Chapter 73

Xiao Ziyu was pressed against the window, overlooking the night scene that he had just seen from afar.

Yuan Heng leaned over, holding his waist with one hand and covering his mouth with the other hand: "This broken wall is not very soundproof, don't wake up Yuan Ye."

This was a lie. When the apartment was renovated, the soundproof walls of the piano room were specially selected. Even if someone was playing video games with an external speaker, no one would necessarily hear it. But Xiao Ziyu had no time to think. Yuan Heng's shamelessness was beyond his imagination: "Don't do it here..."

"I've never tried a long pipe. Is it good to smoke?" Yuan Heng pressed him down tightly, buried his head in the side of his neck, his lips pressed against his skin through his hair, feeling a burning heat.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he snatched the pipe away, not knowing who he was arguing with: "If you can't sleep all night, why don't you come to see a living person like me? What's the fun of a cold pipe?"

Xiao Ziyu turned around and faced him, panting slightly: "Because you are the culprit."

"So I came to apologize to you." Yuan Heng pinched the slender waist with half his hand and gently lifted the person up to the bay window. When Xiao Ziyu first woke up, he was so dazed that he even forgot to wear slippers, and the soles of his delicate feet were ice cold.

"Are you cold?" Yuan Heng grabbed one of his ankles with both hands and held it to warm it up. He was willing to half-kneel down and let his other foot step on his knee.

Xiao Ziyu was somewhat uncomfortable with this strange posture and wanted to jump down. However, the way forward was blocked by someone, so Yuan Heng held his feet and kissed the inside of his calf gently.

The skin that has not seen the sun for many years is the most sensitive. A slight tremor spread from that small area. Xiao Ziyu felt itchy, and his toes twitched slightly uncontrollably. He covered his lips with his palm to block a scream.

He tried to maintain his dignity and acted pretentiously: "Where did Mr. Yuan learn these new tricks in his life?"

"So I starved you before," Yuan Heng raised his eyelids and opened his mouth slightly, and Xiao Ziyu suddenly fell silent.

The slender knuckles clasped the edge of the bay window tightly, and the jade-colored protrusions were stained with a light red. The toes that were stepping on Yuan Heng's knees suddenly exerted force, but still failed to shake him at all.

After living his life over again, Yuan Heng did have more skills. However, before he could try out all his martial arts, Xiao Ziyu was sweating profusely.

Yuan Heng was startled for a moment, but then he lowered his eyes again. Xiao Ziyu suddenly widened his eyes and uttered a few broken sentences: "I just now...don't..."

His toes kicked from the knee to his shoulder, and he stepped on him helplessly. Yuan Heng didn't even stagger and easily caught the rebellious foot.

The moon was setting in the west, and Yuan Heng finally stood up and reached out to get a few tissues from the coffee table. Without his support, Xiao Ziyu couldn't even sit still and slid down uncontrollably: "Ah..."

Yuan Heng quickly covered his mouth and swallowed his gasp. The long pipe had been extinguished long ago, leaving only wisps of smoke, like someone dying.

"Are you sleepy?" Yuan Heng held the person horizontally in his arms, but did not go to the bedroom. He rocked the person left and right like a cradle.

Xiao Ziyu leaned on his neck, his nose touching Yuan Heng's chin, and their two long legs were intertwined in a taste of pleasure.

He had revealed too much tonight, and he lost his reserve. He kissed Yuan Heng's Adam's apple with a hint of satisfaction, and said meaningfully, "I'm not sleepy."

"That's perfect," Yuan Heng revealed his true nature and carried him to the master bedroom, "I didn't intend to let you sleep anyway."

The sheets trembled violently, the last few times they trembled particularly violently, and the large solid wooden bed finally creaked under the weight.

After a long silence, the bathroom door was pushed open and the sound of water splashing was heard, which lasted for more than an hour.

In the early morning, Xiao Ziyu was finally able to close his eyes. Last time he complained about the stickiness of the oil, so Yuan Heng considerately changed it to a spiral pattern and asked him about his experience.

"Alright," Xiao Ziyu said in a tired tone, and then slowly said, "It seems a bit spicy."

"Then don't use mint next time," Yuan Heng coaxed, "how about peach?"

Xiao Ziyu still couldn't accept it: "There wasn't any of this mess back then."

Yuan Heng accompanied him in reminiscing about the past: "When you got hurt, there was no ointment to apply, so you could only hold the medicinal jade in your mouth, but you didn't want to."

