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Chapter 41

To be honest, although Zhuang Yanyu knew he wasn’t human, he felt like his brother was even less human than himself.

He wasn’t stupid—earlier, Wen Chenxi had kept insisting they had a good relationship with Zhou Qingcheng; he told him Zhou Qingcheng was of decent character; and even said he hoped Zhuang Yanyu could make more friends, which was why he wanted him to get to know Zhou Qingcheng.

Now he says they’re not close?

Now he says he dislikes him?

Zhuang Yanyu looked at Wen Chenxi with a hesitant gaze.

Even though Wen Chenxi was his good brother, at this moment Zhuang Yanyu felt a little embarrassed.

His Ah Xi seemed a bit… fickle?

Wen Chenxi stood there calmly, letting Zhuang Yanyu look at him.

As if not afraid of being questioned, straightforwardly and openly saying whatever needed to be said.

His gaze was patient and gentle, as if whatever Zhuang Yanyu wanted or wanted to do, he would unconditionally support and cooperate.

After a while, Zhuang Yanyu said, “It’s not that I dislike him.”

Wen Chenxi: “Not important.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “He’s your brother.”

Wen Chenxi: “Not important.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “But you two are biological brothers.”

Wen Chenxi: “He’s Zhou, I’m Wen.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

After a two-second pause, Zhuang Yanyu’s look toward his brother became complicated, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Does he know you say that?”

Wen Chenxi: “……”

Who was he doing this for?

Zhuang Yanyu obviously knew it was for him.

Though not truly human, he was good at calculating and clearly understood that Wen Chenxi’s words were 100% meant to comfort him.

When a brother says that, it means deep down he still leans toward him more.

In fact, Zhuang Yanyu felt he shouldn’t have reacted so strongly in front of his good brother.

But human bodies instinctively react to danger with all kinds of conditioned reflexes.

Besides, he didn’t want to pretend in front of his brother—Ah Xi was different from others.

If it were someone else, pretending not to care about Zhou Qingcheng might be okay.

But Wen Chenxi was his best brother, and they had agreed to be each other’s one and only best, lifelong support.

If he kept pretending not to care about Zhou Qingcheng, sooner or later it would be exposed.

Because once he pretended, later there would be unavoidable situations where he’d have to interact with Zhou Qingcheng.

Better to show from the start that he didn’t want to know Zhou Qingcheng. That way, even if he avoided him later, his brother probably wouldn’t say anything, right?

Wen Chenxi saw he wasn’t speaking and called again, “Yuyu?”

Zhuang Yanyu pressed his lips together. “Aren’t you going to ask me why?”

Wen Chenxi deadpanned, “Ask why about what?”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Just now…”

Wen Chenxi interrupted, “I only know I was really bad at talking just now, I mentioned someone who… forget it, I won’t mention it again.”

He wanted to say he mentioned someone he hated.

But since Zhuang Yanyu had just said he didn’t dislike him, Wen Chenxi didn’t know how to define his feelings toward Zhou Qingcheng and simply dropped the topic.

Zhuang Yanyu stared at Wen Chenxi for a long time, seeming to study the emotions hidden in his eyes.

He truly felt the brotherly kindness at this moment.

Zhuang Yanyu quietly opened the door.

Once the door opened, Wen Chenxi walked in and hugged him.

Zhuang Yanyu listened to his heartbeat and said gloomily, “I don’t dislike your brother, I’m just a little afraid of him.”

Wen Chenxi had guessed a little from Zhuang Yanyu’s reaction, but he didn’t understand—what about his brother frightened Yuyu?

Wen Chenxi thought for a moment and asked following his words, “Did he ever bully you?”

Zhuang Yanyu: “No.”

Wen Chenxi: “…Then, did you two know each other before?”

Zhuang Yanyu pressed his lips: “No.”

Wen Chenxi was even more confused. He lowered his head, grabbed Zhuang Yanyu’s chin, gently lifted his head, looked into his eyes, and softly asked, “Then why is Yuyu afraid of him?”

Zhuang Yanyu thought, How could I not be?

He’s studying system chips!

He can even find inspiration from novels. What if I later find out the system can turn into a human? Would he dissect me then?

Besides, they were told not to reveal their identities.

Otherwise, the simpler their identities from their time-travel, the better—because simple little people won’t attract much attention and won’t inadvertently or indirectly change many lives.

