Motherfucker!
Wen Jiu shot to his feet. This time, even Feng Chi couldn't hold him back. "Which bastard came up with this shitty idea? Get out here and take your beating!"
The comments: [Which clever little genius came up with this brilliant idea? Get out here and take your kisses!]
Wifey Ride Me Facing Forward: [Hehe, I've wanted to see this forever. I never thought Wifey would actually pick me!!! Screaming, pulling up a little stool, starry eyes]
Wifey Beg Me One More Time and I'll Give It to You: [Holy shit, isn't that username way too shameless?! Change it right now!]
Wifey in My Left Arm Goose in My Right: [Guards, drag this delusional bastard out of here]
When Wifey Acts Cute President Feng Loses His Soul: [You sure are good at killing the donkey once it's done turning the mill. Neither of your usernames is innocent either, okay?]
Wen Jiu: "I #@¥%^&0*!"
At this point, the director spoke up. He entered the livestream under the production team's official account and forcibly butted in.
"Hey, hey, hey, no backing out. You agreed to the punishments. Three of them, not one less."
Wen Jiu furiously slammed a pillow down with a loud bang!
On camera, it looked as though even the bed shook three times.
The comments instantly fell silent.
The director typed shakily: "B-but you, you already agreed..."
Wen Jiu: ...
"User Lasting-Feng Chi has gifted ten spaceships."
"User Lasting-Feng Chi has gifted ten spaceships."
"User Lasting-Feng Chi has gifted ten spaceships."
The top-tier VVVIP's flashy effects interrupted the rampaging Wen Xiaojiu's casting, and the livestream announcement rang out loud and clear.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
One move from a big shot was enough to show his caliber.
This livestream had been started using Wen Jiu's account, and all its earnings belonged to Wen Jiu.
No one had expected President Feng to quietly pull off something this big, throwing out three million yuan in one go.
And he didn't seem inclined to stop.
Wen Jiu snatched his phone and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
On camera, the man looked up innocently, looking just like an obedient, pretty little wife. "Cheering you up."
Wen Jiu stumbled, barely able to withstand it.
He stiffened his neck and blustered, "Is this how you cheer someone up? Do I need you throwing money around to cheer me up? Don't you know the platform takes a processing fee? You wasteful..."
As he scolded him, Wen Jiu's voice trailed off.
In Wen Xiaojiu's view, once they were married, they were husbands, grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Was there any need for all this nonsense that let the platform take a cut?
Whichever grasshopper lost a leg, wasn't it still a loss?
It was perfectly normal for him, Wen Xiaojiu, to feel pained when Feng Chi threw money around, okay!
But... Wen Jiu belatedly realized that the viewers didn't know that.
Wen Jiu sheepishly handed Feng Chi's phone back and gritted his teeth. "Anyway, don't send any more!"
Feng Chi obediently said, "Oh," the corners of his thin lips curving slightly upward.
He smiled like a scheming, handsome fox.
But Wen Jiu was distracted, his head full of whether he'd given himself away. He leaned toward the screen to look.
One second, the viewers had been howling like melon-field badgers discovering fresh gossip. Caught off guard by a devastating close-up of his beauty, they still managed to hammer out comments while frantically taking screenshots.
Each person's muddled comment, smuggling in their own agenda, instantly buried the earlier speculation. Requests for him to read the novel flooded the screen.
[Mpreg novel, mpreg novel! I want to hear Gu Wenzhi and Bu Qing!!!]
[Wifey, why can't President Feng send gifts? Will you read it without gifts?]
[Wifey, if President Feng can't send gifts, can I? Just read that chapter!]
The viewers had already checked. Perhaps the author just liked writing stimulating stuff. Normally, their writer's block was so bad they stalled completely, but whenever they reached the smut, inspiration poured out. That chapter had the highest word count in the book.
A full seven thousand words.
Seeing that the viewers hadn't noticed, Wen Jiu instinctively sighed in relief. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and reluctantly agreed. "Just one chapter, then."
As he opened his phone, he still felt uneasy and looked up to emphasize, "No screen recordings or audio recordings, and absolutely no posting it online! Most importantly, you can't laugh at me!!!"
The comments filled with text emojis nodding obediently.
Wen Jiu hesitantly tapped it open. He still wanted to bluff his way through by tapping to the next chapter, but the quiet big dog beside him suddenly clung to him again, encircling him once more.
Thin lips inadvertently brushed the tip of his ear as Feng Chi leaned over and said, "I don't have this book on my phone. Let me share yours."
Fuck!
Wen Jiu freed one hand to rub his ear and gave him a fierce look.
Just talk! Don't touch your daddy's ears!
President Feng curled his lips, in a very good mood. He had long since discovered that Wen Xiaojiu's ears were especially sensitive. One touch made him explode, and one kiss made him go soft.
Just one kiss could make him behave.
At that moment, Wen Xiaojiu looked full of fighting spirit, but the hollow of his lower back pressed against Feng Chi's abdomen betrayed how weak his entire body had gone.
