This story is about two men in a relationship!!!
Kisses, hugs, XXX
[If you accidentally entered, you can also stay and have a taste]
[Smart Little Brain Storage]
[Yellow Little Underwear Storage]
The moment Little Zombie Cen Miao opened his eyes, a rich aroma of meat spread through his nose.
!?(?_?)?
“Argh! So… so fragrant!!!”
Looking at the fork in his hand, Cen Miao tentatively poked at the meat on the plate.
He succeeded!
He remembered that Caretaker Dad ate meat like this!
Truly the smartest Little Zombie in the base! Hehe!
He took a big bite, cheeks puffed out, and chewed urgently.
Memories of his original body flooded in; his soul had unexpectedly entered the body of a suddenly deceased human.
“Marry me. After marriage, you only need to maintain a nominal relationship,” Qin Zelin said, watching Cen Miao spear a whole steak, his temple twitching. “Divorce after a year, and I will provide financial compensation.”
Immersed in human delicacies, Cen Miao heard: $%…#@/….&…..§*&
He had no idea what the human was saying (chew chew chew), but Caretaker Dad had told him (chew chew chew) that when you don’t understand something, just nod. That was the safest disguise!
Cen Miao’s cheeks puffed as he obediently nodded, then lowered his head and bit off another big piece of meat, continuing to chew, chew, chew.
Argh, the meat was so fragrant!
Since the base was destroyed and Caretaker Dad had passed, he hadn’t eaten food in ages!
Qin Zelin, who had thought it would only take a little persuasion: “……..”
He recalled Assistant Fang’s report about Cen Miao: he was adopted by the Cen Family when he was just a few months old, but soon after, Madam Cen became pregnant.
They originally planned to send Cen Miao away, but Old Master Cen couldn’t bear it, so he stayed.
When the old master was alive, he worried that Cen Miao would be left without care in the future and left him a sum of money.
After learning this, his grandfather quietly arranged a marriage contract to reassure Old Master Cen, promising to take care of Cen Miao.
But the person in front of him was far too easy to manipulate. Once the old man passed away, the money went into the Cen Family’s pocket, and he was driven out.
This marriage partner turned out to be even… more naive than he expected.
But that was fine—at least in the future, divorce wouldn’t entangle him, saving a lot of trouble.
He had never been interested in romantic entanglements; if it weren’t for his grandfather being seriously ill and insisting on fulfilling his promise to Old Master Cen, forcing him to marry, he wouldn’t have needed to marry at all.
Qin Zelin looked up at Cen Miao’s eager expression and couldn’t help but frown.
He normally… didn’t even get enough to eat?
Before long, Cen Miao had finished an entire steak and looked at him with pleading eyes.
Qin Zelin: “…….”
“This piece is untouched,” unable to resist the pitiful gaze, Qin Zelin spoke in a low voice. “If you don’t mind, you can have it.”
Cen Miao nodded vigorously, eyes full of gratitude, thinking this human, like Caretaker Dad, was a good person!
Remembering Caretaker Dad’s advice to be polite, he tilted his head and gave Qin Zelin a friendly smile.
His round eyes curved slightly, pink lips and white teeth, and when he smiled, the dimples on his cheeks made one instinctively want to poke them.
Qin Zelin was distracted by this sudden smile. Just as his long fingers pushed the plate slightly away, a hand reached over… and speared the whole steak.
“………”
What kind of look was that just now? Could it be that he liked him?
A few minutes later:
“Take a look at this agreement,” Qin Zelin said after Cen Miao finished eating, flipping to the page with the specific compensation amount and handing over the document. “If there’s no problem, sign your name.”
“!!!”
Cen Miao nervously took the document.
Good news: he recognized these symbols.
Bad news: he didn’t understand them.
Cen Miao frowned as he stared at the paper.
He didn’t want to look!
Seeing the frown, Qin Zelin added: “This agreement favors you. You don’t need to fulfill marital duties, and after divorce, you will receive enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. If you aren’t satisfied with the amount, you can adjust it freely.”
“But I hope you can avoid publicly revealing at school that you are my legal spouse—for your safety, and so divorce won’t affect your life.”
&%#@…&…
Mumbled words, he had no idea what was being said.
“Name… sign… where?” Cen Miao tentatively asked.
Because it was his first time speaking, he stumbled over his words.
To Qin Zelin, it sounded like soft, clingy murmurs, almost coquettish.
“…….”
“Don’t act cute.” The man’s deep voice sounded.
Cen Miao: -.- ???
“Wha… act… cute?”
“Sign on the last page,” Qin Zelin cleared his throat, handing over the pen with slightly awkward expression, ignoring Cen Miao’s question.
Cen Miao took the pen, turned the page, and wrote his name stroke by stroke, following the memory in his mind.
“What… is acting cute?” Cen Miao, curious about humans, asked again.
Qin Zelin: “……”
“Eat up, then let’s go. I have a meeting at my company later.”
“Oh.”
Cen Miao obediently got up and followed Qin Zelin.
Qin Zelin felt like he had gained a tail—when he moved fast, the other was fast; when he slowed, the other slowed.
They walked to the car, and seeing Cen Miao still trailing behind, Qin Zelin guessed his living conditions weren’t good, and he probably wanted to move out quickly.
He didn’t mind—getting the certificate early was fine; his grandfather wouldn’t bombard him with calls anymore.
“You want to register today,” Qin Zelin turned to look down at Cen Miao, who barely reached his shoulder, “then move out?”
Cen Miao tilted his head, expression dazed: “Register?”
“Do you have the ID?” Qin Zelin asked again.
Just then, Cen Miao took off his backpack, fumbled with the buckles, opened the zipper, dumped everything on the ground, and stared at him with innocent wide eyes.
“………”
Qin Zelin sighed, bent down to pick up Cen Miao’s ID, frowning: “Next time, you don’t need to dump everything just to find something.”
“Oh,” Cen Miao obediently nodded, pretending to be human, picking up the items one by one and putting them back into the backpack.
Watching Cen Miao’s slow movements, Qin Zelin thought he was like a little machine monster.
A system that hadn’t updated, still lagging during operation.
Once he finished gathering his things, Qin Zelin opened the car door: “Get in.”
In the car, as Qin Zelin closed the door, Cen Miao sniffed lightly, sensing a fragrance.
So fragrant… a thousand times better than the smell of those zombies!
Qin Zelin, sitting down, took his phone from his suit pocket to notify Assistant Fang to delay the meeting. Before he finished typing, a warm touch appeared on his neck.
“???”
Looking into the rearview mirror, the driver froze: “!!! Mommy duck!”
The bodyguard in the passenger seat: “!!! Hiss….”