Wifey: Ah! Whose president has to start at eight in the morning?!
Wifey: The sky is falling!
Wifey: Oh, wait, rich people really don't seem to start at eight, but their schedules start at four in the morning...
Wifey: Crying cat.jpg
Reading the complaints in their WeChat conversation, Yan Qingdu could picture just how utterly done with life Ye Yizhou looked right then.
He recalled waking him at seven that morning.
Ye Yizhou had curled his entire body up beneath the covers.
He had tried to shut every sound outside them.
Yan Qingdu had sat beside the bed and dug Ye Yizhou out of the covers.
Ye Yizhou had slumped limply in Yan Qingdu's arms, whining:
"Let me sleep a little longer~"
"You promised Dad yourself that you'd get to the company on time for the meeting this morning."
Yan Qingdu gently roused Ye Yizhou, explaining why.
"This early?"
Ye Yizhou's voice was hoarse and slightly nasal, his words slow, but his confusion still came through.
"Yes."
Ye Yizhou was decisive. "Pretend I never said that, thank you."
Yan Qingdu chuckled softly.
"Get up and have breakfast. I'll take you to the company in a bit."
"Mmph~ You heartless man!"
Ye Yizhou sat up out of Yan Qingdu's arms and looked at him with sleepy eyes, his tone a little aggrieved, almost wheedling:
"So now it's not like when you coax me into going another round? I can't even sleep a little longer?"
Yan Qingdu held Ye Yizhou and lowered his head to peck his cheek, his voice deep and gentle:
"Mr. President, the company meeting can't go ahead without you chairing it. Without you there, they'll have no one to rely on. Dad begged you for so long yesterday. He's counting on riding your coattails!"
"Hehe, true. The old