Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 54

Zhao Yan looked at He Zheng, who was even crazier than the previous two times, and his face flushed with anger.

He reached up to pull the hood of He Zheng’s hoodie: “He Zheng, are you deaf?”

“I said… Wuwuwu…” Zhao Yan couldn’t even finish his sentence before He Zheng blocked him with his lips and teeth, which carried a scent of mint.

Like a conquering army, He Zheng pried open Zhao Yan’s mouth, kissing him with a frantic excitement. If He Zheng had a tail, it would surely be spinning like a windmill.

After what felt like an eternity, when Zhao Yan thought he was about to suffocate, He Zheng finally released him.

With his hands still restrained, Zhao Yan raised his face and met He Zheng’s crane-like eyes, which shone with excited light.

The corners of He Zheng’s mouth and his cheeks were flushed, and everything he intended to do was clearly written on his face.

“He Zheng… stop being crazy,” Zhao Yan’s heart hammered. If this lunatic went completely mad, he might just kill him.

He Zheng was obedient, slowly releasing Zhao Yan’s clamped wrists and leaning in to embrace him.

He buried his head in Zhao Yan’s neck.

The soft, fuzzy sensation was like the plush fur of his beloved cat, Xiaonian.

Zhao Yan’s tense body gradually relaxed, and he gently hugged He Zheng back.

“Ayan…” He Zheng’s voice sounded close to Zhao Yan’s ear.

Zhao Yan whispered, “Hmm.”

“Ayan… Ayan… Ayan…” He Zheng’s voice grew fainter and fainter.

Safely cradled in Zhao Yan’s arms, He Zheng fell asleep peacefully.

His breathing became steady and even.

The cold wind of the capital’s winter night was finally blocked by the glass window.

Thirteen years of a heavy, bittersweet, one-sided crush bloomed into a pure white flower on this cold, howling night.

He had finally realized the beautiful dream he had imagined countless times.

At Shiye Trading Co., Ltd., viewers were quite dissatisfied because Wang Xinghe was no longer appearing in the live stream.

[StationeryBox: Why hasn’t Xinghe shown up yet today?]

[Dadada: Exactly, it’s been several days. Is Xinghe not going to appear?]

[Dandan: I’m a bit upset. I only lit the light board for Xinghe, but he’s not appearing daily.]

Li Li helplessly looked at the barrage of comments and forced a smile once more.

“Xinghe really isn’t feeling well, and the boss cares about him, so he gave him some time off.”

[DaringlyBig: I did see an ambulance take Xinghe away when I was waiting outside the company. Can you tell us what happened to Xinghe?]

[Dadada: !!!! An ambulance!!! What exactly happened!!!]

Li Li continued her smiling explanation: “Xinghe was simply too exhausted. He insisted on finishing the packing that night, so he didn’t rest well…”

[BigFrog: Ah! I wish I hadn’t asked Xinghe to pack. Alas—]

[LogIn: Sorry, Brother Xinghe…]

[MyThousandsOfThousands: Wuwuwu…]

Li Li secretly wiped a bead of sweat as she watched the anger in the comments slowly subside.

She apologized silently to Wang Xinghe in her heart: I’m sorry, Xinghe. I have no choice. Our entire sales department relies on the live stream to survive.

Relying on the viewers’ guilt toward Xinghe, the sales volume reached a new high.

Li Li looked at the sales volume, which had doubled.

She pondered whether it would be sufficient for Xinghe to occasionally film one or two videos if he didn’t do live streams.

Shiye Trading Co., Ltd. now had 580,000 followers.

The video posted about Wang Xinghe packing express parcels had already garnered 1.12 million likes.

The number of shares, saves, and comments had all neared one million.

Wang Xinghe’s face had given everyone a small shock.

All of this was Wang Xinghe’s credit.

Ninety-nine percent of these followers came for Wang Xinghe’s looks.

In fact, one didn’t even need to talk about the followers; even those close to Xinghe, like them, would be moved.

Wang Xinghe always possessed a quiet, gentle aura with no aggression, yet he instinctively made people feel secure and reliable.

