Chapter 30: Jealousy

Lu Jiayan got off work early today, and had an optional dinner party in the evening, which was saved by a college friend.

Lu Jiayan asked his assistant to make time available for him to attend the event.

Yao Shen looked at the time and estimated that it would take about forty minutes to drive there.

Add to that the evening rush hour in YunJing, the traffic on the second ring road takes half an hour, and it's almost an hour and forty minutes.

I am about to remind Lu Jiayan of the evening meal.

The boss's personal mobile phone then vibrates.

At the other end Sheng Mingzhi was lying in bed, already back to normal, ignoring the nasty rewards Lu Jiayan was forcing upon him.

In a good mood, he invited Lu Jiayan to dinner: [What time will you be back tonight?

Lu Jiayan raises an eyebrow: [There is no need to be so impatient.

Sheng Mingzhi saw it and froze.

It didn't respond for a few seconds.

Then accidentally glancing at a previous chat: the

Lu Jiayan said one second that he would move into his room for the night.

The next thing he knows, he's asking Lu Jiayan when he'll be back.

......

Who, compulsively, can't, wait?

Sheng Mingzhi explained through gritted teeth: [I'm asking if you'll be back for dinner tonight, okay?

By the way swiped like a dozen angry emojis of soy beans over.

Lu Jiayan replied slowly: [Hmm. Dinner, of course.]

He: [Or else what did little Mr. Sheng think it was?

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Lu Jiayan laughed lightly, and the text was indebted: [You're not, like, thinking of a reward for sleeping in the same bed with me, are you?

Him: [yelps]

[Little Mr. Sheng is too horny.]

The consequence of molesting too much is to pull the plug and delete a dragon.

When Lu Jiayan sent another message, WeChat showed that he had been blacklisted by Sheng Mingzhi.

The expected result.

Yao Shen waited for Lu Jiayan to put down his phone before he came forward and asked, "Mr Lu, there's a ...... in the evening."

"I'm not going." Lu Jiayan got up and said lazily, "Arrange for a driver to go back to XiShan One."

Yao Shen froze.

"But half a month ago with ......."

Lu Jiayan glanced at him coldly, "You're getting better at being an assistant, why don't you go to the banquet?"

Yao Shen immediately shut up, his back wet with cold sweat: "Yes, Mr. Lu. I'll cancel the meal right away."

Yao Shen was relieved when Lu Jiayan left.

I can't help but think of what the boss said earlier, that after years of working with Lu Jiayan, Yao Shen had never seen him so motivated to go home.

It seems that married men are different.

I used to think that the relationship between the boss and the second young man was weak, otherwise they wouldn't have been in contact for three years.

Now look.

Where's the fade? The owner never put his personal phone down when he held it.

-

It took Sheng Mingzhi half an hour to relent and reluctantly release Lu Jiayan from the blacklist again.

After receiving the other man's location, he pulled out his wardrobe and changed into a casual jacket.

When she stood in front of the mirror after changing, Sheng Mingzhi snapped back to attention.

Wait, it's just a trip to the supermarket with an old man to buy groceries, why does he need a new set of clothes?!

Sheng Mingzhi was thunderstruck by his own amazing move.

If Lu Jiayan knew that he had changed his clothes just to see him, he would be very proud of himself.

Sheng Mingzhi is practically making up his arrogant and narcissistic tone of voice.

Even the charm of the peach blossom eyes is delicately drawn.

Probably would have spoken bitchily.

--It's just going grocery shopping with me, it's not so grand.

Grand your mother.

I'll put on a sack and go shopping with you.

Sheng Mingzhi took off the clothes he was wearing again and tossed them around the house for half a day before finding a plain, natural-looking and generous rabbit fur jacket in a light purple colour that made his skin look so white it was almost reflective.

A heavy snow fell in the afternoon and Sheng Mingzhi emerged from the warm, spring-like One XiShan shivering with cold.

A thin layer of snow falls on Lu Jiayan's shoulders as he leans lazily against the Maybach body, seemingly waiting for a while.

