World 2
Not only is the pancake getting cold, you are getting cold too.
The system had been saying Shangfeng had mental issues and asking him to be more careful. Yang Zheyu hadn't taken it seriously. He'd always thought it was just a wish to put his ex in a sack. Some people even wished their ex would get hit by a car the moment they left the house. Wasn't that just wishful thinking?
Now he had to take it seriously.
Even though micro cameras have been installed, if he doesn't take it seriously, he's afraid that he'll really have to meet Shang Feng through the iron fence in the future.
He could understand putting this thing in his office, since they were a couple after all...but what if he got caught putting this thing in someone else's office?
"Besides the tax office," Yang Zheyu asked hopelessly, "whose office would you put something like this in?"
"Quite a lot." Shang Feng thought for a moment and told the truth, "Except for the women's office, I've installed almost all the senior management offices."
"Then put it in the same-sex office..." Yang Zheyu rubbed his temples, "Aren't you afraid that one day you'll see something eye-catching?"
"Never," Shang Feng replied, "everyone is pretty honest."
Yes, everyone is quite honest, except you who are fucking dishonest.
"Okay, I'll settle this with you after we get home." Yang Zheyu pointed at Shang Feng and said, "Notify everyone in the company that this afternoon is off. We'll go to the company later."
Shang Feng subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Yang Zheyu: "What are you going to the company for?"
"Clean up those miniature cameras you had people install." Yang Zheyu pressed the button next to him and the car window rose.
He took out his cell phone and told Shang Feng with his actions that what he just said was not an inquiry, but a notification.
"Then what about those who are out discussing cooperation?" Shang Feng didn't try to resist, but only raised one point, "Can they also have a holiday together?"
"If they're in this city, we'll let them go straight home from work after the discussion." Yang Zheyu said without hesitation. "If they're going to other cities or abroad and can't come back for a while, we'll see."
Yang Zheyu looked very serious when he said this. Shang Feng asked this question not because he wanted to object, but because he was worried that some people would feel left behind.
He nodded after hearing this, and then responded: "Okay."
While the two were chatting, Yang Zheyu released the news in the company's internal group, and the entire group exploded.
- His private chat also exploded.
From the senior executives at the same level as him to the security department and the cleaning department, everyone was bombarding Yang Zheyu's private chats, and the messages never stopped ringing.
The bombardment can be summed up in one sentence: Really? Is this really not an April Fools’ joke?
Yang Zheyu explained to everyone one by one, and everyone replied: Really, it’s not an April Fool’s joke. If you don’t believe me, I can ask Shang Feng to send a voice message as proof.
Yang Zheyu holds a high position in the company.
First, because he was Shangfeng's boyfriend. Second, because he, a man who knew nothing, had somehow managed to catch up with everyone else through his own hard work. Third, probably because he was sometimes serious, but he never made a fuss about big things.
So everyone who received Yang Zheyu’s reply had the same reaction: Don’t bother, I’ll go pack up now!
After a long while, Yang Zheyu put down his phone and shook his wrist.
"So why do you want to clear it?" Shang Feng spoke after seeing Yang Zheyu put down his phone.
"What if someone finds out?" Yang Zheyu sighed. "I know you're worried about a repeat of what happened before, but those who can join our company have to go through layers of screening. If you want to move up and get to more confidential information, you have to put in even more effort."
"Let's take a step back and say, even if what happened before happens again, do you think this kind of evidence will really be accepted? Even if it is accepted and we win, will anyone dare to come to our company in the future?"
"Oh." Shang Feng's voice sounded a little muffled and a little unconvinced.
Intellectually, he knew that Yang Zheyu was right to do this, and it was for the greater good. But emotionally, if he could really accept this argument... he wouldn't have pretended like this before.
He was just very afraid that what happened before would happen again, so scared that he needed to install these things to stop himself from being afraid.
"And why did you..." Yang Zheyu turned to look at Shang Feng, "never tell me this?"
——It’s finally here.
Shang Feng didn't say anything. He looked in the rearview mirror and there was no car behind him.