Zhuang Yanyu didn’t want to deceive Wen Chenxi. Every time he did, he felt a little sad and guilty, feeling he really owed his brother.

But none of these reasons could be said out loud to his good brother.

So he could only vaguely say, “Because… because I said before I wanted to be your real brother too…”

He rested his head on Wen Chenxi’s shoulder and said weakly, “…I’ve got the same model as him.”

Wen Chenxi: “…”

Wen Chenxi: “…That’s not how you use the phrase ‘same model.’”

Zhuang Yanyu: “?”

Their chips were divided by model number—what was wrong with that?

Wen Chenxi didn’t know how to explain, so he skipped over it again: “And this is the reason?”

Zhuang Yanyu’s eyes blinked rapidly, his tone growing more and more vague. “This reason is… very serious.”

Wen Chenxi: “…”

Zhuang Yanyu could only work hard to come up with a justification: “I worked so hard to beat Ji Zhiyuan and Li Xi to become your best brother. Dad even said, we’re not blood brothers, but better than blood brothers. And now, you actually have a real younger brother pop up… I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

His voice grew smaller and smaller as he spoke. By the time he finished, he felt like even he was starting to believe it.

Maybe this really was one of the reasons he resisted Zhou Qingcheng.

Wen Chenxi said helplessly, “Xiao Yu, if that’s really the case, you absolutely don’t need to worry about it.”

Zhuang Yanyu let out a muffled “oh.”

Wen Chenxi said, “Even though he’s my biological younger brother, I won’t sleep with him, won’t hug him, and definitely won’t…”

Wen Chenxi paused, as if making some very important decision, then lowered his head slightly and placed a light kiss on Zhuang Yanyu’s forehead.

Zhuang Yanyu froze. Instinctively, he raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The sensation still lingered there—like a feather softly falling onto his skin, or like a snowflake landing with a faint chill.

After touching his forehead, he unconsciously fixed his gaze on Wen Chenxi’s lips.

Just now, those lips had touched his forehead.

For the first time outside of just waking up, Zhuang Yanyu’s brain lagged.

It took him a long moment to analyze Wen Chenxi’s action just now—it was… kissing him.

He blinked and asked in confusion, “Did you just kiss me?”

Wen Chenxi was actually a little nervous. After kissing him, his palms had broken into a slight sweat, afraid that the next moment Zhuang Yanyu would slap him across the face.

But Zhuang Yanyu didn’t—he just looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Wen Chenxi couldn’t help but breathe more lightly and answered, “Mm.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

Then he said, “You just said you wouldn’t kiss your brother like that.”

Wen Chenxi: “Yes.”

Resisting the urge to kiss him again, Wen Chenxi said, “So, Xiao Yu, you don’t need to worry about… uh…”

Wen Chenxi felt like saying that word was awkward.

Zhuang Yanyu thought he’d forgotten and reminded him, “Model.”

Wen Chenxi, helpless: “Yes. Anyway, that’s what I mean. You can completely ignore him. You and Acheng are different in my heart.”

But Zhuang Yanyu was thinking—the thing he was truly worried about wasn’t this.

Still, knowing he was the most unique one in Wen Chenxi’s heart made him very happy.

As for Zhou Qingcheng, if they kept talking about it, he really wouldn’t be able to find another excuse.

He could only say softly, “…I’ll add him, even if he’s the same type.”

Wen Chenxi: “It’s fine, if Xiao Yu doesn’t like—”

Zhuang Yanyu shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t like him.”

He rested his head back on Wen Chenxi’s shoulder. “I want to sleep now.”

That meant he didn’t plan on talking anymore.

Wen Chenxi pinched his cheek. “Then let’s sleep.”

“Okay.”

Wen Chenxi glanced at the bed in the guest room.

It hadn’t been slept in for a long time, and although it was cleaned regularly, Wen Chenxi still didn’t think it felt comfortable.

Standing by the bed, he coaxed softly, “Why don’t we go back to the master bedroom? The AC is still on, and this bed hasn’t been used in ages.”

Zhuang Yanyu yawned, his voice slightly nasal. “Okay.”

Seeing that he finally agreed, Wen Chenxi held a pillow in one hand and Zhuang Yanyu’s hand in the other, while Zhuang Yanyu carried the blanket in his arms. Together, they returned to the master bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Wen Chenxi immediately locked the door, as if that would stop a certain someone from running away again.

The next morning.

