Flamboyant yet innocent CEO gong x Upright yet devious Movie King shou (both pure, HE). Explicitly mentally ill shou x Latently mentally ill gong.
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Bonus Chapter: Daily Life After Marriage
[Because a Mr. Yu, who wishes to remain anonymous, loves strawberries so much but has poor health, eating too many would cause him stomach aches. This led another Mr. Lu, who also wishes to remain anonymous, to establish a household rule—strictly forbidding eating more than ten strawberries at a time.]
Yu Sheng slumped on the sofa, one slipper hanging on his foot and the other tossed under the coffee table. The warm sun shone on his exposed belly, which was not properly covered by his pajamas.
But the area around the sofa was a mess. Clothes that had been casually taken off were just thrown on the armrest and slid onto the carpet. Bath towels and bathrobes were crumpled up in a ball. Some documents that needed to be signed were piled up like scraps of paper next to the trash can. Most conspicuously, there were two large boxes of strawberries in the center of the coffee table.
The person on the sofa seemed to be enjoying the sun too much; they stretched and yawned, rolled over, and even scratched their bottom. They looked incredibly content.
"..." This was the first scene Lu Chenyang saw when he returned home from his business trip, but he didn't show any surprise; he was used to it.
"Crack." Lu Chenyang stopped in his tracks as he stepped on an empty soda can that had rolled into the entryway.
Yu Sheng's comfort was interrupted by a sudden noise. He rubbed his eyes groggily and sat up. "Sit" doesn't quite capture it; he should be described as slumped.
Yu Sheng was just like a well-fed cat, lazily scanning Lu Chenyang with her gaze and saying, "You're back." Then she tried to lie back down.
But suddenly, as if he had just realized something, he sprang up from the sofa. His eyes widened, and his pupils became round and swollen with his movement, making him look even more like a big cat.
"Holy crap! You, you, aren't you flying the day after tomorrow?" Yu Sheng glanced guiltily at the two large boxes of strawberries on the coffee table.
He had planned it all along: to have a good meal while Lu Chenyang was away.
He took his medication first, then ate the strawberries, and then destroyed the evidence. To do this, he didn't even use his own card to pay for the strawberries.
How...how could I...miscalculate?
As Lu Chenyang approached step by step, Yu Sheng subconsciously tried to hide the two extremely conspicuous large boxes on the coffee table behind her back.
Sure enough, the man went straight for the box.
Open. Empty.
Oh no, there are a few strawberry butts left that don't look very sweet.
Before Lu Chenyang could turn around, Yu Sheng had already huddled up and pretended to be a quail.
What did Lu Chenyang do to him after he secretly ate strawberries and got a stomachache? Oh, Lu Chenyang gave him medicine, warmed his stomach, and rubbed it, but he just wouldn't talk to him. The punishment lasted for a whole afternoon and half an evening. It was so long that he only paid attention to him after finishing dinner.
Cold violence! Yu Sheng never expected Lu Chenyang to use such a vicious method of punishment.
Yu Sheng wondered how long Lu Chenyang would punish him this time. Thinking of this, she used her most effective trick: she stretched out two fingers and carefully tugged at Lu Chenyang's sleeve, trying to shrink herself into a ball as much as possible. Then she looked up at Lu Chenyang with her watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times to make sure she looked pitiful enough.
Lu Chenyang is most susceptible to this kind of thing.
But this plan seems to have failed. Lu Chenyang stood there as still as a mountain, his eyes as firm as if he were about to join the Party, completely unaffected by his acting skills.
Damn it! I refuse to believe this nonsense!
Yu Sheng continued to escalate the situation, gently swaying the hand holding Lu Chenyang's sleeve from side to side. Her pajamas, which she wasn't properly wearing, slipped down her shoulders at just the right moment, revealing her beautiful poppy tattoo.