Xiao Ziyu collapsed, and suddenly remembered something: "Did you throw away the paper ball in the living room?"

"There's nothing on the paper ball," Yuan Heng said meaningfully, "I caught it all."

Xiao Ziyu turned around, leaned deeply into his arms, and softened his voice: "That won't work either, there are other people at home..."

Yuan Heng was easily captured. He felt that it was fortunate that Xiao Ziyu had awakened him with a sword in his previous life, otherwise he might have gone down in history as the number one tyrant.

He said helplessly: "It has been cleaned up a long time ago."

The next morning, Yuan Ye set the alarm for 8 a.m., because he knew his brother got up early every day and he was afraid that he would miss breakfast and be scolded again.

He came into the living room with messy hair. The curtains were not yet opened and the large flat was unusually quiet.

The door of the master bedroom was closed. Yuan Ye finally understood what was going on. He silently complained about the incompetent emperor, picked up the menu from the shelf at the door with ease, and ordered a luxurious breakfast for himself at Blue Sea's private restaurant.

At around nine o'clock, the bedroom door opened slightly and Yuan Heng came out in his pajamas. He immediately saw Yuan Ye sitting on the sofa playing video games.

He was already awake when this guy ordered food, but the person in his arms was sleeping so soundly that he seemed to be hugging him like a giant pillow. He was not able to wake up until Xiao Ziyu turned over. Yuan Heng frowned and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Yuan Ye said sullenly: "I don't want to go back."

Yuan Heng ignored him and took the menu, thinking about what to order for Xiao Ziyu's breakfast.

He couldn't touch fried, sour and spicy food, so he chose a seafood porridge and a few light side dishes. Just after finishing the call, Yuan Ye suddenly said, "I'm serious, brother. I really don't want that share anymore. If I transfer it to you, at least I can fight against that Wu guy."

Although he had only been working for a few days, he had a thorough understanding of office politics. Yuan Heng stared at him for a while, and then said after a while: "No need."

He gave Yuan Ye two choices: "Either go back to work in the company, or just eat the dividends."

Yuan Ye has things he wants to do, but in the eyes of his mother and the company's directors, eating dividends is no different from being useless. He stiffened his neck and said, "I just don't want it. When you graduated from college and set up a studio, you didn't rely on your family's help, did you?"

Yuan Heng inserted the menu back into the shelf with a thud. "So what do you want to do? How big a team do you want to build? How many people do you want to hire? Have you done any market research? Write up a report and hand it in to me on Monday."

Yuan Ye likes photography. After graduating from university, he traveled all over the world and made many friends during his field trips. However, he had no detailed idea about how to put it into practice.

Yuan Ye moved his lips: "Brother, do you want to invest in me?"

Yuan Heng glanced at him lightly: "See if you are worth it."

Yuan Ye wailed, threw away the game controller and huddled down on the sofa: "Brother, did you enslave me in your previous life? I'm really tired and don't want to work."

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open and Xiao Ziyu came out rubbing his eyes. Her long hair was casually draped, her clothes collar was wide open, and the mark on her collarbone was bright red, covering the original red mole.

Before Yuan Ye could turn around, Yuan Heng stood up suddenly, walked in front of the crowd, blocked them tightly, and pulled Xiao Ziyu's collar: "Awake?"

Xiao Ziyu then remembered that there were people at home. It would be too deliberate to go back. He looked over his shoulder and greeted Yuan Ye: "Good morning."

Yuan Ye quickly pulled out the chair from the dining table: "Sister-in-law, sit down. My brother ordered this loving breakfast for you."

After Xiao Ziyu sat down, his brows frowned inadvertently, as if he was enduring some discomfort. There was no suitable cushion at home, so Yuan Heng stretched out his legs and said, "Come sit on my lap."

Yuan Ye finally couldn't stand it anymore. The possibility of watching his brother show his affection was lower than watching him dance Macha Baka in the company. He wanted to poke his eyes out: "Don't bother me anymore, I'll leave first."

The door slammed shut. Xiao Ziyu always treated Yuan Ye as a child. In his mind, he always had that delicate and silly little prince in his mind. He felt a little worried. "Where is he going?"

"Don't worry about it. There are plenty of bad friends." Yuan Heng pulled the man onto his lap. "I applied medicine to you this morning. You need to come again after your nap."

Xiao Ziyu didn't let him interrupt him, and suddenly thought of something he hadn't asked yet: "Why was it the Eighth Prince who ascended the throne that year? Where did you go?"

