36 : Inspect the goods first

 At this moment, at the end of the dimly lit hotel corridor,

a young man's sweet "Husband!" made both men freeze in shock. Shang Chengnin barely managed to maintain his usual composed expression,

but then came the words, "My husband is amazing!" which melted his bones.

Zhang Chu, though a nobody who had never met any big shots, had heard of Shang Chengnin—the chairman of the largest entertainment company in the country, a well-known upstart in Wucheng's high society.

Countless minor stars dreamed of getting close to him, but this man had always been unapproachable, and the industry thought he was frigid.

Yet, he was married.

And to a handsome young man no less.

He didn't have time to think about questions like "How did these two meet?" or "There seems to be an age gap," because Shang Chengnin's rapidly cooling gaze sent a chill down his spine.

It was the gaze of someone accustomed to a position of power—arrogant, condescending, and disdainfully indifferent.

Completely different from the look he had given the handsome young man earlier.

Shang Chengning noticed the occasional glances the other man gave Yin Luo, and his expression grew even more dangerous, like a storm brewing at sea. He shielded Yin Luo behind him, using his tall frame to completely block the slender boy.

—The size difference was even more pronounced when they were close together.

"You touched my person?"

A few simple words, spoken in a calm tone, sent chills down Zhang Chu's spine. At that moment, he felt he was finished, at the very least, he couldn't survive in the entertainment industry.

Perhaps, this was the best outcome.

His face, which at first glance was passable, was ruined by cold sweat, his makeup smudged, becoming mottled and comical. He awkwardly forced a smile, said a few words casually, and quickly left.

As he passed Yin Luo, Shang Chengning still kept his distance, wary of bumping into him.

Yin Luo, seeing that Shang Chengning had vented his anger for him, tugged at his clothes from behind.

"Thank you."

The boy's clear voice eased Shang Chengning's expression considerably. He turned around, looking at Yin Luo's thick, curled eyelashes, as if they were scratching at his heart.

"No need to thank me." The man's voice carried a hint of amusement. "It's only right for a husband to do these things for his wife."

"..."

Yin Luo paused,

belatedly realizing what she had just said.

Yin Luo: [Was he flirting with me?]

The system spoke the absolute truth: [Host, he's been flirting with you. Do you remember what he whispered in your ear when he crawled under the table last time?]

[...]

Her cheeks and ears quickly flushed. Yin Luo concealed her awkwardness, pointing to Shang Chengnin's bag and deliberately changing the subject: "Was this bought for me?"

Shang Chengnin handed it over: "Yes."

Yin Luo immediately took it and went into the room, half-closing the door.

His face practically screamed, "Get out of here, I'm closing the door!" "I'll eat it. Do you want to go back and rest?"

Little rascal.

Used him and then ran.

Shang Chengning chuckled, "But wife—"

Yin Luo tiptoed and covered his mouth with his hand, "Alright, alright, stop talking!"

Shang Chengning felt a fragrance waft over; Yin Luo's palm was soft and sweet, filling him with that sweet scent. He lowered his eyes, seeing the boy's anxious and embarrassed expression. He looked fierce, but his voice sounded particularly sweet.

"I know what you want to say."

"I let you in, so you can't mention it again!"

Shang Chengning nodded, his lips lightly brushing against Yin Luo's palm.

Yin Luo felt a jolt, a tingling sensation spreading down his spine, making his legs weak. He immediately let go, but was still afraid he would stay, "This room is small, it can't fit two people. If you insist on sleeping here, you'll have to ask the front desk for a blanket to sleep on the floor."

Shang Chengning had no intention of staying.

He had originally come to bring Yin Luo food, and only came in to see him finish eating before he could leave with peace of mind. But the earlier call of "husband" and the talk of "sleeping on the floor"... it was quite tempting.

Yin Luo placed the bag on the table and noticed the porridge Duan Muze had bought for him was still open and lying to the side.

He wanted to secretly put it away, but the man's voice preceded him, sounding from behind: "It seems you don't lack food anymore."

Yin Luo paused, turned around, and found that Shang Chengning had somehow gotten so close. He subconsciously stepped back, but after a few steps, he bumped into something.

The system promptly reminded him: [Host, there's a bed behind you.]

Yin Luo pursed his lips. Shang Chengning had blocked part of the light, causing him to be completely enveloped in the man's shadow.

"Someone else gave it to you?"

"...

Yes."

Shang Chengning took another step forward, his chest almost touching Yin Luo's through the fabric, and he could even feel the other's trembling breath.

The boy was timid, but in some ways, he was remarkably thick-skinned.

He trapped the person in the small space beneath him. The curtains were partially open, and it was getting dark outside. Their intertwined shadows were reflected in the glass.

"Was it from Duan Muze?"

