RSDH CH27

The reason the production team set the picnic location here was because a small stream, clear to the bottom, ran through the forest belt separating it from the clearing. All hygiene indicators had been tested and met standards.

Others had already washed vegetables, fetched water, and were cooking.

Duan Xingye came back late. When he went over with the vegetable washing basket, he was the only one on the bank.

Old Xu followed behind holding the camera.

Leaving the picnic clearing, the surroundings immediately became quiet.

Under the interwoven hues of cloudy sky, forest, rain mist, and moss, the stream shimmered emerald green, jumping briskly past his eyes, making gurgling sounds.

Duan Xingye cautiously stepped onto a wet bluestone and squatted down.

He rinsed his hands with the flowing water. As soon as his fingertips touched the water surface, he retracted them like lightning.

The bullet comments laughed, rolling joyfully: Cat retracting paw~

There was no sign of the weather warming up yet; the stream water was bone-chillingly cold.

With limited firewood in the wild, heating water seemed luxurious. Previously, when guests came to the stream to wash vegetables, they all hissed from the cold. Seeing their difficult side, the audience laughed and shouted heartache, creating excellent program effects.

But Duan Xingye was afraid of the cold, and it had nothing to do with constitution. It was purely because he was spoiled at home. Since childhood, he couldn’t be too hot, too cold, or bumped into, resulting in extremely poor tolerance for pain.

Therefore, to him, the water in front of him wasn’t water; it became dense blades. Washing vegetables here was equivalent to sticking his hands into blades and stirring.

Just as Duan Xingye was struggling with the stream water, footsteps came from behind.

Duan Xingye looked back.

Cheng Duzhou had already taken off his jacket and folded his shirt cuffs twice. He waved his hand to the side at him, meaning move over.

Duan Xingye didn’t stand on ceremony with him. While squatting, he shuffled two steps to the side, making room.

Cheng Duzhou first scooped the green onions out of the bag to wash. The stream water submerged the back of his hand with distinct knuckles.

Duan Xingye shivered just watching. Seeing him wearing only a high-quality dark shirt, he asked, “Cold?”

Cheng Duzhou fished out a handful of onions. Amidst his usual indifferent expression, there was a faint hint of drive. “Not cold.”

Duan Xingye recalled his wilted local dog appearance just now. He didn’t know how this person suddenly got better, but with the camera present, it wasn’t convenient to ask. He just assumed Cheng Duzhou’s grievance was worthless, like playing around.

With nothing to do, Duan Xingye picked up a small twig from the side and scraped the mud off the edge of his light-colored sneakers. He had walked all the way back from the village and picked up quite a bit.

Leaving the vegetable washing to Cheng Duzhou, he asked, “Did you wash them just now too?”

Cheng Duzhou was in a group with Jiang Li. With his gentlemanly demeanor, he wouldn’t let Jiang Li do such tiring work.

“No.” Cheng Duzhou held the washed green onions, shook off the water, and said, “It was Old Xiao. He fought to wash the vegetables.”

Thinking of how Xiao Jiahui served Jiang Li hand and foot today, Duan Xingye objectively commented, “Old Xiao really knows how to cherish his wife.”

Cheng Duzhou had just put down the onions. He paused, straightened his back, rested his arms on his knees, and looked at Duan Xingye with slightly cold dark eyes. His voice revealed displeasure: “Then what do you think I’m doing right now?”

“Ahhh! He’s jealous!”

“Lol, President Cheng suddenly possessed by a contrarian spirit.”

“Both are tools washing vegetables for their wives; why do you only praise Old Xiao? Zhouzhou (I) am going to be angry.”

“Just can’t stand Wifey saying others are good!”

In the livestream room, bullet comments flooded the screen. The liveliness seemed to disturb Duan Xingye.

Duan Xingye looked back quickly at the camera, then at Cheng Duzhou, tapping the bluestone slab with the small twig. “Didn’t say you were bad. Hurry up and wash.”

Cheng Duzhou only felt he was being perfunctory. Without a word, he lowered his head and fished potatoes out of the bag.

Duan Xingye also fell silent, poking his shoe upper with the small stick. Poke poke poke.

How could he not hear Cheng Duzhou asking for praise? His face heated up for a moment. At the same time, he was surprised. The person who used to be like a muted gourd became lively as soon as acting was involved.

