Chapter 45 Ning Buyi, who got married? Zhu Yanhe herself has...
Zhu Yanhe had this plan all along, and since Ning Buyi brought it up himself, he didn't need to find an excuse to say it.
The man placed his hands folded on his lap and said with a smile:
"Sure, but I never do business at a loss. What kind of compensation will you give me?"
Ning Buyi's eyes widened upon hearing this. He had promised to accompany him, so why was he asking for payment? What a cunning merchant, Zhu Yanhe!
But he couldn't refuse, so he said with a pained expression, "Then I'll give you the money."
His eyes were fixed on Zhu Yanhe with pleading eyes, his expression practically screaming, "Don't take my money!"
Zhu Yanhe smiled knowingly and said, "I don't lack money."
The only sound in the quiet ward was his sigh of relief, his brow furrowing again as he asked, "So what do you want?"
Zhu Yanhe didn't say anything, but looked him up and down right under his nose, as if he were planning to sell him off.
Ning Buyi hugged herself tightly and glanced at him sideways: "What are you doing? I have a girlfriend!"
Even if Ning Buyi was foolish, he would suspect that his good brother had ulterior motives towards him.
He sat on the hospital bed with his back to the glass window, the light filtering through his skin casting a warm orange glow. Zhu Yanhe scoffed lightly, looking at him with a leisurely air: "Do you think the line of men chasing you stretches all the way to France, or do you think you're some kind of stunning beauty? Do you think everyone has to bow down to you?"
He's talking about him again! Ning Buyi pouted, kicking his legs on Zhu Yan and his trouser legs, saying he didn't want this or that, so difficult to please!
His voice was muffled: "So what exactly do you want?"
A hand lifted his face, Zhu Yan's gaze fixed, and he said, "I want you—"
"Be my assistant."
Zhu Yanhe deliberately teased him, even pausing to catch her breath before speaking. Ning Buyi's mood was like a rollercoaster ride, and seeing the playful glint in his eyes only fueled her anger.
Ning Buyi grabbed his wrists with both hands, opened her mouth and bit down on the web of his hand. Her canine teeth dug into his flesh, but it didn't hurt much.
All he could see was the boy's hair whorl and the bulging cheeks supported by his hand. He symbolically withdrew his hand, but Ning Buyi immediately bit it and dragged it back, glancing at him with his eyes raised.
The puppy is possessive of its food.
Zhu Yanhe said, "Be my personal assistant, ten thousand a month."
The puppy let go.
No, 10,000 a month. He earns more than 10,000 a month from live streaming. I'm thinking of going to bite him again.
Selective food guarding.
Zhu Yanhe almost laughed in exasperation when she saw him loosen his grip, then bite again; he was clearly complaining that it wasn't enough.
Ning Buyi has no concept of money; he only knows that the more money the better, so he wants more. Zhu Yanhe will not and cannot indulge him.
"I can call your brother over for you."
Ning Buyi remained unmoved, even grinding his teeth. He said he would stay with him, but then he started acting like a rascal. That shameless rascal Zhu Yanhe!
Seeing that he didn't move, the man grabbed his chin and forcefully withdrew his hand. The shallow teeth marks around his thumb were very conspicuous. He sat down on the hospital bed with a swagger, grabbed Ning Buyi's waist and pressed him down, forcing the boy to lie on his lap.
He panicked a little: "Zhu Yanhe, what are you going to do!"
Zhu Yanhe didn't want to reply, but instead raised his hand and brought it down again, slapping the boy's buttocks. He used a little too much force through the boy's pants, making a dull thud. Ning Buyi turned around, his face flushed, to accuse him:
"Zhu Yanhe! I'm a patient!"
He was met with another slap, the soft touch of his buttocks bouncing against his palm. Ning Buyi was being held by the waist and his arms and legs were swinging wildly. If he were thrown into the water, he might swim away. This time, he stopped mentioning Zhu Yanhe and turned to call for help:
"Nurse! Help! Someone's hitting me here!"
