Ling Yan was almost so shocked by President Chu’s theory of a tough fate that his jaw dropped.
He opened his mouth several times, unable to come up with any words to refute him.
Chu Luochen successfully coaxed the person into his own room.
Only today, Ling Yan didn’t act like the soft kitty he was on the day he got drunk; instead, he resembled a little hedgehog covered in spikes, ready at any moment to prick him until he was bleeding all over.
As soon as Chu Luochen brought the person onto the bed, he was kicked.
Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise, had it been just a fraction off, Chu Junior would have been kicked crippled by that blow.
Chu Luochen grabbed his ankle and pulled him down underneath himself, pinning both of his hands with a smile in his eyes as he looked down at him.
“What good does it do you if you kick it broken? Don’t you want your happiness for the rest of your life?”
Ling Yan struggled for a bit without breaking free, looking at him with annoyed anger, “Get lost! I want to go home!”
With infinite patience, Chu Luochen corrected his words, “Starting today, this place is your home, and from now on you’ll live here.”
“Stop talking bullshit! Young master here won’t live here!”
Unfazed, Chu Luochen pinched his chin and planted a kiss on his lips, laughing, “It’s fine, we have a long way to go.”
Chu Luochen released him, straightening up to adjust his tie as he said, “Tonight you’ll stay in this room, I won’t touch you.”
With that, he left the bedroom.
Ling Yan did not sleep well that night.
Worried that Chu Luochen might sneak into his room in the middle of the night, his nerves were stretched to the absolute limit as he surveyed his surroundings. Whenever he finally managed to drift off to sleep, he forced himself awake again.
Dragging it out until dawn, he crawled out of bed with two dark circles under his eyes.
Originally planning to make a sneak exit, the moment he stepped out the door, he ran right into Chu Luochen, who had also just gotten up.
Still wearing his pajamas, Chu Luochen saw him emerge and a smile bloomed across his face, “Morning, little baby.”
Exhausted to the point of death, Ling Yan didn’t want to deal with him at all.
Seeing the dark circles under Ling Yan’s eyes, Chu Luochen looked slightly shocked and asked, “Did you not sleep well last night? Could it be that you found it hard to fall asleep without my company?”
Ling Yan had no idea how this person could manage to utter such shameless words with a straight face.
“Stop daydreaming, young master here has bed-adaptation issues!”
Reaching out to pat his head, Chu Luochen wore a wicked grin, “You won’t have that problem if you sleep with me. If you don’t believe me, try it tonight.”
Thinking to yourself, try your sister’s big fat ghost!
In any case, he was never coming back here again!
Over his dead body would he ever come back!
So after that day, as soon as Ling Yan returned to the company, he had his manager sign him up for a script that he previously would have sworn to death he’d never accept.
He followed the production crew to hide away in a mountainous region, enduring arduous filming for nearly three months.
Three months later, when he returned from the production crew, he felt as though he had shed a layer of skin.
Upon seeing him, his manager, Yang Fang, wept tearfully out of heartache, declaring that she would never give him such grueling scripts again.
As a trending traffic star who relied entirely on his looks to make a living, Ling Yan had been tanned to a pitch-black shade all over after this trip out.
If it weren’t for the fact that his face was genuinely peerless, he might well have been the first artist in the entertainment industry to lose fans and completely bomb into obscurity.
Feeling sorry for him, Yang Fang organized a small party to welcome him back and wash away the dust of his journey.
Exhausted, Ling Yan hurried straight home after eating at the hotel.
Right now, all he wanted was to take a shower, wrap himself tightly in his blanket, and get a good night’s sleep.
Who could have guessed that the moment he arrived home, he would see Chu Luochen standing right outside his door.
Having had no contact or communication for three months, Ling Yan had originally assumed this guy must have given up by now.
He never expected him to be so persistently unrelenting.
The moment Ling Yan locked eyes with him, he turned around to leave.
Faster than him, Chu Luochen stepped forward, grabbed him, pulled him back, and pressed him against the adjacent door.
“Little thing, you ran away for three months, isn’t it about time you fulfilled your husband and husband obligations?”