Chapter 19: Molestation

Lu Jiayan can almost think of the little fox smiling in triumph when he sees his tweets.

He put his phone away and didn't reply.

By the time the launch was over, Lu Jiayan had picked up his phone and found that Sheng Mingzhi's mockery of these two sentences was not enough.

Presumably, it was rare to see himself defeated, and he followed it up with three messages that rode the wave of victory.

[There is no need to force yourself into the world of young people].

[Post 90.]

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Lu Jiayan gave a little laugh, originally not caring much.

As a result, when he returned to the office, he suddenly asked as if nothing had happened.

" Yao Shen ."

Having just returned from the launch, Yao Shen heard Lu Jiayan call him and rightly thought he wanted a review.

The information was all in hand and he was respectfully prepared to hand it over.

As a result, Lu Jiayan continued, "Do you think I look old?"

......?

Yao Shen hurriedly stopped handing out the information and tried to keep his expression of surprise from twisting a little.

As the head of the Sheng Jia Group secretariat, Yao Shen has been with Lu Jiayan for many years and thinks he knows his boss well.

But today it suddenly felt as if my judgement had gone awry.

Boss he ...... when did he become such a beauty lover?!

I've never seen the boss overly concerned about his face even when the company girls used to come up to serve coffee afterwards!

It was about the fact that he hadn't spoken for too long.

Lu Jiayan seemed to realise something, raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly, "What?"

Next, Lu Jiayan's tone is almost eerie.

Although he still smiled and smiled peacefully, it was clear that the smile was hidden.

"Could it be that it's really old?"

"No!"

Yao Shen snapped back, "How can that be. Mr. Lu, you are still so young, you don't look any older at all!"

"Yeah." Lu Jiayan casually twirls his pen, carelessly: "If that's the case, why do some people say I seem to have trouble fitting in with the young?"

......

......

After a few moments of awkward silence, Yao Shen thought, "Who else, please?

Who else in the world would dare to say such a thing to Lu Jiayan himself, apart from the boss's little ancestor?

He sort of gets it.

It was the boss and the "little boss's wife" who were having an argument that affected him, an innocent person.

It's a good thing Lu Jiayan didn't take it personally, but remembered a few screenshots of the variety show that Sheng Mingzhi sent him today.

He was a little interested: "What is the name of the variety show Sheng Mingzhi is on?"

Yao Shen's back was covered in cold sweat: "Mr. Lu." He said nervously, "It seems that the second youngest is attending a romance variety."

"Hmm. I know." Lu Jiayan coolly responded, "You think I'm as jealous as a child."

Yao Shen: "...... wouldn't dare."

Why is his year-end bonus so hard to come by!

Please Be Fascinated by Me" is currently on air, the hit variety show on Fruit Channel.

The promotional image is on the home page, and Yao Shen can be viewed with a click of the mouse when you open your computer.

Lu Jiayan sits lazily in his office chair, his hands folded in his lap, and his expression lazy.

Sheng Mingzhi has not been seen much, and given his status, even his participation in variety shows is a sideshow. He is married, so he has to play as a supporting actor with a boy band idol who is also on the show.

The Fruit Channel variety games are mainly of the competitive type, grabbing pillows, topping balloons and officers and soldiers catching thieves.

Lu Jiayan's expression remained unchanged at the sight of the pillow grab, but by the time the double topped the balloon, the remaining smile had disappeared from his face.

When the police caught the thief, Sheng Mingzhi was in the process of escaping and crashed into the arms of the young idol.

The latter even hugged his senior tightly in order to look after him and prevent Sheng Mingzhi from falling down.

The cooperation is tacit and intimate.

Both of them, of similar age, have a youthful smile and air on their faces.

And there is no longer a living soul in the president's office.

Yao Shen feels like he is on the verge of suffocation.

Halfway through the day, Lu Jiayan picks up the glass of water on the table and takes a sip.

The words still came out as calmly as if they were on ice, as if they had been moistened.

"Whoever is responsible for investing in this variety show. Tell him that since it's a star-studded variety show, there should be distance between single and married artistes, and if he can't do that, the rest of HeMu's investment doesn't need to be wasted on such a tainted show."

Yao Shen bowed her head in fear: "Yes, Mr. Lu."

In his heart, he said he wouldn't be jealous like a child, but the boss was too hard to guess.

"There's more." Lu Jiayan suddenly paused and spoke slowly: "Get a ring with diamonds custom-made, Sheng Mingzhi's wedding ring is too small."

His tone was cold: "I'm afraid some people are blind and can't see."

Here the conversation comes to an abrupt end.

Lu Jiayan had two international meetings in the afternoon and a dinner with friends in the evening, after which Yao Shen opened the car door for him and asked, with great insight, "Mr Lu, are you staying at the JinMao building tonight?"

