Chapter 75 What else could this be but liking? "Uh, Mr. Zhu,..."

"Uh, Mr. Zhu, you go first."

The person in front of him glanced back and suddenly saw a huge figure standing behind him. It was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter for people in both the lower and upper offices. He felt a little sweaty. Could someone tell him why he could run into the top boss in this shabby restaurant?

Do rich people also like this kind of thing?

The public opinion about Zhu Yanhe downstairs is unanimously terrifying. His image has been demonized. He is described as decisive and efficient, with his abilities matching his eloquence. He is breathtakingly handsome, but can only be admired from afar; getting too close will only cause harm.

Previously, the company had a rule for hiring people: strong mental fortitude. It wasn't that colleagues were hard to get along with; it was that wherever the president went, chaos ensued.

He already had a lot of attention on him, but his voice drew even more attention, like spotlights on a stage, all focused on Zhu Yanhe. Zhu Yanhe remained expressionless and said calmly, "No need, follow the rules."

He just came to buy some food to take home, why are you treating him like some kind of deity descended from heaven?

One by one, the people in the front row ordered their food and took their seats. When they lifted their shiny black leather shoes with red soles, the tiles were bathed in red light. Their elegant and well-fitting suits stood in the middle of a table covered with grease, creating an extreme contrast that seemed out of place.

While waiting in line, Zhu Yanhe pondered why this little restaurant stood out among a bunch of restaurants with much more expensive decor. However, the owner must be very bold to open such a place.

Zhu Yanhe glanced at the menu, but the simple names made him hesitate to order. He didn't know which of these dishes Ning Buyi liked to eat.

The man pointed his finger in the air, casually picked out a few dishes with the word "explosive" printed next to their names, and left the store carrying a bag of vegetables in a transparent plastic box.

The landscaping in front of the office building is quite nice; the trees on both sides of the road are all bare, their branches standing tall, as if they are wandering through the city. The slightly green leaves are still clinging to the trunks, probably like Ning Buyi clinging to him, no matter how the wind blows, they can't be knocked down.

He bought that apartment on short notice, not choosing a mid-range one for fear of arousing Ning Buyi's suspicion. On the way back, Zhu Yan felt a sense of satisfaction. He was connected to Ning Buyi's live stream in the car. He was captivated by the feeling that the house had become a home and was immersed in the feeling of having Ning Buyi around.

Even if he had to interact with strangers, he was willing to hope to draw from this little spring in the desert.

He slammed the exam paper shut, just as the sound of a door opening came from outside. Ning Buyi ran out barefoot, without even putting on his shoes. The tiled floor was much colder than the solid wood floor, but he was hungry!

As soon as the door opened, the familiar figure of the bear was standing in the doorway. The boy clinging to the doorframe had a glint in his eyes and, unsurprisingly, stared intently at the thing he was carrying. The outermost plastic bag had turned from transparent to white due to the heat escaping from the box.

"You're back!" Ning Buyi blinked, her tone filled with undisguised joy, though Zhu Yanhe knew that "you" was actually referring to the food.

Mr. Bear grunted in response. The boy's bare feet dangled from the chair, turning red from the cold. Under his hood, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly: "You'll catch a cold."

As he spoke, he placed the lunch he was holding on the table, turned around and took out a pair of fluffy slippers from the shoe cabinet by the door, and placed them at Ning Buyi's feet.

Ning Buyi leaned against the wooden chair with his head down. His white rabbit slippers were neatly arranged there. He stepped into the slippers, and the soft touch was the same as the ones he wore at Zhu Yanhe's house. They fit him perfectly, as if they were tailor-made for him.

Before he could think about it, the creaking sound of the plastic box lid opening immediately caught Ning Buyi's attention. Boxes of steaming hot stir-fries were placed in front of him, and the color made them look freshly cooked!

The aroma wafted into his nasal cavity with each breath, and Ning Buyi couldn't help but swallow.

"It smells so good."

Mr. Bear still only took off his right glove. Ning Buyi couldn't wait for Mr. Bear to take the chopsticks apart for him. He took the chopsticks wrapped in the plastic bag, grabbed one end and shoved it hard into the table. A sharp pain suddenly swept over him, as if a nurse was pulling his hand to take blood from his fingers. He hissed in pain and immediately threw the chopsticks aside.

There's an assassin hidden in the chopsticks! Murder!

Bright red blood was squeezed out from under his skin. The next second, a large hand grabbed his wrist. The gentle touch stopped at his fingertips. The tissue that wiped away the blood was stained with a little crimson. Ning Buyi stared blankly at the doll in front of him. It was incredibly fast!

After stopping the bleeding, Mr. Bear stood up and went back to his room to look for something. He found a box of Band-Aids, and with a tearing sound, the medicated bandages inside were revealed. His soft bear paw held his palm, and his other large hand applied the bandages to his hand.

If the bandages on the face were replaced with rings, then the two people would definitely be holding an engagement ceremony.

Zhu Yanhe frowned and pursed his thin lips, thinking that he shouldn't have used disposable chopsticks for such a pretense.

"Thank you, thank you." Ning Buyi stared intently at his tightly bandaged fingers, his knuckles twitching slightly, causing the bandage to crease a little.

Mr. Bear didn't say anything, but took out a bowl and chopsticks from the kitchen and placed them in front of him. Ning Buyi happily took them and couldn't wait to pick up the perfectly cooked dishes and stuff them into his mouth. That little incident didn't bother him at all; he was really hungry!

Ning Buyi carefully savored the taste of the food in his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he ate: "This tastes so familiar!"

