Chapter 32: A Little Missing

Sheng Mingzhi has lost track of the time he fell asleep.

At first he had the strength to cooperate with Lu Jiayan, but later he was so exhausted that he simply became a salted fish, unable to hang on to each other's shoulders.

And a white shower in the middle of the day.

Sheng Mingzhi was carried into the bath with his eyes almost closed, his body limp and weak. He was told to lie on his back, to lift his arms, and to nestle in Lu Jiayan's arms as softly as a kitten.

The water is just the right temperature and Sheng Mingzhi is so drowsy from the care she receives that she is almost asleep.

Once again, I woke up, still propped up by the soreness and swelling.

He had somehow ended up on the edge of the bath, leaning heavily on Lu Jiayan.

The blur of light in front of her eyes shifted so much that Sheng Mingzhi tried to speak, but found that the tone of her words changed.

Then, I don't remember what happened after that.

-

The next morning, Lu Jiayan was the first to wake up.

Having developed a biological clock habit over the years, when he reached eight o'clock there was no more sleep.

Only today, unlike usual, Lu Jiayan woke up to find his right arm sunken.

He froze for a moment, only to find Sheng Mingzhi with his back to him, using his arm as a pillow.

The posture is exceptionally well behaved, not at all sleeping on all fours as she did last night when she let the cat out of the bag.

Lu Jiayan's mind moved, and as if by some sense, Sheng Mingzhi rolled over, right in front of his face.

Accustomed to seeing the little flowered peacock in his usual delicate and meticulous state, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his unguarded sleeping face, his wrinkled and dishevelled pyjamas, and his dishevelled, soft hair.

Also, cute?

Lu Jiayan just stared at it for a while, and Sheng Mingzhi made another move.

It was subtle, as if it was cold and subconsciously pressed in the direction of the heat source.

Sleeping in a still well-behaved position, he shrunk himself into a ball and squeezed into his arms.

I don't know where I read the saying that anyone who likes to sleep in a ball is extremely insecure.

Lu Jiayan chuckled lightly at the thought.

Will this uncaring, willful and arrogant little ancestor lack security?

In his sleep, Sheng Mingzhi, unsure of what he was dreaming about, let out an "umph".

Like it's about to wake up.

Lu Jiayan's eyes are downcast, his gaze sunken, unsure of what he is thinking.

A second later, he grabbed Sheng Mingzhi's wrist and slung him over his shoulder.

Sheng Mingzhi has a habit of hugging the blanket in bed and subconsciously hugged it tightly as soon as it came into contact with something he could hug.

Even the straight and slender legs were pinned up.

This does not require Lu Jiayan's help.

The man raised an eyebrow, then took his hand, which was resting on Sheng Mingzhi's waist, off.

Close your eyes and go back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

After ten minutes, Sheng Mingzhi gradually came to his senses.

It had been who knows how long since last night, and he had changed into a set of pajamas, dry and not as uncomfortable on his body as he had been when he first got up.

It was the soreness from the waist down that made him "hiss" and try to move a little before he realised the awkward position he was in.

The blackout curtains in the room are so effective that Sheng Mingzhi can barely tell what time it is outside.

There was still a hint of love in the air. The sweet surliness of the aftermath.

Sheng Mingzhi found himself in the arms of Lu Jiayan.

Lying in, Lu Jiayan, arms?

This fact instantly sobered Sheng Mingzhi.

Although he and Lu Jiayan had a plastic husband-and-wife relationship, they were married, and Sheng Mingzhi was asked to fulfil some post-marital obligations, and he was not pretentious enough not to do so.

But marital obligations are marital obligations, and they don't include him sleeping with Lu Jiayan in his arms!

As if, on top of the obligations that should have been there.

It's a little bit more unexplained.

Sheng Mingzhi's breath caught in a nervous choke.

And in this situation, she is hanging on Lu Jiayan like an octopus, and it seems that she has taken the initiative to lean on him.

Lu Jiayan didn't even move his hand!

Holy shit.

He was just making a casual remark last night, was his sleeping posture really that bad?

