[AAAOld Lin] Old Master! It’s done! Young Master just brought him back!
[AAAOld Lin] He’s incredibly good-looking! Young Master must have fallen in love at first sight!
[AAAOld Lin] [BlossomingWealth.jpg]
[Qin Jianye] Brought him home? That wooden block can even fall in love at first sight?
“Uncle Lin, this is Cen Miao. I got the marriage certificate with him. Prepare a room on the second floor—he’ll live there from now on.”
“?” Live on the second floor? They already have the certificate; why not… share a bed?
Old Lin quickly put away his phone and had a sudden idea.
“Oh dear, what a memory lapse. The shower on the second floor is broken, and we haven’t fixed it yet. How about having Madam stay with you instead?”
Qin Zelin cast a heavy glance at Old Lin, meeting his unflinching eyes, and after a moment, he relented: “Then prepare another room on the third floor first.”
Old Lin: “……..” Newly married and shy?
At least they were on the same floor. Seeing each other all the time would slowly let feelings develop.
Sharing a blanket, sooner or later.
“Understood, Young Master.”
“I have another meeting at the company. You rest in the living room for now. When the third-floor room is ready, you can go up,” Qin Zelin said, glancing at his watch, speaking to Cen Miao.
Cen Miao obediently nodded and glanced at the place he would live.
Such a big house, supporting so many people—he must have spent all his money.
Probably earning money to buy food… so hard.
“Mm, then remember to rest when you’re tired.”
The soft voice brushed against Qin Zelin’s eardrums like a feather, and his expression stiffened for a moment before he replied, “Mm.”
After Qin Zelin left, Old Lin quickly guided Cen Miao to the sofa. Seeing him hugging several bags of beef jerky, he smiled warmly: “Madam, put down the bags and rest for a bit. I’ll have the kitchen cut some fruit for you.”
“Thank you, Uncle Lin. My name is Cen Miao,” he corrected politely. Not Madam.
“Oh, Madam, don’t be polite.”
“…….”
Old Lin walked toward the kitchen, still smiling, and took out his phone to report:
[AAAOld Lin] Old Master! Young Master and Cen Xiao Young Master have registered their marriage!!
[AAAOld Lin] But Young Master seems a little shy and wants to sleep in separate rooms.
[Qin Jianye] That brainless guy, shy? I think he’s just trying to defy me!
[Qin Jianye] Two people whose minds are full of romance and leisure, bringing their wives everywhere…
[Qin Jianye] Finally, the second child is steady, only steady, whose mind contains nothing but work.
[Qin Jianye] He refused before, and now suddenly registers and sleeps separately. He’s trying to anger me.
[AAAOld Lin] Oh, Young Master, this successor is doing so well.
[Qin Jianye] Without me, he’d end up lonely.
[Qin Jianye] Just make sure Cen Miao isn’t wronged. Old Cen’s last wish was this; I have to help.
[AAAOld Lin] Don’t worry, Old Master.
In the living room, Cen Miao tore open a bag of beef jerky and started eating.
So… fragrant! So delicious!
How… how did one bag disappear so quickly?
Awooo! He wanted more!
“……”
Another bag? He remembered the original owner used to work to earn money; maybe he could help contribute too.
“Madam, have some fruit. Later, you can tell me whatever you want to eat. You can call me Auntie Wang, just like everyone else.” Auntie Wang set down the fruit plate, looking kindly at Cen Miao.
“Okay, thank you, Auntie Wang. My name is Cen Miao.”
“You’re welcome, Madam.”
Cen Miao: “…….” Sigh. My name is Cen Miao.
By six o’clock, Qin Zelin returned from a long meeting. On the coffee table were several empty jerky bags, and the fruit platter was completely clean.
Cen Miao was covered with a soft wool blanket, sleeping soundly, long eyelashes drooping over his eyelids, cheeks tinged pink.
“Why didn’t he go upstairs to sleep?” Qin Zelin frowned, looking at the curled-up figure on the sofa, asking a nearby maid.
Before she could answer, Cen Miao stretched, waking up, and immediately met Qin Zelin’s gaze.
“You’re back!” Cen Miao smiled lazily, a hint of unconscious joy in his tone.
Qin Zelin looked at his round, happy eyes on the sofa. The image of a small puppy wagging its tail came to mind, a soft sensation tugging at his heart.
He was about to respond when he noticed the empty jerky bags on the coffee table, his expression naturally turning cold.
“Why eat so many snacks before dinner?”
Cen Miao sat up guiltily, fidgeting with his fingers. “You said I could eat as much as I want, and I can earn money too. I won’t let you work so hard by yourself.”
The maid: …? Did something happen to Huanyu? Is the boss going bankrupt?
Qin Zelin’s throat tightened. “It’s not because it’s expensive that I didn’t let you eat. No, it’s not expensive, it’s…”
“…….”
Cen Miao: ?_? Not because it’s expensive? Not expensive and still can’t eat?
Humans are stingy!
(╯-_-)╯~╩╩
“Young Master, Madam, dinner is ready.”
“Let’s eat first,” Qin Zelin sighed helplessly and went upstairs to change.
Although it was only a contractual marriage, after all, this was someone his grandfather wanted him to care for.
He needed to correct these bad habits slowly; otherwise, after the divorce, if he couldn’t take care of himself, it would still worry him.
Dinner was Western-style. Cen Miao was interested in the golden baked cheese potatoes. He tentatively took a few bites and found the cheese on top far tastier than the potatoes below.
After finishing the cheese, Cen Miao was about to fork the steak when a cold voice from across the table said, “Cut it with a knife before eating.”
“Oh,” Cen Miao pouted, picked up the knife, and imitated Qin Zelin, cutting and eating.
Sigh, under the roof, one must bow.
(???·????)
After finishing the whole steak, he looked at the potatoes, swallowed, and quietly asked, hopeful: “Can I still have the cheese on top?”
Only then did Qin Zelin notice his plate—cheese and beef gone, vegetables and potatoes untouched.
Clear preferences.
“Finish what’s on your plate first, then I can give you another portion of cheese.”
Cen Miao frowned at the vegetables, waving his hands: “I’m full. I can’t eat anymore.”
Unlike humans, zombies didn’t eat vegetables.
The two silently stared at each other. Under Qin Zelin’s imposing aura, Cen Miao’s gaze began to dart nervously, amusing the nearby maid.
“Finish it,” Qin Zelin said, lowering his head to continue cutting steak, in a tone that allowed no argument.
Opposite him, Cen Miao stared at the vegetables, closed his eyes, braced himself, and began to eat them.
So bitter! yue~
yue~
yue~
Qin Zelin glanced at his little sour-faced expression, lips twitching ever so slightly.
“Xiao Li, give him another portion of cheese,” Qin Zelin quietly instructed.
“Understood, Young Master.” The maid nodded and went to the kitchen.
In the living room, Cen Miao’s backpack, accidentally pressed to silent, began flashing with his phone.
Soon, a few more WeChat notifications appeared on the screen.