The CEO’s Little Wife 1 6
Qiao Yu’s first day of school… he himself actually couldn’t remember it, but Shen Yan did.
“Little Fish, Little Fish.”
Ever since getting together with Qiao Yu, Shen Yan had also been led astray and started sleeping in.
Actually, according to Shen Yan’s biological clock, he had already woken up at six. But at that time, Qiao Yu was still sleeping soundly, and Shen Yan couldn’t bear to wake him. He could only close his eyes and let Qiao Yu hold him and lie there for another hour.
At seven, Shen Yan tried waking Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu’s ability to sleep in was truly unmatched. The boy nestled in his arms and let out a spoiled little hum before turning over and going back to sleep.
They dragged it out like that, over and over, until nearly nine o’clock… so close to being late that Shen Yan had no choice but to carry Qiao Yu to the bathroom to wash up as usual.
Qiao Yu was sleeping soundly. Throughout the process, he leaned against Shen Yan’s shoulder, eyes closed. If told to open his mouth, he opened it; if told to raise his head, he raised it… clearly used to it by now.
Shen Yan was a little helpless, but there was nothing he could do. After all, this was a habit he had indulged from the very beginning.
It wasn’t until after he had changed clothes and Qiao Yu’s feet were back on the ground that he reluctantly woke from his hazy sleepiness and followed Shen Yan downstairs for breakfast.
Shen Yan even delayed his trip to the company and personally drove Qiao Yu to school. Before they left, Shen Yan thoughtfully checked Qiao Yu’s little bag again. Inside were the textbooks needed for the day’s classes, a phone, a small power bank, Qiao Yu’s medicine, and two pieces of chocolate to prevent low blood sugar.
After confirming that nothing had been left behind, Shen Yan put him into the passenger seat and drove toward the school.
His home wasn’t far from Jingda University. It only took twenty minutes by car, but even those twenty minutes were enough for Qiao Yu to sleep again.
By the time the car stopped at the gate of Jingda University, Qiao Yu was already breathing steadily, lost in sleep.
“Little Fish, wake up.”
Shen Yan reached out and gently shook Qiao Yu’s shoulder. In his gaze, the boy’s long, thick eyelashes trembled very slightly. It took about seven or eight seconds before he slowly opened his eyes.
“We’re here.”
Hearing him, Qiao Yu looked somewhat blankly out the car window. A crowd of students, many dragging suitcases, walked along the road. Almost everyone who passed couldn’t help looking back twice at Shen Yan’s car, envy clearly showing in their eyes.
“Call me when class is almost over. I’ll come pick you up. You only have one class at eleven today, so don’t forget.”
Qiao Yu nodded as if he understood, then reached out to open the car door, only to forget that he still hadn’t unfastened his seatbelt. Seeing this, Shen Yan quickly stopped him.
Qiao Yu really was too dazed. Shen Yan was extremely worried. While unfastening the seatbelt, he kept nagging in Qiao Yu’s ear.
“At school, if a stranger asks for your contact information, don’t give it to him.”
“And if you don’t have class in the afternoon, don’t eat in the cafeteria. I’ll come pick you up and take you home for lunch.”
“And most importantly, don’t run off with other people. Even if they offer you food, don’t go.”
Shen Yan actually had a lot more he wanted to say, but seeing Qiao Yu’s dazed expression, he knew that saying too much wouldn’t stick anyway. He let go of the boy’s wrist and let out a long sigh.
“Go on.”
As if he had only heard that one sentence, Qiao Yu nodded, pushed open the car door, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he couldn’t help squinting at the sunlight, his groggy mind instantly waking up halfway.
Shen Yan’s car was eye-catching no matter where it appeared. A black limited-edition Maybach, paired with a brazen license plate of six ones, meant that anyone stepping out of it would instantly attract countless looks, let alone someone as beautiful as Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu was very lazy, spending his days lying down whenever he could, but his posture was unexpectedly good. His legs were long and slender, and his straight thighs were still eye-catching even when fully covered.
His shoulders and neck were thin, his lines straight and smooth. His long neck gave him an elegant swan-like grace whenever he walked.
He wasn’t very tall, around 1.76 meters. In the north, where the average height of both men and women is over 1.7 meters, he inevitably looked somewhat petite.
On the way into the Jingda campus, there was a not-very-long banyan avenue. Dense tree shadows were pierced by sunlight, seeping out tiny specks of light, creating a scene that felt somewhat oppressive in every season.
But Qiao Yu’s appearance was like a dazzling beam of light, cutting through the picture cleanly and perfectly.
He walked very slowly. Compared with the people moving briskly around him, he had a relaxed, languid air. That day, Shen Yan had dressed him in a snow-white fleece top. The V-neck design made Qiao Yu’s face look very small.
A warm yellow kitten-fur bag slung across his shoulder and pressed against his waist, outlining a slim, soft curve. Paired with that immature, ragdoll cat-like, elegant and beautiful face, it would not have been hard to believe he was a high school student.
Qiao Yu’s hair grew very quickly. His slightly long hair, which hadn’t been trimmed in a month, rested casually on his shoulders. The soft strands swayed with every breeze, blurring his delicate, luminous features.
He was really beautiful… beautiful in a way that seemed to stand apart from the people around him, or even from the world itself. His features were pure and innocent, yet that pair of affectionate eyes was incredibly alluring, both pure and seductive, always making people want to pull him into their arms and take a deep breath.
Just as humans can’t resist hachimi, Qiao Yu was clearly the human version of hachimi.
Qiao Yu was not unaware of the intense looks from around him. Some people even secretly took out their phones to take pictures when he passed by. But he had clearly forgotten to turn off the flash, and after a faint flash of light, there was a loud click.
Qiao Yu heard it and knew he was being photographed, but in the spirit of “better to have one less thing than one more,” he had perfectly learned to get used to it and ignore it, because right now he only had one feeling.
Walking is so tiring. I want to die.
As Qiao Yu walked toward the school, he had no idea what kind of impact he was having on the quiet Jingda. Post after post of missing-person notices appeared on the campus forum, and blurry, badly angled photos of Qiao Yu were uploaded online one after another. It was like a C4 bomb had been dropped into the calm of Jingda; after a brief period of easing up, it exploded like a geyser.
Breaking! A stunning freshman suddenly appears on Jingda campus!