He looked away.
Although he knew it didn't matter if he braked at this moment, Shang Feng still drove the car forward a short distance and then stopped on the side of the road.
He didn't know why he did this after looking in the rearview mirror. Maybe it was because he needed time to think about what to say, or maybe he was not mentally prepared to confront Yang Zheyu.
But now he has no time to prepare.
"I'm just... a little scared." Shang Feng said, and raised the window on his side as well.
"What are you afraid of?" Yang Zheyu asked.
"I'm worried that the burden on you will be too much, and you might run away one day because you can't bear it anymore." Shang Feng said, leaning back on the seat cushion behind him, "That's right... and I can handle these things by myself, so there's no need to tell you."
"If you call this a good deal," Yang Zheyu, who had waited a long time only to hear 'no need to tell you,' sneered, "then I really have nothing to say."
"When that incident happened before Zhengxing," Shangfeng said, "you were the one who ran over and woke me up."
"It's scolding." Yang Zheyu, who was in a very bad mood, corrected.
"I don't dare trust others, afraid that this incident will happen again. It was you who learned to handle the company's affairs, big and small." Shang Feng said this without looking at Yang Zheyu. "Now that things are finally getting back on track, you haven't really relaxed. I'm afraid..."
But before he could finish his words, Yang Zheyu raised his hand and interrupted him: "Compared to you, can I also be called 'never relaxed'?"
He originally wanted to continue to be angry and see what Shang Feng could come up with.
But Shang Feng's words were so interesting that he really couldn't bear to listen any longer.
Isn’t it nonsense for a person who is busy all day long to say that he doesn’t feel like he has much relaxation?
Maoqiu, who had originally thought that the two were about to quarrel, relaxed: "Thank goodness, thank goodness, the host is still calm. They shouldn't quarrel."
"It's normal for me not to relax," Shang Feng suddenly said, "your relaxation doesn't count..."
"Did we break up?" Yang Zheyu was infuriated. "What the hell do you mean by 'your relaxation doesn't count...'? What? My relaxation doesn't count as relaxation?"
"...I didn't mean that." Shang Feng looked at Yang Zheyu and said the second half of the sentence in a low voice, "Even if you are angry now, you can't say that we broke up."
"That's just an assumption." Yang Zheyu was a little helpless. He felt that his anger had dissipated more than half because of Shang Feng's words - is this the right place to be so honest?
Can you let others get angry for a while?
"I don't like this assumption," said Shang Feng.
"Then I won't say anything." Yang Zheyu made a pause gesture, "Let me finish what I'm saying now."
Shang Feng nodded.
"If you don't mean that, just tell me what you mean." Yang Zheyu imitated Shang Feng and leaned back against the seat cushion, folding his arms and trying to maintain an unhappy look on his face. "If you don't tell me, I won't know. If I don't know, I can't help but imagine it. After listening to my imagination, you say you didn't mean that. Are you looking for trouble?"
"I've been thinking..." Shang Feng didn't look at him at this moment, but lowered his head and stared at the steering wheel, "Do you really like me?"
Yang Zheyu was so angry at this that he laughed. He really wanted to punch Shang Feng. But he couldn't. He had to stay calm now, and fighting wouldn't solve the problem.
[Right, right, right!] The fur ball next to him immediately echoed loudly, [Host, you need to calm down! Fighting won't solve the problem!]
Yang Zheyu glanced at it and rarely agreed: [Yes, calm down. It won't be too late to beat Shang Feng up after we come to a conclusion.]
The system was extremely anxious: [That's not what I meant! ]
——And host, can you really beat Shang Feng? !
…
"I was the one who kissed you then, and I was also the one who confessed my love to you later." Shang Feng knocked on the steering wheel and said softly, "At first, I also thought it might be inappropriate to be with a friend. After we were together, I felt a little awkward. But after being together for a long time, I am sure that I don't like you just because I helped you in times of need. I really love you."
"...What about you?" Shang Feng frowned, "Do you still remember what you said when I confessed my feelings to you?"