The JinMao Building is a hotel-style business building adjacent to the Sheng Jia headquarters and is currently owned by Sheng Mingzhi.

Ten floors up from the 20th floor are hotels at 150,000 per night.

Due to the proximity of the Sheng Jia headquarters, Lu Jiayan has a permanent presidential suite on the top floor of JinMao, which he uses for his office.

When he first returned to China, he came back to JinMao almost as soon as he finished work and used it as his second office.

Lu Jiayan opened his mouth, "Back to XiShan One."

Yao Shen nods and closes the door for him.

By the time we got back to One XiShan, it was completely dark.

Lu Jiayan subconsciously drops the window and fixes his gaze on the first floor.

It was dark and there were no lights on.

I don't know when it became a habit for him to return to XiShan One.

It was only usual that when he returned, Sheng Mingzhi must have been at home, washed up and ready for bed.

It was almost ten o'clock tonight and there was no sign of him in the villa.

Lu Jiayan chuckled lightly as he wondered what had occurred to him.

Sheng Mingzhi, the star of the show, is even busier than his day-to-day chairman.

He had just taken off his suit jacket when there was a movement at the villa door.

Sheng Mingzhi pushed the door open and froze for a moment when he saw Lu Jiayan.

It was the first time that both husband and wife came home at the same time like this.

Sheng Mingzhi, who had gone home with a straight face, suddenly felt a little weak when he saw Lu Jiayan for some reason.

It feels like sneaking home from a night out at the disco until twelve o'clock and getting caught hard by your parents.

"Why are you back so early today?" Sheng Mingzhi took the lead in breaking the silence, his tone still a little surprised.

After all, it was only this afternoon that the old man had been ruthlessly shady, and I didn't expect to meet him so soon on the wrong side of the road.

"You're back early." Lu Jiayan looked at the time and spoke nonchalantly, "It's eleven o'clock."

He sounded inexplicably accusatory, as if he was undeserving and sorry for being late.

Sheng Mingzhi is speechless. With their plastic husband and wife friendship, Lu Jiayan, the dog of a man, doesn't expect himself to keep his virtue for him, does he?

Besides, is eleven o'clock early? Their post-00s nightlife only starts at eleven o'clock, okay?

Lu Jiayan is able to provoke his rebelliousness when he could be talking nicely.

Sheng Mingzhi, a little unconvinced, said, "Of course it's early. Oh, I forgot, the post-90s don't have the same work schedule as us."

Seeing that he was not going to let go of the age stigma.

Lu Jiayan simply leaned against the entrance door, blocking his way.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

You're so stingy, you can't even say a few words now?

Lu Jiayan looked down at him and smiled, "So tell me, what is the work schedule of you - the post-00s - like."

"There's no one home before eleven anyway." Sheng Mingzhi raises his voice: "Our young people's nightlife starts at eleven o'clock."

He subconsciously blurted out, "And people who go to bed at eleven are sexless, okay?"

......

......

The words have just fallen.

It took Sheng Mingzhi a moment to realise what he had said.

I've gotten into the habit of talking dirty to Shen Ling and the others, and I don't look at who I'm standing in front of.

I can't believe it just came out of my mouth!

His face instantly turned awkwardly white, and his brain went blank.

Lu Jiayan raises an eyebrow, somewhat surprised to hear this somewhat colourful topic.

Perhaps because he had grown up watching Sheng Mingzhi, he had always thought of him as a child. And Sheng Mingzhi knew exactly where he stood, and as far as he could remember, never said anything colourful in front of him.

So much so that when Sheng Mingzhi looked back, his ears were red with embarrassment, and like a child who has done something wrong, he put away his fangs and spikes and was good in a flash: "...... Sorry, Brother Jiayan."

After a few more seconds, Sheng Mingzhi silently added, "I shouldn't have said that earlier."

It's just a matter of being disciplined by an older man again.

Didn't he love being a father to himself the most? He really didn't even love being a father that much.

Sheng Mingzhi was a little unconvinced, but as usual, Lu Jiayan had to teach him to be aware of his status, to be careful with his language and not to use dirty words, and to give himself a lesson in the eight honours and eight shames of etiquette.

He was ready to listen to the chatter, but was surprised to hear Lu Jiayan's laughter.

A very soft thud.

It's almost a bit frivolous to a point.

Lu Jiayan believes that as an elder, he has an inescapable responsibility to guide Sheng Mingzhi in his formative years.

But just because he's a few years older than him, he can't really treat him like a father, can he?

Lu Jiayan suddenly realised that his marriage to Sheng Mingzhi was dead in name only.

After three years of marriage, they do not have the same room or bed, and they live together as strangers before marriage.

Sheng Mingzhi has not even adapted to the change of role.

To this day, I still feel like a junior and a child in front of Lu Jiayan.

Their marriage was also not as indestructible as they thought it would be.

