"They're so slow! Why don't I just tell them the secret to this mechanism?"
Ye Yizhou buried his face in the crook of Yan Qingdu's neck, his voice muffled. "I want to go home. I want to go home and..."
Before Ye Yizhou could finish, Yan Qingdu raised a hand and covered his mouth.
"We're livestreaming."
"Huh? Livestreaming?"
Ye Yizhou looked up at Yan Qingdu in surprise. "Isn't the livestream camera pointed at them?"
"Is it? Then why did he tell me you had a separate camera all along?" Yan Qingdu repeated what Director Ji had told him earlier.
Ye Yizhou glanced up at the camera, his gaze instantly sharpening as he shot it a murderous look.
Though he said nothing, the warning in his eyes spoke for itself.
In the control room, Director Ji couldn't help shuddering, trembling in fear.
But Ye Yizhou soon withdrew his gaze and continued hugging Yan Qingdu, unconcerned.
"So what if we're livestreaming? We're legally married. It's not like we're having an affair. What can't I say?"
"Then did they hear about me hiring male models too?"
Ye Yizhou belatedly realized. "The paparazzi couldn't dig that up, and I exposed myself?"
"Mm."
Yan Qingdu glanced at him. "It's fine. They don't have any evidence that you actually hired any. Just say you were bragging."
"Good point."
Ye Yizhou immediately gave Yan Qingdu a thumbs-up. That was his husband, all right!
[Go home and do what with your husband? Please elaborate.]
[Where exactly can I get such an understanding husband?]
[Who's been spreading rumors that Ye Yizhou's husband is some rich old man?]
[Ye Yizhou cleared that up. His husband is only six years older than him.]
[I discovered something terrifying.]
[It's one thing for Ye Yizhou's husband to look like my unattainable dream husband,