[Host, you did a great job!]

The system popped up again at this moment, and a large orange cat appeared in the bathroom earlier.

Cen Yu took off his shirt and looked at another tattoo on his arm—this tattoo was of a little angel blowing a trumpet.

The tattoo took up half of his forearm... Actually, Cen Yu got the tattoo for no other reason than, as mentioned before, he was short of money.

Just then, someone needed someone to practice tattooing on, so they asked if he would be willing to do it part-time. Cen Yu, who was short of money, went for it. Because the design was big enough, it took some time. After a while, the two of them exchanged contact information.

And this person was none other than Sang Qianshan.

Before becoming an actress, Sang Qianshan's dream was to get tattoos.

Perhaps it was some kind of perfectionism at play, but before achieving the most perfect result, Sang Qianshan didn't get any large designs tattooed on his body. He sought out Cen Yu because he had practiced countless times with simulated leather and various pigskins and felt that he could directly tattoo on a person.

He wasn't short of money and had no intention of becoming a professional tattoo artist, so he simply paid someone to be his model.

There are a lot of requirements, from skin condition and height to muscle mass.

But because the compensation was really good, Cen Yu went. Unexpectedly, not long after the tattoo was completed, Sang Qianshan was discovered and entered the entertainment industry.

After taking a bath, Cen Yu lay in the bathtub and couldn't help but complain to the system—

“Only novels would write it like that,” he said. “There aren’t that many opportunities to become an overnight sensation.”

【The Sang Qianshan plot is very important!】The kitten emphasized.

Of course, Cen Yu knew that in the original story, after Cen Yu and Yu Xinyu broke up, Cen Yu was cold and ruthless, and Yu Xinyu was secretly heartbroken. Sang Qianshan, who couldn't bear to see this, decided to take Yu Xinyu out to relax.

Then he took Yu Xinyu to participate in a slow-life variety show that he was going to record.

The main idea is to invite celebrities' friends who are not ordinary people to participate.

"This plot is so illogical!" Cen Yu said. "These two aren't even friends, and they're already inviting each other to participate in a variety show?"

[After all, Yu Xinyu will later gain popularity through variety shows, discovering her many strengths and the wonders of the outside world, which will ultimately lead her to decide to get rid of that scumbag!]

[Meanwhile, during the breakup and while Yu Xinyu was on a variety show, the scumbag realized he couldn't bear her leaving... and thus began his arduous journey to win her back.]

The kitten crouched on the edge of the bathtub, watching its host soaking in the tub.

[This is the climax of the story... Yu Xinyu's determination to break up and the scumbag's regretful pursuit of her both occur at this time.]

"Alright then." Cen Yu leaned against the edge of the bathtub and looked at the kitten. "What is Yu Xinyu doing now?"

The kitten glanced at it, its attention diverted.

[Reporting to the host, Yu Xinyu is hand-washing your clothes... she's currently scrubbing your underwear.]

“…” Cen Yu, “There’s no need to be so specific.”

...

Yu Xinyu moved a small stool and sat in front of the washing machine.

She took out Cen Yu's clothes one by one from the washing machine, but stuffed all her own clothes that couldn't be machine washed in.

“I bought this for you~” Yu Xinyu looked at one of the tops, and then recalled how Cen Yu looked wearing it yesterday. He carefully touched the top a few times. “My husband looks good in anything.”

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while.

Finally, I slowly leaned over and gently smelled the clothes... I could only smell a very faint scent of Cen Yu's perfume, because a day had passed, leaving only a faint, cool woody fragrance.

"...It seems like there's no other person's scent."

Yu Xinyu muttered to herself.

"It doesn't have that awful perfume smell."

A month ago, Yu Xinyu noticed that Cen Yu occasionally smelled an unfamiliar perfume on him. Sometimes it was on his shoulders, sometimes on his cuffs, and sometimes on his collar... It wasn't the scent of women's perfume.

On the contrary, it is a highly aggressive men's fragrance.

The scent of rum and patchouli is not the understated woody fragrance that Cen Yu usually uses.

Yu Xinyu hated the smell, and he hated even more that the perfume was on Cen Yu's clothes. It was clearly the clothes he bought for Cen Yu, and Cen Yu was his whole person, so how could he have someone else's perfume smell on him?

Yu Xinyu felt like a male lion whose territory had been occupied.

The first time she smelled the unfamiliar perfume on Cen Yu, she felt a surge of hostility.

However, when faced with his question, Cen Yu only seemed a little impatient. He sniffed his clothes and asked, "What perfume smells like?" He replied, "There's no perfume smell."

"...Has anyone new joined the company recently?" Yu Xinyu asked, fiddling with her fingers, her other hand's nails almost piercing her palm.

"A person?" Cen Yu loosened his tie and tossed it onto the sofa beside him.

He took off his leather shoes, stepped onto the floor, and then plopped down on the sofa. Only then, as if remembering something, did he reveal an unhappy expression.

"Yes, there are."

“We have a new boss who was parachuted in,” Cen Yu said, leaning back on the sofa. “He was transferred from headquarters.”

It's him.

That was Yu Xinyu's first reaction.

He stared at Cen Yu, who was leaning against the sofa with his eyes half-closed. The other man's neatly combed hair had become slightly disheveled since he came home.

Cen Yu's skin was a cool white, which gave it a jade-like texture under the light.

He has two beauty marks under his eyes, and when he's not smiling, he always has a melancholy look that seems like he's about to cry, making people want to soothe all his troubles.

Yu Xinyu looked at Cen Yu with fascination, then slowly walked to his side, half-squatting on the ground, staring at Cen Yu's face.

...The thought of the perfume she smelled back then filled Yu Xinyu with rage.

He couldn't help but clench the clothes in his hands, but then realized what was happening in the next second.

Then, she whispered to the clothes, "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to." He touched the collar and chest of the clothes, "I was just too angry and jealous."

He held the shirt in his arms, "...Luckily, my husband didn't smell of that perfume when he came home today."

He muttered to himself for a while before slowly starting to hand wash the shirt.

After he finally finished hand-washing... his gaze finally fell on the last piece of clothing in the laundry basket.

It was a thin black cloth.

Yu Xinyu blushed and took out the last piece of clothing. He held it in his hand for a long time, looking quite embarrassed.

After hesitating for a while, he stood up, took out a box of brand new, unopened identical items from the cabinet next to him, and then opened one of the brand new ones and threw it into the water.

"You wear them and then throw them away, saying I'm wasteful..." he muttered to himself, "This should be alright, right?"

"It seems like I'll get caught if I throw it away now, so I'll hide it first and throw it away after my husband goes to work."