Today, the Yu Corporation was far from its usual tranquil, orderly state and this unusual turn of events began bright and early in the morning.
As the most reliable presidential assistant by Yu Baihua’s side, Alan had always possessed an intimate grasp of his top boss’s personal preferences and behavioral patterns. Yet when he waited downstairs for Yu Baihua to arrive at work this morning, he didn’t catch sight of the luxury sedans his boss habitually frequented; instead, he heard the sharp, shrill shriek of tires locking up and grinding against the asphalt. A silver heavy-duty motorcycle executed a gorgeous, sweeping drift before coming to a halt at the entrance, carrying two individuals both blessed with slender waists and long legs. When they removed their helmets, it turned out to be none other than President Yu himself alongside the young man he had previously kept as a pet.
President Yu himself?? Wait a minute, was President Yu seriously the type of person to commute to the office using this method?
Before Alan even had a chance to offer Yu Baihua a greeting, a helmet was tossed directly into his hands. The habitually expressionless President Yu wore a rare glimmer of lively, animated spirit today, looking remarkably transformed.
“Take him around to look over things for a bit,” Yu Baihua instructed simply, referring directly to Yu Sui, who stood just behind him.
“Understood.” Though Alan remained mired in profound shock, an elite presidential assistant’s defining trait was the flawless execution of his boss’s directives. Stowing away Yu Baihua’s helmet, he gestured toward Yu Sui to indicate he should follow “Right this way, Mr. Yu.”
Yu Sui likely possessed an even more comprehensive familiarity with the Yu Corporation than Yu Baihua himself; though he hardly required Alan to act as his tour guide, he proved quite cooperative and trailed along.
Ever since Yu Baihua assumed the helm, the Yu Corporation had consistently prided itself on hyper-efficiency, offering excellent employee benefits and discouraging unnecessary overtime, but corresponding strictly with rigorous performance demands. Yet today, employees who rarely ever engaged in slacking off broke all precedent by initiating a flurry of chatter across the unmonitored general chat groups, all centered squarely upon the Yu Sui they had just witnessed strolling past their desks.
“Is that newcomer following right behind Alan? But why’d they head over to the lounge area to play around?”
“Holy crap, no way! When they walked in just now, I saw him wrap his arms around the boss’s waist, ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Whose waist?? Are you talking about our President Yu??? Are you completely certain your eyes are working right?”
“My eyes are totally fine… The boss was driving the motorcycle and he was riding pillion, I’m not legally blind!”
“The boss has lost his mind how has it only been a week since he last came to the office, and already his little lover has managed to waltz right in and take over?”
“Well… he is ridiculously handsome. I never pictured the boss having a soft spot for this particular type.”
“Wait, isn’t our boss an absolute asexual iceberg? You dare lock eyes with him for ten whole seconds, and he’ll look at you like you’re the number one hitman of the Qing Dynasty.”
“Hell no. Whenever I go down to hand in a report, I’m tempted to wear one of those Men-in-Black memory-wipe neuralyzer pens just in case.”
“Thank goodness I haven’t climbed high enough up the corporate ladder to actually speak directly to the big boss, hahahaha.”
“Where would a top-tier billionaire like the boss ever lack for an ice-cold temperament? His circle is bound to be packed with breathtaking beauties didn’t you notice how even every single visiting client representative practically glitters from head to toe?”
“Be that as it may, he’s the very first one brought straight into the corporate office.”
“True enough. That’s probably why Alan is standing over there looking like he has zero clue what he’s supposed to be doing right now, hahaha.”
“Lmao.”
Meanwhile, our dedicated Alan was presently inquiring after Yu Sui’s desires wondering if he might care for a beverage or a light snack, both of which could readily be whipped up by the corporate cafeteria.
With polite courtesy, Yu Sui declined; Yu Baihua had a meeting to attend and couldn’t break away immediately, though it would undoubtedly wrap up shortly. Choosing a seat quietly, he amused himself with his phone for a bit, gesturing for Alan not to worry about him.
Rather considerate, all things considered. Drawing a deep sigh of relief, Alan hurried off to the conference room to retrieve Yu Baihua.
By the time Yu Sui cleared his fourth mobile game round, the conference attendees began trickling out, greeted immediately by the sight of Yu Sui lounging idly in the semi-private VIP rest area, killing time with a game. Under normal circumstances, ordinary employees wouldn’t dare loiter and slack off right outside the executive office, prompting a wave of covert sideways glances from the passing crowd.
