07 : Tiring to act cute with a man
The unclear video call made it impossible for Yinluo to catch the other person's true expression.
Besides, men are usually good at hiding their emotions.
After explaining the basic functions, Yinluo finally asked, "Are you working overtime?"
"I've finished." Shang Chengnin slowly pushed his glasses up. "Just finished showering?"
Yinluo was taken aback. "How did you know?" She
was stunned.
Easily fooled.
Shang Chengnin didn't mention the bathrobe. "Your hair looks wet."
Yinluo touched her hair and said "Oh." After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you usually work overtime until this late?"
"When I'm busy."
Yinluo pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "I heard that long hours of overtime can easily cause hair loss, be careful."
"..."
Seeing a slight pause on the man's face, the system promptly sounded: [Ding~ Bullying value increased by one!]
Yinluo was satisfied.
Not intending to continue the conversation with Shang Chengnin, he took his phone and lay down on the bed, his soft, wet hair mixed with the white plush pillow. His bathrobe had loosened considerably from the exertion, exposing half of his shoulder.
His voice was muffled and damp: "I'm going to sleep."
After a moment,
Shang Chengnin didn't say much: "Okay, get some rest."
Yin Luo felt his voice had suddenly become much hoarse.
Perhaps it was a side effect of working overtime.
Without thinking too much, he hung up the video call and sank into the soft bed.
If anyone else were present, they wouldn't even need to restrain his wrists; the boy would be completely unable to break free.
Because he seemed to have no ability to resist at all.
...
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Yin Luo asked groggily, "Who is it..."
"I—" The person knocking seemed to realize something and changed their words, "It's brother."
Yin Luo struggled to get up and open the door.
He wasn't as spoiled as usual with Yin Yuzhou; he seemed very obedient, like a limp, droopy-eared rabbit. His voice was still nasal: "...Brother, is something wrong?"
When Yin Yuzhou noticed that the boy was barefoot, he forgot all about his lecture.
They couldn't let Yin Yin catch a cold.
*
Yin
Luo was completely awakened by the warmth at his ankles.
Once fully awake, he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, while the man opposite him was half-squatting on the floor, pinching his ankles and trying to pull his slippers on.
The tingling sensation immediately made his eyes well up with tears; his toes curled up, his instep tensed, trying to pull back.
Yin Yuzhou noticed and released him: "Awake now?"
Yin Luo sniffed: "Mmm..."
Yin Yuzhou thought he had just woken up, his eyes red: "Don't set the room temperature so low when you sleep."
"Mmm..." Yin Luo looked very obedient, "Brother, what did you want to see me about?"
Yin Yuzhou got up and sat on the chair next to him: "Brother gave you some pocket money."
Yin Luo was stunned.
System: [Host, there is indeed a message from your bank card.]
Yin Luo picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened the message, and saw—
...so many zeros.
This was pocket money?
Yin Luo's eyes widened as he glanced at the man opposite him.
Was their family relationship weak? He thought Yin Yuzhou was a pretty good older brother.
"You can buy whatever you like."
Yin Luo was speechless for a moment: "...Thank you, brother."
"Get some rest." The man couldn't help but smile slightly, then stood up. Yin Luo thought he was leaving and was about to put on her slippers to see him off, but when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, "Those black headphones you had today look a bit cheap."
"You can use your brother's money to buy a better one."
*
After closing the door, Yin Luo checked the bank message again.
So much money.
But... what was Yin Yuzhou doing here? Was he specifically reminding her to spend money?
The system cried: [Host, we have so many things in our shop, why didn't you buy them? Are you disgusted by us, waaaaah...]
Yin Luo: [The things in your shop are so expensive.]
System: [And the money Yin Yuzhou gave me was free, right, waaaaah...]
Yin Luo: [Of course not.]
System: [?]
Yin Luo: [I got it by shamelessly begging my brother.]
System: [...] Yin
Luo: [I'm a straight man, it's exhausting to act cute with a man.]
[...]
The system ultimately
fell silent.
He didn't dare say the truth, "Actually, every word you say sounds like you're acting cute."
*
The following days were very hot, and Yin Luo stayed at home.
He would proactively send WeChat messages to Shang Chengning. To demonstrate how to use WeChat, he would often send all sorts of strange emojis.
Although the older man wasn't quick to reply, he would reply to every message.
After chatting for about three days, the two became quite familiar with each other.
Shang Chengning's message came at noon: [Do you have time tonight?]
Yin Luo was watering his lucky bamboo at home and couldn't free his hands, so he sent a voice message: [What time?]
Older man: [After six o'clock.]
Older man: [Is that okay?]
Yin Luo agreed. After sending the message, he asked the system: [Where is Shang Chengning?]
System: [At the company.]
Yin Luo: [Why is he at the company every day? Does he like going to work that much?] System
: [His character is that of a classic domineering CEO; he won't have stomach problems if he doesn't work overtime every day.]
"..."
The system then reminded him: [By the way, the book mentioned that he'll be visiting the male lead's film set tomorrow.]
Yin Luo finally felt motivated.
He hadn't played the bad guy for three days; if this continued, his character would soon collapse. So he put down the kettle and said to his mother, "Mom, I won't be eating at home for lunch."
His mother was naturally happy.
These past few days, whenever she saw Yin Luo, he was always texting someone. It seemed he was quite satisfied with the last blind date.
