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The next day, Rong Yuheng woke up early, opening his eyes before 8 o’clock. For the first second after waking up, he felt a bit confused, but then his mind cleared up as he realized why:

Oh, he is going to meet his Master today.

No wonder his biological clock woke him up earlier, how clever.

Rong Yuheng tidied up a bit and sent a message to Wen Zhecheng. Then, he took the frozen mille-feuille from the fridge and put it in a box.

While taking the mille-feuille, he noticed a note on the fridge:

“I really want to eat mille-feuille, but Bian Chen stopped me. Please contact the owner of the mille-feuille to console me, hehe. – Zou Yi”

Rong Yuheng: “…” He thought, Zou Yi should stop eating mille-feuille and settled for eating his own face, which was thicker than mille-feuille.

Moreover, the mille-feuille belonged to his Wen Master. Did Zou Yi, this little idiot, want Wen Zhecheng to come and console him?

Rong Yuheng replied on the note:

“Let me slap your head.” – Anonymous Tango Dancer

After sending the reply, Rong Yuheng nodded in satisfaction. Great, now no one could tell that the signature was actually Wen Zhecheng using his alias.

Just as he succeeded in using the “Tango Dancer” to confuse Zou Yi, he was about to go and get some wontons as breakfast when he received a message from Wen Zhecheng.

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[Wen Zhecheng]: “I’m already on my way. Have you had breakfast? I bought some food on my way, let me know if you want to eat.”

Rong Yuheng was a bit picky when it came to eating, especially for breakfast. He didn’t eat cold, raw, oily, sweet, or dairy foods in the morning. He felt nauseous if he had bread or cakes for breakfast.

But now that Wen Zhecheng said he bought food, Rong Yuheng didn’t want to be too picky and decided to see what he could eat later.

[Rong Yuheng]: “I haven’t eaten yet. Anything is fine.”

Half an hour later, Wen Zhecheng arrived. Rong Yuheng waited on the sofa. Before long, he received a message from Lu Mingxuan, saying that he had checked Maixiang Yogurt and SH Vision Entertainment.

[Lu Mingxuan]: “There’s an issue with Maixiang. I checked the boss’s connections, but the information is limited and might not be complete. I’m sending it to you first.”

[Lu Mingxuan]: [File]

[Rong Yuheng]: “My grandson is capable!” [Thumbs Up]

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[Lu Mingxuan]: “Get lost.” [Little Finger] “When do we meet for a meal? I’m almost turning into an empty-nest old man with nobody around.”

[Rong Yuheng]: “When you, Chi Tang, and Tian Yu are all free, let’s have a family reunion.” [Rose] [Coffee]

[Lu Mingxuan]: “Okay.” [Rose] [Coffee]

After making a tentative agreement with Lu Mingxuan to take advantage of each other, Rong Yuheng opened the file. As he read through it, his eyebrows raised—it turned out to be related to this person.

It wasn’t too complicated, nor too simple.

Rong Yuheng wasn’t one to quibble over minor details, and he knew that constantly backing down would only make the other party more arrogant.

Kindness was a principle, but not a rule.

Rong Yuheng clasped his hands together. As a morning star, he would illuminate the hearts of others.

Before he could figure out his salvation plan, Wen Zhecheng had already arrived downstairs. Rong Yuheng had to temporarily put this matter aside and turned his attention to his more important Master.

…

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Rong Yuheng picked up the mille-feuille and ran to the car door. Before he could reach out to open it, the car door opened from the inside.

Wen Zhecheng leaned halfway out of the car, his long arm pushing open the door. Looking up at Rong Yuheng from below, his eyes shone brightly, “Here already?”

Rong Yuheng slid into the car, “I’m here!” He proudly presented the mille-feuille, “For you~”

Wen Zhecheng glanced at the palm-sized mille-feuille. It looked sweet and soft with the aroma of mango. “Looks good.”

After saying that, Wen Zhecheng put the bag next to Rong Yuheng’s embrace, “Inside, there’s shaomai, steamed dumplings, tea eggs, and pork floss buns. If you’re thirsty, there’s milk, soy milk, and black tea. Pick what you want.”

Wen Zhecheng prepared a very rich breakfast, which greatly shocked Rong Yuheng! As a result, he missed Wen Zhecheng’s earlier remark of “Looks good” and didn’t notice his Master’s spoiled…

Rong Yuheng unceremoniously reached into the bag, “I want to eat shumai, steamed dumplings, and black tea.”

Wen Zhecheng asked, “Don’t you like bread, eggs, and milk?”

Rong Yuheng replied, “I often feel nauseous if I eat these in the morning.”

Wen Zhecheng nodded, taking note of it, and then started the car, driving them home.