Zhu Yanhe chuckled. Not to mention that this was a private hospital with soundproofing material installed in the walls, no one would pay attention to him even if he shouted himself hoarse. Zhu Yanhe raised his hand and slapped him down again, and this time Ning Buyi became completely obedient.
He buried his head in his arms, silently making several notes in his mind about Zhu Yanhe: "That annoying Zhu Yanhe!"
Seeing that he had behaved himself, Zhu Yanhe didn't try anything more: "You don't need to repay the debt."
Ning Buyi suddenly raised his head. How did he know he was in debt? Didn't those people beat him up and run away?
"Why?"
He casually remarked, "I called the police, and they said the compensation for intentional injury and the debt were offset."
Ning Buyi let out an "Oh," and lay back down, wondering why the beating he received earlier hadn't been averted.
Zhu Yanhe had no intention of fighting anymore. He helped Ning Buyi up and sat him on his lap, asking, "Now that you don't have to pay off your debts, what do you need so much money for?"
He didn't want to say it, but Zhu Yan's eyes were blazing with anger. If he didn't say it, would he get a spanking again?
Ning Buyi didn't dare look at him and whispered, "I want to buy a house."
Zhu Yan looked at him quietly and asked, "Don't you feel comfortable staying in an internet cafe?"
He assumed that Ning Buyi didn't want to live under someone else's roof, or that he didn't like the space because it was too small.
Ning Buyi shook his head, pushed away the face in front of him, and said dismissively, "No, you don't understand, don't worry about it!"
He looked conflicted, but Zhu Yanhe didn't press him for details: "Personal assistant, or I'll go call your brother."
Ning Buyi doesn't know what a personal assistant is. Maybe it's something like mopping the floor. If he doesn't agree to Zhu Yanhe's request, his brother will nag him. Maybe he should just let his brother nag him and say that he accidentally fell or something.
After weighing the pros and cons, Ning Buyi climbed off his lap, huffed and puffed her way onto the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and waved to the person by the bedside: "Call my brother over."
Zhu Yanhe stood up, squinted at him, and slightly curled up the corners of her lips.
Dream on.
The weather is better today, not as windy as yesterday. Zhu Yanhe isn't wearing his coat; he's wrapping it around the person in his arms.
Along the way, they attracted the attention of many hospital staff. The dignified young master of Zhu City was seen embracing a man like a wife, with the man even dominating the young master. This story would be enough to make headlines in the entertainment news.
Ning Buyi spoke words of resistance, but the arms around his neck tightened even more: "I don't want to go! I want to go home!"
He clearly told Li Chang to come over, but this annoying guy insisted that he go to work. How could he do that!
Is there no justice left in the world?
Zhu Yan carried the boy out of the hospital in his arms. Every step he took down the long stairs was a jolt, forcing the boy to hold on tighter.
Ning Buyi's ankle injury prevents him from walking more than a few steps, so now he can only be controlled by the health of his family.
"You have to go whether you want to or not. Didn't you want me to go with you?"
He could only protest by grinding his teeth against Zhu Yanhe's ear, and he didn't dare to use force, for fear that Zhu Yanhe would drop him and kill him.
"I don't need you to stay with me!"
Zhu Yanhe let him do as he pleased, and asked, "So you don't forgive me?"
Ning Buyi tugged at his coat, which was about to fall off: "I forgive you, I forgive you, but will you take me back to the internet cafe?"
He doesn't want to mop the floor!
Zhu Yanhe didn't reply to him, but simply put him in the spacious back seat of the car to lie down. Ning Buyi thought he had agreed and was very obedient.
The car moved slowly, even slower than the electric tram next to it. Ning Buyi lay there, not paying attention to what was happening outside, until it got dark, at which point he looked up.
There aren't any basements in internet cafes, are there?
Ning Buyi stood up: "Didn't you promise to take me back?"
Zhu Yanhe reversed the car, glanced at the rearview mirror, and said calmly, "When did I agree to that? In what year, month, day, and hour?"
Zhu Yanhe didn't actually respond, but he tacitly agreed! Ning Buyi was practically suffocating; that shameless Zhu Yanhe!