After ending the live stream, Li Li hesitated but still went to Chen Junsheng’s office.

“Knock, knock—” The sound of knocking echoed.

Chen Junsheng didn’t even lift his head: “Come in.”

“CEO Chen, the live stream cannot function without Wang Xinghe,” Li Li said. She had streamed for three days and truly couldn’t handle the pressure.

Even if Wang Xinghe was just a backdrop, it was enough to sustain them.

Chen Junsheng stopped what he was doing and looked up at her: “Xinghe is sick, he can’t stream.”

Was Chen Junsheng crazy? He wouldn’t dare ask the Crown Prince for his person.

The fact that the Crown Prince hadn’t gone crazy this year didn’t mean he wouldn’t go crazy again.

Why would he look for trouble?

“The live stream became hugely popular entirely because of the viewers’ attachment to Xinghe. If Xinghe doesn’t come back, we need to quickly find a streamer with similar looks and aura to replace him…” Li Li paused.

She sounded troubled: “It’s been three days. I’ve met many streamers, from those with over a million followers to recent college graduates, but I haven’t found anyone with looks like Xinghe’s.”

It was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After getting used to Xinghe’s face, other ordinary beauties seemed bland and uninteresting.

In particular, Li Li still couldn’t understand men who wore heavy makeup and eyeliner.

Xinghe merely needed to trim his eyebrows and apply a little BB cream to achieve new heights of beauty.

“Find someone comparable to substitute for now. Wang Xinghe cannot stream anymore…” Chen Junsheng flatly refused.

Before Li Li could express her disappointment, someone spoke up at the door: “Why can’t he stream?”

It was Wang Mingyue.

Li Li’s heart jumped when she saw Wang Mingyue. She quickly glanced at the door, relieved that it wasn’t closed. Otherwise, if she were suspected of seducing the boss, she’d be in deep trouble!

She plastered on a flattering smile: “Sister-in-law is here! Wow! Your skin looks so good lately, fair and rosy.”

Being complimented naturally made her happy, and a smile flashed across Wang Mingyue’s face: “It’s alright. Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant; the baby brought it.”

“Yes, yes! Babies are indeed lucky stars! Well, Sister-in-law, I’ll go back to work now.” Li Li quickly rushed out after offering her compliments.

Everyone in the company knew that Mrs. Chen controlled CEO Chen very strictly.

Li Li thoughtfully closed the door.

Chen Junsheng looked up at Wang Mingyue, expertly hiding the disgust in his eyes. He plastered on a smile and stood up to greet her.

“Honey, why did you come here?”

Wang Mingyue set down the insulated thermos: “The auntie made soup. I can’t drink all of it myself, so I brought some for you, too.”

“That’s too much trouble. You’re pregnant now; don’t exert yourself too much,” Chen Junsheng said, helping her sit down.

“What’s going on with Xinghe?” Wang Mingyue asked, looking at Chen Junsheng.

Chen Junsheng didn’t dare mention the Crown Prince’s business, so he could only speak vaguely: “He’s just sick. I gave him some days off and plan to find someone new later.”

Wang Mingyue frowned but didn’t say anything further.

“Let me take you back. Many of the paints in the office are mineral-based and toxic. It’s not safe for you or the baby,” Chen Junsheng said. He was genuinely afraid of something happening to Wang Mingyue and the child.

That’s why he stopped giving her hormone medication; he didn’t dare continue with it.

If anything went wrong with the child or her, Lu Jingze would surely flay him alive.

Hearing that it was toxic, Wang Mingyue also became afraid.

“Alright then.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wang Mingyue sensitively noticed the mixed scent of two different perfumes.

Her heart sank.

She reassured herself that it might have been a client.

But when Chen Junsheng leaned down to open the car door for her, she caught a glimpse of a fleeting red mark on his neck…

Her mind buzzed, and her face instantly turned pale.

She grabbed Chen Junsheng’s tie and tore open his shirt.

Two fresh red marks were clearly visible!

Her blood instantly rushed to her head: “Chen Junsheng, what about those hickeys on your neck?”