Chapter 26

Shang Zhier resisted the urge to kiss him on the face and squeezed his fingers hard to express how excited, thrilled and happy she was at the moment.

Yan Huai reached out his other hand to cover Shang Zhier's mask and said hurriedly, "Don't kiss me yet. Wait until we get back. If this becomes a trending topic again, Ye Xiaoming will rush to the hotel and kill me."

There was a car parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on. Yan Huai recognized it as Shang Zhier's car.

"How do you know I want to kiss you?" Shang Zhier opened the car door and the two sat side by side in the back seat.

Yan Huai clicked his tongue: "Your thoughts are all on your face, and your eyes are fixed on me."

Shang Zhier didn't reply, but hummed softly twice.

Shang Zhier's thoughts were all shown on his face. When he returned to the hotel, he did not hide it at all and stared straight at Yan Huai who was wearing a bathrobe.

Yan Huai smiled helplessly and patted the pillow beside him.

Shang Zhier flew over, buried his head in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, muttering to himself, "What a nice smell."

"Let's move back home tomorrow," Yan Huai said. "I don't want to stay in a hotel. I miss my two kittens. Let's bring them back, okay?"

Shang Zhier said, "I'll do as you say."

During the playful quarrel, Shang Zhier suddenly looked up and said, "Want to meet the parents?"

When Yan Huai heard this, he looked a little hesitant. He was worried that Shang Zhier's parents would look down on him, thinking that people in the entertainment industry were not worthy of respect, as they sang and danced on the stage every day.

"My parents are very nice," Shang Zhier comforted him, "They will definitely like you very much. I'm a little worried about whether your parents will like me."

Yan Huai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, they are very open-minded."

The two of them stayed together until late at night.

The next day, the luggage was returned to Shang Zhier's house. The two went to Tao Ning's house, took the two kittens home, and treated Tao Ning to dinner on the way.

As soon as Shang Zhier entered the door, the two cats ran to him and licked his hands.

"Miss me so much?" Shang Zhier pinched the cat's paw pads.

"Meow meow meow."

Tao Ning took two bottles of mineral water and walked towards them, explaining: "It's a little fat. It hasn't moved for two days and has been lying on the balcony basking in the sun."

Yan Huai took the mineral water and the two looked at each other.

Tao Ning thought of the last time he went to the mountains to pick mushrooms. He felt embarrassed and asked, "Is it finished?"

"Yeah," Yan Huai nodded, "What do you want to eat later?"

"How about barbecue?" Tao Ning brushed his bangs and relaxed a little.

"Okay," Yan Huai kicked the tip of Shang Zhier's shoe, "Let's have barbecue."

Shang Zhier loosened his grip, and the two kittens slid to the floor. He turned around and said, "Okay."

There is a barbecue restaurant downstairs in the community, so they ate there.

Inside the private room, the barbecue was sizzling on the grill, Yan Huai was flipping the noodles back and forth with tongs, and Shang Zhier took a big sip of beer along the rim of the glass, his lips covered with foam.

Yan Huai took the lettuce, dipped the grilled meat in some chili peppers and wrapped it up. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Shang Zhier smiled at him cunningly with his eyes curved, and his meaning was obvious.

"It's spicy." Yan Huai took it in his right hand and passed it to Shang Zhier's mouth.

Shang Zhier chewed slowly, his tone vague: "I want to eat spicy food too."

"Let's talk after we finish eating." Yan Huai stared at him.

Shang Zhier's face and lips soon turned red from the spicy food. He took a big gulp of beer and went outside to ask the waiter for yogurt.

Tao Ning bit into the grilled small intestine and hesitated: "You two, are you together?"

"Yeah," Yan Huai also packed one for her, "thanks to your help."

Tao Ning smiled softly. "After we finished picking mushrooms in the mountains, I thought about it for a long time. I shouldn't have forced you to accept him. I've always wanted to apologize to you. Now that I see you two finally get married, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"It's okay, I know you just don't want to see him wait for ten years. After all, it's really too long." Yan Huai lowered his head and ate meat silently.

Shang Zhier came in with three small cans of yogurt and threw one into each of their arms.

"Roast it for me." Shang Zhier took the tongs from Yan Huai and turned the pork belly. "Are your hands sore?"

Yan Huai unwrapped the straw and shook his head: "It's okay, it didn't take long."

It was almost one in the afternoon when they came out of the barbecue restaurant, and they each carried a cat box and went home.

The two cats were doing parkour in the house. Shang Zhier was lying on Yan Huai's lap, playing the video game. Yan Huai was rubbing his hair and suddenly said, "There's something I forgot to tell you a few days ago."

"What's the matter?" Shang Zhier put down the game console and looked at him.

"Could Lu Zheng decide on Gu Shu as the female lead in his next film?" Yan Huai asked.

Shang Zhier nodded, "Sure, I'll tell Lu Zheng."

He changed the subject: "I can introduce her, but in the end it still depends on her acting skills and whether she can satisfy Lu Zheng."

"OK."

Shang Zhier hung up the phone, turned over, put his arm around Yan Huai's waist, and said, "Let's get married in Switzerland, okay?"

“In a small town in Switzerland, you don’t have too many friends. You, me, your family, and three or four close friends.”

Listening to Shang Zhier talking about the scene of marriage, Yan Huaisa could even imagine such a scene.

"Then, let's go now." Yan Huai stood up, took out the suitcase, and packed some clothes in it.