As expected of a born Movie Emperor. Exposed to the camera almost all day, he could maintain his persona without collapsing and even add scenes to show affection from time to time.

Except for the lack of tacit understanding, such a business partner was undeniably strong.

Duan Xingye inhaled two mouthfuls of damp, cold air, stuck the twig on the stone slab, and finally found a chance to settle accounts: “Why did you choose a vegetable?”

“?”

“With those items, wasn’t what I chose obvious enough? What were you doing?”

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cheng Duzhou’s expression. He thought this matter had passed since Duan Xingye said he wasn’t angry, but now he brought it up again.

Difficult.

He said, “You like blue.”

“Exactly!” Duan Xingye flared up, seeing he clearly understood yet chose wrong. “Wasn’t that whale blue!”

Cheng Duzhou pursed his lips. After a moment, he said, “Broccoli (Xi Lan Hua) also has blue (Lan).”

“How can that be, that’s gree…”

Duan Xingye was about to suspect if Cheng Duzhou was colorblind when his brain turned.

Xi Lan Hua… Lan Hua (Blue Flower)… Lan (Blue).

“…”

Even the bullet comments were frozen: With this brain circuit, how did President Cheng chase Teacher Duan back then?

Cheng Duzhou hung his head, scrubbing a potato skin, then switching to another, whispering, “I gave you a plush toy, you didn’t like it.”

Duan Xingye was stunned, opening his mouth.

That dolphin, he only said it was ugly and acted a bit disdainful, but he didn’t say he disliked it.

Cheng Duzhou continued on his own, “But I gave you flowers, you didn’t say you disliked them… so I chose the broccoli (flower).”

The bullet comments immediately changed direction: Ah, you brat deserve to have a wife!!!

Duan Xingye didn’t know what to say. He lowered his head to clean his shoes, but heat rose in his heart.

Saying Cheng Duzhou was acting, yet this person remembered everything related to him in private so clearly. A moment of inattention would lead to misunderstanding and confusion, as if he was truly placed in his heart.

In this situation, if he couldn’t control his heartbeat, he couldn’t be blamed.

Duan Xingye pursed his lips, steadied himself, and glanced at the water beside him.

Cheng Duzhou’s hands were already red from soaking in the stream water.

He couldn’t help but ask again, “Cold?”

“Not cold.”

Cheng Duzhou skillfully scrubbed the potatoes clean one by one. Watching him, Duan Xingye knew that although Cheng Duzhou’s assets had already placed him on the rich list, he actually had no airs when doing work in life because Cheng Duzhou was used to doing many things since childhood. This also caused the former Cheng Duzhou to be more mature than ordinary children, knowing how to endure hardship.

Cheng Xian had little free time outside of work, and his energy was focused on his hospitalized wife.

Cheng Duzhou basically had to rely on himself for everything when he was young. But not only could he take care of himself well, he learned to make soup at the age of five to help with housework.

When he was five, on a weekend morning without kindergarten, Duan Xingye drew a map on his bed (wet the bed) and woke up earlier than usual.

When the nanny came to clean up, she mentioned Cheng Duzhou was making soup in the kitchen. So as soon as the nanny helped him change pants, he ran downstairs.

Standing on a stool in front of the counter, compared to the deep pot on the stove, Cheng Duzhou’s small figure had a childish loneliness.

At first, adults didn’t allow Cheng Duzhou to use the kitchen independently. But seeing him work steadily unlike a child and causing no disasters, the kitchen was eventually opened to him.

Duan Xingye was only slightly taller than the countertop at the time. He gripped the edge with both hands, stood on tiptoe, his big black eyes trying hard to look into the pot, but alas, he was too short. “What soup are you making?”

Cheng Duzhou looked down at him, maintaining the rhythm of stirring with the spoon, and said, “Chicken soup.”

“Making it for your mom?”

“Mn.”

Duan Xingye wrinkled his small nose.

Smells so good.

He tilted his head to look at Cheng Duzhou again, only feeling that Cheng Duzhou cooking soup felt different from little girls playing house in kindergarten.

Cheng Duzhou asked, “Do you want to drink?”

Duan Xingye nodded: “Yes.”

Cheng Duzhou scooped out half a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and carefully squatted down.

Duan Xingye grabbed his wrist, lowered his head, and drank a sip from the spoon.

Cheng Duzhou asked, “How is it?”

