Chapter 79 Zhu Yan and that bastard! Ning Buyi pulled him up and headed towards...
Ning Buyi pulled him up and led him inside. If she had told him earlier, he would have definitely come up after coming down.
The two stood in the elevator, speechless. Zhu Yanhe just looked at him quietly, while Ning Buyi felt unbearably hot from the intense gaze behind him, and his hand was still being held in Zhu Yanhe's.
The boy retorted, his neck stiff, "Even if you see right through me, I will never forgive you."
Zhu Yanhe's expression was calm as she said, "Just looking at you is enough."
Anyway, Ning Buyi's hand is still in his grasp. Whether or not to forgive can be planned later. Ning Buyi doesn't hate him, which means she likes him.
Ning Buyi was starting to regret it. Why did he have to worry about Zhu Yan and his illness? Now he was stuck with this childish brat!
Heartbreaking! Utterly devastated! Weeping uncontrollably!
Then he realized he was almost at the door, so he held back.
"You can go now." Ning Buyi stood with his back to the door, while Zhu Yanhe faced him, his hands still gently stroking the calluses from the boy's grip on the pen.
Their eyes met, and Zhu Yanhe suddenly leaned forward, seemingly about to kiss him. His dark pupils trembled slightly, and he subconsciously closed his eyes as the man approached, as if waiting. But the expected touch on his face did not come.
Enveloped in warm, moist breath, Zhu Yanhe chuckled softly, "I've been thinking of you."
He saw that Ning Buyi did not retreat, and that was enough.
The breath seemed to have color, and the tips of my ears were also stained by it, which then spread to my cheeks, like a ripe fruit.
Thinking about him constantly means I like him.
He hadn't felt much of the reality through the electronic screen, but now, without any obstruction, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat, each frame pounding against his chest.
"You, you, you, get out of here!" Ning Buyi, with a strength he didn't know he had to muster, broke free from the man's grasp. He turned around abruptly, pressed the door lock code, and rushed into the room as if chased by a ghost, slamming the door shut, leaving Zhu Yanhe standing at the door, turned away.
The man stood straight in the doorway and chuckled softly, his brows furrowing slightly as he regretted not giving her a kiss earlier—a cowardly little pig.
Ning Xiaozhu was already nestled in the blankets, just as he had imagined, covered with a turtle shell. The boy's heartbeat was even more prominent in the boundless silence. Ning Buyi closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to think anymore, but found that his senses were more acute after losing his sight.
Ning Buyi couldn't take it anymore and got up, hugging his pillow. His fists rained down on the soft ground. He hadn't forgiven Zhu Yanhe yet, so how could Zhu Yanhe be so greedy!
But at that moment, he expected that Zhu Yan and Qin would kiss him, and he wouldn't be too averse to it.
He stood up and climbed back onto the balcony. The shiny black car downstairs had already left. Ning Buyi let out a soft breath, and only after relaxing his body and mind did drowsiness wash over him, allowing him to fall asleep peacefully.
"Let me see what we're eating?" The phone was propped up on the table, ensuring Ning Buyi could be in the frame. Mr. Xiong didn't turn on the camera; he just muttered to himself in an unusually lighthearted tone.
"You're happy." A voice came from the other end of the phone, the same electronic voice.
"Hehe, I'm not really happy." He lifted the lid of the box, and with a squeak, water droplets dripped down the inner lid, revealing that it was actually mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot). "Wow, mala tang."
He hadn't eaten it in ages, and the aroma filled the air around him, making it almost unbearable! Ning Buyi excitedly opened the cutlery box and asked, "Why did you bring me mala tang?"
Big Bear forbade him from eating these things, saying they were unclean.
"It's okay to eat a little bit occasionally." Actually, it's a healthy version of mala tang made by the chef he hired, all-natural and additive-free.
Ning Buyi happily swung his legs, quickly blew a couple of puffs of hot air into his mouth, and then stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it carefully, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt that something was missing from the taste, something that lacked the essence.