He wore a black trench coat with broad shoulders and long legs and overly superior proportions, and his peachy eyes were more moving than the colour of snow, causing several small girls passing by to turn around frequently.

Sheng Mingzhi saw him from a distance and muttered something about male vixens.

Somehow, the scene reminded him of Lu Jiayan's high school days.

His ability to attract butterflies seems to be a natural.

Sheng Mingzhi has seen all sorts of men and women rejected by Lu Jiayan since he met him.

Even his refusal seemed extraordinarily polite, gently detached in just the right way.

There is a legend in the annex that Lu Jiayan probably saw only heavenly fairies in his life, otherwise he would not have been attracted to anyone at all.

His thoughts drifted away, and it was only when Lu Jiayan shouted that Sheng Mingzhi came back to his senses.

When you think about it, isn't the sky fairy me?

Cool to.

The nearest supermarket to One XiShan is only a four hundred metre walk away, at this point it's a five minute walk and an hour's drive, half of which is spent looking for a parking space.

Parking in the city centre doesn't care if you're a billionaire and say no, it doesn't.

Lu Jiayan laughs, "Can you even walk?"

Sheng Mingzhi muttered, "It's so cold, I'm frozen, okay?"

The rabbit fur coat is nice to look at, but it's not a down jacket in the end, and it's not at all frost-resistant.

Sheng Mingzhi has been a man of style since he was a child, and the snowy days in YunJing, when it was a few degrees below zero, made him crane his neck.

If I had known it was so cold outside, I would have worn an extra pair of thermal underwear!

Sheng Mingzhi "hissed" and drew a cold breath before looking at Lu Jiayan, who was walking a body length in front of him, with more than a little discomfort.

He was frozen to the bone.

Does this old man have no eyesight? Don't you know to take off your scarf and put it on him for a while?

Sheng Mingzhi snorted mentally and suddenly stopped walking, raising his voice for emphasis, "I'm freezing to death."

Lu Jiayan raised his eyes and, without looking back, replied, "Of course it's cold when you're wearing so little."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

"I said I'm freezing to death didn't you hear me!" Sheng Mingzhi Seeing that the hint didn't work, the young master's temper flared up straight away and he pointed at him, "Shouldn't you take off your scarf and put it on for me at this time?"

Lu Jiayan gave him a look, curved his lips and said deliberately, "What will I do if I take it off and put it on you?"

Sheng Mingzhi :.

Lu Jiayan: "Theoretically, it's useless to wear a scarf if people are really going to freeze to death."

Him: "And my scarf doesn't look like it matches your outfit."

......

......

Sheng Mingzhi is surprisingly unable to refute this.

He was so angry that his fox eyes went wide and he couldn't believe that Lu Jiayan, the dog of a man, could come up with such an outrageous excuse that the scarf didn't match his clothes!

If he doesn't give it to him, he doesn't care to wear this damn scarf?

Just when Sheng Mingzhi was about to die of anger.

Lu Jiayan finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and the next moment Sheng Mingzhi felt himself wrapped in an overcoat.

The faint scent of Lu Jiayan's body lingers on the tip of the nose.

Stained with snow, it becomes a cold fragrance.

It was only then that Sheng Mingzhi realised that Lu Jiayan was just messing with his mind and making fun of him.

He was speechless for a moment, unable to understand the wickedness of these nineties.

However, when Lu Jiayan gave him his coat, he was a bit sad to see it go.

YunJing is not responsible for catching a cold in sub-zero weather.

He is not small in stature, but wrapped in Lu Jiayan's clothes, he looks a little boyish.

Sheng Mingzhi, his anger subsiding, muttered, "You took off your clothes for me, so you're not cold."

Anyone else would probably have to stay away from Sheng Mingzhi's young master's temper.

I've never seen him so difficult to serve. I can't even take him off, I can't even take him off.

Lu Jiayan yodels, "What then? I can't just freeze you to death."

Sheng Mingzhi :.

Before Sheng Mingzhi could react, his right hand was suddenly grasped by Lu Jiayan.

