Qin Zelin: “………” He… he was taking photos of himself? Was he planning to look at them whenever he wanted?
The thought made Qin Zelin pause for a moment.
Little Monster… could he be starting to like him?
Xiao Li, standing nearby, dared not breathe and quietly glanced at Qin Zelin.
It was said that their Young Master hated being photographed. A few years ago, when he had just taken over Qin Corporation, a few media outlets had tried to camp outside to take pictures of him… but after that…
No media dared to secretly photograph him again…
At the table, Cen Miao took several close-up selfies, then put away the phone and took a sip of milk from the cup on the table.
As he set the cup down, a small milk smudge appeared on the corner of his lips.
Instinctively, he extended his tongue and skillfully licked along the lip line, instantly wiping away the white smudge, leaving only a subtle shine.
He had no idea that this small action was caught by the person across from him, stretching out in slow motion, magnified infinitely in Qin Zelin’s mind.
Qin Zelin’s Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably. His gaze darkened instantly, fixated only on the soft, moistened lips and the fleeting flash of pink tongue.
The sweet smell of milk seemed to linger in the air, and suddenly he felt a flush of heat.
The maid, noticing Qin Zelin’s sudden cold expression, was scared out of her wits. She was about to bravely explain something for Cen Miao, but Qin Zelin’s deep, slightly hoarse voice spoke first.
“Use a napkin if your mouth is dirty.”
Xiao Li blinked in surprise: ……? Wait, but how is he going to wipe his mouth?
She understood! Madam was special! If Madam wanted to take photos, she could take them!
He really loved Madam!
Cen Miao, already annoyed from being forced to eat vegetables at dinner, pouted even more upon hearing this. He took another sip of milk and defiantly licked the milk smudge from his lips with his tongue.
Hmph! Not wiping it off!
“…….” Was he trying to attract his attention?
Qin Zelin swallowed his food and glanced at Xiao Li. With outsiders present, it wasn’t convenient to reiterate their relationship.
Xiao Li, however, had an infatuated expression and cheerfully said: “Young Master and Madam have such a good relationship.”
Cen Miao, who had no idea what a “good relationship” meant, felt as if he had taken revenge. In a good mood, he patted his butt and walked off.
Only Qin Zelin remained, staring thoughtfully at the empty chair.
Even Xiao Li could tell he liked him?
Looks like his feeling was right.
He’d clarify everything later when it was just the two of them.
In the living room, Cen Miao nestled into the sofa and sent the close-up selfies he had just taken to Cheng Cheng.
Within three seconds, Cheng Cheng’s call came through.
“Miao Miao, didn’t you say you were the one getting a wife? Why… is it a man?”
And a man who looked like the ultimate BKing-type!
Though it was a poorly angled close-up with 99% of the photo being his face, the aura… that face… Cen Miao could only be the little wife being married…
“I registered the marriage with him yesterday.” Cen Miao said matter-of-factly.
Wasn’t it what he said? Marriage meant getting a wife!
“…….”
Cheng Cheng was silent for several seconds. When he spoke again, his voice lowered slightly, tinged with curiosity: “Babe, may I ask… did you two… do it? Are you sure… you were on top?”
Cen Miao recalled the scene in the dining room and nodded: “Mm, I was sitting.”
“On top? You put the big general attacker under you? How did it feel, babe?”
After a deep breath, Cen Miao clarified: “He was just sitting across from me eating. What’s a big general attacker?”
Cheng Cheng: “…….”
After another long silence, Cheng Cheng spoke with a complicated tone: “Babe, forgive me for asking, but is it possible that you’re actually the little wife he married?”
Cen Miao froze: “Huh? I’m the wife?”
“Pretty much.” Cheng Cheng pursed his lips, utterly confused how Cen Miao could confidently assume the strong, dominating man would be the bottom.
Cen Miao: “…….” Did saying he was the wife last night already give it away?
“By the way, babe, now that you’re married, do you still need to work part-time?” Cheng Cheng asked, noticing the man in the photo looked dignified, uncertain.
“Yes! I need to earn money! I want to share the burden!” Cen Miao thought about the jerky meat and spoke urgently.
Cheng Cheng: “…..” Could he be just a pretty face? Only looks?
He wouldn’t need Cen Miao to support him, right?
“You couldn’t work at the café before because of your dumb little brother. Senior Xu is opening an escape room and hiring part-time. Do you want to come with me?” Cheng Cheng asked.
Cen Miao’s eyes lit up immediately: “!!!”
If he could earn money, he could buy lots of meat snacks like yesterday!
He quickly agreed: “I’ll go, I’ll go!”
But then hesitated: “But… what kind of work? Is it difficult?”
“Don’t worry, it’s easy,” Cheng Cheng said casually. “You just play an NPC, a zombie scaring people in the escape room.”
Cen Miao: ………??
Play a zombie?
“Though with your face, playing a zombie might be tricky. You can put on heavier makeup.” Cheng Cheng mumbled on the other end.
“Not difficult! Not difficult! I’m the best at being a zombie! Very scary! Don’t worry!” Cen Miao puffed out his chest, voice full of confidence.
He didn’t need to pretend—he was a zombie!
He never expected that humans could make money pretending to be zombies.
In his own world, as a zombie, he could have had a whole room full of jerky!
Cheng Cheng, hearing Cen Miao’s cute little cake-like face speak so arrogantly, laughed out loud: “Hahaha, got it. I’ll tell Senior Xu.”
“Mm!”
Thinking of how he could buy tons of jerky with his earnings, Cen Miao smiled all the way until the call ended.
Meanwhile, Qin Zelin finished breakfast and was about to go upstairs when his gaze casually swept across the living room.
From afar, he saw Cen Miao nestled in the sofa, happily talking on the phone.
Qin Zelin paused for a moment, then continued upstairs as if nothing had happened.
When he came down again, he had a bank card in hand.
He approached the sofa, looked down at Cen Miao, and handed over the card: “Take this card for now. The initial password is 123456. Let me know when you’ve used it up.”
Cen Miao: …….? A human card to buy supplies!
So tempting, but… he still had to support so many people—he must be poor.
Cen Miao touched the card reluctantly and pushed it back: “You keep it for buying food. I’m working now, I can earn my own money.”
Qin Zelin raised a brow, wondering if rumors about Huanyu going bankrupt were spreading outside.
“Take it and keep it. If you don’t like the job, you don’t have to do it. If you run out of money, tell me.”
Thinking Cen Miao might misunderstand and think he also liked him, Qin Zelin added: “Grandpa promised to take care of you. I’m just helping him fulfill that promise. Think of it as a gift from your grandfather.”
“Oh! Then thank you, Grandpa!”
Qin Zelin: ……………..??