After a few moments of rumination, Sheng Mingzhi's first priority was to silently retrieve his arms and legs from Lu Jiayan's body.

I just wonder if he was a Chosen Unlucky One who had just withdrawn his hand and the movement woke the other man up.

Lu Jiayan's peach blossom eyes widened slightly to meet his gaze.

......

......

What b.

The waking up was so opportune that it was almost suspicious that he had done it on purpose.

Sheng Mingzhi's hand is still in mid-air, uncomfortable.

He spoke dryly, "Why are you awake."

Lu Jiayan looked at him slyly and spoke.

Early in the morning, perhaps because he had just woken up, his voice was a little muffled.

"If I don't wake up, won't you have destroyed all the evidence of the crime?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

"What crime have I committed?"

Lu Jiayan pauses and tries, "Violate me?"

Then he glanced at Sheng Mingzhi's leg, which was resting on his waist, as if nothing had happened.

It seems to be a silent accusation.

......

What a shame!

Who violates who?

-

For breakfast, Sheng Mingzhi picked a seat furthest away from Lu Jiayan.

Lest it violate his virginity as a martyr again.

For the next week, Sheng Mingzhi was on set filming.

At the end of the year, Sheng Jia seemed to be busy, and Lu Jiayan was not as free as before, with meetings and conferences, as well as having to deal with Lu Xiao's problems.

Sheng Mingzhi's new costume drama as Little Wang was a small part, and was finished a week later.

Back in the nanny van, Sheng Mingzhi takes out his mobile phone and looks at it.

Little Wang saw him looking at his phone again and teased, "Why are you looking at your phone every day lately?"

Daily lately?

That's not true either, he used to be quite fond of playing with his phone.

Little Wang's next comment was, "I see you've been checking WeChat all day, chatting with your husband, huh?"

He teased with a squint, "Are you two so attached you can't be apart for a second."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Who gave you the courage to create this illusion.

The truth is not hidden.

It's been a week since we've had any contact.

Sheng Mingzhi confirms once again that, yes, Lu Jiayan is a ruthless dog man.

When he wants to sleep with him, he buys gifts and picks him up and drops him off at work, and cooks for him himself to make him happy, more attentive than a dog.

And this attitude after sex?

That's it?

Even a master face changer can't do that!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became and sneered into the air.

Lu Jiayan himself does not like to play with WeChat, he has a work phone and Yao Shen is in charge of reception.

The maximum number of assistants was even fifteen.

His WeChat is probably only used to chat with Sheng Mingzhi.

When Little Wang reminded him of this, Sheng Mingzhi realised that he had been checking WeChat a bit too often.

It's not that we haven't had this kind of situation with Lu Jiayan before, the longest we've gone without contact was six months.

He'd forgotten he was a married man.

During Lu Jiayan's three years abroad, Sheng Mingzhi would only send a plastic WeChat on his partner's birthday or on New Year's Day.

The person on the other side will also reply to him in a businesslike manner.

You can look at the chat log with Lu Jiayan.

It was still a week ago that he sent a LINABELL emoji over.

It seems to have gone a little too far in front of Lu Jiayan.

Could it be that spending too much time together lately has given him the illusion that it's actually not a bad way to live?!

It seems.

The plastic marriage wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

-

The more the year ends, the busier Sheng Jia becomes.

Sheng Mingzhi has taken some time off instead, as his costume drama has finished and he hasn't received any variety shows for the time being.

Although all the major parties and the Spring Festival Gala are on the list of proposed guests at the end of the year, as an eighteenth-tier paste, he is certainly not among the invited artists.

He is happy to take it easy, mixing his showbiz job into a 9 to 5 clock-in/out routine, leaving the office before 5.30am and going to the spa with Shen Ling.

He arrives home every night at around 11 or 12pm, but Lu Jiayan is often still at the office at that time.

Unlike in the past, Sheng Mingzhi did not see Lu Jiayan during this time, but he did receive a number of gifts from him.

Not every item is particularly valuable either.

There were rings costing tens of thousands of dollars and bracelets costing more than 100,000 dollars, but the gifts were constant, every now and then, so much so that Sheng Mingzhi wondered if Lu Jiayan was going to end the plastic marriage with him.