"Officer Lu..." Yu Sheng used his usual high-pitched voice, but before he could finish his prepared lines, Lu Chenyang grabbed him by the back of the neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chick.
"Hey, hey, hey, oh my god! Lu Chenyang!" With his plan backfired, the Second Young Master Yu stopped pretending and started throwing a tantrum, "Let me go! I just ate some strawberries, so what? You're going to hit me?"
"Let me tell you, even though we're married, domestic violence is still illegal!!!"
"Don't you understand that this is illegal?!"
Yu Sheng was still chattering away when suddenly she leaned back and was picked up by Lu Chenyang.
Seeing that Lu Chenyang wasn't angry, Yu Sheng easily coaxed him by rubbing her head against his neck to show her friendliness.
Lu Chenyang placed Yu Sheng on the master bedroom bed, bent down to cover his exposed belly, and took out some stomach medicine from the bedside drawer and put it in his mouth. Then, without saying a word, he turned and left the room.
Soon after, the sound of tidying up the room came from the living room.
"Hmph." Yu Sheng grumbled in dissatisfaction, then felt a little aggrieved, wondering how long Lu Chenyang would punish him with the silent treatment this time.
It shouldn't be later than this evening. If Lu Chenyang feels the punishment needs to be more severe, then Yu Sheng will only tolerate him until bedtime at most.
About an hour later, the sounds of tidying up the living room stopped. Yu Sheng got up and decided to go out and take a look.
He really doesn't want to be punished if an apology would be effective.
Before he could even put on his slippers, Lu Chenyang walked in ahead of him, carrying a large bowl of fruit.
"Wow~~" Yu Sheng's eyes lit up. The fruit bowl contained a bunch of big, red strawberries that looked absolutely delicious.
"I was on a business trip to Shenyang this time. They're famous for these milk strawberries. I tried them and they were delicious, so I brought some back for you." Although Lu Chenyang's voice was steady and his words were innocuous, the dark glint in his eyes and his murderous expression were clearly abnormal.
Yu Sheng shrank her neck, feeling a chill on her back, but only for a second before she became defiant and said, "Give it to me so I can try it." As she spoke, her little paws, poised to strike, went for the fruit bowl.
But before the cat could even reach the edge of the fruit bowl, Officer Lu caught its paws and, with a twist, easily pinned Yu Sheng to the bed, rendering her immobile.
Holding a bowl of fruit in one hand and Yu Sheng in the other, Lu Chenyang slowly leaned down, leaned close to his ear, and announced the verdict unhurriedly, "You like to sneak food? Then how about we eat our fill today?"
"But you've already had enough from your mouth today, how about we switch to another mouth?"
"We guarantee you'll eat your fill and have a great time."
"I bought a lot, let's take our time today~"
Yu Sheng cried out in terror, "Holy crap, no, no, no, no!"
"..."
Three minutes later, a terrifying scream came from the bedroom.
Yu Sheng: "You beast! I'm not eating anymore!!!"
"..."
Lu Chenyang: "Strawberry flavor."
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Lan Zhong: Originally, the client for Lu Chenyang's MV male lead shoot had to add a last-minute request, delaying the shoot by three days. But as the boss, how could I let my artists suffer like that! (Lights a cigarette, hands on hips)
Lan Zhong: As the perfect boss of the 21st century, and also one of Yu Sheng's few good brothers, I argued my case to ensure that Lu Chenyang could finish filming on schedule and return to reunite with Yu Sheng. (Smiles, concealing his accomplishment)
Lan Zhong: I wonder how these two will thank me. (Puts hands on hips, looking incredibly cool)
Lu Chenyang (after eating and drinking his fill): Thank you, President Lan.
Lu Chenyang (seriously): I hope this will teach Ah Sheng a lesson. (Lights a cigarette, deep in thought)
Yu Sheng (gritting her teeth): I thank you for eight generations of your ancestors! (Haven't gotten out of bed for three days, deeply loathing strawberries)