Gu Wancheng and Chaochao lay on their stomachs on the bed, their heads together, murmuring a few words now and then.
Seen from the side, his exquisite, flawless profile, curled lashes, and slightly upturned lips looked so kissable. Farther down, his slender waist dipped into an enticing curve, making it impossible not to look at his full, perky bottom. He swung his lower legs from time to time, looking quite cheerful.
[Mmm, Chengcheng's butt. (Nose starts bleeding, hurriedly wipes it away)]
[I'm so jealous of that mysterious big shot. He's eating well.]
[Chengcheng's butt must feel amazing.]
[First of all, I'm not here to break you two up. I'm here to join you.]
The phone rang. Gu Wancheng answered it, and whatever the person on the other end said, he glanced at the camera before getting off the bed.
As the puzzled viewers watched him approach the camera, he casually picked up a piece of cloth nearby and draped it over the lens.
The viewers were instantly dumbfounded, their bewildered faces reflected in the now-black screens.
[???]
[Wait, what?]
[So you're treating us like outsiders.]
[Who the hell is it! What can't we VIPs watch?]
[Butler, investigate whose call Chengcheng answered. Send someone to secretly assassinate him immediately.]
[I bet it's Chengcheng's mysterious husband. Fake smile.jpg]
[Damn it (〃＞皿＜), you cheapskate. What's wrong with taking one look at your wife?]
Bo Yizhou watched the scrolling bullet comments on his computer and gave a soft snort. They wanted to look at his wife? They could dream on.
With no picture to watch, he could only faintly hear Gu Wancheng's voice through the phone, not very clearly.
"All right, it's covered."
Chaochao looked at his phone and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's your father."
Chaochao sat up excitedly, then flung himself onto his legs. "Father called! I want to talk."
Looking at his sparkling eyes, Gu Wancheng helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead. "I never said you couldn't talk. Here."
Chaochao took the phone and immediately called out, "Father!"
[It really is Chengcheng's husband. Cheapskate. Hmph.]
[Starting today, I'm sharpening my knife. Angry kitten clenching its paws.jpg]
Bo Yizhou hummed in acknowledgment. "Mm. Having fun? Have you been protecting your daddy?"
Hearing Bo Yizhou ask if he was having fun, Chaochao held the phone, practically bubbling with joy. But the very next question was about Daddy, and he pouted. "Hmph, of course I have. I made a few friends, too."
He had already seen all that on the livestream, so he gave a perfunctory reply. "Mm, as long as you're having fun. Give your daddy the phone."
Chaochao's eyes widened. Bad Father! He was so annoying. He wasn't talking to him anymore. Angrily, he shoved the phone into Gu Wancheng's hand and said glumly, "Father wants you."
A question mark popped up over Gu Wancheng's head as he watched the little one suddenly turn gloomy. Hadn't he been happy just a moment ago? What had Bo Yizhou said?
"What did you do to upset him?"
Chaochao: "Hmph, hmph, hmph."
Gu Wancheng pinched his cheek. "Are you a little pig?"
"No! I'm not talking to either of you."
Bo Yizhou's deep voice sounded in his ear, and Gu Wancheng couldn't help rubbing it gently. It felt a little ticklish. "I didn't say anything."
He hadn't? Gu Wancheng cast a sideways glance at the little one staring at him with puffed-out cheeks. It certainly didn't look that way.
"You upset him. You soothe him yourself."
"Of course."
A soft chuckle came from the other end, unsettling his heart. He lowered his eyes and picked at the pattern on the pillow.
"Having fun?"
"It's all right. Nothing special."
"Remember to tell me if you're unhappy. I've got your back."
Gu Wancheng's heartbeat quickened at those words. It was as though nothing remained in his ears but Bo Yizhou's voice. His face burned, and he reached up to pat his hopeless face.
"Got it. I'll remember."
"Don't you have anything you want to say?"