Why else would he be so abnormal? It can't be that he has suddenly become enlightened, can it?

It was when Yao Shen brought the gift over for the fifth time that Sheng Mingzhi finally couldn't resist and grabbed him.

"What does your boss mean?" He chilled, "Just send gifts, no one is coming, right?"

Yao Shen could not help but feel miserable, he knew Sheng Mingzhi's temper, if he did not say it right, he would be unlucky, he deliberately said, "Mr. Lu will be a little busy at the end of the year and will not have time to spend with Younger, so he instructed me to find something that Younger likes, hoping to make you happy."

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned.

The old man is really getting the hang of it!

He let go of Yao Shen for a moment in a subtle mood.

Although I had a slightly self-serving suspicion that Lu Jiayan was worried that he would not be happy with the gift.

But I didn't expect to actually guess it.

Sheng Mingzhi finally had the conscience to think that since Lu Jiayan had also given him a gift.

Then it's not as if he couldn't, condescendingly, go to the office and see him a little.

And.

Sheng Mingzhi didn't want to admit that he did want to meet Lu Jiayan just a little, just a little.

-

That afternoon, Sheng Mingzhi packed some meals at a five-star hotel, solemnly packed them in a thermos, and took a bus straight to Sheng Jia.

No matter how many times he came to Sheng Jia's door, Sheng Mingzhi could not find his way in exactly.

Located in a prime location in the heart of YunJing, Sheng Jia has managed to occupy three towers in a place where every inch of land is precious, making it so powerful that one would be impressed.

He arrived just as autumn recruitment was winding down and there were a number of graduates from prestigious schools at the gates, waiting for interviews with their passes.

When Sheng Mingzhi arrived in the lobby, the receptionist thought he was also a university student who had come for a job interview and was trying to send him to the coffee bar on the first floor to wait for the uniform management.

Sheng Mingzhi came out of nowhere, but Lu Jiayan's men were no slouches either.

Sheng Mingzhi has someone to report to him on what he eats at all three meals throughout the day.

It was no surprise that Lu Jiayan was informed about the run to Sheng Jia.

Sheng Mingzhi, to the shocked eyes of the young personnel girl, took the president's lift, which belonged exclusively to Lu Jiayan, up the stairs.

Sheng Jia's intranet had exploded by now with his arrival.

"I'm going, I think I've seen the living little boss!"

The marriage between Sheng Jia and MingChen is no secret.

Everyone in the group knows that, and because it is a man who is married to her, it is awkward to call her "Madam", so everyone basically calls Sheng Mingzhi "Little Boss".

"It can't be. I haven't seen it in the three years I've worked at Sheng Jia."

"No kidding, Assistant Yao picked him up himself, super young! And looks a bit like a star of some sort?"

"How many people can do Lu's lift? It must be him."

"I thought he was a college student here for an interview!!!"

"The little boss is really handsome!!!"

......

Sheng Mingzhi was unaware that his arrival had already caused the group to gossip all over the place.

Lu Jiayan had not yet finished his meeting when he arrived at the president's office.

Sheng Mingzhi had to sit on the sofa and look around idly.

Lu Jiayan's office is all transparent, with the secretariat attached to the side and a superb floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the whole of YunJing city centre.

The office also has a dedicated breakout room that is as luxurious as a five-star hotel bedroom.

Sheng Mingzhi waited for half an hour before he finished the meeting and got bored and harassed Lu Jiayan on WeChat.

[Drip.]

[Is it over yet.]

[I'm so hungry.]

A few messages were sent in quick succession, but they all went down in flames.

Lu Jiayan simply ignored him.

Sheng Mingzhi was stirred up a little by the desire to win.

Today, Lu Jiayan had to return to him.

So frantically outputting in the chat box, or the latest mad literature.

[Yes? Why don't you answer my messages?

[Am I the object you bought for $9.90 from Poundland, am I so worthless that I'm not worth a message back from you personally?

[Man, why are you so draggy?

[Very well, you managed to get my attention].