He pouted, "The food at this restaurant isn't good."
Zhu Yanhe's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Hmm, let's try a different place next time."
"When are you coming back?" Ning Buyi asked, poking at the not-so-tasty food in his bowl.
"What's wrong?"
"I have a feeling that someone is outside at night." Ning Buyi thought of last night, when there were noises outside in the middle of the night, and the knocking on the door was so loud that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Its presence was lingering.
He wasn't asleep yet, huddled under the covers, too afraid to move. It couldn't possibly be Da Xiong this late, and Zhu Yanhe had already left. Who was being so rude?
Zhu Yanhe straightened his expression upon hearing this: "Don't worry, I'll ask a friend to go over and take a look later, and we'll also install a security camera at the door."
His subordinates handled the official business a bit too quickly; it's definitely better to go back sooner.
In the video, Ning Buyi nods obediently, his pajamas hanging loosely on his shoulders, revealing the fair skin of his neck and shoulders on the screen. Zhu Yanhe unconsciously rubs his fingertips, and he can imagine the soft touch of that skin even through the screen.
I miss him so much.
Despite his reluctance to waste food, Ning Xiaozhu still managed to finish his meal. He had completely lost interest in spicy hot pot; it was far better than the meals he ate every day.
In the past, Ning Buyi would never have leftovers when he ate with Li Chang, Zhu Yanhe, or even Mr. Xiong. Li Chang simply had a big appetite, while Zhu Yanhe was always the one cleaning up Ning Buyi's leftovers.
Ning Buyi went live as usual in the afternoon. He didn't have a fixed schedule; he would go live whenever he wanted. Those who regularly watched his live streams were also puzzled. Not only was this streamer's broadcasting unpredictable, but he also tended to suddenly end his streams.
After the live stream started, Ning Buyi didn't say a word, he just wrote silently. Although teaching others could help him consolidate his knowledge, there were always troublemakers who wanted to harm him! Ning Buyi simply stopped teaching.
"Why didn't you join the live stream today, streamer? Waaaaah!"
"Great, I can sleep peacefully now."
"The streamer is in a bad mood, but I still want to hear your unorthodox explanation of the problem."
...
Although they called out earnestly, Ning Buyi saw nothing. Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. It was bright outside, so Ning Buyi dared to go out and see what was going on. Through the peephole, he saw a tall and imposing figure standing on tiptoe, doing something.
Ning Buyi peered through the door; this must be the friend Da Xiong was talking about. Da Xiong was a fake "Da Xiong," this was the real "Da Xiong."
"Did you see anyone outside yesterday?" the person outside suddenly asked.
Ning Buyi's heart skipped a beat. Who was he talking to?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The man bent down slightly and met Ning Buyi's gaze. Oh my god! Ning Buyi slipped and fell to the ground with a thud as he backed away.
The door was immediately pounded on, and the man asked anxiously, "Are you alright?!"
He hit a bone in the fall, and Ning Buyi sat on the floor rubbing his sore bottom: "I'm fine."
The person at the door seemed not to hear and had already started making a phone call. The imposing-looking man poured out his grievances into the phone: "Hey, can you come? The people inside seem to have been scared unconscious by me, they're not saying a word."
The person outside hung up the phone and started banging on the door again. Ning Buyi got up and opened the door. The person at the door looked like a large dog that had made a mistake, with droopy ears. The man had a baby face and looked honest and simple at the moment.
He glanced at the man from head to toe; with his heels, he was only half a head taller than him!
"You didn't faint, that's great." The man scratched the back of his head, squinted and smiled, completely relieved that he hadn't made a mistake. "My name is Chen An. My young master asked me to come and check if there were any bad guys, and to install a surveillance camera while I'm at it."
Ning Buyi nodded with an "Oh," and asked, "Hello... My name is Ning Buyi. Who is your young master?"
"It's me." The elevator doors opened, and the voice came before the person was seen. The person was a little taller than Chen An, and walked over casually with his hands in his pockets. He familiarly put his arm around Chen An's waist. "Didn't you say you fainted? You're standing here perfectly fine."