Shortly after leaving the residential area, Wen Zhecheng noticed that Rong Yuheng’s eating state seemed off. He ate a couple of bites and then seemed to be holding his breath, as if trying not to breathe.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, I breathe through my mouth when I get in the car.” Rong Yuheng took a bite of the steamed dumpling and took two breaths, “There’s a smell in the car that makes me feel car sick.”

Wen Zhecheng just responded with an “Hmm” but felt a bit disappointed inside… It seemed that he couldn’t kiss in the car anymore.

Rong Yuheng had no idea what his Wen Master was imagining, but he felt that he had a keen eye for picking a Master!

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After finishing breakfast but before arriving home, Rong Yuheng slumped in the passenger seat and began rubbing his stomach, as he usually did.

Wen Zhecheng held the steering wheel and glanced at him, “Are you full? Your stomach is still a bit flat.”

Rong Yuheng pulled up his undershirt unceremoniously, “I am full, but it’s slightly bulging. If you don’t believe me, feel it.”

WTF!

Wen Zhecheng almost slammed the brake with his foot! How dare he, he was afraid that he would lose control and turn them into runaway lovebirds.

“Don’t pull it up, if your stomach gets cold, it’ll hurt.” Wen Zhecheng restrained his emotions as much as possible, keeping his tone calm and steady.

Rong Yuheng regretfully put down his shirt and covered his stomach, “Fine.”

His Master was really serious. He wasn’t like Little Qi, who would poke their stomachs playfully.

…

The car entered the garage, and Wen Zhecheng led Rong Yuheng upstairs. This was Rong Yuheng’s second time coming to Wen Zhecheng’s place, and he tried his best to show off his merits, smoothly pressing the elevator button, “Allow me.”

Wen Zhecheng gave him a look of “well-behaved.”

Rong Yuheng asked, “Is Uncle at home?”

“Dad went to the riverside with the big white goose for a walk.”

“So, it’s an ecological goose.”

Wen Zhecheng chuckled, “The big white goose should be very proud of this honor.” With one hand holding the mille-feuille made by Rong Yuheng and the other holding the rest of the breakfast, Wen Zhecheng stopped at the entrance.

“Could you help me with something—”

“Your keys?” Rong Yuheng had already reached into Wen Zhecheng’s pocket, “Where are they?”

Wen Zhecheng’s abdomen tightened as he swallowed back the words “mille-feuille” that were about to come out. Holding his breath, he steadied his voice and said, “In… the right pocket.”

Rong Yuheng then reached into his waist and hips along his leg.

Wen Zhecheng’s pants were well-tailored, fitting his body perfectly. When Rong Yuheng’s hand reached into the pocket, it pressed against the outside of his thigh, and he could even feel the tight muscles.

Rong Yuheng praised him, “Your thighs are so sturdy.”

Wen Zhecheng replied with an “Hmm.” He thought, only with strong thighs can I do it.

The process of retrieving the keys only took two seconds. Rong Yuheng was quite conscientious and opened the door. The bright light from inside shone into the dim hallway, and Wen Zhecheng let out a quiet sigh…

Two seconds, he thought he could handle the reaction completely.

After entering the foyer, Rong Yuheng slipped into the blue slippers, already familiar with the process. Wen Zhecheng handed him the two bags, “Put them on the dining table.”

As Rong Yuheng set the table, he asked, “Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet.” Wen Zhecheng followed and pulled out a chair to sit down. He took out the leftover steamed dumplings and a piece of bread from the bag. “I came straight here.”

Rong Yuheng sniffed at the half-box of leftover dumplings. “That’s what I didn’t finish eating…”

“I’ve eaten the bread from last time.” Wen Zhecheng replied, “In the future, whatever you can’t finish, I’ll help you with it.”

Upon hearing this, Rong Yuheng suddenly felt a bit excited and secretly happy. He leaned closer with a flushed face, “Usually, pets eat what their owners leave behind. But you’re doing the opposite. You’re really a special person~”

Wen Zhecheng was amused by his childish tone, “Can precious hamsters be treated like other pets? I’m worried about not taking good care of you every day.”

Gosh… Every day!

Rong Yuheng leaned back against the chair.

It sounded like Wen Zhecheng was always thinking about him.

Rong Yuheng asked with concern, “Are you not busy today?”

“Not at all, I have plenty of free time all day.” Wen Zhecheng replied.

Rong Yuheng, “I’m free too.”

Wen Zhecheng paused, then took a sip of soy milk, covering the corner of his mouth, “Hmm.”

Rong Yuheng keenly sensed that his Master was in a good mood, so he started settling old accounts. He put on a serious expression, pretending to be stern, “Master Wen.”

Wen Zhecheng raised an eyebrow, “Yes?”