Yang Zheyu closed his eyes and thought for a while, then figured it out.
He seemed to be still smoking at the time, but had just lit it and smoked for a while when Shang Feng slammed the iron gate and strode towards him.
The loud noise, coupled with Shang Feng's expression at the time, scared him so much that he put out the cigarette in his hand.
Then Shang Feng walked up to her with a serious face and said, "I like you very much."
Yang Zheyu remembered that he seemed to be stunned for three seconds at that time. What arose in his heart was not the joy of being confessed by the person he liked, but doubt about Shang Feng's confession: Is this... I lost the big dare?
Not only did he slam the door, but his expression was as serious as if he was reading an application to join the party. Which good person would confess his feelings like this?
So he said...
Yang Zheyu opened his eyes.
"I like you, too," he said, his expression relaxed. Rather than a response after a confession, it was more like, "I know you're playing me, but I don't mind playing along." "Really."
"So I always wonder in my heart, do you really like me?" Shang Feng looked at Yang Zheyu. Although saying these words made him feel awkward, he felt very relaxed after saying them. "Or did you just agree to my confession to make me feel better?"
"You've already given a lot for me," Shang Feng said. "I don't want you to know how scared I am. I also don't want you to think I'm too fragile, so fragile that I have to put cameras in other people's offices to feel at ease. I'm really afraid that something will happen... that will make you want to stay away from me completely."
"No, you were really scary, you know that?" Yang Zheyu tried to explain to Shang Feng, "Your expression was as serious as if you were reading your application to join the Party. You even slammed the door when you came over. I thought you were going to beat me up for smoking, and I wasn't paying attention when I put out the cigarette, and I even left a mark on my finger."
It hurts a lot!
"When did I slam the door? I made that sound when I was trying to close the iron door." Shang Feng's eyes widened. "But I looked serious at that time... What's wrong with looking serious? Who wouldn't be serious when confessing their love? How can you say it with a frivolous smile?"
"...Also, when you walked towards me, you looked so imposing, as if you were going to hit me." Yang Zheyu continued to struggle.
"That's because I'm nervous!" Shang Feng said loudly, "I'm afraid if my confession fails, we won't even be able to be friends anymore!"
"Then why did you confess to me?" Yang Zheyu asked.
"Because a colleague said you two looked like a good match," Shang Feng said, "I don't want to...give you two a red envelope when the time comes."
"Who were I and...?" Yang Zheyu was really confused. He couldn't remember when he had a romantic scandal with whom?
Shang Feng turned his head away, his ears a little red.
After a while, he finally shouted out in despair: "—You and Gao Wen!"
...Oh, he and Gao Wen.
He couldn't even say that he 'treated Gao Wen as a sister', he should have treated her as a 'daughter'.
He and Gao Wen could actually be put together one day, and their relationship could even be a couple.
...Shang Feng actually thought that he would be with Gao Wen?
Yang Zheyu wiped his face and suddenly felt like laughing.
I wanted to laugh at Shang Feng for thinking that he and Gao Wen would be together, and I also wanted to laugh at myself for thinking that Shang Feng was on a big adventure before.
It feels like they both are pretty stupid.
"Then you confessed to me not because you lost the dare," Yang Zheyu said, "right?"
"No." Shang Feng covered his red ears, trying to pretend nothing happened, "I never play any big dares."
And no one dared to invite him to play this kind of game, for fear that he would take it seriously, except Yang Zheyu.
"Then you think my agreement back then was perfunctory." Yang Zheyu leaned over, held Shang Feng's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Why didn't you ask me directly at the time?"
"I'm afraid you're not sincere and you'll run away as soon as I say something." Shang Feng said in a muffled voice.
Being so close, he could of course hear the smile in Yang Zheyu's voice. Now not only Shang Feng's ears were red, but his face was also red.
"Then why don't you guess why I feel like you're taking a big risk with me..." Yang Zheyu continued, "Or maybe I like you."
Shang Feng turned his head suddenly.