The first thing Zhuang Yanyu did after waking up was start planning.

He wrote a very detailed document and sent a copy to Comrade Lao Zhuang.

The title was: A Complete Reference Guide to Human Words and Actions.

The document was densely packed with every human behavior and expression Zhuang Yanyu had collected.

When Lao Zhuang saw the wall of text, he was startled.

In his previous life, he had just been a farming system—how were there so many words now?

And now he couldn’t just scan through it—he had to read every single one.

After decades without doing system work, his eyes really weren’t what they used to be.

But since it was sent by Little Eleven, Lao Zhuang still read every word carefully, despite the eye strain.

After reading, Comrade Lao Zhuang called Zhuang Yanyu. “Little Eleven, what’s this for?”

Zhuang Yanyu said seriously, “Dad, I’m about to face Zhou Qingcheng.”

Comrade Lao Zhuang was startled again. “Little Eleven, why are you suddenly being so reckless? He’s such a dangerous person!”

After all, in his previous life, Zhuang Yanyu had been a Dragon-AoTian-type system. Years of exposure meant that when he put on a serious face now, he carried the air of someone looking down on the world.

Zhuang Yanyu said, “Danger isn’t what’s scary. What’s scary is the attitude we take when facing it. Evil can be a foot higher, but the righteous path can be a yard higher. If we’ve never tested ourselves against him, how would we know whether he is the ‘righteous path’… or I am?”

Comrade Lao Zhuang: “Uh…”

Not knowing what else to say, Comrade Lao Zhuang could only praise him: “Little Eleven is so impressive.”

Zhuang Yanyu continued, “Avoidance is the most unacceptable behavior. Some things—the more you fear them, the more they come knocking at your door. But if we’re unafraid and face them calmly, even if we lose, we mustn’t lose in momentum. This way, others might actually be won over by our presence.”

That was exactly how his host in his past life handled things.

And at times like that, there would always be whispers about his host:

“Someday, this young man will be destined for greatness.”

“This battle—he may not lose. And even if he does, his name will shake the world.”

And so on, and so forth.

Zhuang Yanyu didn’t want to be famous, but he had to learn his host’s aura—he absolutely couldn’t lose that.

“Uh…” Comrade Lao Zhuang wasn’t exactly sure what kind of ‘aura’ the Dragon-AoTian-type possessed.

But he had heard Little Eleven say before that once a Dragon-AoTian released their aura, they would draw everyone’s gaze.

Anyway, it was a very remarkable kind of “qi,” whatever it was.

“So this document is…?”

Zhuang Yanyu replied calmly, “It’s a complete collection of all human words and behaviors I’ve compiled. Since I’m going to interact with Zhou Qingcheng, the first thing is to make sure he doesn’t notice anything unusual about me.”

This time, Lao Zhuang understood: “Dad gets it—so from now on I should follow these behavioral norms exactly, right?”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Right. Only by truly becoming a perfectly normal human can we avoid raising suspicion.”

Lao Zhuang nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, I’ll memorize it too.”

Before they could finish, Zhuang Yanyu saw that Wen Chenxi had finished making breakfast, so he lowered his voice. “Dad, I’m hanging up now—make sure you memorize it.”

“Okay.”

As soon as the call ended, Wen Chenxi walked out. Having vaguely heard the word “Dad,” he asked, “Were you talking to Uncle Zhuang?”

Zhuang Yanyu said, “Mm, we’re done talking.”

Wen Chenxi: “Then wash your hands and come eat.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Okay.”

When he sat down at the table, Zhuang Yanyu said, “You’ve worked hard—thank you.”

Wen Chenxi: “?”

After thinking a moment, Wen Chenxi replied, “…You’re welcome?”

He had woken up early specifically to cook for Zhuang Yanyu, so that he would have more time to eat slowly and not have to rush to work.

But today, Wen Chenxi noticed Zhuang Yanyu eating much faster than before.

He was only halfway through his own bowl of noodles when Zhuang Yanyu’s was already empty.

Wen Chenxi: “?”

Perhaps because it was his first time eating so fast, Zhuang Yanyu felt a bit uncomfortable and kept hiccupping.

Wen Chenxi handed him a napkin and couldn’t help asking, “Why are you eating so quickly today?”

Was he pouring it down?

Zhuang Yanyu asked back, “Is it fast?”

Wen Chenxi: “You used to chew thirty times per bite.”