Duan Xingye puffed his cheeks, moved them, squinted his eyes, and shook his head. “Auntie makes it better. Why don’t you let Auntie help you make it?”

Cheng Duzhou said nothing, stood up, and continued stirring the chicken soup.

Duan Xingye didn’t realize at the time that the Auntie was his family’s nanny, not Cheng Duzhou’s.

Cheng Duzhou stopped, looking at the rolling soup base in the pot, and said, “When I make a hundred chickens, I’ll let Mom come home.”

Duan Xingye lay back on the edge of the counter and asked, “Who said?”

“No one said. I said it to the sky.”

“Then how many have you made?”

“Five.”

“Oh.”

Five was the fingers on one hand.

One hundred, how many was that…

Duan Xingye gathered his thoughts and threw away the twig. “Let me do it.”

Cheng Duzhou looked at him, confused.

Duan Xingye had already rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a cabbage, and soaked it in water.

“Hiss—”

Almost in a second, Duan Xingye put the wet cabbage back in its original place. He retracted both hands, stuffing them between his pressed stomach and legs. His sleeves also rubbed back down. The whole person curled up tighter than before.

Cheng Duzhou laughed muffledly.

Duan Xingye had the heart to help, but the stream water was a cold he couldn’t bear.

“Not allowed to laugh!”

Duan Xingye looked at him.

Cheng Duzhou happened to be looking this way too.

Their eyes met.

Duan Xingye saw those pitch-black eyes filled with laughter. Unlike the usual steady pretense, the expression had a bit more of a boyish unbridled flavor.

Watching him, Duan Xingye’s mouth pursed askew, deliberately suppressing his breath.

Finally.

“Pfft!”

The two were like actors who suddenly broke character, laughing uncontrollably for no reason.

The livestream screamed endlessly, calling the moment of looking at each other and smiling too sweet!

Although the audience didn’t know what they were laughing at, they understood that between couples, there were some inexplicable small moments.

In the picture, the sky was overcast, rain and mist surrounded them. Two people squatted by the stream, both with eyes curved in laughter. Even across the screen, one could feel the warm and joyful atmosphere.

Duan Xingye lowered his head, able to see the reflection rippling away.

After a while, he called, “Cheng Duzhou.”

Cheng Duzhou slightly restrained his smile and asked, “What?”

Duan Xingye bit on the mild trailing note, slowly saying, “When you smile, the sky warms up.”

“…”

The potato in Cheng Duzhou’s hand almost rolled into the water. The shock generated by his heartbeat instantly was strong enough to cause dizziness.

Duan Xingye still had a residual smile on his face. His upturned eyes were clear, as limpid as the stream water, yet warmer than the stream water.

A massive wave of bullet comments galloped through Cheng Duzhou’s mind, finally aligning into one sentence.

— He spoke love words to me.

Finally unable to suppress the heat in his heart, he leaned forward.

“How is this sentence? Want to write it into a song.” Duan Xingye pointed to the reflection in the water and said, “Looking at my own face, suddenly thought of it.”

“…”

Motherfucker.

Narcissus beautiful youth.

Cheng Duzhou returned to his position, calm.

“Pretty good.”

Then he continued to lower his head and wash vegetables.

Under the exertion, he rubbed a layer of skin off the potato.

When Duan Xingye returned to the clearing, there was half an hour left until the picnic ended.

Cheng Duzhou intended to stay and help Duan Xingye, but was driven away by Duan Xingye, leaving Cheng Duzhou somewhat baffled.

Duan Xingye threw a match into the woodpile and set up the iron pot above.

When the fire rose and the bottom of the pot was hot, he poured some water into the pot. Then he picked up the spatula, pulled his sleeves down to cover the handle, and stood a bit far away.

Bullet comments:

“Hahaha so real. I cook like this too, terrified of oil splashing on my hands.”

“I’m starting to worry. Can Teacher Duan really do this?”

Duan Xingye poured beef fat into the pot. Like defending against demons, he held the pot lid in front of his face, poking and stirring with the spatula.

Seeing this, Jiang Li nudged Cheng Duzhou. “Want to go over and help?”

Cheng Duzhou said, “He won’t let me.”

Jiang Li smiled and shook her head. “Your husband seems very independent, not relying on you at all.”

Cheng Duzhou watched Duan Xingye for a while, lowering his lashes. “Could be said to be the only place he’s not cute.”

