Chapter 185: Daytime Fierce Boss is a Clingy Husband at Night (12)

Chapter 185: Daytime Fierce Boss is a Clingy Husband at Night (12)

Song Chuyi, who was pretending to be asleep, felt his heart tighten for a moment, almost thinking his pretense had been discovered.

But soon he heard Dan Yue speak again.

"The only special one is this little master."

Guan Zizhen's smile became more genuine. "I appreciate your honesty."

Dan Yue clicked his tongue. "I’ve already brought him here—what’s there to be honest about?"

"You’re becoming more and more useless."

He crossed his arms, his expression cold and stern.

Guan Zizhen felt a throbbing in his temple. If not for the years they’ve known each other, he would have slapped him by now.

"Why do you call him 'little master'?"

Guan Zizhen took a deep breath. "If I recall correctly, he was brought back by your second personality as a server."

"Ah, yeah," Dan Yue replied offhandedly, "but now he’s my little master. Problem?"

Guan Zizhen was speechless.

"You seem unhappy today?"

Dan Yue's eyes flickered, his gaze falling on Song Chuyi's sleeping face.

The little master's skin was very fair, delicate and tender, any mark left on it would appear shocking.

"I'm not very pleased," Dan Yue's voice was low, "The other one went too far."

Guan Zizhen twitched at the corner of his mouth. He had never encountered Dan Yue's second personality.

But he guessed that the second personality wouldn’t like the nickname "the third one."

"No, wait," Dan Yue suddenly said.

Guan Zizhen looked at him in surprise.

Had this man finally realized something?

But Dan Yue sneered, "I think he should be called 'the third one' instead."

Guan Zizhen was speechless.

"What did your second personality do to him?"

Dan Yue gave Guan Zizhen a cold look.

"How am I supposed to know?"

The little master is very delicate; even a light touch makes him push me away.

Who knows what the third one told him, that he willingly let himself be kissed and left so many marks.

Just thinking about the bruises he saw that morning made Dan Yue clench his teeth in frustration.

Guan Zizhen sighed helplessly, "It seems that your second personality really likes him."

"Of course." Dan Yue gently hooked Song Chuyi's little finger, finding it amusing, and gave it a light shake.

"A spoiled brat like him, who wouldn't find him adorable?"

Suddenly, Dan Yue seemed to remember something, and his eyes darkened.

"Never mind, since you're useless, there's no need to talk about this anymore."

He hugged the "sleeping" Song Chuyi and stood up. "Let's go."

Guan Zizhen quickly stood up. "Wait, I haven't talked to him yet."

Dan Yue paused in his steps and looked back at Guan Zizhen.

For a moment, Guan Zizhen felt as if he was being targeted by a beast of prey, the killing intent piercing him, leaving him frozen and cold.

"No need," Dan Yue said with a slight smile. "I'll take good care of the spoiled brat."

Guan Zizhen stood still, saying nothing.

He stood frozen, his body numb, but his eyes followed Dan Yue as he left.

It took Guan Zizhen a full ten minutes to recover.

He picked up the medical record and wrote four words under the patient's mental state: Extremely dangerous.

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Dan Yue carried him to the car.

Song Chuyi secretly opened his eyes and found himself staring into Dan Yue's deep, intense gaze.

"Awake?"

Dan Yue pinched his cheek.

"We're done meeting my friend. Where would you like to go?"

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up. "I want to go shopping!"

Dan Yue raised an eyebrow slightly. "Can you walk?"

Song Chuyi looked down at his legs and pinched them.

While he had regained some strength, walking was still challenging.

He slumped dejectedly. "I can't walk very far."

Dan Yue patted his butt. "Trying to flirt with someone?"

Song Chuyi:……

His face flushed, and he avoided Dan Yue's gaze.

By this time, traffic had come to a standstill, and the screens outside were showing performances from the Imperial Voice Hall's singers.

Especially the top-ranked singer, displayed on a massive screen with detailed information alongside it.

These look way cooler than being a celebrity.

Seeing that Song Chuyi was ignoring him, Dan Yue smacked his butt again.

"Want to take first place?"

Song Chuyi looked back at him. "Stop messing around, it hurts!"

Dan Yue lowered his eyes and stared at his face.

His gaze slowly moved downward, landing on a red mark on Song Chuyi's neck.

He hooked his finger under Song Chuyi's collar and sneered.

"Does it hurt more than this?"

That mark is so dark; he must have been really rough when he kissed you.

That second personality, what did he do to get the spoiled brat to fall for him?

Song Chuyi coughed and tugged at his collar, barely concealing the red mark.

"It's not the same."

"What's so different?" Dan Yue asked, his amusement turning to anger as he pressed down on Song Chuyi's shoulders. "He gets to, but I don't?"

Dan Yue felt a knot of frustration in his chest, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth.

"Spoiled brat, how can you be so biased, hmm?"

Song Chuyi let out a soft cry as Dan Yue's grip caused some pain.

Dan Yue let go, a trace of irritation flashing in his eyes.

"You're so delicate, and you just let him kiss you like that?"

Song Chuyi felt a little guilty, but that was because he lost the game.

If I had won, would I have let Yuyu kiss me? I would have smacked him on the butt right away!

Dan Yue snorted in frustration.

"Let's go home."

He gave the order, and the driver obediently headed towards the villa.

Seeing Dan Yue's gloomy expression, Song Chuyi knew he was angry and tentatively moved closer.

His small hand pulled at his sleeve and explained, "I lost to you in a game yesterday."

"This is the punishment for losing."

Dan Yue was stunned. "What game?"

"We were rolling dice. The higher number wins."

Dan Yue twitched the corner of his mouth. "You... idiot."

"Next time, no more playing such childish and simple games. This can't stump me."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up. "What kind of game can stump you?"

Dan Yue hugged him into his arms. "No game can stump me."

Song Chuyi almost rolled her eyes. That’s like saying nothing at all.

Dan Yue seemed very pleased with Song Chuyi's reaction and his lips curved into a smile.

"But since you played with him, you should play with me too."

The car slowly came to a stop, and Dan Yue picked him up, carrying him into the bedroom.

After setting him down in a chair, he took out some dice and placed them in front of Song Chuyi.

"How many times did you play with him?"

Song Chuyi shook his head. "I lost count, probably a few dozen times."

"Alright, let’s play a hundred rounds." Dan Yue placed the dice shaker in front of him. "If I win, you give me a kiss."

Song Chuyi picked up the dice shaker. "What if you lose?"

"There’s no way I’ll lose." Dan Yue was very confident.

Song Chuyi snorted lightly. "Impossible."

Dan Yue paused. "If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me."

"You can ask for anything."

Only then was Song Chuyi satisfied. "Okay."

The first round of the game began, and unsurprisingly, Song Chuyi lost.

Dan Yue's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice taking on a slightly hoarse tone.

"Take off your clothes."