“I’m Cen Miao, and he’s the one I… married.”
Qin Zelin turned his head in shock: …………..?!!??
,,,,,
He… he was what???
Old Lin and the Bodyguard looked utterly incredulous, their worldview exploding like popcorn.
Huh?
Their Young Master… their boss… was actually the “wife”?
The Bodyguard suddenly remembered Cen Miao’s words in the car that afternoon: “You smell so good~”
Looking at Qin Zelin again, an unstoppable image flashed in his mind: the “wife” holding their boss, lifting his chin arrogantly, speaking in a low voice: “Baby~ you smell so good~”
Then their usually aloof boss, bashfully lying into the “wife’s” arms, fists playfully pounding on the “wife’s” chest.
“You’re so bad! You’re so bad! I won’t talk to you anymore!”
“………….”
The Bodyguard shivered violently, shook his head, trying to rid himself of the bizarre mental image.
Several young officers also instantly gaped, forgetting to breathe, while their gaze toward Qin Zelin became complex and unreadable.
Upon closer inspection, it was mixed with a touch of confusion.
Such a big guy…
Could it be… a big tree hanging a tiny chili??
No… doesn’t seem like it…
After a while, they looked at the marriage certificate Qin Zelin handed over. After verifying, they finally believed it had been a misunderstanding.
The two of them had indeed just registered today.
The female officer, before leaving, glanced at Cen Miao, wanting to say something, her eyes full of admiration.
So this is the legendary “kawaii” too?
Really… never expected it!
So delicate, like a little figurine, yet so fierce!
Instead… she cast a sidelong glance at Qin Zelin, scanning him from head to toe.
Big build… but the little wife?
Wuwuwu… a strong “receiver” and a petite little wife… she could really ship that… Usually, you can’t even find stories like this.
Feeling the female officer’s scrutinizing yet slightly excited gaze, Qin Zelin’s chest tightened: “…….”
The Bodyguard took the other officers downstairs, and Old Lin looked up at Qin Zelin, unsure how to begin.
After thinking for a long time: “Young… Husb… Young…”
Qin Zelin: “…….”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone resigned: “Uncle Lin, he’s just half-asleep and talking nonsense. You should go back to your room and rest too.”
“Oh, o-oh, okay, Young… Husb… Young Master, I’ll go downstairs first.”
Qin Zelin: “…….Mm.”
Inside, Cen Miao hugged a pillow and stared blankly at Qin Zelin’s exposed chest muscles above the sleep robe… then tugged at his own collar.
Looking down inside, it was flat and smooth, no curves.
Why was it different?
Maybe that’s just how wives’ chests look?
As he watched Old Lin leave downstairs, Qin Zelin turned and saw Cen Miao pull his collar loose, revealing delicate collarbones and faintly pink spots just visible.
“What… are you doing?” Qin Zelin asked, voice strained.
“Nothing.” Cen Miao quickly loosened the collar.
“Why didn’t you dry your hair before sleeping?” Qin Zelin looked down at his head of messy, still damp hair.
His brows furrowed slightly, and looking from below gave him a slightly stern appearance.
Cen Miao’s delicate brows furrowed: ? This human is being stern again!
“I was sleepy, so I just… fell asleep!”
Qin Zelin: “…….”
“Dry your hair before sleeping. Is your phone out of battery? Charge it properly next time. Don’t let this kind of mix-up happen again.”
Cen Miao frowned unhappily. He suddenly thought his “wife” was a bit naggy, always chattering, sometimes strict… not as good as his Caretaker Dad.
He looked up at Qin Zelin, bared his teeth slightly, puffed up his cheeks, and slammed the door with full force.
Hmph! In my world! You’d know how scary I am!
I could eat you up!
Sca… scare you to death!
Outside the door, Qin Zelin froze for a moment: ? What was this acting cute again?
He’d need to find a chance to tell him again that this was only an arranged marriage; otherwise, all this pampering and pouting would be troublesome. Qin Zelin thought while returning to his room.
Inside, Cen Miao picked up the phone and, following his memory, charged it.
Soon after, Cheng Cheng’s call came through again.
“Hey, Miao Miao, I heard from staff that you really registered your marriage???” Cheng Cheng’s voice was full of disbelief.
“Yes, that’s right.” Cen Miao nodded.
“You didn’t have a partner before, right? What happened, did you meet your crush and flash-married?” Cheng Cheng asked.