Rumors had long circulated regarding a deeply favored little lover trailing in Yu Baihua’s wake… Though initially skeptical, witnessing Yu Baihua actually tolerating someone lingering in his immediate vicinity finally forced them to believe it. At the negotiation table, Yu Baihua was an unyielding force of nature who granted zero quarter, completely dismissive of personal sentiments; a single misstep meant being swallowed whole. It taxed one’s credulity to imagine a man like Yu Baihua ever bestowing special privileges upon any object or person.
He bore zero resemblance to someone capable of taking a personal interest in another human being; his singular, unwavering devotion belonged exclusively to profit.
Just as everyone instinctively slowed their pace, Yu Baihua emerged from the meeting. Striding directly toward Yu Sui, he reached out with the instinctive intent to tap the man on the shoulder, only for Yu Sui to intercept his hand mid-air and clasp it firmly.
Without so much as lifting his eyes, Yu Sui knew it was Yu Baihua approaching. As the opposing team’s base shattered on his phone screen, Yu Sui curled his fingers to interlock with Yu Baihua’s, pulling him forward and forcing the man to half-kneel onto the armrest of the sofa and lean down to look at him, abruptly compressing the distance between them into a razor-thin margin.
Lifting his gaze, Yu Sui naturally pressed a kiss to Yu Baihua’s cheek before releasing his hand, rising to his feet, and inquiring: “Anything else left on your schedule?”
Yu Baihua murmured an affirmative, adding that he still had a considerable stack of documents awaiting review.
“Ah… quite a lot, then,” Yu Sui drew out his syllables with deep subtext.
Assuming Yu Sui was growing restless from waiting, Yu Baihua cupped his face in both hands and offered a remarkably earnest attempt at pacification: “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Startled for a fraction of a second, Yu Sui found this uncharacteristically domestic side of Yu Baihua profoundly endearing. Breaking into a smile, he replied: “No worries… take your time.”
How many pairs of eyes caught that specific tableau? In short, every single individual who witnessed it departed for the lower floors carrying an expression of utterly shattered worldview constraints.
Within a mere half-hour, the entire corporation was abuzz with the scandalous revelation that the stunning beauty brought in by President Yu not only gained unhindered access to the executive office, but had also been brazenly kissed in broad daylight. Universally, they placed the entire blame on Yu Sui narrowly averting a company-wide mandatory overtime nightmare for the day.
Seated at his executive desk reviewing documents, Yu Baihua worked while Yu Sui amused himself with a deck of cards nearby, neither disturbing the other. The pen gliding across paper suddenly paused as Yu Baihua realized the dynamic had completely inverted compared to the past.
Back when Yu Sui managed his touring magic shows, he was the one who had to meticulously map out numerous contingency plans to guarantee every single performance’s success. At that time, Yu Baihua utterly devoid of responsibilities would simply plant himself right beside Yu Sui and deliberately go out of his way to pester him.
One moment he would drape himself across Yu Sui’s back, the next he would grab his hands to pepper him with endless questions, occasionally demanding a live tutorial exposing the mechanics of his illusions. Later on, as family matters began piling up, Yu Baihua even brazenly dumped his paperwork onto Yu Sui to draft for him.
Yet presently, the one buried in labor was Yu Baihua, while Yu Sui…
Lifting his gaze, Yu Baihua discovered Yu Sui resting his chin upon his palm as he watched him, his eyes swimming with a tender, affectionate smile resembling a spring-fed pool slowly gathering heat.
Yu Baihua distinctly heard the accelerated thumping of his own heart.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
Tilting his head with a gentle smile, Yu Sui replied: “Watching our little young master all grown up.”
It was fundamentally an intensely heartwarming sentiment, yet Yu Sui invariably had to tack on a concluding clause:
“Is the President Yu done with his work? Once he’s finished, it’s my turn.”
…Yu Baihua suddenly recalled the joking remark Yu Sui had once dropped regarding office play…
Thus, Yu Baihua watched in real-time as the man before him began plotting who-knows-what, the paleness of his cheeks gradually overtaken by a wash of blooming peach blossoms.
Yu Baihua parted his lips, yet failed to emit a sound. Silently sweeping his paperwork aside, he began unbuttoning his suit jacket, before finally losing his restraint to murmur a quiet plea: “Don’t mess up the documents… I still have a mountain of them to read through.”