Shang Zhier quickly booked a flight for the afternoon and then told Shang Che that he was getting married.

There are direct flights from City B to Switzerland, which is more than 8,000 kilometers and takes six or seven hours.

The two of them were so impatient that they rushed to the airport.

In the VIP waiting room, Yan Huai and Shang Zhier's phones kept vibrating.

Shang Che and his parents were all shocked by this and kept asking him if it was true and why they hadn't discussed it in advance.

Yan Huai's parents were shocked, but they quickly accepted it, gave their blessings, and when they learned that he was in Switzerland, they booked a flight there.

In the first-class cabin, Yan Huai looked at Shang Zhier who was sleeping beside him and covered his chest with a blanket.

The flight attendant asked softly if he needed food and drinks, and Yan Huai shook his head.

Yan Huai sank into the soft chair, staring blankly at the movie playing on the screen. Ever since he met Shang Zhier, he'd been doing more and more impulsive things. People said marriage requires impulse, which he used to disagree with, but now he felt there was some truth to it.

Because of the impulse, I didn’t miss Shang Zhier.

Thinking of this, he laughed and took Shang Zhier's hand from under the blanket.

We landed in Switzerland at around seven in the morning.

The two of them didn't sleep well on the plane, so they went straight to the hotel Shang Zhier had booked. Yan Huai was lost in thought in the warm spring breeze. Although Shang Zhier often acted like a spoiled child in front of him, most of the time, Shang Zhier was very reliable. Shang Zhier actually acted more like an elder.

After sending the hotel location to their parents and friends, the two of them stayed in the hotel and had a sound sleep.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Yan Huai was sleeping in a daze, feeling an indescribable feeling, both uncomfortable and comfortable. Until he vented it, he suddenly opened his eyes and leaned on the pillow, breathing heavily.

Looking at the bulge in the quilt, he reached out and pushed Shang Zhier, "Come out."

Shang Zhier licked the corner of his mouth, crawled out and lay in Yan Huai's arms.

Yan Huai pinched his cheek and said, "Spit it out."

Shang Zhier's Adam's apple moved, "It's too late, let me kiss you."

"No, there's a smell." Yan Huai stood up and wanted to hide, but when he looked under the quilt, he found that Shang Zhier had thrown his pajamas somewhere.

Shang Zhieryi grabbed his ankle, pulled it back, and said with a smile: "You despise your own."

"I'm hungry, let's go eat." Yan Huai smiled and put his arms around his neck.

"Hungry?" Shang Zhier seemed to be lost in thought. "Then let's eat something else."

He covered the two of them with the quilt and ate something else with Yan Huai.

"Hey, I don't want this, I want to eat, eat!"

At times like this, Shang Zhier would start pretending not to hear.

By the time they finally had dinner, it was already 11pm. They had a quick bite at the hotel when the phone on the table started vibrating.

Yan Huai saw the caller’s name, Ye Xiaoming.

"Hello." He picked up the phone.

"Grandfather, where are you now?" Ye Xiaoming was completely devastated. He hadn't been able to contact him for over ten hours. He went to his house, but he was gone. He asked around but couldn't find him either. "Are you not filming anymore? You're not even going to red carpets or magazines?"

Yan Huai hesitated for a moment, then said the place name: "I'm in Switzerland."

"Switzerland?" Ye Xiaoming was puzzled. "Why are you going there?"

"Get married." Yan Huai took a bite of steak and said casually.

Ye Xiaoming was completely furious and roared on the other end of the phone.

Yan Huai held the phone a little further away. He could guess what Ye Xiaoming would say.

How do I explain this to the company and my fans? What do I do with the rest of my work? Do I know the serious consequences this will bring?

But the same excuse was used when he was forced to act in Cao Wei's movie.

Ye Xiaoming stopped roaring, suppressed his anger, and asked him to give the phone to Shang Zhier.

"Hello?" Shang Zhier leaned back in his chair and answered lazily.

"Teacher Shang, I'm Yan Huai's agent, Ye Xiaoming."

Shang Zhier gestured for Yan Huai to continue eating and said, "Yeah, I know."

"This may be a bit presumptuous," Ye Xiaoming said, "but please consider Yan Huai's career. Marriage would be a significant blow to his career. You also know that he has never won a Best Actor award, or even been nominated."

Shang Zhier chuckled softly, "You and your company clearly only care about how much benefit he can bring to you. What good resources have you given him? When my script was submitted to your company, why did you take the initiative to reject it on Yan Huai's behalf?"

Yan Huai looked up at Shang Zhier while holding a fork. He knew nothing about this matter.

Ye Xiaoming continued to argue, "Moss's script is a niche subject, and it also has intimate scenes. I declined because I was worried about the trauma Cao Wei had caused him. Didn't you end up working with Yan Huai later?"

"Doesn't Yan Huai even have the right to know the existence of the script?" Shang Zhier sneered.

On the other end of the phone, Ye Xiaoming wanted to say something, but Shang Zhier hung up directly.

The phone was thrown heavily onto the table, making quite a noise.

"Are you okay?" Yan Huai asked with concern.

Shang Zhier also realized that he had lost his composure a bit, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "It's okay."

Now he only regretted not having Yan Huai terminate his contract with that lousy company. He even said in a sarcastic tone that Yan Huai wouldn't be able to win the Best Actor award. Shang Zhier scoffed, saying, "Best Actor, sooner or later, it will be Yan Huai's. We'll see."