"You're here." Chen An seemed to be used to this behavior. He smiled sheepishly and explained to Ning Buyi, "This is my young master, his name is Yu Sui."
Ning Buyi nodded, looking bewildered. "Big Bear's friends are all so big!"
Yu Sui merely glanced at him indifferently before leaning half her body against Chen An: "After saying so much, is An'an finished?"
"There's still someone here!" Chen An tried to push him out; Yu Sui was too heavy!
The boy took a step back, realizing he was just a bright third wheel. He figured he should just close the door and get into bed.
"What are you afraid of? The one who called you here is her husband." Yu Sui's voice was not loud, but his lazy tone, full of amusement, reached Ning Buyi's ears without missing a single word.
Chen An's eyes inexplicably held a hint of affection. He turned his head and let Yu Sui do her little things, while he continued to disassemble the gadgets beside him. The class wasn't over yet.
"What did you say?" The boy was surprised and didn't know why he said that. He and the bear were just brothers.
"What? Your husband isn't Brother Zhu?" Yu Sui smiled casually, her fingertips lightly touching Chen An's soft waist and abdomen.
Ning Buyi was stunned, his mind processing the information. Brother Zhu? Zhu Yanhe! Go to hell.
As soon as Yu Sui finished speaking, a door slammed shut, and the two of them were also turned away.
When Ning Buyi closed the door, a gust of wind blew up, lifting the hair on Chen An's forehead. He turned to look at Yu Sui and said, "Young Master, I hate you. You've made my boss angry."
Although he has already received his salary, reputation is the most important thing in the industry.
"I like you. Aren't you my bodyguard? Why are you always doing other people's work?" Yu Sui pressed her earlobe against his ear and breathed into it.
"A fool wouldn't make money if he could."
"Zhu Yan and that bastard!" The wind outside kept pounding against the window, as if trying to break it open. Ning Buyi was huddled under the covers, not a single hair showing.
Zhu Yanhe is like this again, still wearing that heavy mascot costume every day, saying he'd take him away if he couldn't take good care of him, but he still can't help but come to take care of him. Ugh, what a dog of a man.
A thought suddenly struck Ning Buyi: So he loves to pretend, huh? Then he'd better keep putting up with it!
After figuring things out, Ning Buyi got up humming a tune and sat back down at his desk to start his live stream. When his computer, which had been in standby mode, was turned on again, a pop-up window appeared: "You have been reported."
Ning Buyi clicked on the link, and the whistleblower was still the same troublemaker. If he wanted to continue his live stream, he could only choose to clarify and appeal. Neither videos nor photos were acceptable, and he couldn't find any clues about the whistleblower's story before this one.
The alternate account of Brother Qiang in the background also sent a message: Kid, unless you can prove it through live streaming, I advise you to give up on the path of live streaming.
Ning Buyi frowned, but he really knew how to do it. He didn't understand why this person had to lose face. He originally didn't want to pay attention to it. The internet was a mixed bag, and Ning Buyi had seen all sorts of storms.
He accepted the invitation to start a live stream and accepted Qiang Ge's invitation to come on the microphone. As soon as the man's video lit up, that face that annoyed him was revealed.
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Author's note: Zhu Yanhe has obtained Ning Buyi's empathy doll.
Ning Buyi had been feeling exhausted these past few days, as if his body had been completely drained. Zhu Yanhe picked him up from school and he fell asleep in the car. Ning Buyi asked Zhu Yanhe, "What did you do with my doll! Why am I so tired every day!" His face was flushed as he spoke, his mind filled with all sorts of strange thoughts. Zhu Yanhe chuckled and flicked the little pig's head, "What are you thinking about?" As he spoke, he pinched Ning Buyi's increasingly thin waist and abdomen.
The assistant found the president's behavior strange, as he had seen the president doing sit-ups for his wife's doll during the past two days' work reports!
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