I've been killing fish in RTD for ten years anyway, my heart is as cold as my knife, men can't hurt me anymore, but when I think of you not returning my messages my hands and feet are cold and my back is cold, so I cried in your office for three hours, as if I was suffocating in a vacuum for two minutes, this time I really broke down and couldn't help crying, all at once it came out. I was so aggravated, so overwhelmed, so helpless, so angry!

[Are you so cold and heartless that you won't even reply to my messages?

Sheng Mingzhi is quite a lively post.

I don't know if Lu Jiayan, a post-90s surfer with a fast internet connection, could have picked up on his storyline.

After sending it, he thought Lu Jiayan would not reply to him.

But two minutes later, his WeChat vibrated a little.

Lu Jiayan.

[Meeting in progress.]

[The phone is casting a screen.]

......

......

Mobile phones.

In.

Casting screen.

Casting screens?

Vote -

In a flash, Sheng Mingzhi's face turned red.

The blood rushed to his brain, causing his eyes to go black and he went down straight away on the spot.

Lu Jiayan typed: [So it's not convenient to reply.

There was also a serious explanation.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

With almost all his strength, he asked, breathlessly, [Are you still casting the screen?

Lu Jiayan: [Hmm.]

And such a calm "eh"?

Sheng Mingzhi feels like his whole life has passed very quickly.

He replies with an expressionless face.

[Sorry.]

[Just had my number stolen.]

Lu Jiayan couldn't help but let out a small laugh at this.

He didn't expect Sheng Mingzhi to be as good a liar now as he was when he was a child.

Manager Liu, who was analysing the financial results, paused, and a number of senior executives at the long conference table looked warily at the young, but powerful, president.

Lu Jiayan finished laughing and realised that he had lost his temper.

Clenching his hand into a fist, he coughed lightly at his chin, collected himself, and said lightly, "Go on."

Sheng Jia had the fastest finishing meeting in the history of the entire group.

And it was also the meeting where the big boss was in the best mood. Don't you dare imagine that the normally mean-spirited CEO Lu smiled and listened to the whole meeting and encouraged them to keep working hard, gosh, it was so scary, just like a ghost possession.

I'd rather he had his usual smile on his face!

Lu Jiayan was unaware of the discussion, and by the time he returned to the president's office, Sheng Mingzhi was back to business as usual.

Sheng Mingzhi found that he had embarrassed himself in front of Lu Jiayan so many times that he could have circled the globe three times in a row.

Him: "Why are you back so early? I thought you had a meeting until 6:30."

As if nothing had happened, he took over a sentence in an attempt to gloss over the social death that had just taken place.

"It was supposed to last until half past six." Lu Jiayan curled his lips, "But I couldn't bear to think that someone had been so angry that he had been squatting in his office crying for three hours."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He knew the dog man wouldn't miss the chance to laugh at him!

Oh, whatever.

As long as he is not embarrassed himself, embarrassment will not catch up with him.

Sheng Mingzhi simply did not take Lu Jiayan's words at all and opened the thermos.

The food is still hot, and Sheng Mingzhi is laid out one by one.

"It's me personally-"

The little ancestor had a solemn look on his face.

Lu Jiayan was somehow looking forward to the meal with all its aromas and flavours.

Is this, what he did?

"- packed the dinner in person at the restaurant."

After that, he looked at Lu Jiayan with a face that begged for praise, as if he had made a great effort.

Lu Jiayan was stunned and then laughed.

Suddenly he felt a little too strange about what exactly he could expect from Sheng Mingzhi.

It even, becomes a little less like itself.

Like a brat of 15 or 16, he would have wanted Sheng Mingzhi to cook dinner for him himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Sheng." Lu Jiayan said, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng."

Little Mr. Sheng shamelessly took the opportunity to extort pocket money: "It's okay. Don't you have anything to show for it?"

He paused, "Wait, no rewards like that the other day, any other rewards?"

"Reward." Lu Jiayan sat down, "Rewarded already."

"What's the reward?"

"The reward is Brother Jiayan's verbal praise." Lu Jiayan, even more shameless than he was, said slowly, "Little Mr. Sheng is great!"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Oh, so you're great too!