat and Alipay, came to a grand total of 3,567.32 yuan.

Who would believe he was a rich heir? A dog?

"Woof!"

Yan Ningke shot the husky outside the door a look. "Stay put and behave!"

Breakfast was shrimp wontons and egg pancakes.

Shao Ke ate them one mouthful at a time without a change of expression.

Yan Ningke asked for feedback. "Is it to your taste?"

Shao Ke lifted his eyes to glance at him. "Passable."

Passable~

Yan Ningke pouted and silently mimicked him.

Only to get caught!

He immediately put on a professional smile. "Thank you for your feedback. Would you like coffee?"

Shao Ke gave him a warning glance. "No sugar."

"Of course."