The other man's hand was cold, but his palm was hot, and somehow the interlocking grip became a ten-finger clasp.

Lu Jiayan took his hand and tucked it together in the pocket of his trench coat.

Sheng Mingzhi's body stiffened.

The touch on his hand was so pronounced it almost made his brain stop spinning.

"It'll have to do." Lu Jiayan sighed.

-

Sheng Mingzhi doesn't even know how he managed to walk to the supermarket on all fours.

The blood cells of his body were probably concentrated like a long march into the hands of Lu Jiayan, who interlocked his fingers and then performed a concert there together.

The sound was deafening.

The sound of a heartbeat makes Sheng Mingzhi's head spin.

When we arrived at the supermarket, Lu Jiayan took his hand out.

Sheng Mingzhi hadn't recovered and didn't let go immediately for a moment.

Lu Jiayan saw this and raised an eyebrow, idly, "Still not letting go?"

His voice was lazy and indebted, "Just want to take advantage of me that badly?"

Sheng Mingzhi :?

With a jolt, he woke up and then shook off Lu Jiayan.

"Get a face. Who's taking advantage of you?"

"Hm?" Lu Jiayan had already opened a trolley and changed to a smooth, natural position, familiarly rejoining Sheng Mingzhi's hand, his peach blossom eyes curving, "That means I want to take advantage of you, is that okay."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

You're fucking involved, you say shit.

But the face is so hot.

What the hell is a supermarket with the heating on so high?

The way Lu Jiayan held him was so natural, as if he had done it a million times before.

Passing through the clear glass of the supermarket, Sheng Mingzhi sees the interlocking hands in the reflection.

For a moment, he even had a moment of illusion.

It was as if he and Lu Jiayan had no business connection, but were just a very ordinary, down-to-earth family.

Like all loving couples.

After work, the day ends with a trip to the supermarket to sell groceries and a simple dinner to cook at home.

Sheng Mingzhi shifts his gaze and slows his pace a little.

It's a bit unnatural to keep looking at the hand that is being held.

Lu Jiayan, a veteran actor, really gets into the act.

Now it is clear that there are no elders in the house, and he is still acting so realistically and dutifully as a good husband.

Mr. Sheng, Jr. was a great success.

Having seen more, Lu Jiayan noticed it.

He threw two tomatoes into the cart and whispered, "Why are you always peeking at me."

Sheng Mingzhi choked, "Who's been spying on you?"

"Hmm. Then you're looking at it openly." Lu Jiayan curled his lips in a narcissistic way and said, "Is it nice."

Good look, my ass.

Sheng Mingzhi was about to argue that he hadn't peeked at him, but then he thought, "Wouldn't that be admitting that he was peeking at the hand-holding?

A moment of hesitation.

Lu Jiayan caught him in a loophole and the other man spoke with an indignant smile, "Are you weak after I said that?"

Sheng Mingzhi was speechless: "Are you the winner of some kind of couples lifting debate competition, with a KPI of the number of times you lift a bar with me every quarter to complete? And no, I don't want celery, you put it back."

Lu Jiayan picked it up again, "Children should not be picky eaters."

The two just toss and turn while buying.

The shopping cart gradually became more and more full.

Sheng Mingzhi wanders into the snack section with both eyes aglow.

As an artist - although he is a line 18 artist - Little Mr. Sheng's self-management is particularly strong and he hardly eats much snacks. He is so demanding of his body shape that he never forgets his original intention to be Little Bai's face, and does not jerk his iron or be masculine or cut his hair by inches.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't love it.

Sheng Mingzhi reservedly picked out a packet of chilli sticks, and a packet of chips.

The snack rack was a little high and he naturally let go of Lu Jiayan's hand as he reached for the chips.

When they looked back, both of them froze for a moment.

Sheng Mingzhi squeezes the chips and somehow a twinge of regret bubbles up inside.

Suddenly, it wasn't so much of a craving.

Only to take it all, he still threw the chips into the shopping cart.

Then with his hand on the guardrail of the shopping cart, he pushed it forward as if nothing had happened.