Da Xiong turned to look at him, and Zhu Yanhe's heart skipped a beat. Logically speaking, he was responsible for Ning Buyi's meals at the company, so he shouldn't have eaten them.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Buyi picked up a few more bites and tasted them. Suddenly, he straightened up and reached out to rummage through the plastic bag, only to find that the shop's logo was not on it as he had expected.

He hissed softly, then looked at the bear with a scrutinizing gaze, but also with a hint of naivety: "Where did you buy it?"

"Is it that bad? I saw a long line on my way back and bought it." Mr. Bear's tone was calm, and the two seemed to be having a casual chat. Ning Buyi couldn't detect anything amiss.

Ning Buyi held the chopsticks with food in his hand, hovering them near his mouth. He rolled his eyes, then convinced himself that the world didn't belong to him or Zhu Yan alone; it was just a coincidence.

He shook his head vigorously, as if it were a rattle: "Delicious! I've had this taste before."

Zhu Yanhe was somewhat surprised. The doll tilted its head slightly, and the electronic voice didn't convey any sense of coincidence: "This is the first time I've passed by there. What a coincidence."

These words immediately dispelled Ning Buyi's unfounded suspicions. He recalled what Zhu Yanhe had said on the phone and shook his head to himself. It definitely wasn't Zhu Yanhe. Besides, Zhu Yanhe would never come looking for him. If he did, it would be to kidnap him. Zhu Yanhe was just that wicked!

Ning Buyi thought to himself, then grinned and explained to Mr. Bear, "Yeah, I used to work upstairs in that restaurant! And my female colleagues took me there to eat every day."

The man under the doll's head squinted. He had previously wondered why Ning Buyi only ate a little bit of food at noon for a period of time and didn't touch many snacks. Zhu Yanhe thought the little pig had anorexia and hired various chefs to make different meals for him.

So someone else is feeding their piglets.

The living room was brightly lit, even without the lights on. Most of the various stir-fried dishes in the plastic boxes on the white porcelain table had been eaten by Ning Buyi. Da Xiong glanced at them and said naturally, "I'll bring you food every day."

Ning Xiaozhu paused in his eating, his dark eyes darting around in their sockets. His mind was racing, as if he'd been injected with chicken blood. "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding," he thought. "There's no such thing as a free lunch." He sighed. "But Da Xiong must think of me as his... younger brother."

"Would you be upset if I refused?" Ning Buyi's voice was soft, like a puppy tentatively probing for fear of hurting its owner.

"Yes," Big Bear replied crisply and quickly.

Ning Buyi pursed his lips, his heart churning like two ropes spinning in a tight knot. "Fine, fine! That works too!" he thought. He solemnly put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and replied, "Then I'll split it with you."

"Okay." Mr. Bear nodded decisively with a slight nod. Zhu Yanhe felt favored. He knew that Ning Buyi was clear-headed and unwilling to take more than his share or enjoy other people's kindness for nothing.

But Ning Buyi never mentions money to him, and he willingly snuggles into his arms and begs for love. What else could this be but liking someone?

After a hearty meal, Ning Buyi quickly went back to his room and continued his morning live stream. The boy was half-exposed in front of the camera, lying on the table doing homework. Some newcomers joined the live stream, and the comments started scrolling.

"Why are you writing this all the time? It can't be fake, right?"

"It might be a starting point, otherwise this would be the only image."

"A streamer who is good at pretending to be knowledgeable."

...

"It's not fake!"

Ning Buyi stood his test paper upright facing the camera. This was the first time he had spoken in the live broadcast room today. The paper was covered with drafts, and the answers could be vaguely seen in the boxes circled by the test takers.

"The host's handwriting is so beautiful, I have to give them a compliment."

"I'm doing a problem too, but I don't know how to do this one. Can you help me?"

"You can show the streamer the screenshot on the microphone, and see if it's just a show."

...

The person actually applied for a live chat in the background. Ning Buyi looked at the application to go on the microphone that popped up in the background, and pressed the right mouse button to split the live stream into two screens.

The other screen also showed a test paper. The owner of the test paper circled a math problem and pointed to it, indicating that Ning Buyi should explain that problem.

"Oh my god, the good news is that I remember my teacher mentioning it, but that's all the bad news I remember."

"I remember we were supposed to use that Tyndall effect, right?"

"Are you talking in your sleep? Go back and reread it."

Ning Buyi could solve the problem on the screen with just a glance; he had done it countless times. He didn't say anything, but silently took out a piece of white paper, wrote something down, and then showed it to the camera.

The blank paper not only shows the step-by-step solution process, but also presents some problem-solving ideas on the paper, as meticulous as the notes of a legendary diligent top student.

He spoke softly, accompanied by the paper. Ning Buyi pointed to each point with his pen, his thoughts were clear, and his teaching tone made it seem like a teacher had taken over. It was just too convincing.

"I retract my previous statement that was just for show."

"I can't take it anymore, I just fell asleep, can you believe it?"

"Wow, I can do it too after watching this process. I love the feeling of knowledge entering my brain."

...

This little incident boosted the popularity of the live stream, which was simultaneously pushed to students who like to listen to sleep aids and those who love surfing the internet.

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Author's note: This is how President Zhu comforts himself.

If Ning Buyi were an animal, it would definitely be a puppy. Not delicate, but still pampered. Zhu Yanhe would be perfect to raise this puppy. Not only would he have to raise, coax, and love it, but he would also have to be walked and played with by the puppy from time to time. But Zhu Yanhe is not without tricks. He usually tricks people into his arms and then skillfully pulls down their pants and spanks their bottoms.

"You hit me again!"

"Skin."