It was just a little unfortunate that the viewers couldn't spot this sweet moment.
Feng Chi felt a little regretful about that, but the upturned corners of his lips revealed his secret pleasure.
He had to admit, this feeling was a little addictive.
[God, President Feng's smile is so seductive]
[This man is just too sexy. No wonder even a straight guy like Wifey can't withstand him. So fucking hot]
[Fuck, even I'm getting wet watching this. I'm definitely clipping this and tagging Wifey to watch. We can't be the only ones suffering]
[Wifey looks so tiny in President Feng's arms, even though he's 180 cm]
[Wifey's 182, President Feng's 192. That's a 10 cm difference. You tell me if he looks small]
[My nose is bleeding... seriously]
[My phantom dick is up, seriously]
"Ahem!" Gritting his teeth, Wen Jiu pulled up the chapter that would socially ruin him, closed his eyes, and ordered the man behind him, "You read Bu Qing!"
The comments: [!!!]
Feng Chi sounded relaxed. "Sure."
The corners of Wen Jiu's mouth rose wildly. "Really?"
"Mm." The man looked very accommodating and had thought everything through. "We'll each read our own lines and the narration involving our character."
Afraid the big shot would change his mind, Wen Jiu immediately settled it. "No problem. Let's start!"
[Headphones on, headphones on! Holy shit, here it comes!]
[This is inexplicably embarrassing [blushing]. Headphones ready. Do as you please, actual couple. Don't worry about whether I survive]
All sixty million viewers in the livestream opened the mpreg novel that made Wen Jiu want to flee Earth overnight with his money. Their toes curled in embarrassment as they excitedly put on their headphones.
It was fine. Although their idol's tastes were a little unusual, they could still handle this much.
As long as they weren't embarrassed, someone else would be.
Wen Jiu: "The novel is called After My Delicate Wife Returned with Our Child, Yandere President Gu Pampered Him Every Night. Author: Light Boat on the Clouds..."
Under the covers on the first floor, Shen Huaian went, "Pfft!"
[It's okay, we can take it. Keep going, Wifey!]
Apart from the excessive smut, Wen Jiu could actually accept everything else. After all, it was the sort of thing he liked reading, so he didn't quite understand why his fans in the comments were putting on a brave face.
Wen Jiu: "Chapter 247: Wifey, I'm Going Crazy."
Feng Chi lowered his eyes to read the novel on the phone. Unable to help himself, he turned his head and pressed a hand to his lips.
Wen Jiu: "Bu Qing was drunk."
"Drunk, he seemed especially soft and delicate. The corners of his eyes were tinged red, and his drifting gaze set the man watching him aflame.
Gu Wenzhi carried him into the car in his arms. Just as he was about to straighten up, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down.
'Bu Qing, behave.' Gu Wenzhi's voice was husky with restraint. 'I'll take you home.'"
Wen Jiu used his natural voice for the narration, but switched to a different voice for the dialogue. The moment that voice emerged, everyone's eyes lit up, and they were instantly drawn into the scene.
It was as though there really was a man holding his lover in his arms, suppressing his desire and restraining his feelings.
Feng Chi: "'Wenzhi, why did I have to meet you again?' Bu Qing looked at him with tear-filled eyes, his expression anguished. 'I'd already started a new life. Why can't you just let me go?'
Why can't you let me go?
Why did I get pregnant with your child?
Why can I get pregnant???"
Feng Chi's voice paused, and he turned his head, pressing his lips together in restraint.
It took a full half minute before he regained the composure expected of Feng's chairman.
"Why did you have to force your way so domineeringly into my life again?"
#Lasting CP reads an mpreg novel live#
#Feng Chi why can I get pregnant#
[Help, even President Feng can't hold it in. Is this really what Wifey usually reads?]
[Wifey's reading is so evocative! But... pfft, hahaha, holy shit! This book is seriously cursed!]
[Is the author trying to kill me with laughter and inherit my homework? Is this really not a comedy???]
[Hahaha, I've already moved into the three-bedroom apartment I scraped out with my toes. In a bit, I should be able to scrape out a villa for everyone here too]
[No, thanks. The luxury apartment I scraped out is already big enough for my whole family]
Wen Jiu: "'I know I have no right, but could I please beg you...' Gu Wenzhi carefully laid him on the back seat and pleaded humbly, 'Don't be with Shen Qing.'"
Shen Yu & Yu Qing, who had been so curious that they'd stayed in the livestream silently lurking and listening: ...?
Under the covers, Shen Huaian frantically kicked his blanket in embarrassment, desperately holding back his laughter!
Wen Jiu: "The man bent down and restrained himself as he kissed the forehead of the person in his arms. But as he pulled away, a sudden force yanked him down, and a fierce, bitter kiss crashed hard into his lips."
When Wen Jiu finished reading, a faint bitterness drifted through his heart.
Fuck, it was actually a little moving.