Just two steps away, Sheng Mingzhi was abruptly stopped by a young man who emerged with a mobile phone.

The other person seemed to be a centimetre or two taller than him and looked at him level with him, excitedly saying, "Hello, are you Sheng Mingzhi, please?"

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned and then realised that he had met a fan.

Since she has been an eighteenth-string batter than for so long, sometimes Sheng Mingzhi forgets that she is a star, as she is now, without a mask or hat or any other outfit, and comes straight to a public place for shopping.

But it was actually the first time that I met a fan.

Sheng Mingzhi has only thirty live fans on the Internet, let alone in real life.

Also, a male fan.

Without Little Wang around, Sheng Mingzhi is a little overwhelmed by the situation and looks a little dumb instead.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the male fan tacitly admitted that he did and spoke again excitedly, "I'm your new fan! I watched you live to get into the pit, you dislike people really too much!"

It was only when the male fan said this that Sheng Mingzhi came to his senses.

He said how he suddenly appeared as a male fan, but it turned out to be the time when he came out of the ring live.

The heat of being out of the ring is still hot, and it seems nothing unusual to be recognised.

Sheng Mingzhi: "Oh. Hello."

Male fan: "Mr. Sheng, can I get an autograph from you?"

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated for a moment and was thinking hard about whether there was a company rule against giving signatures in private.

Who knew the male fan would find another way: "Or a group photo would be fine! I have a phone!"

The fact that he had said so much made Sheng Mingzhi too embarrassed to refuse.

"That also-"

"No." Lu Jiayan, who hadn't said anything, returned indifferently, "Sorry. Company rules don't allow for group photos."

It was then that the male fan noticed him, and for some reason, the look in Lu Jiayan's eyes sent a little shiver down his back.

I always feel wrapped in a wave of hostility... what's going on?

"Huh?" The male fan was a little despondent, but undeterred, and spoke in a whisper, "Are you Mr. Sheng's manager?"

Lu Jiayan is cold: "Does it have anything to do with not being able to take a photo together."

The scene was at a standstill for a while.

Luckily the male fans didn't stick around either, but the mood remained emotional.

When Sheng Mingzhi wasn't looking, the male fan shook his hand vigorously and shook it a few times: "It's okay if you can't take a picture together. Mr. Sheng, I will always support you!"

The male fan finished shaking, let go abruptly and went to rejoin his partner.

Seeing this, the youngster asked, "How's it going, did you get a photo together?"

The male fan said, "No. His agent won't let him!"

"An agent?" The youngster glanced over, "What kind of agent is so handsome? Is the entertainment industry so inward-looking now?"

He paused and frowned, "Why do I think his agent looks a bit familiar?"

It's as if I've seen the photo somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

-

Sheng Mingzhi was a good half day before he came back to his senses, still a bit Little Gao Xing.

Although he doesn't care much about his fans, it's still very rewarding to meet a fan who genuinely likes him offline.

It didn't take him long to rejoice.

Lu Jiayan's chilling voice came to my ears, "Haven't you seen enough?"

"What's seen enough?" Sheng Mingzhi was a little puzzled by his cold tone and gave a bewildered expression.

Lu Jiayan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Sheng Mingzhi's hand, which had just been touched by a male fan: "People have been gone for so long, you regret not taking a photo together?"

Sheng Mingzhi :?

What does he have to regret? Shouldn't it be the male fans who regret it?

"As well." Lu Jiayan's tone was flat: "It's rare for you to have a fan."

What is it?

etc.

What does the dog man mean by that, and what does it mean that it's rare to have a fan?

He may be pasty, but he's not pasty like nobody's business!

Sheng Mingzhi was instantly irritated and was about to dislike him.

Suddenly realizing Lu Jiayan's tone now, kinda ...... shady?

Sheng Mingzhi paused, raised his eyes silently, and said tentatively, " Brother Jiayan."

Lu Jiayan glanced at him, and Sheng Mingzhi spoke sincerely, "Are you jealous?"

Lu Jiayan: ......