After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 13

That small, momentary incident meant that neither of them dared to reach for the unfortunate plate of braised pork again for the rest of the meal. When the chef came to clear up afterwards, she was faced with every dish completely emptied, except for one very conspicuous plate of braised pork, still half-full.

Is this dish not tasty?

The chef looked bewildered. She picked up a chopstick and sampled it, finding nothing wrong with the flavour.

Perhaps they both just don’t like braised pork.

She thought about this as she tidied up, until she was washing the chopsticks and bowls, when she slapped her forehead.

She knew she had forgotten something! She’d forgotten to serve the dishes separately!

Oh, dear, with Mr. Dai’s temperament!

However, looking at the completely spotless, empty plates, it seemed Mr. Dai must have been in a rather good mood. So, after a moment’s consideration, the chef decided not to bother separating the dishes from now on.

With the give-and-take across the dining table, how could they not develop feelings for each other?

The chef silently congratulated herself on her genius.

By the time dinner was finished and cleared, it was nearly nine o’clock. Gu Jiaoyang was slumped on the living room sofa, watching television, his eyes sparkling as SpongeBob SquarePants played.

Dai Gucan, holding a cup of goji berry tea, walked past the living room. Seeing Gu Jiaoyang, he hid the teacup behind his back and paused. He glanced at the TV screen where SpongeBob and Patrick were catching jellyfish, and suddenly spoke.

“Tomorrow is Sunday. You’re coming out with me for a meal. The chef will call you in the morning, so don’t stay up too late watching TV.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.” Gu Jiaoyang pulled a crisp from the bag resting on his stomach. After crunching it loudly, he caught the scent of Mr. Dai’s tea. He then looked down and noticed Mr. Dai’s poorly concealed movement, and being utterly mischievous, held the crisp bag out towards him, his voice soft and doughy.

“Mr. Dai, have a crisp! Braised-pork flavour!”

What the bloody hell is braised pork.

Mr. Dai, who seemed to have thought of something utterly unacceptable, coldly rejected the young man’s snack offer and retreated to his study with stiff, determined steps.

“Pffft, ha ha ha ha ha…” Gu Jiaoyang stifled his laughter with a hand covered in crisp crumbs. He found this middle-aged man’s air of high alarm utterly endearing.

I think I like him a tiny bit now, actually.

Late at night.

The posts published earlier in the evening truly went wild once the salaried workers returned home. The streamer in question might not have had much clout, but the relentless, varied arguments between the netizens and the black fans kept the threads burning.

Zhou Cheng sat in front of his computer, ceaselessly hitting the refresh key, meticulously scanning every reply to his troll account’s comments.

This poster is NYB None Ya Business? What does it matter to you if he’s good-looking or not? Are you definitely a jealous idiot? What kind of skill is it to obsess over someone’s appearance??? Huh? I’ve really seen it all, HAVING-A-GO at people for no reason, are we?

Heh heh, poster, open your eyes and look at the screen-recording a random user put up. My Nine-Tailed-Fox-Granny, you think that breathtaking glimpse of a beautiful youth is ugly? Mate, I’d pay you for plastic surgerycould you even look this good???

[I’m just saying, confirmed: you’re probably a competitor. Honestly, Gu Yangyang being blacklisted was already weird. Which streamer in the S-Zone gets blacklisted for anything other than fake eating? Attacking his looks? His poverty? The troll army you hired has no sense, those are reasons for other zones to fight, aren’t they?

A zone full of overweight people attacking his looks. Okay, the beauty filter makes him look ugly, but he didn’t even turn it on this time, did he? Come on, check the label on his homepage recommendation this time’No Beauty Filter.’ Are you blind?

…

As similar comments multiplied, Zhou Cheng smoked cigarette after cigarette, continuously refreshing the page as if possessed. He stared at the thread all night before finally logging onto his instant messenger to message a friend.

I Love Eating Congee: Piggy! The stuff about me blacklisting Gu Yangyang is about to be exposed! What do I do?

Zhu Zi Pig: ? No, it’s not. Don’t let your paranoia run wild. Netizens guessing is one thing; having concrete proof is another. What are you panicking about? Honestly, as long as you don’t mess up, no one will figure it out.

I Love Eating Congee: But half my money was wasted! He’s being cleared by the netizens!!! How can this happen? When they took the money, they guaranteed they would completely blacklist Gu Yangyang and drive him out of the circle. Now he just shows his face, and this is the result! What is wrong with the world? Are they all so shallow they only care about looks?!

Zhu Zi Pig: Mate, calm down. I still don’t understand why you suddenly had to blacklist Gu Yangyang. Did he bully you? Tell me and I’ll help you take him down. My fans’ combat strength is far more real than your hired trolls, right?

I Love Eating Congee: Fine, I’ll tell you! I went to the Spring Summit Conference this year and ran into him. You have no idea what an attitude he had as a new streamer! He completely ignored me, his senior! He even used his good looks to steal my opportunity to suck up to the Chairman! And he rolled his eyes at me! I can’t stand it! You have to help me! We’re friends!

Zhu Zi Pig: Spring Summit Conference? You met? Fine, well, that attitude certainly wasn’t great. Alright, I’ll go live next week and try to guide things for you. Now go to sleep.

I Love Eating Congee: Sleep, sleep, all you ever say is sleep! How can I possibly sleep! I’ll be miserable until I drive him out! If you’re not going to comfort me, fine! You sleep. I’ll be here by myself.

