Chapter 40: My wife is so hot

Sheng Mingzhi knew that Lu Jiayan's character had always been a bit of a mischief-maker.

But he was still slightly shocked when he actually heard this old imbecile utter the words.

Is this some kind of new persona you came up with?

A marriage between two people froze into a four-person ritual.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He has become accustomed to Lu Jiayan's sometimes irreverent banter.

In the face of the older man's brazen statements, just pretend you didn't hear them.

But Sheng Mingzhi hasn't even answered yet.

The camera operator's face was shattered as he glanced over his shoulder.

etc.

He opened his mouth.

Totally forgot there was a recording camera here, what happened.

He didn't even say anything, and the camera master acted as if he had picked up some signal.

Jerking his mouth, and stammering a bit, "...... Don't worry, I won't broadcast this!"

......

......

Not.

What are you fainthearted about.

He and Lu Jiayan are legally married!

Don't talk in such a thieving tone and make it seem as if they are cheating on each other!

Three black lines appeared on Sheng Mingzhi's forehead and he was at a loss for words, "No. You've got it wrong, me and Lu Jiayan--"

"I know!" The cameraman nodded, " Mr. Sheng, don't worry, I've been in this business for many years, I know what to broadcast and what not to broadcast."

He nodded solemnly and said carefully, "I will keep it a secret."

A look of "I understand perfectly".

Sheng Mingzhi :?

What are you keeping secret? What do you understand?

He held his forehead and was about to retort.

Suddenly, Lu Jiayan's muffled laughter is heard.

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned to find that the other man's hand, which had been propping up his chin, had simply covered the lower half of his face.

The laugh was rampant.

Peachy eyes curved into bridges, shoulders shaking slightly.

Sheng Mingzhi's original retort was choked in his mouth, and his eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's face.

There was a subtle froth before he silently bellyached that this old man was as childish as could be.

-

After the meal, YunJing's most famous fireworks display in the Sky Garden begins.

After what had just happened, the camera operator was now looking at them in a completely different way.

And with the camera slung over his shoulder, he also looked like he didn't know whether to record or not.

Sheng Mingzhi had enough to eat and drink, so I picked a few photos taken today and posted them on Weibo.

He hesitates for a moment as he selects, crossing the photo of Lu Jiayan that he has just snapped, the tip of his finger.

It's a rare occasion to go out for a meal with Lu Jiayan.

How about a tweet to mark the occasion?

After a few minutes, Sheng Mingzhi finally edited the tweet, clicked it and sent it.

This time there is nothing fancy about the copy, just two simple words.

@ Sheng Mingzhi: Cha rice.

Four accompanying photographs, two of food, one of fireworks, and one of Lu Jiayan.

Only Sheng Mingzhi's screenshot missed Lu Jiayan's face and only showed the body of the man across the table below his shoulders.

But you can still see that the body is extremely well built and has an excellent temperament.

The left ring finger features a platinum wedding ring in the same discreet style as Sheng Mingzhi.

As soon as it was sent, someone commented.

"Why is the copy so simple this time? Poor comment."

"Who is the man in the picture and I want all the information about him in three minutes."

"I said why did they go rustic this time, it turned out to be a show of affection."

"Can't even dinner stop you from wanting to show off your love?"

"Your husband is quite handsome, let me have him."

......

Sheng Mingzhi has been going through the comments, probably because he hasn't been acting up lately.

The anti-fans were also a lot more boring to draw, leaving him with no passion to get off the field against the line.

It was then that a comment jumped into view, out of the blue.

"How can you still eat? Weibo marketing numbers are saying that your YunJing Yea University degree is fake, don't you want to explain?"

This inexplicable question also caused Sheng Mingzhi to freeze for a moment.

I don't know how I got involved with YunJing Yea University, but the only thing I remember is the time Little Wang made something up for him.

Sheng Mingzhi replies slowly and methodically.

[What's the explanation, it's supposed to be fake.]

The muddle does the wrong thing plainly.

And he's a finance graduate from King's University.

Thank you.

It's about Sheng Mingzhi spending too much time with his head down fiddling with his phone.

Lu Jiayan asked, "Are you posting friends?"