Rong Yuheng asked, “Why did you ignore your little hamster yesterday? Do you want to turn a pet into livestock?”

The transition was too abrupt, and Wen Zhecheng almost choked on his soy milk—He did not ignore him!

Trying to pacify him, Wen Zhecheng asked with a soothing tone, “When did I ignore the little hamster?”

“I sent you a message in the morning, but you left me on read.” Rong Yuheng took advantage of the situation and started rambling, using all sorts of words. “And you even want to explore other territories behind the hamster’s backyard—”

He paused for a moment, then whispered, “Oops, I rhymed again…”

“…Wait,” Wen Zhecheng paused for a second, then asked, “What other territories?”

Rong Yuheng squinted at him, “The soil in the hamster’s backyard.”

After a moment of confusion due to the “explore the backyard” connoting, Wen Zhecheng finally realized what Rong Yuheng was referring to, “Did Yang Wen tell you?”

Seeing Rong Yuheng’s lips pouting slightly, Wen Zhecheng quickly explained, “I was thinking of coming over directly next time and give you a surprise.”

Rong Yuheng looked skeptical, “Really?”

Wen Zhecheng earnestly replied, “Really.”

Rong Yuheng forgave him in an instant, “Alright, I forgive you.” 

Seeing him like this, Wen Zhecheng thought he was so easy to please. He really loved it.

After finishing breakfast, Wen Zhecheng cut a piece of mille-feuille and brought it to the bedroom, “Little one, want to watch a movie?”

Using the familiar term of endearment again, Rong Yuheng immediately followed him eagerly, “Sure, you pick one. Is there a lighthearted and artistic one that we can watch while chatting?”

Wen Zhecheng chose a youth movie about pursuing dreams.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Rong Yuheng sat on the floor, “I want you to give me some advice.” Wen Zhecheng put the DVD in place and sat beside him, stretching his long arm around him, encircling him halfway, “Go ahead.”

“After the variety show airs, I should say goodbye to Xu Ge soon.” Rong Yuheng said, his eyes slightly teary. “Do you have any recommended managers?”

Wen Zhecheng didn’t ask how he planned to part ways with Xu Ge and carefully considered before saying, “I heard that Shi Qiu’s artists have terminated their contracts, and she hasn’t signed new ones yet. She’s a veteran in the company with a good network of resources, and she only manages one artist. The opportunity is rare, you can try to go for it.”

“Why hasn’t she signed anyone else then?”

“The previous artist caused some trouble, and Shi Qiu was a bit exhausted. She wanted to take a break for a while, and she hasn’t found a suitable artist, so she hasn’t signed anyone yet.”

Rong Yuheng nodded, his eyes focused as he hugged his knees. “Then I need to quickly part ways with Xu Ge…” After saying that, he thought for a moment and then nudged Wen Zhecheng, “Master.”

Wen Zhecheng could tell that Rong Yuheng had a request, so he subtly pulled his arm closer, “Go on, tell me.”

Rong Yuheng’s furry head jumped around in front of Wen Zhecheng. Unable to resist, Wen Zhecheng reached out and ruffled his head, starting to playfully rua him…

Rong Yuheng felt so comfortable being stroked that his mind began to blur. He mumbled drowsily, “Then, help me take it off.”

“What…!?” Wen Zhecheng shuddered all over, and with a sudden force, he tried to pull…

“Hisss…!” Rong Yuheng’s head almost got a tuft of fur pulled off. He swiped Wen Zhecheng’s hand away, “My fur!”

Ignoring his reddened hand, Wen Zhecheng quickly and apologetically began to rub the little hamster’s head gently, soothingly saying, “No bald spots, it’s still smooth and shiny.”

Rong Yuheng covered his head, and his gaze turned faintly, “…Why did you try to pluck me?”

As soon as he mentioned this, Wen Zhecheng froze, and his entire body began to tremble gently… It’s still daytime, why did he mention something about taking off…

Trying to divert the topic, Wen Zhecheng casually scanned Rong Yuheng’s body, looking for something to change the subject. “What did you just say, take off what?”

The moment the topic was redirected, Rong Yuheng perked up! Under the gaze of Wen Zhecheng’s meaningful eyes, he enthusiastically started an impromptu performance.

He quickly closed his own coat and then, with a sudden move, jumped out of Wen Zhecheng’s embrace. Standing in front of him, he made a swishing sound, pulling open his coat dramatically…

“Take off my little vest! Kekokeko…!”

“…” Wen Zhecheng was speechless.

Author’s note: Later Wen Zhecheng: Take off? I’ll help you take off anything you want.

Rong Yuheng: …No, no need.

Vest: The poor vest that was forced to be put on.