Zhuang Yanyu said seriously, “Very few people eat like that. Normal humans eat quickly because they have to go to work or school. Especially in the morning, they’re often in a rush and gulp down food before heading out. The way I used to eat… was wrong.”

The way he used to eat was strange.

He had collected data that morning—very few office workers took that long to eat, especially breakfast and lunch. They only ate slower at dinner, and even then, it was usually while chatting with friends or watching something on their phone.

Almost no one chewed thirty times per bite.

What he thought was a healthy lifestyle just looked odd to others.

It… didn’t seem human.

Thinking of that, Zhuang Yanyu cast Wen Chenxi a faintly resentful glance.

A-Xi never reminded him before.

“Who says the way you eat is wrong?” Wen Chenxi frowned. “We’re not in a rush to get to work right now. It’s still early—we don’t have to hurry.”

Zhuang Yanyu remembered his data. “But…”

Wen Chenxi said firmly, “It’s not strange at all. I think Xiao Yu’s way is normal.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Really?”

Wen Chenxi confirmed, “Really.”

Zhuang Yanyu actually preferred eating slowly, so since A-Xi said it wasn’t a problem, he decided to remove that rule from his self-imposed behavior norms.

On the way to work, Zhuang Yanyu mentally prepared himself and proactively added Zhou Qingcheng as a friend.

Since Zhou Qingcheng hadn’t deleted him, the request went through instantly.

After thinking for two seconds, Zhuang Yanyu sent a message in the most casual, calm tone possible:

[Thank you for the robot. I like it a lot.]

But Zhou Qingcheng seemed to be busy—or maybe just didn’t see it—because he didn’t reply.

When they got to the company, Wen Chenxi parked the car, and Zhuang Yanyu was about to open the door to get out.

“Wait.” Wen Chenxi stopped him.

Zhuang Yanyu turned back, questioning with his eyes.

Wen Chenxi leaned over and placed another gentle kiss on his forehead. From above came the man’s warm voice: “I hope Yuyu can be happy all day today.”

After kissing him, Wen Chenxi sat back in his seat, rubbed his head, and said, “Go on—see you tonight.”

“Oh.”

Zhuang Yanyu got out of the car and walked a few steps forward, but couldn’t resist glancing back into the car.

The man seemed to be about to get out as well. Noticing his gaze, he curved his lips in a faint smile.

Zhuang Yanyu suddenly felt like he’d been caught peeking, quickly shifted his eyes away, and his heartbeat sped up a little. Even the spot on his forehead where he had just been kissed still felt warm.

Feeling embarrassed, he immediately straightened his expression and walked away.

He and Wen Chenxi didn’t take the same elevator—Wen Chenxi used his private one at Door A, while he used the one at Door B, in the opposite direction.

It was still a little early before work started. Zhuang Yanyu was used to coming in early, so his “brother” also came early to keep him company.

What he didn’t know was that Wen Chenxi stood quietly watching his back for a while before finally looking away and making a call to Zhou Qingcheng.

The call rang for a long time before it was picked up. Zhou Qingcheng had stayed up late the night before, so his voice was still groggy: “Bro?”

Wen Chenxi: “Xiao Yu added you as a friend. Don’t say anything inappropriate to him, got it?”

Zhou Qingcheng mumbled an “oh,” then finally woke up a bit: “So I really was dragged into your mess, huh? You two made up after a fight?”

Wen Chenxi didn’t bother saying he was the one dragged into it—he only replied, “We didn’t fight. He was just…”

Wen Chenxi thought for a moment, then chose a word: “Jealous.”

Even jealousy over a brother was still jealousy.

Wen Chenxi had long since gotten used to finding his own “sweet moments.”

Zhou Qingcheng clicked his tongue. “Being force-fed dog food first thing in the morning… Guess I don’t need breakfast anymore.”

As he got dressed, he asked, “I booked my ticket for next week. Are you picking me up, or should I have Dad send the driver? Dad Zhou is coming back with me.”

It was only a week until the National Day holiday, and Zhou Qingcheng had already planned to come home, have a meal with his brother, and meet his future sister-in-law.

Ever since Wen Chenxi had mentioned Zhuang Yanyu to him, Zhou Qingcheng had been particularly curious about the person his big brother liked.

He considered it a kind of attraction only geniuses could have for each other—at least, he never had this much interest in anyone else.

