Chapter 1. A cold and aloof boss, but a passionate livestreamer. ...
As Xu Yan closed the document, the lights in the outer office went out completely.
Outside, the thick darkness seemed to isolate him in his office.
Only the faint sounds of objects colliding echoed in the air.
Xu Yan didn't actually like this feeling, as if he was the only person left in the world.
"Director Xu, you haven't left yet?" The security guard on duty poked his head in and asked routinely.
"Okay, right away." Xu Yan didn't even look up, her voice as calm and indifferent as ever, revealing no emotion.
The security guard seemed used to his behavior, smiled, and went to patrol the building.
Everyone knows that Director Xu is a well-known workaholic. He is also very good-looking, but unfortunately, he is too rigid, aloof, and lacks warmth. His colleagues jokingly call him "a flower on a high mountain" in private.
Xu Yan was not unaware of these kinds of comments, but he had long been used to them.
His childhood experiences taught him that nothing good would happen once he got close to someone.
After tidying everything up, Xu Yan picked up her suit jacket, dressed impeccably, and then walked into the elevator alone.
The mirrored wall reflected his tall, slender figure and his expressionless face.
Xu Yan suddenly curved her lips into a smile, and the aura of "keep away" around her dissipated somewhat, revealing a touch of flirtatious allure to her delicate features.
But this face... has brought him too much trouble.
A mad stepmother, a heartless father—Xu Yan closed her eyes, unwilling to recall the past.
Twenty minutes later, Xu Yan returned to her rented one-bedroom apartment near the company.
The warm yellow light dispelled the chill emanating from Xu Yan.
Xu Yan washed off the hairspray, and his smooth black hair fell casually over his forehead, making him look much younger and gentler.
He changed into a comfortable V-neck loungewear set, the neckline slightly open, revealing a clear collarbone.
Below that collarbone, there was an extremely rebellious yet alluring intricate cursive letter tattoo.
Yan.
Probably no one would have imagined that someone as conservative and eccentric as Xu Ya would get a tattoo in his youthful folly.
Xu Yan sat down at her carefully arranged computer desk, adjusted the position of the webcam, and put on her headphones.
At this moment, the coldness and fatigue on his face disappeared, replaced by a slightly languid expression.
Xu Yan opened the familiar live streaming app.
Almost the instant the broadcast started, long-waiting fans flooded in, and a dense barrage of English comments began to scroll.
Oh Yan! You're three minutes late today! You're being punished by having to wear one less layer of clothing!
[The person upstairs is even more cunning than my neighbor's teddy bear; his wife only wore one piece of clothing tonight, okay?? But taking off her pants is fine too, you know.]
[Yan looks twice as cute today! I get excited every time I see her face.]
Thanks to the platform's translation function, Xu Yan reads very quickly.
He looked at these comments, a very faint smile playing on his lips. It wasn't enthusiastic, but it was enough to make the comments section go crazy.
Xu Yan usually dresses very casually, only slightly revealing bits and pieces, and that subtle, all-encompassing look is enough to get people to send her a lot of gifts.
No fans would let him wear those chain shirts or mesh shirts.
Although this is an 18+ platform, the homepage has too many explicit images, making the more suggestive and innocent live streams more likely to arouse people's desires.
He just chats with fans, occasionally plays games with his eyes covered by a ribbon, or says some dirty jokes despite his innocent Asian face.
His unique temperament and the face of an oriental beauty have already made him quite popular.
His voice, coming through the microphone, was low and slightly husky with a London accent, possessing a tender quality that was enough to drive these Americans crazy.
"Good evening, my darlings," he said, his voice softer than when he was at the office during the day. "I worked overtime today and just got home."
He responded casually to the increasingly offensive comments, avoiding all information involving his real identity, with such ease.
In the live stream, he is simply Yan, a good-looking and outgoing Asian.
This platform has a very high barrier to entry, so Xu Yan isn't worried at all about any of her colleagues getting access to it.
Moreover, his real salary is more than enough for him, and he doesn't do live streaming to earn extra money.
Simply because the distance between the streamer and the comments section can effectively protect Xu Yan, allowing him to shed his cold facade and be himself.
Halfway through the live stream, a dazzling special effect lit up the screen—signaling that the top spender had entered the live stream room.
[Entered the live stream]
The comments section immediately became much more active.
[The number one on the list is here, and it's my real boyfriend!]
I'm late again today! Yan, your husband came to check up on you unexpectedly!
Xu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze instinctively followed the ID.
For the past two years, she has been the top fan in his live stream, and she is also his nominal boyfriend with whom he has been in a long-distance online relationship for two years.
The other party is flawless in terms of personality, physique, size, and financial resources.
The platform's bullet comments are quite tolerant of whether the streamer has a partner or not; many people even openly expressed their desire to see them appear on screen together and have sex.
Even if they don't go all the way, Xu Yan's looks alone are enough to make a man's blood boil just by being held and played with in his arms.
So they are all looking forward to seeing the two of them together, even if it's just a video call.
It's normal to have a little quirk of watching other people's posts once you're on this platform.
Xu Yan didn't dislike these lewd and obscene words; on the contrary, she enjoyed them.
After an hour-long live stream ended, Xu Yan hadn't even had time to pack up when she suddenly sent a private message: "Next weekend is our two-year anniversary, baby, can't we really meet up?"
Xu Yan frowned.
Over the past six months, the other party has brought up the idea of meeting more and more frequently, and each time, he has used the same excuse to brush it off.
“You know that.” Xu Yan sent a voice message on purpose, his voice slowed down, and he carried a deliberately crafted sense of guilt that would soften people’s hearts. “I’m not ready yet, and meeting in a foreign country is too troublesome.”
