In the past, he had never dared to speak to him like this. As long as he gave him even the slightest smile, he would become incredibly happy.
He had always pretended to be sensible and obedient, trying to get his parents and himself to accept him, to integrate into the Cen Family.
Hmph. No matter what, without Grandpa protecting you, you’ve already been kicked out. Brother Jianian’s family would never like a wild stray like you who no one wants.
Cen Ning got into the car, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and slammed his foot on the accelerator.
At almost the same time, Qin Zelin stepped out of a black Bentley, looking at the day’s work schedule and routine reports sent by his secretary on his phone.
After getting off the elevator and entering his office, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Fang Huan entered, placed the documents that needed signing on the left side of the desk, and when he saw Qin Zelin take off his coat, he helped hang it on the rack.
“Boss, regarding the matter you asked me to investigate yesterday, we haven’t found any rumors about the company operating poorly for now. However, I’ve already informed the PR department to keep a closer watch.”
“Mm, got it,” Qin Zelin nodded slightly. Then, looking at the coat on the rack by the door, he unconsciously rubbed his fingers together, recalling the thin, low-quality coat he had touched yesterday.
Fang Huan: “?” What’s that supposed to mean? Thinking of buying new clothes? Suddenly cares about fashion?
Following Qin Zelin’s gaze, he glanced at the coat and said, “The brands you usually wear recently released new collections. Should I bring the magazines they sent over for you to take a look later?”
“No need. You choose,” Qin Zelin said, then looked at Fang Huan as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Fang Huan: ……? Seriously? You’re making me guess again?
I’m Fang Huan, not Detective Conan!
Thinking about how this change started after his boss got married, Fang Huan tentatively asked, “Should I also send some clothes for Young Master Cen?”
Qin Zelin paused in surprise for a moment, then nodded. A trace of approval flashed in his eyes, though his tone remained calm: “Mm, send some along.”
Fang Huan: “……” He wasn’t Fang Huan—he was Detective Conan!
“…Alright, boss.”
The office fell silent for a moment.
Fang Huan: “……” Ancestor, I’ve been with you for years! Even your university alumnus! Why is this so hard to say?!
“Ahem,” Qin Zelin lowered his head and opened a document. “Pick something suitable for a twenty-year-old. The style… a bit cuter.”
Fang Huan suppressed his shock: “…Alright, boss.”
“Also send some loungewear. Light-colored,” Qin Zelin added while signing documents. “Something with a bit of a soft, fluffy texture.”
“As soon as possible.”
“…Understood.”
“Mm, you can go now. Come inform me before the meeting.”
Finally hearing the long-awaited “you can go now,” Fang Huan quickly nodded, took the signed documents, and left the office.
Outside the door, Fang Huan sighed.
Sigh… that prenuptial agreement… was probably just a waste of paper.
On the third day of marriage, his boss already thought the other person was cute~
And was even rushing to send him clothes.
At Beijing University campus.
On the way to the Teaching Building, after confirming the part-time schedule, Xu Jianian turned to look at the person beside him, feeling that he had suddenly become much more lively and cheerful.
He was no longer like a few days ago when Old Master Cen had just passed away, with empty eyes.
And when facing Cen Ning, he no longer swallowed his grievances like before.
“Oh right, Miao Miao, I heard from Cheng Cheng that you were looking for a place to stay. Did you move out of the Cen Family?”
Cen Miao: “…Mm.” He had been kicked out… but that counted as moving, right?
Xu Jianian had heard about Cen Miao’s background from his family. Thinking about how he had seemed like an outsider in that house when he visited before, he felt that moving out wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Moving out is actually good. I have an apartment near the school that I don’t really use. If you need it, you can…”
“Miao Miao baby! Senior Xu!” Cheng Cheng’s voice came from behind.
They both turned. Cen Miao’s eyes lit up, dimples appearing as he smiled: “Cheng Cheng!”
“Hey, don’t look at me like that! You’re too good-looking, I can’t handle it!” Cheng Cheng was momentarily stunned by the bright smile and couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch Cen Miao’s cheek.
Cen Miao’s lips puckered: “Mmm… I’m not good-looking.”
“Huh? If you’re not good-looking, then who is?”
Cheng Cheng had originally wanted to tease him about whether his husband looked the best, but seeing Xu Jianian there, and remembering that Cen Miao didn’t like sharing personal matters, he held it back.
When Cen Miao wanted to make it public, he would say it himself.
Cen Miao frowned, recalling his previous appearance. Everyone had said he was the best-looking Little Zombie in the base.
“You have to have gray eyes and sharp teeth to be good-looking!”
Cheng Cheng: …………?
Miao Miao’s taste is this wild?
Likes wolf-type looks with gray contact lenses and sharp fangs?
“Mm… that kind is good-looking too… just a different kind of good-looking from Miao Miao.”
“Right, Senior Xu?”
Xu Jianian paused slightly, then looked at Cen Miao and smiled, nodding: “Mm, good-looking.”
After parting with Xu Jianian at the stairwell and arriving at the classroom, only when the test papers were handed out did Cen Miao realize what the “exam” Xu Jianian mentioned earlier was.
He scratched his head, looking at the questions. They felt familiar, yet not quite—like scratching an itch through a thick coat.
Sigh…
Cen Miao looked at the densely packed paper and let out a long sigh.
He didn’t want to be human anymore… it was too tiring.
Why do humans have to learn all this stuff!
After two exams, it was already noon.
“Baby, how did you do? Let’s go eat first, we still have a major class this afternoon.”
“I didn’t know anything,” Cen Miao quickly stood up when he heard about food, swallowing his saliva. “Then let’s go eat quickly! I’m so hungry!”
Actually… being human wasn’t so bad.
Cheng Cheng assumed he was just being modest and pulled him toward the cafeteria.
Back in the classroom, a group of people surrounded Cen Ning.
“Cen Ning,” Xu Xinyu waved his hand in front of him, “stop staring. I sat next to him—he basically handed in a blank paper. There’s no way he scored higher than you.”
“A blank paper? Are you sure?” Cen Ning couldn’t believe it. Academic performance had always been the only thing Cen Miao could show off.
Since childhood, what he hated most was hearing Grandpa tell him to learn from his brother, and the praise relatives gave at family gatherings.
Even his indifferent parents would smile and modestly respond during those moments.
Even after Grandpa passed away, it was because of this that his parents only demanded the money Grandpa left him back, instead of immediately kicking him out.
Could it be that after being driven out, he had simply given up?
“Of course I’m sure. I saw it with my own eyes—he barely wrote anything,” Xu Xinyu said confidently. “If you don’t believe me, ask Zhao Qi.”
“I saw it too. I was even thinking of copying his answers, but the paper was basically blank—worse than mine. Young Master Cen, don’t worry.”
Cen Ning curled his lips slightly: “Doesn’t matter. I’m in a good mood today—treating you all to that new Fuxi Cuisine place.”
“Then we’re definitely eating a lot! I heard their meat is limited daily, flown in fresh from overseas.”
Cen Ning flicked his car keys, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: “Mm, eat whatever you want.”
In the cafeteria, Cheng Cheng stared wide-eyed at Cen Miao’s lunch, wanting to say something but hesitating.