"...Yes."

Yinluo was afraid, but he only dared to tell the truth. He felt that even if he lied, Shang Chengning would see through him immediately.

And Shang Chengning's emotions were indeed different from before.

He was usually composed, but Yinluo was an uncertain factor for him—like an old house on fire, he would also become anxious and insecure because of the handsome boy in front of him.

But he wasn't the only one staring at the boy.

He could understand that, of course, but...

"You seem to have no defenses against men." There was something else in Shang Chengning's eyes. If Yinluo were smart, he would have seen it—that thing was desire.

"Whether it's Duan Muze, your roommate, or me."

"It's so late, you're dressed so lightly, and you look so weak, yet you let me into the room so easily."

"And you called me 'husband.'"

"Do you really think I'll keep this up forever?"

These words, one by one, slowly and deliberately entered his ears. Only after the other person stopped speaking did he dare to look up—

and there he saw Shang Chengnin take off his glasses.

The mature, gentlemanly, and aloof thirty-year-old man, after removing his glasses, revealed a pair of sharp, aggressive eyes.

It was as if he had changed his face; all those previous disguises were gone.

Yin Luo's first reaction was that taking off his glasses would lead to something "bad." He tried to run away, but his body was pressed backward.

The next moment, all the air in his chest was squeezed out, but he had no chance to breathe. Soon, his mouth was covered.

...

Yin Luo's mouth felt very sore again.

He had been helped up and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Because of the prolonged difficulty breathing, his face was very pink, and his eyes were unfocused. Except for the small cut on the corner of his lip, Shang Chengning had touched every part of his body.

After

a while , his mind gradually became less blank, and he felt a coolness on his mouth.

Shang Chengning was using a wet wipe to clean his mouth and eyes, gently and carefully, showing no trace of the fierceness when he kissed him earlier.

After cleaning, the other person opened the food packaging box and sat on the chair next to him, as if to feed him.

Yin Luo turned his head away, his brows furrowed in a fierce manner, but his voice was incredibly soft: "I don't want to eat."

Shang Chengning understood that he was angry and coaxed him in a low voice: "Be good, or you'll be hungry later."

Yin Luo felt embarrassed to get angry at him for being so good-natured, but he didn't want to eat either: "My mouth is sore, I have no energy."

"Then eat later." Shang Chengning didn't force him, put down the bowl, and after a moment of silence, he stared at Yin Luo's soft, kissed lips, "Yin Yin, have you ever thought about getting married?"

Yin Luo: "..."

He had a bad feeling.

Yin Luo: [System! What does he mean by that? Does he want me to marry him?]

The system quickly analyzed and concluded: [Probably.]

Kissing is one thing, but why does he want to get married? The men in this book are all so strange... Clearly, he's a very bad villain. Would anyone want to marry someone they hate?

Yin Luo, who had no dating experience, of course didn't realize that his "husband" that made him feel so good had already made President Shang set up a wedding scene in his mind.

The man's lips parted slightly, but Yin Luo, afraid he would speak, quickly said, "No! I'm still young, I'm not getting married now. Besides, your kiss made me uncomfortable, and my lips are sore. I don't like you, I don't like old men."

"If your family asks, just say we're not suitable."

Yin Luo exuded a sweet fragrance, her demeanor fierce and arrogant, yet her face was flushed and red, making her look like she'd been bullied.

Shang Chengning's mind wasn't on her words at all; or rather, he thought Yin Luo was just being sulky because her lips were sore from the kiss.

A moment later.

"Do you hate me?"

Yin Luo fell into thought. He wanted to purse his lips, but because his lips were still swollen, he refrained from doing so.

To be honest, Shang Chengnin seemed to have always been very good to him, buying him rose necklaces, bringing him to the film set, buying him all sorts of things, and even telling him the password to his apartment…

It seemed like he was really treating him like a wife…

But he was straight, and the people in this book were so strange. Whether they had a romantic storyline or not, they all wanted to kiss him, and the kissing never stopped, as if they wanted to devour him.

Yinluo felt extremely wronged, sniffed, but still couldn't bring herself to say the insincere "I hate you."

Seeing the boy's expression, Shang Chengnin instantly understood: "If you don't hate me, could you try to accept me?"

"I really like you, Yinyin."

"When you called me husband just now, I couldn't help but want to kiss you."

"…"

So you still kissed him, didn't you?

Shang Chengnin continued, "As for the other issue you're worried about, I think it's necessary for you to understand it."

His voice still had a nasal quality; though angry, he couldn't help being curious: "What issue?"

"You said it yourself, older men aren't good."

Shang Chengnin lowered his eyes, his sharply defined face drawing closer. "Although I personally denied it, it seems to be subjective."

"So—" "Do you want to check it out

first?"

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