Wen Jiu's eyes lit up, and he pattered inside.
"Feng Chi, look!"
He had gone so far last night, yet this little fellow... wasn't angry?
That left Feng Chi, who had planned to play pitiful to coax him, at a loss. Had he forgotten everything after drinking?
Feng Chi sat up and switched on the bedside lamp, lighting up their little corner.
The boy stood in the light, holding a fish in his hands, his eyes clear and bright.
Feng Chi froze.
"What are you looking at me for?" Wen Jiu held the fish out a little farther. Any closer, and water would drip onto the bed. "Look at the fish!"
What fish?
It wasn't as pretty as my wife anyway.
Feng Chi said this silently to himself.
But he still had to listen to his wife. He shifted his gaze over. "Did you catch it?"
Wen Jiu: Holy shit, I haven't even asked yet. As expected of a big shot-his brain works so well even when he's barely awake.
Before Wen Jiu could answer, the man reached out to pull him into his arms, praising him as he did. "My wife is so amazing. You deserve praise..."
Wen Jiu's little face flushed, and he hurriedly twisted aside to dodge him.
"Who are you calling your wife?!"
What was with all this clinginess!
The man remained unmoved. "Wife, do you want to change? Your clothes are wet."
The fish was slippery and hard to hold, so Wen Jiu had to cradle it against his chest. Now a large patch of his shirt was soaked.
"So what if they're wet? Why would a grown man need to change clothes so often?!"
Who knew what nerve those words had struck this time? He instantly looked like a cat with its fur on end, hopping far back.
What a joke!
If he changed again, who knew how those terrifying CP fans would edit it into their videos and imagine all sorts of nonsense.
"I shouldn't have come up to find you. Seriously, something's wrong with you..."
After grumbling his complaints, Wen Jiu remembered something and glared at him again. "Hurry up and wash your face and get ready. Time to eat!"
Only then did he storm out.
Feng Chi sat stunned for quite a while before getting up to change.
He checked the time. It was already eight. Feng Chi, who always kept a regular schedule, felt groggy and foggy-headed. He couldn't understand why Wen Jiu liked staying up late so much.
Splashing a handful of cold water on his face, Feng Chi raised his head to look at himself in the mirror. Water wound its way down his skin and slid along his Adam's apple into his collar.
Remembering yesterday's scene, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he gave a low chuckle.
"So cute..."
Wen Jiu looked furious as he stomped downstairs, but he wasn't actually angry. If anything, he was a little happy.
It was the happiness of sharing his joy with the person he wanted to share it with and getting a response.
Wen Jiu did his best to suppress the curve of his lips, tossed the fish into the bucket expressionlessly, and muttered to himself, "How strange..."
Was Daddy's temper really this good now?
I was actually pretty tolerant of this unfilial son.
As he puzzled over it, Yu Qing's voice came from inside. "Xiaojiu, come eat."
"Coming!"
Forget it. If I couldn't figure it out, I wouldn't think about it. Why make things hard for myself?
With that thought, Wen Jiu bounced inside again.
He was in such a good mood that when Feng Chi came downstairs to eat, he even handed him a bowl and chopsticks, then picked up a steamed bun for him.
[Seriously, why do they keep switching off the room livestreams this episode? I really want to know what happened between those two in their room [going crazy]]
[Maybe because Big Boss Feng is here? I also really want to know whether President Feng actually became a bottom for love]
[...It sounds ridiculous, but that seems like it could possibly be the case?]
At those words, the bullet comments fell silent again.
Viewers watched the refined, elegant man on-screen being pressed into the seat beside the boy and obediently eating his breakfast, occasionally accepting food from the boy, whose seemingly fierce manner was actually especially gentle and considerate.
From head to toe, even down to his hair, he radiated obedience.
Hmm...
This was hard to judge.
Feng Chi stole several glances at Wen Jiu, wanting to see whether his clothes had dried. Unfortunately, the little fellow kept his head down, munching away, with his body so close to the table that Feng Chi couldn't get a clear look.
Perhaps his gaze was too obvious, because Wen Jiu turned and shot him a sideways glare. "What?"
They were dry.
Feng Chi obediently withdrew his gaze and continued drinking his congee. "Nothing."
Wen Jiu: Weirdo.
The bullet comments: [Feng Chi: Sob, my husband is so fierce.]
Great. Now he was the husband.
Only after they had finished eating did Lin Shuheng and Li Peiqi finally arrive.
Seeing that the seat beside Feng Chi was empty, Lin Shuheng walked over, apologizing as he prepared to sit down.
Having finally found a natural opportunity to get close, how could Lin Shuheng give it up?