Sheng Mingzhi listened and muttered, "Is it okay to tweet."

Old men are really old men, I guess they only know about their circle of friends and don't know about Weibo at all.

With that in mind, he spoke slowly and questioningly, " Jiayan. You should know what Twitter is, right?"

Lu Jiayan: ......

He's not so "old" that he doesn't even know about Twitter.

The Sheng Jia Group also has an official corporate account, which is run by a dedicated operations team.

As for himself, he followed the trend of registering a Weibo account when he was in college.

He just wasn't much of a web surfer and forgot about the number not long after he registered.

See Sheng Mingzhi's interactive Twitter feed at this time.

Somehow, Lu Jiayan suddenly became interested.

--He seems to be, well, getting interested in everything Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Mingzhi's expression was slightly surprised to see him take out his mobile phone.

No way, Lu Jiayan really has a Twitter account? Never heard of it?

Lu Jiayan seemed to see his confusion, so he replied, "I signed up for Weibo when I was in college, but I didn't use it much."

There really is?

Rarely, he thought such old-fashioned people only watched news broadcasts and communicated with their online friends by flying pigeons.

Sheng Mingzhi peeked over his body and his eyes fell on Lu Jiayan's mobile phone screen.

It's a good thing Lu Jiayan hasn't forgotten his Twitter password.

When I logged into my university account, the Weibo account was horribly empty, the name was a system-generated "user number" and the avatar was a landscape photo, making it look like a zombie number.

There are even fewer tweets.

The first one was sent automatically by the system and the second one was a re-post of the news of the debate tournament of the University of Kyoto, which was five or six years ago.

But Sheng Mingzhi never expected that the first thing Lu Jiayan would do when he logged on to Weibo would be to look for his account.

What's the difference between that and being caught by your own parents surfing the internet on a loose trumpet?

Sheng Mingzhi snapped back to attention, then covered Lu Jiayan's phone.

Lu Jiayan froze for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

Sheng Mingzhi spoke with difficulty, "There's nothing to see on my Weibo account. It's all retweeted ads."

He paused and said quietly, " Brother Jiayan, you'd better not look at it."

"Hmm?" Lu Jiayan said slowly, "I wasn't interested. Seeing how you don't want to show it to me, I'm more interested instead."

He glanced at Sheng Mingzhi: "What exactly is there to see that you can't show me?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

It's too much, okay.

His internal struggle was practically written on his face.

Sheng Mingzhi was torn for several minutes and finally gave up.

Forget it.

Lu Jiayan has an account anyway, so sooner or later we'll see his tweets.

Sheng Mingzhi's Weibo account is not hard to search, and he is the first one with his first name and over 5 million followers.

The content of the tweet is just as Sheng Mingzhi said.

Apart from a few business selfies, it's all about retweeting ads.

The latest one is a sneak peek of Lu Jiayan's tweet.

The other person saw it and gave him a smirking look.

Sheng Mingzhi's cheeks burned as she said, "I just got you in the picture by accident, don't think too much about it."

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan said lightly, "I didn't think much of it. Just thought that you 'accidentally' did a pretty good job of filming."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Don't bother with this dog man.

It's a good thing Lu Jiayan is not very good at using Twitter.

He only knows how to click on the tweets to read the comments, not the replies, so Sheng Mingzhi's venomous and sharp-tongued x-ripping didn't reach him.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief.

What is it about having a feeling of having your homework checked by your parents?

Lu Jiayan is not very good at using Weibo, but he is not ashamed to ask questions.

Pointing at Twitter? Calling your wife?"

Sheng Mingzhi: At first glance, Lu Jiayan is a good find.

Wasn't this the only fan who jumped up and down in the comments on his Twitter account and persisted in calling him "wife"?

Sheng Mingzhi also has one or two of these 'clay sculpture powders'.

Some called him "sister", some called him "baby", and some called him "wife", which he usually ignores and slides right past.

But now Lu Jiayan has suddenly caught him in the act.

Sheng Mingzhi is suddenly a little weak.

...... It's not like I'm the one calling people's husbands.

I'm weak-minded about something.