Seeing Duan Xingye had started stir-frying, obviously looking like a novice, Tao Ziyi couldn’t help showing a mocking expression.

The food Duan Xingye made later would definitely be inedible. Just based on his arrogant look earlier, Tao Ziyi decided not to show him any mercy during the evaluation later.

Because of moisture, beef fat splattered oil at first. But when the tallow was rendered, the pot stabilized and didn’t jump so violently.

Duan Xingye scooped out the residue and poured a basket of green onions into it.

The audience was curious about what he was making.

“Scallion oil noodles?”

“Fried skewers?”

“Chive pockets?”

With that much oil, it obviously wasn’t a home-cooked dish.

When the green onion shreds turned burnt yellow, Duan Xingye scooped them out again, sprinkled ginger mince into the oil, and then took out the prepared basket. Red, black, and brown things poured into the pot all at once. With a whoosh like heavy rain pouring, a cloud of thick white smoke rolled up.

Duan Xingye covered his nose and mouth with his arm, taking two steps back to avoid the smoke.

However, at this time, the scent of pepper and spice rushed rapidly across the clearing.

Wu Enqi looked up, sniffing the air. “What is that? Smells so good.”

The production team also smelled the aroma and hurriedly gave a top-down shot of the pot in front of Duan Xingye.

Inside, it was red with millet peppers, mixed with red and green Sichuan peppercorns, cinnamon, leaves, star anise, and countless other spices.

Only then did the audience react.

“It’s hot pot base!”

“Amazing my Teacher Duan, actually knows how to stir-fry hot pot base?”

“So smart! This way, just cut all the vegetables and rinse them in it!”

Tao Ziyi smelled the stimulating scent; his lungs couldn’t take it, and he coughed, casting a suspicious look at Duan Xingye.

What is Duan Xingye doing? Don’t tell me he expects to cover all tastes with spiciness?

Tao Ziyi’s livestream was also discussing.

“Seems like he’s stir-frying hot pot base.”

“Duan Xingye knows how?”

“True Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot pays attention to the recipe. It’s not called base just by throwing all the peppers in. Unless his family opened a hot pot restaurant, it definitely won’t taste good.”

“Those who can’t cook really start messing around.”

The initial spiciness was very sharp, but gradually, that taste mixed with the mellow aroma of beef tallow, tending toward gentleness. The volatile scents of various spices became more and more diverse, mixing together to become numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant, drifting for ten miles and stimulating saliva secretion.

Lured by the fragrance, Jiang Li and Wu Enqi abandoned their work and ran to Duan Xingye’s place to observe.

“Not bad, Teacher Duan. Smells too good.” Wu Enqi swallowed saliva.

She saw a layer of bright red oil floating in the pot, with thick base ingredients sinking at the bottom, almost identical to the pot base in the hot pot restaurants she visited when traveling in Sichuan-Chongqing.

Duan Xingye found standing for two extra minutes tiring. He had already grabbed a chair to sit down, pushing the spatula to stir in circles.

Jiang Li rubbed her hands. “When can we start?”

“Soon.” Duan Xingye looked at the color and said, “Just need to season it at the end.”

Time finally reached the hour mark. The chief director announced the start of the evaluation.

Everyone sat at the long table, plates of dishes served up.

Because Duan Xingye unexpectedly made hot pot, the program team specially brought him a gas stove. After lighting the fire and putting the pot on, the fresh, fragrant, numbing, and spicy smell filled the air instantly.

Duan Xingye, who people worried would blow up the kitchen, actually made the main meal everyone looked forward to the most.

Wu Enqi excitedly shouted “Woohoo~”.

Only Tao Ziyi looked a bit strained, almost staring a hole through that hot pot. Finally, he asked, “It smells good, but is it edible?”

“Oh my, won’t we know if we try? I’m digging in.” Jiang Li moved her chopsticks first, picking up a slice of pork belly and soaking it in the rolling base.

Others followed suit.

Meat slices cooked very fast. Jiang Li fished it up, blew on it, and stuffed it into her mouth without suspicion.

The livestream waited to see her reaction.

Duan Xingye was obviously a cooking novice; the unfamiliar techniques during the stir-frying process couldn’t be faked. Yet his first move was a high-difficulty hot pot, making people somewhat suspect it would fail.