"Hmm?" Confusion showed in Gu Wancheng's eyes. After thinking hard, he decided there was nothing he needed to say.
So he said firmly, "No."
"Heh. Watch how you present yourself. You're mine."
"...You..." His disobedient face, which he had only just scolded, was rebelling again.
What do you mean, yours? Have you no shame?
Suddenly, he remembered that Bo Yizhou had called to tell him to cover the camera in the first place.
But! I was only lying on the bed. I wasn't doing anything indecent. You're the one with a dirty mind.
The crowd of horny viewers: Hehehe.
A certain Mr. Bo, forced to have a dirty mind: ...
He lowered his voice and said in embarrassment, "Don't say things like that."
Bo Yizhou gave an "oh," then asked, "Aren't you mine?"
Gu Wancheng: "..."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes."
Bo Yizhou tapped his fingers against the desk a few times. The tapping reached Gu Wancheng's ears along with three words. "Just one word?"
Gu Wancheng: "..." Isn't one word enough?
Those words surfaced in his mind. Gu Wancheng curled his fingers slightly, so mortified that he couldn't say them.
Several minutes passed without either of them speaking. Only the other's breathing drifted softly past their ears.
"Hmm?"
Gu Wancheng let out a long breath and closed his eyes. Better to get the pain over with. "I'm yours."
Bo Yizhou gave a low chuckle, the ice and snow in his eyes melting. "Remember what you said."
Gu Wancheng glared indignantly at the phone, wishing his dagger-like glare could travel down the internet cable and stab him.
He huffed loudly, his tone stiff. "I know."
With that, he immediately hung up, giving the other man no chance to speak.
Looking at the disconnected call, Bo Yizhou could easily imagine Gu Wancheng's expression right now. He was probably secretly cursing him in his head.
[Ｏ(≧口≦)Ｏ]
[What did I just hear!]
[What was that about "I'm yours"? A real married couple is so shippable, but he's such a cheapskate. What's wrong with me taking a couple of looks? It's not like I'll eat Chengcheng.]
[Tsk, tsk, tsk. Men. He couldn't hold back anymore and came running to stake his claim. I'm not listening.]
[Chengcheng belongs to everyone. Get out of the way, cheapskate.]
Bo Yizhou, who had been in quite a good mood just now, looked cold and stern. He watched those bullet comments without a word, a heavy pressure filling the entire office.
He began regretting his promise to keep their relationship private for now. No one even knew he was Chengcheng's legal husband. A bunch of single dogs-who were they to call him their wife?
After a while, Bo Yizhou picked up his phone and sent a message.
[Bo Yizhou: Come to my office.]
Before long, Li Xiao promptly replied.
[Li Xiao: Yes, President Bo.]
Knock, knock-
"Come in."
Li Xiao pushed the door open and waited for his instructions with a serious face.
"Contact Chen Liqing and have him give us the permissions for Gu Wancheng's livestream room. Then find a few people to moderate it."
"Yes, President Bo."
Remembering the crowd of horny viewers calling Gu Wancheng their wife in his livestream room, Li Xiao understood. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. He had thought President Bo was a man who only had eyes for work. He hadn't expected him to care so much about his wife or be so jealous.
"Done with your call?"
Hearing the voice, Gu Wancheng turned his head and met Chaochao's clear black-and-white eyes. The resentment in them was plain to see, and he couldn't help feeling guilty. He had been so caught up in the phone call that he had forgotten Chaochao.
He hurried to appease the little one, who was still angry. But Chaochao had no intention of accepting his overtures. He turned his face away and huddled under the blanket, his whole body radiating a refusal to communicate.
Gu Wancheng gently poked the little one under the blanket, making him wobble. He poked him again. This time, he didn't budge at all. Chaochao was probably gritting his teeth beneath the blanket to hold himself steady.
As though he had found something entertaining, Gu Wancheng kept poking the little bundle of blankets.