The distance is safe now. But once we meet in person, how can someone like him, with his boring personality and two-faced nature, possibly maintain a genuine intimate relationship?
not to mention……
Xu Yan is averse to being touched by people and is prone to overreacting to stress.
He will mess everything up.
I'm already quite satisfied with this brief online comfort.
"I can respect you, darling."
Looking at these words, Xu Yan could almost imagine the heartbroken handsome man on the other side of the screen, but she only softened for a second before feeling relieved.
That's fine, let's just keep the status quo.
Immediately afterwards, the other side sent a pitiful dog emoji.
"But you can't fall in love with anyone else."
Xu Yan would never say such childish sweet nothings.
But he doesn't dislike his younger boyfriend being like that.
Xu Yan chuckled: "Mm."
My mood was slightly better when my work phone, which I had casually tossed on the sofa, rang. It was a call from a colleague in my department.
"Director Xu, where are you? Are you still at the company?" There was a lot of background noise from my colleague's phone, with music and laughter mixed together. "Come to our usual spot, it's the department's welcome party, everyone's here except you!"
Xu Yan's brows furrowed instantly, and she instinctively refused, "No, you guys play..."
It's already 11 p.m., and this kind of event is bound to go on all night.
Xu Yan disliked both dining out and staying up all night.
"No way! This new colleague is a super handsome guy, brown-haired mixed-race. Everyone's waiting for you, so please give us the honor. I've sent you the address, hurry up and come over!" The colleague didn't give him a chance to refuse, and hung up the phone after saying that.
Xu Yan stared at the darkened phone screen, feeling an overwhelming sense of irritation.
But the company seems to value this talent acquisition very much, so his complete absence seems unreasonable.
Never mind, I'll just find an excuse to leave in a bit.
Xu Yan resignedly changed his clothes. Before leaving, he habitually opened the chat window and sent a message:
"I have an important party to attend, so I might be back late."
He usually replies instantly, but he doesn't reply immediately.
Xu Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable.
I don't know if he refused to meet again, but given that guy's circumstances, he probably has plenty of bed partners.
Perhaps they just finished chatting and then went to find someone else to keep them company.
It could also be that they were unhappy that he wanted to have a party.
Oh well, it's just an online relationship anyway.
Xu Yan didn't think much of it and put her phone back in her bag.
I just missed the message that was sent a few seconds late.
"It's very late in China, no drinking, no looking at random men."
*
Chi Chen was surrounded by a group of colleagues in the center of the private room, with enthusiastic discussions about his mixed-race background and various issues related to his life abroad.
He wore a cheerful smile with a hint of roguishness, and his brown curly hair looked like a teddy bear in the dim light.
Chi Chen has the warm, fair skin typical of East Asians, and a pair of light brown eyes. His fluffy, light-colored eyelashes and deep-set bone structure, typical of Europeans, make even the way he looks at dogs seem affectionate.
She exudes a natural, sunny, and charming aura, like an American high school student straight out of a movie.
"Excuse me, I think I need to go to the restroom."
He smiled helplessly, and his colleagues, who were a little drunk, laughed and dispersed, making way for him.
Chi Chen squeezed through the crowd and pushed open the door to leave.
Almost instantly, when no one was watching, the smile on his face vanished, leaving only the corners of his lips still habitually curled up.
Chi Chen didn't go to the restroom. He leaned casually against the outside of the private room, his boredom undisguised.
The phone still showed the last message from more than ten minutes ago, which he had sent.
He always ended their conversations.
Having grown up in the United States, Chi Chen doesn't like parties and wasn't interested in today's welcome party either, but...
While idly flipping through his father's company's employee files, he saw that stunning face.
Technical Director, Xu Yan.
In the photo, his eyes are distant and cold, like an exquisite ice sculpture devoid of emotion.
Isn't this the girl he was talking about raunchy things with in the live stream?
I've been trying to coax her for two years, but we've never even held hands.
The sunk costs are too high; Chi Chen can't wait any longer.
His lips curled up in an extremely subtle way, carrying a cold, playful, and aggressive undertone.
Fortunately, I can collect a small amount of interest today.
A note from the author:
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P.S.: The seme is all talk and no action, he's just really craving it, they've never even kissed [doge].
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What to do when your survival partner turns into a snake [Apocalyptic Infrastructure]
The fearless young master Jiang hooked up with a proud and aloof young nobleman, but dumped him when he got tired of him.
Unexpectedly, the apocalypse arrived the next day, with torrential rain, extreme cold, and harsh conditions causing organisms and some humans to mutate.
Young Master Jiang reunites with his ex-boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.
He was pinned to the ground by a burly man because of a bag of instant noodles, feeling humiliated and powerless.
His ex-boyfriend, Gu Yao, saved him with an axe, panting with a blank expression, "Come with me."
So, her ex-boyfriend became unstoppable, fighting with increasing ferocity, while Jiang Hao slacked off and freeloaded.
But the good times didn't last long; her ex-boyfriend never came back after going out one day.
He had to clumsily and laboriously pick up the blood-stained axe and fend for himself.
Jiang Hao felt that she missed her ex-boyfriend a little.
*
Two weeks later, Jiang Hao was woken up from her sleep by being strangled.
Through her blurry vision, she saw her ex-boyfriend's face.
His eyes turned into cold, vertical pupils, and his waist and abdomen were covered with thin scales.
The thick, terrifying tail tightened around his waist, and as he spoke, it would flick out a scarlet forked tongue.
Young Master Jiang ultimately couldn't bring himself to run away alone.
From then on, their situations were reversed.
The carefree young master, with his snake-shaped dependents, traversed through mountain torrents and plagues, and embraced each other in torrential rain and extreme cold.
—In this desolate and cold world, they are the only color in each other's eyes.
#You will grow.
#Infrastructure is relatively late
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