But his first attempt had gone poorly—he’d even given away a robot, and still hadn’t managed to talk much with his future sister-in-law.

Hearing this, Wen Chenxi frowned and asked, “Why are you coming back?”

He hadn’t forgotten—last night Yuyu had still been sleeping in a separate bed because of him.

If Zhou Qingcheng came back, Yuyu might not even want to stay at his place anymore.

Zhou Qingcheng: “??”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Bro, it’s National Day next week. I’ve got time off. Didn’t we agree months ago to have a meal together? I was thinking it’d be the perfect time to meet my future sister-in-law.”

Wen Chenxi: “There’s no one in your lab you’d rather stay for?”

Zhou Qingcheng: “Huh?”

Wen Chenxi: “I mean—you don’t have to come back.”

Zhou Qingcheng: “…”

He couldn’t help asking, “I’m still your biological brother, right?”

Wen Chenxi: “Up to you—you don’t have to be.”

Zhou Qingcheng angrily hung up.

Men in love were terrifying!

He decided he’d rather spend the rest of his life with his chip processor.

Oh, right—his future sister-in-law had added him as a friend!

And he happened to have a new idea today—he wondered if his little sister-in-law had heard of it.

Immediately abandoning his brother, he decided to chat with her instead.

Engineering Department.

Zhuang Yanyu’s QZD dock system—although construction in H City hadn’t been completed yet, the system for the A City docks had already been upgraded.

Recently, many coastal cities across the country had been inquiring about the price of the system, with many wanting to upgrade.

The general manager, Chen Kang, had already met with several dock companies and even signed a couple of contracts.

After calculating the schedule, Supervisor Xu realized that Zhuang Yanyu would have to go on business trips for the next two months straight.

He worried that the kid—who at first hadn’t even wanted to work overtime—might just quit entirely if sent on so many trips.

When Supervisor Xu went to find him, he saw Zhuang Yanyu unusually distracted, absentmindedly touching his forehead from time to time, lost in thought.

Supervisor Xu walked up to him and coughed loudly.

Zhuang Yanyu snapped back to reality and looked at him curiously.

Supervisor Xu cleared his throat. “So… even if you’ve got a project on hand, you can’t just slack off during work hours. Look—everyone else is busy.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

Supervisor Xu: “What were you thinking about?”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Nothing.”

He had just been looking up the meaning of “kissing someone’s forehead” online.

The search results gave various explanations—an elder showing affection to a younger; a boy showing respect or tentative affection toward a girl; in some countries, forehead kisses or cheek kisses were even a form of greeting.

But none of those really fit him and his good brother.

Why would a brother suddenly kiss him there?

Did he think of him as a girl?

Or as a junior?

Oh. I am the younger brother.

When Supervisor Xu saw him zoning out again, he thought it was far too unusual and asked worriedly, “Kid, why are you spacing out again? You’re not sick, are you?”

Saying that, he reached out to feel his forehead to check for fever.

Zhuang Yanyu said, “I’m not sick—I was thinking about something.”

Supervisor Xu: “Good, as long as you’re not sick. Anyway, I came to tell you about the next round of project arrangements.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Oh.”

“You might have to go on another business trip,” Manager Xu said. “To S City and…”

Before he could finish, Zhuang Yanyu’s phone rang.

He had to stop and gestured for Zhuang Yanyu to answer first.

The call was from Ji Zhiyuan, who wanted Zhuang Yanyu to make a firewall.

Zhuang Yanyu: “A firewall system?”

Ji Zhiyuan: “That’s right, Xiao Yu-yu. Your big brother here doesn’t trust anyone right now except you. And your skills are amazing—your firewall will definitely keep hackers out! I heard from Old Wen that you even broke through their company’s firewall… hehe… so come on, help your Brother Zhiyuan make one.”

Expressionless, Zhuang Yanyu said, “Watch your wording. I only have one brother, and that’s Axi. He’s my only big brother.”

Ji Zhiyuan chuckled awkwardly. “Alright, alright, I won’t fight you on that. Just tell me, are you doing it or not? Honestly, once I get mine done, other companies will definitely come to you. They’re all copying me, probably spooked by Yaoguang’s latest move. This is big business—happens a lot in the entertainment industry. The more popular you are, the more trouble comes your way. My artists’ fans even want to crowdfund for the company so I can make the official site fancier, and get more resources for their idols so last time’s incident doesn’t repeat.”