Cen Miao: Crush? What crush?
“He doesn’t stink, smells good, really nice.”
Always chatting so much… a bit annoying.
Cheng Cheng: “…..” He felt his friend was speaking strangely today, like 1.5x speed.
“By the way, babe, what does she look like? Any photos? She must be super beautiful for you to marry so fast.” Cheng Cheng asked, curious.
Cen Miao thought a moment: “No photos. He looks… the chest part looks… different from mine.”
Cheng Cheng: “?” The chest shouldn’t look the same as yours, right?
“Then when you have time, take a photo for me. I’m really curious what kind of angel made my babe marry so fast.”
“Okay.” Cen Miao yawned a long yawn after speaking.
“Mm? Sleepy? I was going to talk about your part-time job. We’ll discuss tomorrow. Good night, babe.” Cheng Cheng said and hung up.
Cen Miao touched his still damp hair, ignored it, and snuggled back into bed hugging the pillow.
The next morning, Cen Miao woke up hungry, groggily went downstairs.
“Madam is hungry? Breakfast will be ready soon.” Maid Xiao Li smiled.
“Yes, I want to eat lots of cheese, is that okay?”
Xiao Li remembered last night at the table and didn’t dare immediately agree, silently changing the topic.
“This morning we have freshly made strawberry jam; Madam will probably like it.”
Cen Miao remembered the big strawberries he ate yesterday, swallowed, and temporarily forgot about the cheese.
“Good.”
When Qin Zelin finished his workout and entered the dining room, Cen Miao rested his chin on the table, yawning, fiddling with his familiar phone.
His slightly curly hair, crushed all night, stood up like a sea urchin.
“Later you’ll come with me to visit your grandfather at the hospital, and your studio will be arranged by the assistant today. Add them on WeChat so you can send your preferred brands.” Qin Zelin sat down and slowly spoke.
Seeing no response, he tapped his fingers on the table: “Cen Miao, did you hear me?”
Cen Miao, lost in his phone, didn’t hear a thing, mind slowly forming a question mark, vaguely nodding his head.
Even the sea urchin spikes wobbled.
Qin Zelin: “…….”
“Young Master’s Madam, breakfast is ready.”
The moment the maid spoke, Qin Zelin saw the previously listless Cen Miao suddenly sit up.
“……”
When breakfast arrived, Qin Zelin slowly spread butter on his bread with a small knife. His eyes flicked toward Cen Miao, and his hand paused.
Cen Miao grabbed a small bowl of jam, clamped it onto the bread, and the middle of the bread caved in.
Qin Zelin: “…….” Little monster… he…
Completely ignoring Qin Zelin’s gaze, Cen Miao bit a big piece, eyes widening instantly.
Humans have so much delicious food!!!
Qin Zelin could not understand his sweet, messy eating style. He withdrew his gaze, and just as he ate a few bites of shrimp vegetable salad, Cen Miao’s hand swooped in, snatching a piece of bread. Then, in his signature 2G-speed tone:
“Older Sister, I still want… strawberry jam.” Cen Miao held the bread, his round eyes looking at the maid like a little dog.
Xiao Li was almost charmed, but thinking of her career, she restrained herself.
“Young Master……” Xiao Li glanced awkwardly at Qin Zelin.
Cen Miao: “…………-.- ?” Why betray me?
That human… only lets me eat vegetables!!!
Qin Zelin’s face tightened as he looked at Cen Miao’s untouched shrimp salad and boiled egg.
What kind of diet is this little monster on?
Seeing Cen Miao’s guilty, unsuccessful scheming look, Qin Zelin almost laughed, eyes darkly fixed on him.
Soon, Cen Miao gave in.
He ate the shrimp in the salad first, then frowned and started munching the vegetables.
A proud zombie didn’t argue with humans!
Chew~
“Chew before you swallow.” Qin Zelin ate calmly, head down.
Cen Miao: “…….” His wife is so annoying.
Does she have eyes on her head too?!
Reluctantly, Cen Miao chewed the vegetables.
Chew~
Even a zombie had to care!!!
After finishing the salad, he happily ate the bread, then remembered he promised Cheng Cheng a photo.
He giggled, now having learned how!
Cen Miao picked up the phone, aimed it at Qin Zelin’s face, zoomed in, and zoomed further.
“Cen Miao, you……”
Qin Zelin started to speak.
Click
“…….”
Click
“…….”