Yu Sui didn’t process it correctly on his initial pass his actual intent hadn’t quite run along those lines, but…
But who on earth could possibly refuse? Certainly not Yu Sui, who readily confessed he lacked that specific virtue.
Consequently, he scooped Yu Baihua up onto the executive desk in one fluid motion, leisurely winding the President’s exquisite silk necktie around his fingers before offering a remarkably earnest assurance: “See? Tied up like this, it won’t get messy at all, right?”
“Ruining the documents is out of the question ruining the President Yu, however… is that acceptable?”
With a muffled groan, Yu Baihua felt his last shred of sanity teetering on the brink of collapse. Clasping tightly onto Yu Sui’s shoulders, he buried his teeth against the side of his neck.
A light laugh slipped past Yu Sui’s lips. Tilting his head, he pressed a corresponding kiss to Yu Baihua’s skin, scolding him with a blend of grievance and doting indulgence:
“So fond of biting people today; you’re not behaving at all.”
“I’ll… I’ll behave.” Bathed in a fine sheen of mist-like sweat, Yu Baihua stared hazily up at the fluorescent ceiling light overhead, feeling the world spin wildly around him into utter chaos. The fragmented syllables struggling to escape his throat were deliberately choked back or broken apart by Yu Sui’s deliberate, punishing escalation, driving him to the verge of weeping.
“Mhm, I know. You’re a good boy.”
After an unmeasured duration, Yu Baihua collapsed limply against Yu Sui’s chest, exhausted down to his bones. The wet stains marring the surface of the mahogany desk mercifully ceased their slow expansion. Fortunately, the office featured an adjoining private bathroom stocked with a complete change of apparel; once Yu Baihua re-buttoned his shirt and emerged from the washroom, Yu Sui had already meticulously restored both himself and the desk to pristine order, standing quietly in place with an angelic smile awaiting inspection.
With a helpless sigh, Yu Baihua privately conceded that any hope of finishing his workload today was utterly dead.
Stepping close, he initiated a greeting by trading a lingering kiss still faintly scented with clean body wash, prompting Yu Sui to pull him close and gently massage the small of his back, reducing the already unsteady Yu Baihua into a state of total leg-wobbly helplessness.
“All your fault,” Yu Sui shifted the blame with supreme impudence. “Agreeing to anything I ask.”
Too exhausted to humor his complaints, Yu Baihua offered a dry, sardonic chuckle.
“Taking all the credit while playing the victim.”
“You’re not letting me play it?!” Yu Sui feigned absolute shock.
“…Fine, fine, I’m letting you.” Lowering his gaze with a faint smile, Yu Baihua relented, “I’m letting you, alright?”
From Yu Baihua’s executive office, one commanded a sweeping panoramic vista of the entire metropolis, standing as they did atop the highest skyscraper in the city. As dusk began bleeding across the firmament, Yu Sui led Yu Baihua over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows to survey the twinkling sea of humanity flickering far below.
Pausing in surprise, Yu Baihua lifted his head to cast a questioning glance his way: “Still want to play?”
Unable to contain his laughter, Yu Sui countered: “Just what sort of image do I occupy in your mind?”
Though the remark had been uttered offhand, Yu Baihua gave it genuine, serious consideration for a long moment before shaking his head and replying: “I don’t have any particular image of you I only have Yu Sui.”
Indeed… Whether through love or through hatred, across both lifetimes of his existence, his universe contained solely Yu Sui.
Hearing that response, Yu Sui pressed no further. He merely posed a simple query: “Yu Baihua, would you like to watch some fireworks?”
Nodding without hesitation, Yu Baihua answered in the affirmative.
The next instant, a thousand feet of jade cascaded across the sky like burning meteors.
Fulfilling a wager he had proudly won from Yu Sui, 058 converted its accumulated system data into physical reality, engineering a breathtaking display of fireworks across the night sky of this metropolis specifically for its host.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yu Baihua gazed up at the dazzling constellations blazing across the dark firmament. Given his net worth and status, he possessed the means to command the grandest fireworks spectacles on earth, yet this specific tableau, this exact instant, this entire ocean of pyrotechnic brilliance had been ignited solely for him. It constituted an unmistakable, tangible preference belonging exclusively and entirely to Yu Baihua in this world.
He had no way of knowing precisely when Yu Sui had arranged this, or whether this represented the ultimate surprise gift presented by the magician himself.
Leaning against the windowpane, Yu Baihua watched as a flurry of fine, pristine snowflakes drifted down to earth hand-in-hand with the falling sparks of fireworks.