The man parked the car and opened the left door, but Ning Buyi immediately moved to the right corner so he wouldn't get in. Zhu Yanhe went around to the right side to open the car door, but Ning Buyi moved to the left again, seemingly determined not to get out of the car.
Aren't you getting off the bus?
The boy's face was scrunched up, his hair had grown all the way to his neck, and he didn't speak, only showing his back. Zhu Yanhe took a step and sat directly into the car, their shoulders pressed tightly together.
Ning Buyi remained silent, hiding in a corner, even a millimeter away from Zhu Yanhe was better than nothing.
"Didn't you say you wanted to come home with me?"
He said in a childish sullen voice, "I don't want to go to your house to mop the floor."
A question mark slowly appeared in Zhu Yan and Wen Yan's minds: When did he say that he wanted the patient to do hard labor?
The man patiently coaxed, "I won't mop the floor."
"Then you must want me to do other chores!" Ning Buyi, who was standing to the side, turned around and headbutted him in anger.
Zhu Yanhe reached out and grasped his arms. Only then did he realize why Ning Buyi was so awkward. It turned out that he thought a life assistant was a nanny who had to do laundry, mop the floor, and cook.
“A personal assistant doesn’t do these things; your job is to follow me around.”
Although Zhu Yanhe never needed a personal assistant, he had one when Ning Buyi appeared.
"Really?" Ning Buyi sat up straight and winked at him. Wouldn't that mean he could get paid for nothing and do nothing? He could even work while doing live streaming.
Zhu Yanhe nodded noncommittally.
The person in front of him instantly changed his expression.
"I want to go, I want to go!" He stretched out his arms, already acknowledging that Zhu Yanhe would carry him up.
Having satisfied Ning Buyi's wishes, the little emperor finally stopped making a fuss and stayed obediently in his arms like a little pet. He pressed the elevator button with his fingertips. Zhu Yanhe's apartment was on the seventeenth floor; their building had one unit per floor.
The elevator doors opened again, revealing a spacious lobby with a double door directly in front of it. Ning Buyi looked around; the elevator entrance was several times the size of his room!
Zhu Yanhe held the person in one arm and pressed his right hand against the door lock to open it. The layout of the house made Ning Buyi speechless. It had a minimalist design style, a sunken sofa in the large living room, a balcony connected to the living room, and a pseudo-sunroom design with glass windows on the outside.
There were two rooms at each end; the left side had a computer room and a study, while the right side had two bedrooms of similar size, each with its own bathroom. There was also all sorts of furniture that would come at your beck and call. He had only one thought in his mind: So rich!
Ning Buyi exclaimed in surprise, "Zhu Yanhe, your house is huge!"
"Um."
He carried her towards the bedroom, showing Ning Buyi both rooms: "Do you want to sleep in the master bedroom or the second bedroom?"
He was a guest, so how could he sleep in the master bedroom? Ning Buyi pointed to another room: "I'll sleep there."
Zhu Yanhe's face was expressionless, yet a faint hint of bitterness lingered. He placed Ning Buyi on the already made bed, the surface sinking in, the soft touch enveloping Ning Buyi, making him so comfortable that he rolled over on the bed.
"Play by yourself for a while."
Zhu Yanhe left after saying a few words, then took out his phone to send a message to Li Chang.
When Li Chang received the message in the internet cafe, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. The man hadn't come home all night and hadn't sent a single message, leaving him worried.
Upon receiving the message that his son had gone to stay at someone else's house for a while, Li Chang slammed his fist on the table in anger, drawing the attention of everyone online. This was outrageous; what was the difference between this and his daughter getting married?
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Author's Note: Scheming Zhu Yanhe, do you want your cheeky little darling to sleep with you? [doge emoji]
When the two first got together, Zhu Yanhe always slept very properly, while his cheeky little one would always be spread-eagled, with one leg usually resting on his husband's waist. Zhu Yanhe always felt like he was being weighed down by a rock in his dreams, so the cheeky little one started sleeping with his husband's arm around her, which made him much more obedient [doge emoji]. Just kidding, it's just that Zhu Yanhe was sleeping with his arm around the cheeky little one [starry-eyed emoji].
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