“Oh, right, and Old Wen said you also made a mobile firewall that’s supposed to be amazing. Are you planning to launch it in an app? Is it downloadable yet? I accidentally mentioned it last time, and now several of my artists want it. They’re worried about their phones being hacked too.”

Zhuang Yanyu said, “You’ll have to ask Axi.”

Ji Zhiyuan said, “Ask him for what? I’m buying the tech from you. What’s it got to do with Old Wen?”

Zhuang Yanyu replied, “I work for him now.”

Ji Zhiyuan muttered, “Why does that sound weird… how exactly are you Old Wen’s?”

Suddenly, Ji Zhiyuan remembered something.

Yesterday, one of his most popular idols had reported to the company that they had a same-sex partner and had no intention of breaking up.

If that got leaked, it would definitely blow up, so the idol had informed the company in advance to prepare PR strategies.

At the time, Ji Zhiyuan thought it was odd—has dating gotten so competitive these days? Can’t find a girl, so just find a guy instead?

Now, hearing what Zhuang Yanyu said, Ji Zhiyuan froze. “Whoa, Xiao Yu… you and Old Wen aren’t… that… are you?”

Zhuang Yanyu looked puzzled. “What?”

Ji Zhiyuan: “You just said you’re Old Wen’s…”

Zhuang Yanyu: “I signed a two-year employment contract. All programs I develop are subject to the company’s right of first refusal.”

Ji Zhiyuan, embarrassed: “Ah, so that’s what you meant. I thought… hahaha.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “Thought what?”

Ji Zhiyuan laughed dryly. “Ahaha, nothing, nothing. My bad, my mind’s in the gutter…”

He thought to himself—this entertainment industry really is a murky pond. Even he’s not pure anymore.

“So basically, you can do it, but the company will handle the distribution of the program?”

“Yes. Either revenue share or buyout.”

“That’s actually good,” Ji Zhiyuan said. “A lot of talented young people don’t know how deep the waters are in this market. They sell their tech too early and end up watching others make a fortune off it. Old Wen definitely won’t shortchange you, and with Azure Technology backing you, the price will be way higher than if you sold it yourself. It just depends on whether you want revenue share or a buyout.”

Zhuang Yanyu definitely wanted a buyout—he wanted to give Axi lots of money, piles of it, to show just how important Axi was to him.

Aside from giving money and tech, he really didn’t know what else to give.

“Alright then, I’ll ask Old Wen and get back to you.”

“Mm.”

When the call ended, Zhuang Yanyu looked up to see Manager Xu staring at him with a complicated expression.

Zhuang Yanyu: “?”

Manager Xu: “…I didn’t mean to overhear, but that’s not a company phone you’re using, right? You should replace it.”

Zhuang Yanyu: “I already bought one, it’s on the way.”

Manager Xu: “Wait, just now someone was asking you… to buy some other tech? Not the QZD system, something else?”

Zhuang Yanyu didn’t think it was strange. “The police told you last time.”

Manager Xu: “…I thought the police were looking for you about the smart building project.”

Maybe it was because Zhuang Yanyu called him “uncle,” but Zhuang Yanyu was more patient with Manager Xu as he explained, “No, last time I helped hack a few accounts and websites.”

At that, Zhuang Yanyu suddenly paused—remembering that pay-per-view adult livestream room with only two male participants.

He fell into thought.

For the rest of the day, he was distracted and didn’t work very seriously.

But everyone knew he was the real boss, and his assistant Zhou Quan was very capable, so he handled all of Zhuang Yanyu’s work without complaint.

When he got home after work, while Wen Chenxi was cooking, Zhuang Yanyu went into the study and turned on his computer.

Quickly and efficiently, he searched the entire internet, eventually finding a few more adult websites.

This time, he didn’t just report and save evidence—he clicked into one of the videos.

The video featured only two men.

When Wen Chenxi finished cooking, he went to the study to call Zhuang Yanyu for dinner.

As soon as he stepped in, he heard certain… suggestive, intimate moaning sounds coming from the computer.

Wen Chenxi froze mid-step. “Yuyu?”

He walked over and, sure enough, saw a video playing on the computer—its two male leads were right in the middle of a rather intense scene.

Wen Chenxi: “???”

His breath caught, his heart skipping several beats.

Author’s Note:

PS—

Zhou Qingcheng: I just want to spend my whole life with my chip.

Zhuang Yanyu: …He’s such a pervert!