The atmosphere in the early morning was just right, and Yuan Heng didn't want to ruin it, so he pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and fed it to him: "It's a long story, I'll tell you slowly when I have the chance later."

Xiao Ziyu couldn't resist the temptation and ate the osmanthus pastry. His mouth was occupied, and just as he was about to ask more questions, his cell phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Luo Li.

Luo Li went straight to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family after returning yesterday. In the background, there was the sound of his aunts and uncles eating melon seeds and chatting. He asked, "Brother Xiao, how was your rest yesterday?"

Luo Li would not look for him for no reason, Xiao Ziyu said: "I'm fine, what's the matter?"

"Isn't this the fan benefit I mentioned before?" Luo Li explained, "They were clamoring for it when we had 500,000 fans. After the broadcast of The Jade Case, it broke 1 million yesterday. We have to take advantage of this holiday to show our appreciation."

Xiao Ziyu paused, then remembered: "Live broadcast?"

"Yes," Luo Li said, "Brother Xiao, you don't have to be too nervous. Just turn on the camera and chat with them about daily life, sing an impromptu song or something."

"Okay, I'll try," Xiao Ziyu agreed.

Before hanging up, Luo Li said, "Brother Xiao, we have received several scripts recently. I'll send them to your email address. Remember to pick one when you have time."

Yuan Heng wiped the slag of osmanthus cake from his mouth: "What's wrong?"

"Luo Li asked me to do a fan benefit," Xiao Ziyu thought for a moment, "I plan to do a live broadcast."

"You can live stream it," Yuan Heng groaned, tapping his neck, "but these marks need to be covered up."

Xiao Ziyu: “…”

With a ready-made stand and camera at home, Xiao Ziyu logged into Weibo to announce the live broadcast time, and fans immediately showed up:

"I guessed it was these two days. It's worth it that I live on Weibo every day."

"The little goldfishes finally have some benefits, woooo."

"I want to see my brother dressed in women's clothes hehe"

"I want to watch it too. The cross-dressing part in "The Jade Case" is so amazing. She is really a peerless beauty."

When the fans were having a group team-building activity, Xiao Ziyu was sitting face to face in Yuan Heng's arms, letting him apply powder to the marks on his neck. Yuan Heng glanced at the phone screen and his voice became three degrees colder: "You are not allowed to wear it."

What's the big deal? Xiao Ziyu smiled intriguingly: "Don't you want to see it, Mr. Yuan?"

"I'll buy you whatever I want to see," Yuan Heng leaned over and whispered something while holding the back of Xiao Ziyu's head firmly with his big hand while applying a powder puff.

Xiao Ziyu's expression gradually changed from bewilderment to shock, and then he said in disbelief: "How could someone invent such a thing? How shameless!"

"Don't be too conservative," Yuan Heng pushed him back and continued to apply powder, "Only with an open mind can you adapt to the new society."

At 3 pm, the live broadcast officially began. Xiao Ziyu stared at the camera and greeted the fans in an unskilled manner: "Hello everyone, I am Xiao Ziyu."

The comments started to come out one after another, and Xiao Ziyu tried his best to answer some of the questions:

"Yes, I'm at home now."

"What did you do during the Mid-Autumn Festival... Well, I rested at home."

"Lunch. For lunch, I had mushroom stuffed shrimp balls and dragon and phoenix chicken in a hot pot."

The topic gradually turned from daily life to his new drama: "The next job has not been determined yet, but if nothing unexpected happens, I would like to try my hand at the big screen."

Watching his first live broadcast, the fans were very friendly. They taught him how to use the lens effects and how to beautify the camera. Xiao Ziyu was coaxed into turning on the effects of a rude man and almost scared himself to death.

“Hahahaha, brother really doesn’t know how to do live streaming.”

“I was scared by myself, hahahaha”

"No, Yuyu's looks are just too good. Even when twisted like this, she still looks good."

After nearly an hour of live broadcast, Xiao Ziyu also sang two ditties and waved to his fans before going off the air: "That's all for today. See you next time."

Xiao Ziyu closed Weibo and breathed a sigh of relief. During the live broadcast, he was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table. At this moment, his legs were a little numb and he didn't want to move. He raised his voice and said, "I'm done here!"

For a long time, Yuan Heng in the study was silent.

He stood up and patted his calf: "Yuan Heng!"

The study door was pushed open, and Yuan Heng appeared at the door holding a cell phone, looking somewhat helpless:

"Zi Yu, you haven't turned off the camera yet."

Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a few seconds and slapped the camera away, but the comment section on Weibo was already paralyzed!