Seeing Yin Luo changing his shoes and leaving, she smiled and reminded him, "Be careful."
Yin Luo hummed in agreement.
He didn't call the family driver, but took a taxi directly to the vicinity of Yaohe.
Yaohe was a group under the name of Shang Chengning, the largest entertainment company in the country. At this time, Shang Chengning was managing it. After arriving, Yin Luo didn't go in but chose a nearby coffee shop that looked nice.
After ordering a coffee and a small cake, he sent a message to Shang Chengning: [Are you at the company?]
Half a minute later, the other party replied: [Yes.]
Yin Luo: [Have you eaten?]
The older man: [Yes, have you eaten?]
Yin Luo didn't answer the question: [What did you eat?]
The older man: [The company ordered food.]
Yin Luo said disdainfully: [Why did you eat this
?]
His long-lost bullying value increased a little. He didn't wait for the other party to reply and sent a photo.
—A selfie of himself holding a coffee cup. A terrible angle for a straight man, but his face was perfectly fine. Because he had just drunk coffee, his lips were red, and there were water stains on the corners of his lips.
A moist, yet alluring face.
【I'm at the coffee shop downstairs from your company.】
【Would you like this?】
*
Ten minutes later.
Yin Luo looked at the table piled high with desserts: “Are you going to eat so many cakes?”
Shang Chengning: “I bought them for you.”
Yin Luo was surprised: “…I can’t eat that many.”
“You can take them home if you can’t finish them. You said last time not to ask and to just make them. I wanted to buy them for you, so I just bought them.” Shang Chengning’s tone was very sincere.
“…”
This was something Yin Luo had said.
He felt like he had dug a hole for himself, so he naturally didn’t realize that these words were actually akin to a confession.
Yin Luo liked sweet things, picked up the small cake closest to him, and swallowed it in small bites.
Meanwhile, Shang Chengning, sitting opposite him, was intentionally or unintentionally focusing on the boy.
The seemingly steady and reserved man didn’t match the colorful desserts on the table in front of him at all, but he himself seemed quite comfortable sitting there.
Especially after seeing the messages Yin Luo had sent.
The boy in the photo looked a little unnatural in front of the camera. When he raised his coffee, a section of his wrist was exposed, and there was a light-colored mole on the protruding wrist bone.
Perhaps it was because of his fair skin, but even though the mole was light in color, it was still dazzling.
It made Shang Chengnin's heart race.
After finishing the cake, Yinluo glanced at the time and tentatively asked, "Are you going to work this afternoon?"
Shang Chengnin: "Yeah, I still have some work left."
He was probably referring to going to Duan Muze's film crew. Yinluo wanted to follow up and offer to take him along, but Shang Chengnin seemed more concerned about work.
Yinluo didn't know how to start, lightly biting her lower lip.
Shang Chengnin also noticed that Yinluo hadn't spoken.
Her brows furrowed, her light-colored eyes half-closed, her eyelashes drooping, casting a small shadow under her eyes.
Her lips were also bitten, slowly darkening in color.
She looked utterly dejected.
Was she unhappy because
she couldn't be with him anymore?
This little one seemed very clingy.
Shang Chengnin's lips couldn't help but curl upwards: "Want to go to the company and take a look?"
*
The dressing room.
Duan Muze received a call from his manager at one o'clock in the afternoon.
The caller said someone from the production team had come to visit the set: "This time it's President Shang himself, so don't keep that cold face."
Duan Muze remained expressionless: "Is there anything else?"
Yang An continued: "And there's Director Li's music video next month, are you going? He's asked me several times, maybe you should just say yes, he has influence in the industry—" Duan Muze
interrupted him: "I have other things to do next month."
"..." Yang An sighed. He had been managing Duan Muze for two years, originally thinking that one film would make him a big star, but the film was actually canceled.
Later he learned that Duan Muze was the Duan family's illegitimate son.
There was no doubt that the film was definitely canceled by the Duan family themselves, and even his entry into the entertainment industry was probably arranged by them.
Yang An still felt some sympathy for Duan Muze. He didn't press him further, and just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I went to President Shang's office this afternoon, guess who I saw?"
Duan Muze looked listless, seemingly uninterested in these matters, and gave a curt "hmm."
Yang An had anticipated this reaction and proactively said, "I saw Yin Luo."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Yang An didn't press further, saying, "Then I'll hang up—"
But the other end suddenly spoke, "What's he doing there?"
Duan Muze's voice was emotionless; Yang An had assumed he disliked this young master, given the obvious disgust Duan Muze had shown when the young man asked for his WeChat.
"He probably knows President Shang… but I think he might have gone to the company for you."
Duan Muze's heart skipped a beat: "What?"
"Haven't you been filming in the mountains lately? He couldn't see you, so he probably came to the company to find you." Yang An recalled Yin Luo nestled on the sofa. "Actually, he's quite quiet and doesn't seem like the type to like to play around. Don't offend him too much. The green light is on, I won't say anything more. Focus on filming." On the
other end, Duan Muze stared at the disconnected phone, his expression inscrutable.
In truth, from the first moment he met Yin Luo, he felt the young man wasn't that kind of person.
Completely different from those filthy people who kept mistresses everywhere.
Yin Luo wasn't trying to keep him.
Perhaps...
he really likes him!
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