Chapter 180: Daytime Tough Guy, Nighttime Clingy “Wife” (7)

Chapter 180: Daytime Tough Guy, Nighttime Clingy "Wife" (7)

Dan Yue's face was dark and gloomy as he crossed his legs, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

The position was uncomfortable and made him feel awkward.

But thinking about how he had become so flustered because of Song Chuyi's "brother" made him want to smack himself for being so worked up.

He hadn’t felt this agitated in ages.

It had to be his second personality messing with him.

It had to be.

With a gloomy expression, Dan Yue couldn’t help but reward Song Chuyi with a dream castle in the chat.

The moment the dream castle worth 8888 appeared, everyone in the chat flooded him with thanks. Some even asked directly on the public screen what song Dan Yue liked.

Dan Yue ignored those people and stared straight at Song Chuyi.

This spoiled brat really had no conscience, not even saying a word of thanks.

Dan Yue clicked his tongue lightly and, with a gentle tap, sent out two more dream castles.

Wait, what? Is this guy serious?

No, wait.

Song Chuyi keenly sensed something was off.

He quickly glanced at Dan Yue and found him looking down at his phone.

A strange thought popped into Song Chuyi's mind.

Could this "Y" really be Dan Yue?

A bodyguard like Dan Yue shouldn’t have that kind of money, right?

Song Chuyi began to have a little doubt about Dan Yue's identity.

"Spoiled brat."

Dan Yue's voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you staring at?"

Song Chuyi hastily averted his gaze and checked his microphone.

Hmm… it was closed.

Although he had a little suspicion about Dan Yue's identity, he still maintained his spoiled brat demeanor and hummed lightly.

"Didn’t I say no talking?"

Dan Yue bit his lip, feeling an itch in his chest that he couldn’t quite reach.

The tickling sensation even spread to his teeth.

He wanted to nip at the delicate skin of the spoiled brat.

Preferably biting him until he clenched his fist and pounded his own chest, only for his knuckles to turn red against his hard chest.

The spoiled brat's eyes would brim with tears, gazing at him with a mix of accusation and hurt.

His throat tightened, and Dan Yue felt a wave of heat wash over him.

The imagination continued.

He would obediently listen to the spoiled brat, lower his head to apologize, and press a kiss to his reddened hand.

Leaving a trail of red marks on his pale, flushed skin.

The itch in his heart grew stronger.

Dan Yue's eyes darkened, tinged with a dangerous red, as he stared at Song Chuyi like he wanted to consume him whole.

Song Chuyi wasn't looking at Dan Yue anymore.

A new boss had entered the virtual room and was now asking them to test their microphones.

When it was his turn, Song Chuyi cleared his throat and said:

"Hey boss, this is Chuyi, number nine."

He then closed his microphone, but he didn't expect the new boss to give him a reward.

Song Chuyi quickly reopened the mic, "What song do you want to hear, boss?"

Dan Yue narrowed his eyes and rewarded Song Chuyi with another dream castle.

"Y: This one's mine."

The host hesitated before speaking up.

"Boss Y, if you're taking Chuyi, you need to reward the full mic with a helicopter."

"The boss who made a request earlier wants one too."

It was a rule in the virtual room; even if they didn't get it, it was fine since they weren't losing anything.

Dan Yue promptly rewarded everyone with a helicopter and gave Song Chuyi ten dream castles.

"Y: Taking him away."

The host practically shouted, "Alright, Boss Y! Chuyi, hop into the boss's room and have fun!"

Before Song Chuyi could respond, the host eagerly booted him out of the room.

Song Chuyi:……

He clicked into "Y's" profile and found that he was only following one person, himself.

This "Y" seemed more and more like Dan Yue.

Song Chuyi flipped his phone facedown on the table, deciding not to reveal Dan Yue's identity.

He crossed his arms, letting out a soft hum.

"My work is done for today."

Dan Yue put away his phone, "Oh? What happened? Did you meet a big boss?"

"I met a big spender," Song Chuyi said with a smile, "Some idiot gave me a hundred thousand in tips."

Dan Yue: ...

"A fool?"

He stood up, his long legs carrying him to Song Chuyi's side.

He gripped Song Chuyi's chin, forcing him to look up.

"So, you're calling your sugar daddy a fool, huh?"

Song Chuyi wasn't angry, instead, he smiled and said, "So, is that fool you?"

His fingertip lightly brushed Dan Yue's cufflink, playing with it.

"My big brother bodyguard~"

Dan Yue froze for a moment, his hand tightening, leaving a faint red mark.

"You..." his chest heaved quickly, "Heh."

He bent down, whispering into Song Chuyi's ear, "Spoiled brat, it's not good to call your sugar daddy a fool behind their back."

He wasn't admitting he was the one.

Song Chuyi's eyes twinkled as he caught on, and immediately changed his tone.

"You're right."

He pretended to be serious.

"I shouldn't talk about my sugar daddy like that."

Dan Yue felt a surge of frustration, wanting to rile up this annoying little brat.

"You little brat."

He cursed—he was a fool for being the sugar daddy, but someone else was called dad?

Heh, that's not fair.

Song Chuyi fiddled with his cufflink, looking innocent.

"Why are you angry?"

Dan Yue let go of Song Chuyi, snorting coldly.

"Because you're being biased."

"Am I?" Song Chuyi poked Dan Yue's chest, feeling its hardness, then quickly pulled back.

"The only one who can stay by my side is my big brother bodyguard~"

Dan Yue's lips tightened as he suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, he finally spoke, "Young master is quite good at flirting, who did you learn that from?"

"Self-taught." Song Chuyi proudly puffed out his chest, "Someone like me who is good at dishing out compliments, you should cherish me."

Dan Yue was amused.

"Besides giving compliments, what else can young master do?"

He hooked his finger under Song Chuyi's chin, his thumb seemingly unintentionally pressing on his slightly pale lips.

"You're so weak, can't lift a finger, what can you do?"

"Or perhaps..."

His voice was low, subtly mixed with a hint of anger.

"Are you relying on that mouth to please others and get them to give you rewards, hmm?"

Song Chuyi looked up at Dan Yue with a smile in his eyes.

"Bodyguard bro, are you jealous?"

It was phrased as a question, but it wasn’t one.

"Hah!" Dan Yue laughed exaggeratedly, suddenly letting go of him, "Me, jealous?"

He repeated it, like he didn’t want to admit anything, and turned to leave.

Song Chuyi watched his back and chuckled softly.

"Clearly, you are jealous."

As he laughed, he started coughing.

After coughing for a while, he finally recovered and massaged his sore jaw, opening the WeChat group.

At the same time, Dan Yue bolted down the stairs.

"Boss Dan." His subordinate bowed, "The medicine has been delivered."

"Hmm." Dan Yue’s expression turned grim, "Bring the medicine over."

"Yes." The subordinate quickly brought the medicine over.

Dan Yue glanced through it, his eyes flashing slightly.