But before his butt even touched the seat, the man beside him put down his bowl and stood up.
Lin Shuheng: ?
"Why are you..." Halfway through, he suddenly met Wen Jiu's gaze, which looked at him like he was an idiot.
"First time I've seen someone eat without getting a bowl." Wen Jiu gathered up his and Feng Chi's bowls and chopsticks to wash at the sink outside. "Planning to eat with your hands?"
Could you make your intentions any more obvious?
Was riding a big shot's coattails that easy?
"I... sorry, I just didn't know..." Lin Shuheng bit his lower lip, putting on a performance as though he had suffered an enormous injustice, yet showed no intention of getting up.
Wen Jiu was sick of even looking at him. He rolled his eyes and hurried away.
Feng Chi followed close behind.
He didn't spare them so much as half a glance.
Yu Qing didn't want to see those two either and offered a reminder. "The bowls and chopsticks are on that table. The congee is in the rice cooker."
Then Yu Qing followed them outside as well.
Thus, when Shen Huaian emerged from his room rubbing his eyes, he saw only those two in the main room.
He walked over and casually picked up a steamed bun. "Where is everyone?"
Li Peiqi knew his identity. It wouldn't do to slight the Shen Family on camera, so he answered offhandedly, "Outside."
"Oh, okay." Shen Huaian grabbed another bun and walked away, puffing at the heat. "Thanks!"
[Sometimes you really can't blame the guests for treating people differently. I'm pretty sick of these two myself now]
[Thank goodness each episode only lasts two days. Those few minutes at breakfast were already suffocating]
[An'an loves congee so much, but he took buns outside just to avoid eating with them]
Shen Huaian indeed didn't want to share a room with Lin Shuheng. Of course, the most important thing was still-
Shipping his CP.
The director had kept him so late last night that by the time he got back, videos and fanfiction about Lasting CP were already all over the internet.
How could he not look?
Not finishing them all would be an absolute waste, okay!
Knowing he wouldn't be able to get up, he had even deliberately set an alarm that morning, all so he could get up as early as possible to ship his CP in person while still getting enough sleep not to drop dead.
Sure enough, the moment he saw the actual people, even the buns in his hands tasted better!
But why was one of them looking at me with such a complicated expression?
Shen Huaian tilted his head in confusion.
Wen Jiu gave him a deadly smile. "May I ask you to explain what you did last night?"
Shen Huaian thought he was asking why he had gotten up so late. "Watched videos and read novels!"
They just happened to be CP videos and CP fanfiction.
"Heh." Wen Jiu opened Weibo on his phone and showed him. "Was this the video you watched, dear?"
Shen Huaian: !!!
Holy shit! I let my guard down...
What should I do when the actual person catches me shipping his CP red-handed?
Waiting online. Urgent.
Shen Huaian hurriedly took out his phone to delete his Weibo post and looked at him with utmost sincerity. "I can explain."
Wen Jiu elegantly lifted his chin.
"I had a momentary lapse in judgment-pfft, no! A momentary lapse in vision!"
How could shipping Lasting be a lapse in judgment? It was practically the best decision of my life, okay!
Shen Huaian hastily corrected himself, thinking how fortunate it was that he had reacted quickly. Otherwise, the Perpetual Motion Machines would drag him out for a public denunciation!
"I shouldn't have reposted it on my main account and added tens of thousands more to the CP fan army."
The corner of Wen Jiu's mouth twitched.
Was that tens of thousands?
It was hundreds of thousands!!
Shen Huaian was already a hugely popular celebrity with eighty million followers. After that flurry of activity from him, how could his curious fans resist clicking?
Even Wen Jiu, one of the people involved, had barely withstood the most-viewed video, let alone the onlookers.
While Wen Jiu was quietly fuming, the man who had returned from washing the dishes suddenly chuckled behind him.
Wen Jiu bristled. "What are you laughing at?!"
Feng Chi obediently showed him the video page on his phone, his smile easy and bright. "This. It's good."
Two heads leaned over-
Wasn't this the fucking video that had gone viral?
It already had ten million views now???
Shen Huaian raised the bun in his hand, basking in reflected glory. "Lasting CP is the fucking best!"
Wen Jiu: ¿¿¿¿¿
How about listening to what you're saying?
The man beside him laughed again. Wen Jiu watched those long, beautiful fingers swipe out of the video, and then, right in front of him-
Tap follow.
Shen Huaian: !!!
The bullet comments: [Holy shit, holy shit!!!]
In front of tens of millions of viewers in the livestream, one of the actual people involved!
Had followed his own CP super topic?!