As an ordinary slice of meat entered her mouth, the taste buds on the tip of her tongue exploded with fireworks instantly. Freshness just right, saltiness suitable, accompanied by the lingering spicy fragrance of the spices, a taste carnival started in her mouth.

Jiang Li’s eyes widened. Because she was eating meat, she had no time to respond, making meaningless “Mmmm mmmm” sounds, raising her hand to give a crazy thumbs up.

“Acting, right?”

“If the acting weren’t so exaggerated, I’d almost believe it.”

“Sigh, Duan Xingye is like a VIP; people prop him up wherever he goes. Can’t help it.”

“Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors. Duan Xingye almost took vinegar instead of soy sauce. Can he make anything good like this?”

Wu Enqi also ate a piece of tripe at this time. The wonderful crispness of being cooked in seven seconds, dipped in the pure numbing fragrant base.

She looked up, spraying hot steam from the heat, and said excitedly, “Too delicious!”

Next, people kept exclaiming how delicious it was, and everyone continued to rinse food after eating, just like a hot pot gathering.

Now the unwilling people finally went silent. The audience drooled just watching the guests eat.

“Wuwuwu also want to eat hot pot made by Teacher Duan.”

“Sichuan-Chongqing wifey I love so much~”

“Teacher Duan is amazing; conquered a table of people with one move.”

“Hungry. Going out to eat hot pot right now.”

Such a bright red pot base added warmth to the cold winter in the wild.

Tao Ziyi saw his jade tofu soup receiving the cold shoulder, and Huang Liang was actually burying his head eating hot pot too. Unwillingly, he stepped on his foot.

Huang Liang even went “Ah?”, saying, “You eat too, tastes good.”

Tao Ziyi’s face changed.

He couldn’t eat spicy food; mild spicy was his limit. Such a red soup base made his throat hurt just looking at it.

Looking up.

Duan Xingye looked at him, smiling yet not smiling. “Senior Brother, why not eat?”

Tao Ziyi stiffened, picked up a piece of meat, and said weakly, “Eating… eating…”

Having talked tough in front of the camera before the picnic, he couldn’t decline now. No matter how spicy, he had to endure the pain and eat it.

Duan Xingye lowered his lashes, hiding a slight mockery.

After the picnic, everyone scored the dishes.

Duan Xingye’s hot pot was deeply loved by everyone and got a full ten points.

Others hovered around seven points.

The worst was Tao Ziyi and Huang Liang. Because they made a bland tofu soup, although the process was meticulous, tasting it after eating hot pot felt flavorless.

After this picnic, viewers could see that the other two couples were captivated by Duan Xingye’s cooking skills. After the meal, they were already discussing a family gathering.

Jiang Li was very enthusiastic. “President Cheng knows my house. When will you bring Teacher Duan over?”

Duan Xingye reacted indifferently: “Can go when not busy.”

Actually just polite words. Wouldn’t go.

Two years after marriage, he and Cheng Duzhou hadn’t even been in the same frame for public events, let alone attending private gatherings together. Everyone always minded their own business.

Right at this moment.

Cheng Duzhou turned his head and asked him, “When are you not busy?”

Caught off guard and undermined, Duan Xingye paused and said, “We’ll see.”

Cheng Duzhou said, “Give a rough time.”

“?”

With so many people watching, Duan Xingye felt put on the spot. He raised an eyebrow lightly at Cheng Duzhou, giving him a questioning look of “Excuse me?”

Cheng Duzhou acted as if he didn’t see it, tapping the table with his finger. “Hurry up, Sister Jiang is waiting for an answer.”

“…”

Fuck.

Stirring up trouble.

While Duan Xingye was hesitating.

Jiang Li clapped her hands. “Let’s tentatively set it for next Friday! Everyone should be free then. Have a meal together before recording the show.”

“I have no problem,” Cheng Duzhou said.

So everyone’s eyes turned to Duan Xingye.

Under pressure, Duan Xingye lowered his lashes, then raised them, still saying, “Let’s talk about it later.”

Beside him, Cheng Duzhou glanced at him.

After the picnic ended, the production team announced a new mission.

Jiang Li read the cue card:

” All the Way With You Grand Movie.”

“Xi Village is as beautiful as a painting. To commemorate this trip and experience the simple charm of the water town scenery, we will arrange for everyone to remake a scene from The Legend of White Snake here. Please step forward one by one to draw role cards, but please do not open them. Check after checking into your rooms.”