But in the presence of her real plastic husband, Sheng Mingzhi explained, "Don't worry about it. That's what they're shouting about."

After thinking about it, I felt that my explanation was a bit thin.

"It's just, a kind of powder-ring culture that likes to treat men like women. You wouldn't understand if I told you."

Lu Jiayan listened thoughtfully.

It really doesn't seem to know much about it.

I guess the new age internet terminology has still given this old Qing dynasty exile quite a shock.

Lu Jiayan lazily: "And what does 'nice and spicy' mean?"

It's quite good to learn.

Mr. Sheng Jr. teaching one-on-one: "It probably means, it's nice to look at?"

Lu Jiayan nods his head.

Then he pointed to the latest comment from this retarded claymation fan.

Humble and studious: "What about the meaning of 'give me hay'?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

This b fan will be blackballed by me sooner or later.

He was visible to the naked eye and his ears were red.

Lu Jiayan was particularly serious in his questions, as if he were discussing the current state of financial system reform.

Sheng Mingzhi takes a deep breath, opens his mouth, and closes it again.

As if preparing for something, he then began to make things up without any burden: "'Grass grass' is a plant, and 'give me grass grass' roughly means, like giving flowers to an artist at a concert, which translates to complimenting the star It's great, it's awesome!"

A lot of nonsense.

Sheng Mingzhi also made up a decent book.

But Lu Jiayan's expression is clearly a smirk, not a smile.

Nor do I know how much he believed.

I thought the old man's curiosity had stopped here.

To his surprise, Lu Jiayan retweeted his selfie in a nine-picture frame as Sheng Mingzhi looked on.

A serious tweet typed in.

@user7025112: "Honey, that's hot. Give me grass."

Also sultry with a soy shy emoji.

Click, retweet.

Lu Jiayan glanced over at a dumbfounded Sheng Mingzhi and said slowly, "Is this how you retweet a tweet?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Help! Did the dog man really not mean it!!!

-

It was 9pm back at One XiShan.

The cameraman is also finished with his follow up shots for the day.

It took all night to shoot though.

But I guess not a single frame could be broadcast.

That's why there are also small cameras brought to the artists in post and placed in the artists' guests' rooms to ensure that the material is edited.

Sheng Mingzhi entered the room, hesitated for a second and spoke, " Brother Jiayan, are you using the study tonight?"

Hear the familiar salutation.

Lu Jiayan knew that Sheng Mingzhi had something to ask him.

"No need."

"Oh." Sheng Mingzhi held up the small camera in his hand, "The crew wants to record a bit of footage of the clip at home, can I put the camera in your study?"

After all, Lu Jiayan's library contains quite a lot of material on Sheng Jia.

Sheng Mingzhi is worried about what can't be broadcast.

However, Lu Jiayan was so quick to reply that Sheng Mingzhi did not pursue the matter further.

He quickly washed up, changed into a casual house suit, and stood in front of the mirror for a moment to think about it, or cut his hair style slightly.

After all, you have to appear in front of the camera.

As a handsome eighteenth-string poseur who is exquisite from the strands of his hair to his toes, Sheng Mingzhi does not allow any ugly photos of himself to be exposed to the public.

A seemingly unintentional flow of vegetation.

In fact it has all been carefully matched and dressed.

The small camera starts recording.

Sheng Mingzhi didn't really have much to do in the evening, mainly to sort out the internship work for tomorrow morning.

The information is not complicated, it's just a lot.

It's not too difficult for Sheng Mingzhi, as he just needs to sort it out.

After half an hour of tidying up, there was a knock on the door of the study.

Sheng Mingzhi looks up and Lu Jiayan brings in a glass of milk.

"Still not done?"

"There's one more thing."

Sheng Mingzhi looks at the milk.

There was a bit of surprise.

So thoughtful?

It's a bit unlike Lu Jiayan's style.

He looked up from his computer screen, "Why are you up too?"

Lu Jiayan gave him an inexplicable look, his eyes playful, which made Sheng Mingzhi look puzzled.

It's normal for him to ask questions, isn't it?

Lu Jiayan Why is he looking at him with such a strange look.

Instead of answering his question, the other man walked over to Sheng Mingzhi.