It may even be described as shaky, and it is possible that one day they will just split up and go their separate ways after the divorce.

When the time comes, I am afraid that I will really become Sheng Mingzhi's elder.

Perhaps even give this little ancestor's blessing on his second marriage.

For some reason, Lu Jiayan felt a little uncomfortable for the first time.

I am uncomfortable with Sheng Mingzhi's good-natured attitude towards his elders and his lack of awareness of their current relationship.

Legitimate fife and confined room.

Sheng Mingzhi, who really didn't guard him at all and didn't see him as a man?

On the contrary, this little ancestor really looked innocent and seemed to have no idea what he was laughing at.

Lu Jiayan pauses and asks knowingly, "Which kind of words should I not say?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Did he do it on purpose?

"Just." Sheng Mingzhi whispered, "I said that one, people who go to bed at eleven are sexless ......"

Well, he shouldn't have opened his mouth in front of Lu Jiayan, a Qing dynasty antique, he knows he's wrong.

The more you speak, the lower your voice gets, and eventually it all dies down.

Lu Jiayan listened and raised an eyebrow idly, "You mean you have?"

"I didn't!" Sheng Mingzhi replied hastily, then froze and said with annoyance: why did I answer so positively?

Who knows, Lu Jiayan looked at him meaningfully and trailed off, "Well. But."

"-you can have it too."

-

Half an hour later, Sheng Mingzhi returns to his senses as he brushes his teeth.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his movements slowed to a halt.

Did he just - was he molested by Lu Jiayan?

He, being molested by Lu Jiayan?

This old man is fucking disrespectful for old--

Sheng Mingzhi gritted his teeth, only to become so irritated that he exploded in anger when he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Holy shit? Why am I blushing?

All that answered him was cold water that could not be poured on his face hard enough to remove the heat.

-

He was probably surprised by Lu Jiayan's sudden mischief.

Sheng Mingzhi spent the night tossing and turning in bed, wondering if he was dreaming.

Why else would Lu Jiayan say such strange things to himself?

When she came downstairs for breakfast the next day, Sheng Mingzhi had two dark circles under her eyes.

Lu Jiayan, who was in the habit of reading the morning paper, put it down and asked softly, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Heh.

Didn't sleep well, who caused that?

Lazy culprits.

Sheng Mingzhi woke up very early in the morning with his breath and a face that said, "This young master is not to be messed with right now.

Lu Jiayan also had little patience to coax the ancestor, as if he had only asked out of courtesy.

The two of them ate their breakfast in peace, and at eight o'clock the doorbell of the villa at XiShan One rang.

Sheng Mingzhi placed an order a few days ago for the red carpet of the MOMO gala, which was delivered to his door by a special designer.

There are about four or five people standing at the door, all of whom are responsible for attending to Sheng Mingzhi. They were all responsible for the door-to-door service of Sheng Mingzhi.

In general, Lu Jiayan doesn't care what he buys, and if he does see it, he ignores it and just goes to work.

So Sheng Mingzhi didn't avoid suspicion and went inside to change into his suit in front of Lu Jiayan to try it on, so that the designer could adjust the details.

Unexpectedly, when he got changed into his suit and came out, Lu Jiayan didn't leave.

And sitting calmly on the living room sofa.

So Sheng Mingzhi froze slightly.

...... Why hasn't he left yet?

When the latter saw Sheng Mingzhi coming out, his eyes fell on him unceremoniously, and the designer, seeing this, had the good sense to kiss Lu Jiayan's ass.

What about "the second youngest fits well", "the dress is very expensive" and so on.

Sheng Mingzhi :?

He was the one trying on the clothes, not this dog man, right?

Why are you kissing his ass?

Lu Jiayan, who was possessed by a ghost, exchanged a few words with the designer.

Lu Jiayan, a mean man who is so shy about words, gave him a rare nod of approval: "It's nice."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

What is this image of a good husband who accompanies his lover to try on clothes and spoils him with "good, good, buy, buy"?

Is this some fancy new persona you've come up with? Or is the dog man now so good at acting that he has to pretend to be a loving husband in front of strangers?

Overacting brother.

There was no acknowledgement of your dedicated performance.

However, for some reason, Sheng Mingzhi was reminded of what Little Wang had said to him the other day.

The theme of MOMO's fashion dinner was a golden wedding, and almost all the guests were in pairs, except for him.

Perhaps it was Lu Jiayan's two compliments that made Sheng Mingzhi feel quite comfortable.

Anyway, he now sees Lu Jiayan quite well.

So, Sheng Mingzhi asked, "Are you free the day after tomorrow?" at the dressing room gap.

Lu Jiayan raised his eyebrows at him, Sheng Mingzhi hesitated a little and said slowly, "There's a dinner party for MOMO the day after tomorrow, do you have time to attend?"