Zhu Zi Pig: …Good night, then.

“Bloody hell, what a sod. If I didn’t have leverage over you, why would I even bother giving you the time of day!”

The obese man, whose real name was Zhu Zhengwen, threw his phone onto the table, his face sour as he drank his beer.

“Yo, which idiot’s managed to piss off the Second Brother?” The friend drinking beside him noticed Zhu Zhengwen’s change of mood after checking his message and patted his shoulder.

“Tsk, just some good-for-nothing idiot in my circle! An ugly wretch dancing around all day, jealous of a good-looking newbie. He’s paranoid that the guy will steal his traffic, so he’s using all these filthy, underhanded tricks!” Zhu Zhengwen downed the rest of his beer, poured another, and took a savage bite of his kebab.

“Forget that little wretch! Let’s have another round, lads! Come on!”

“Go, go, go! Second Brother, if I don’t drink you under the table tonight, I’ll write my name backwards!”

“Drink, drink, drink!”

After drinking with his real-life buddies, Zhu Zhengwen drunkenly hailed a taxi home. He leaned sleepily against the window, snoring softly, unaware that on the window reflecting the pre-dawn light, a pale, bony, skeletal hand was resting on his shoulder.

Mr. Dai was already perfectly ready at home, wearing a dark blue suit with sapphire-blue cufflinks. He looked so cold and sophisticated that Gu Jiaoyang assumed they were attending some major event, so he kept quiet on the journey. At most, he’d secretly pretend to look at his phone and snap a stealthy picture of Mr. Dai’s profile, which he then locked away in his private gallery.

The car park was on basement level two. As they rode up in the lift, Gu Jiaoyang leaned against the railing, staring at their reflections in the metal wall. It made him feel strangely detached.

The reflection showed an elite businessman in a suit and leather shoes, standing next to a boy in a three-quarter-sleeve batwing top, ripped knee-length jeans, and white trainers.

The gap between the lift doors separated their figures, much like their outfits two different worlds entirely.

They were two different worlds. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this one.

Gu Jiaoyang, suddenly and inexplicably touched by melancholy, sniffled. A few days after transmigrating, his emotional reaction finally kicked in, and he started to feel miserable.

Could he ever go back to his original world? Did he belong to his old world or this one?

His mind buzzed with confusion, and Gu Jiaoyang leaned against the railing, his face pale.

“What is it? Are you feeling dizzy in the lift?” Noticing the young man’s unusual behaviour, Dai Gucan put a hand on Gu Jiaoyang’s shoulder. Seeing his pale face, his heart tightened.

Is he still not fully recovered?

Dai Gucan felt a stab of guilt and gently stroked Gu Jiaoyang’s head, the softly curling hair making his palm itch.

No wonder he’s been as quiet as a little lamb all the way here.

My fault. I didn’t think this through.

Mr. Dai mentally chastised himself, then pulled the uncomfortable little lamb against his side.

The air conditioning was too low in the summer, and the lift railing was ice-cold; his body was bound to be warmer and more comfortable.

The lift stopped on the 12th floor. The moment the doors opened, a young girl was standing outside. She looked utterly stunned at the two men leaning against each other inside the lift, silently withdrew the foot she had extended, and then, with a serious face, waved and made a heart shape with her hands.

“I wish you happiness!”

The girl spoke quickly before the doors could close, but her deliberately serious expression couldn’t hide the fiery gaze in her eyes.

Dai Gucan was bewildered by the girl’s unsolicited blessing. Seeing that she wasn’t planning to get in, he belatedly glanced at the little lamb leaning against his shoulder.

Oh, well.

Mr. Dai offered a very stiff smile in return, but didn’t release his arm, continuing to hold the little lamb close.

“Ding!”

As the lift doors closed, the girl on the 12th floor squealed excitedly, pulling out a tightly wrapped manga from her bag and kissing it twice.

The cover showed two young men embracing, one in a suit and one in a wedding dress, complete with the artist’s original signature.

I can die happy! Living high-value visuals!

Gu Jiaoyang, who had been pulled into Dai Gucan’s embrace, was a little confused, but the moment he smelt Mr. Dai’s unique cologne mixed with his own masculine pheromones, all his discomfort vanished instantly!

And the muscle mass under the suit, this large, dry hand, and that breathtakingly beautiful jawline…

Miserable? What misery? I am a peerless, sexy, flirty uke!

This man’s scent! Damnably sweet!

Gu Jiaoyang, who had instantly forgotten his existential crisis upon being hugged, pressed himself tightly against Mr. Dai’s chest. If they weren’t still strangers and he didn’t fear being kicked away, he would honestly have reached out with his grabby hands to properly feel up the unique physique of this top-tier male supporting character!!!

Mr. Dai looked down at the poor little lamb, who was leaning against him so softly and limply, and his heart softened again. He then mentally cursed the designers of the luxury mall’s lift to hell and back.

What a dodgy lift! Can’t it ascend a little slower? The speed design is utterly unreasonable! It doesn’t consider the feelings of children or elderly people at all! Do they want people to feel like they’re on a drop tower? What if a customer with a heart condition comes to shop? If someone dies, will they take responsibility?

Rubbish!

Mr. Dai fiercely condemned the lift in his mind and decided he would never shop here again.

Little did the managing director of Fu Hua Splendour Shopping Centre know that he was anxiously waiting to receive President Dai, only to be hit by a disaster from above, losing a Black Diamond customer forever.

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