Volunteering, he said, "Do you need my help?"

Sheng Mingzhi :?

Very well, you've asked such a question, wouldn't I be a fool not to let you help me?

However, it was only in his mind that he thought about it for a moment.

Sheng Jia's work kept Lu Jiayan busy enough, but Sheng Mingzhi thought he was just doing a little bit of organising, not that he didn't know how to do it.

...... Also, he didn't want to tire him out even more.

"No need. I'll be done soon."

Sheng Mingzhi uses his hand to hold up his black-rimmed glasses, which he basically doesn't wear at home, and which he wears on the bridge of his nose, making him look a few years younger for no reason.

Even if they say high school students, some people believe them.

Lu Jiayan did not leave even after being refused, but sat down next to Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Mingzhi froze slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything.

Next, Lu Jiayan will give a few pointers.

Sheng Mingzhi discovered that the old man was still the best, and that he couldn't put it together as fast as Lu Jiayan could.

Although it was already known that he was good.

But each time Lu Jiayan continues to refresh his perceptions.

Materials that would have taken an hour to prepare were completely over in half an hour.

Sheng Mingzhi stretches out, revealing a sliver of her waistline, delicate and white, originally hidden under her pyjamas.

Lu Jiayan glanced over and whispered, "Are you done?"

Sheng Mingzhi, not even aware of the danger that was coming, nodded honestly: "It's done."

After thinking about it, he decided to thank Lu Jiayan: "Brother Jiayan, thank you for what you just did."

Otherwise he might not be able to get to bed until eleven o'clock.

But Lu Jiayan raised an eyebrow: "Is it only a verbal thank you?"

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated, "Then otherwise ...... I'll stand up and give you another bow?"

Lu Jiayan laughed, and as he spoke he had Sheng Mingzhi half in his arms.

At this point, even if he was slow, he realised what Lu Jiayan meant.

The original this thanks.

I can't believe I'm thanking you with my body!

Shit.

Old immodesty.

Sheng Mingzhi's face started to heat up in an instant.

After a moment of silent bellyaching, he muttered, "Why are you doing it again. Wasn't it just the day before ......"

I wonder if it was just him.

I feel that my husband and Lu Jiayan's nightlife is becoming more and more frequent.

It used to be about once or twice a month, but lately it's been almost every two or three days that Lu Jiayan is in bed with me.

It's not that he wasn't happy about it, it was just that it was so unrestrained that Sheng Mingzhi felt like he was going to break his back.

"And you know it was the day before yesterday." Lu Jiayan's tone was light and a little sultry: "It's been a day."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

I don't know where it was touched.

Sheng Mingzhi gasped and muttered, "You didn't used to be like this, obviously you only need it once or twice a month."

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan's voice was lazy: "I can see that little Mr. Sheng is not happy with my previous performance."

He paused, "So now double your efforts."

Fuck you.

What enterprise-level comprehension.

Sheng Mingzhi was speechless and grabbed his arm, "But we have to record the show tomorrow morning."

It means not tonight.

Lu Jiayan raised her eyes to his, those peachy eyes with their sunken, watery underbelly.

The lights in the study were dimmed to a dim state, making the atmosphere sweet and ambiguous.

"I'll keep an eye on it." The man's voice trailed off, "Wear a turtleneck tomorrow, okay."

Mr. Sheng, Jr. is not very determined and is a little shaken.

With such a wobble, he was again pinned down by Lu Jiayan while he had the chance.

"Wow..."

The contents of the desk are scattered all over the place.

Sheng Mingzhi's back is pressed against the cold tabletop, but his body is hot.

The fox's eyes are slightly narrowed and only Lu Jiayan can be seen overlapping.

The scent of wood spreads across his nose, and Lu Jiayan's pretty peach blossom eyes look affectionately at anyone.

At the moment it is even more intense, with eyes that look like they have little hooks at the end, compelling the mind just by looking at them.

As if remembering something, he curled his lips and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Lowering his head, he presses it against Sheng Mingzhi's ear, trailing off with a smile, learning what seems to have come from the Twitter comments just today.

Seductive and tingly in general: "Baby, let me fuck you. Okay?"