The two people were already close to each other, and their foreheads bumped into each other.
"...Fuck." Yang Zheyu covered his forehead, feeling like he had a concussion. "Is your head made of bricks?"
"You liked me then?" Shang Feng ignored his red forehead and looked eager. "Is that what you mean?"
"Even earlier." Yang Zheyu looked at the red mark on Shang Feng's forehead and couldn't help but smile, "Forget it, actually... I liked you before you were with Lu Xinian."
"Really?" Shang Feng just looked at him, not even paying attention to the red mark on his forehead. "You're not trying to fool me when you say that, are you?"
"Can't I coax you in other ways?" Yang Zheyu was a little speechless. "Do I really need to coax you in such a way that will make me socially unlucky?"
"——That's right." Shang Feng turned his head and started the car. "Let's go to the company."
"You're not scared now?" Yang Zheyu smiled. "You dared to clean it up. Aren't you afraid that others will betray you again?"
"You should be by my side by then, right?" Shang Feng coughed lightly, "Don't you like me?"
"Yes," Yang Zheyu replied, then suddenly added, "By the way, I'll have to settle accounts with you after I clear those surveillance cameras."
Shang Feng didn't say anything, trying to pretend that he didn't hear anything.
Simply avoiding the problem will not solve the problem, not to mention that the person sitting next to him is Yang Zheyu, a veteran.
"Remember?" Of course the old fox didn't let him go.
"Why do you want me to remember?" Shang Feng couldn't help himself. "Besides, we just talked about such a wonderful topic. Don't you think hitting me after talking about this is a very unpleasant thing?"
"I'm talking about such a wonderful topic because I have a good personality." Yang Zheyu pointed at himself, "I don't want to hit you when we still have some unresolved issues, and I don't want to escalate the conflict. Do you understand?"
"Do we still need to fight now that the conflict has been resolved?" Shang Feng drove into the parking lot next to the company. "Can we discuss it further..."
"Whether or not the conflict is resolved has nothing to do with wanting to beat you," Yang Zheyu said bluntly. "If I want to beat you, then I want to beat you. Just tell me whether you're going to listen or not, okay?"
Shang Feng: “…I’ll listen.”
If you think about it carefully, he seems to have quite a lot of problems.
I felt like my lover would run away because I put too much pressure on him, and I felt like my boyfriend didn't love me but just liked me, and he even had a miniature camera...
Forget it, just fight.
Yang Zheyu's eyes swept over the little fur ball sitting in front of him.
[The transformation progress has now reached 73%! 100% is just around the corner!] Maoqiu said loudly, [Host, keep working hard!]
[Yeah.] Yang Zheyu answered in his heart.
"Actually, the main problem between you isn't Lu Xinian, but the fact that you both feel the other doesn't love you, yet you've never dared to ask." Maoqiu concluded, "Now that the most troublesome issue has been resolved, the rest is much simpler!"
[Yeah.] Yang Zheyu continued to answer.
[Host,] Maoqiu couldn't help it, [You humans who have entered society are all so perfunctory and deceiving...Are you?]
This wasn't your attitude when you asked for portrait rights before!
You also talked about love!
[Hmm?] Yang Zheyu finally reacted and glanced at Maoqiu. This time, he added, "When I hit someone later, remember to stay away."
"Why?" Maoqiu said quickly, "The system isn't afraid of fighting, and I don't have a physical form, so you can't hit me!"
[It's not that I'm afraid of this, it's because the images are not suitable for viewing.]
The 'fight' he said did not mean fighting.
After Yang Zheyu answered, he put down the system that was still confused, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car with Shang Feng.
"Do you remember how many you put out?"
Shang Feng locked the car. After hearing this question, he stood there and thought for a while before answering the question: "...It seems to be quite a lot."
Yang Zheyu smiled: "Then you'd better walk faster now."
"Okay," Shang Feng responded, then asked, "Why do we have to walk faster?"
The smile on Yang Zheyu's face deepened: "Because I don't want to beat you in this place."
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