Among these guests, the best at acting were naturally Cheng Duzhou and Jiang Li. Duan Xingye didn’t know how to act, but filming in a romance variety show, everyone definitely wasn’t watching for the acting but for the entertainment effect, so he just had to cooperate.

Ahead, staff brought up a box; it seemed everyone would draw mixed.

Jiang Li raised a question: “What if the gender drawn is wrong?”

The chief director said: “The program team will adjust your costumes according to gender. There won’t be cross-dressing situations. As for the script, everyone can improvise freely within the given framework.”

Bullet comments were delighted to hear it: Exciting~

Guests had no more questions, stepping forward one by one to draw envelopes with role cards, but couldn’t open them for now.

Because the production team also wanted to keep the audience in suspense for ratings.

Next was free rehearsal time.

Everyone went to their respective accommodations based on the ranking of completing the secret mission.

Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye’s group, being first place, stayed in the most luxurious house near the scenic area, making everyone envious.

The two got into the car.

Cheng Duzhou sat by the window, and Duan Xingye sat by the other window. Someone as big as Old Xu could fit between them.

Even the audience saw the atmosphere was wrong.

“What’s wrong with these two? Were fine during the meal.”

“Tired maybe.”

“Not enough to sit so far apart.”

“President Cheng seems unhappy?”

The program team had returned their phones.

Duan Xingye scrolled through today’s Weibo.

#Cat# was pushed to the top; why it was pushed up was very clear.

Not wanting to experience social death again, he skipped it directly without clicking.

There was also #Lost Self in Wife’s Praise#, related to Cheng Duzhou.

Through video replay, Duan Xingye saw himself kissing Cheng Duzhou in happiness, and only now started to feel uncomfortable.

And at the end, Cheng Duzhou’s eyes indeed lost focus, showing a lost state of losing his bearings.

Silly dog.

Duan Xingye exhaled and pulled up WeChat.

Seen: [Say it straight if something’s up, don’t give me a long face.]

Cheng Duzhou’s low pressure was still obvious; hard not to notice.

The other side seemed to be waiting for him. Instant reply.

Cheng Duzhou: [Are you very busy?]

Seen: [???]

Seen: [Am I idle?]

Duan Xingye felt a hint of offense, thinking Cheng Duzhou, as a busy triple-gold Movie Emperor, seemed to be questioning his professional ability as a singer.

Cheng Duzhou: [No time to attend gatherings?]

Duan Xingye pursed his lips; the sense of offense disappeared.

Seen: [I’m not an accessory, nor do I have the obligation to accompany you to friends’ gatherings.]

He wasn’t interested in family gatherings. Knowing he and Cheng Duzhou were a fake couple, having to act in someone else’s home was tiring. Cheng Duzhou and Jiang Li were friends. If he wanted to go to the gathering, he couldn’t go alone; his role was no different from window dressing.

Cheng Duzhou went silent for a good while.

Duan Xingye turned off his phone and looked out the window.

This kind of thing shouldn’t have been brought up by him publicly, making everyone awkward.

Suddenly.

Phone vibrated.

Duan Xingye looked.

Cheng Duzhou: [You are not an accessory.]

Duan Xingye was still reading the message when a dark shadow suddenly leaned close beside him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

Cheng Duzhou’s face pressed down, kissing the mole on the bridge of his nose. His lips still carried the scorching heat from eating hot pot.

After a neither light nor heavy touch, Cheng Duzhou retreated.

Duan Xingye looked at him blankly.

Cheng Duzhou’s jaw was tight, his pitch-black deep eyes staring at Duan Xingye. Before he could blush, he said fiercely, “You are my, Cheng Duzhou’s, husband. Do you have any doubts about your identity?”

Perhaps realizing he was bluffing, he added a domineering CEO-style concluding word at the end: “Hmm?”

“…”

Under the livestream camera, the couple got into the car silently, didn’t speak for a long time, then Cheng Duzhou suddenly leaned in to kiss Duan Xingye, dominantly declaring sovereignty.

Bullet comments expressed confusion about the young couple: ?

—

Author’s Note:

Teacher Duan: Why do other domineering CEOs smell like cologne, but you smell like beef tallow hot pot.

President Cheng: Careless.