Chapter 54: I Miss You

Chapter 54: I Missed You

After dinner, Chu Yan lounged lazily on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

The buzz from the first live broadcast of *Rebirth Challenge* was still lingering, with several participants remaining on the trending list. As for today’s brief moment involving Fu Hongan, it was purely accidental—rising quickly and fading even faster. Liao Jian hadn’t even had time to ask Chu Yan about it before the topic was completely scrubbed from trending.

So, Chu Yan had no idea he had been on the hot search with Fu Hongan at all.

Li Wenzhang’s popularity didn’t last long, while Lu Zhaoyang was facing unprecedented backlash. However, *Love and Romance* was set to premiere next week, also in a live format, and the marketing blitz had already begun in full swing these past two days.

The overwhelming marketing made it seem as though the variety show was already a smash hit. And as if on purpose, they scheduled the live broadcast for the same day as the second episode of *Rebirth*.

Hmph. This was practically an in-your-face challenge.

Chu Yan was quite looking forward to it.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chu Yan was confused—he hadn’t ordered takeout.

Wang Moumou: "Open the door."

It was that damn male model!

Chu Yan’s eyes immediately brightened, the joy flashing in them something even he hadn’t noticed.

Barefoot, he rushed to the door. The moment it swung open, a tall figure pressed him back.

"Mmm~"

Chu Yan’s eyes widened as the man pinned him against the wall and captured his lips.

Instinctively, he gripped the man’s arms tightly, his entire body pressed against the wall. Yet the large hand cradling the back of his head forced him even closer, as if trying to mold him into the man’s body.

The searing heat nearly ignited Chu Yan’s entire being in an instant. His face burned fiercely, his whole body enveloped in an all-consuming presence.

"Open your mouth, dummy~"

The affectionate whisper, laced with heat, and the deep, mesmerizing tone left Chu Yan’s mind completely empty.

His body had forgotten how to react, but his lips obediently parted slightly at the man’s urging.

Sure enough, the next second, he was claimed again. A fierce presence surged forward, conquering his mouth with relentless intensity. Chu Yan was utterly defenseless.

Fortunately, just as he was about to suffocate, the aggressive assault softened into a tender caress.

The man’s rough breathing carried a possessive need, as if he wanted to consume Chu Yan whole. Chu Yan’s body stiffened involuntarily, his breathing ragged, his entire being as though bewitched by an alluring demon.

He had no control left.

Wave after wave of electric tingles made Chu Yan’s legs weak. Thankfully, the man’s large hand remained firmly on the back of his head, his body entirely under the man’s command.

The man’s lips were fiery and demanding, yet gradually restrained—as if arriving with the fury of a storm, only to end with the gentlest of touches.

The sound of his own heartbeat was deafening.

When finally released, Chu Yan drew ragged breaths, his ears flaming red under the weight of the man’s suppressed desire.

His legs felt weak.

Damn male model.

"Why are you here?"

The two were still pressed together. Fu Junhang had only slightly pulled back, tilting his head so their noses brushed, their scorching breaths mingling. When Chu Yan spoke, his exhale brushed against Fu Junhang’s lips, sending a maddening tease through his entire being.

Fu Junhang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the fire in his abdomen flared hotter.

His gaze lowered, utterly unable to tear itself away from Chu Yan’s moist lips.

Chu Yan’s lips were already soft and rosy, but now, freshly kissed, they looked even more tempting.

"Missed you."

Fu Junhang’s eyes darkened further as he struggled to suppress his burning need, chuckling lowly against Chu Yan’s lips.

Already weak-kneed, Chu Yan almost gave way at the words.

The man’s amused voice was irresistibly seductive, and now, laced with restraint, it dropped even lower—deep, magnetic, like a wordless vow.

Chu Yan was convinced this man had some kind of bewitching power. Just a few words from him felt like an incubus's whisper in his ear, sending his heart into chaos.

And those eyes—so unreasonably gorgeous, yet completely unaware. Was he trying to steal his soul with that intense, hungry stare?

Chu Yan swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, too afraid to meet the man’s eyes.

"Why miss me? I’m your employer, not your sugar daddy~"

Chu Yan’s voice was soft, still slightly trembling from his unsteady breathing.

Fu Junhang felt his own breath grow even more erratic, completely beyond his control.

Though Chu Yan said that, he couldn’t deny the burst of happiness in his chest at the man’s words.

Fu Junhang found his little act of denial completely endearing.

Unable to resist, he leaned down to peck Chu Yan’s lips once more before murmuring:

"Whether sugar daddy or employer, isn’t it all up to you?"

Way too suggestive.

Chu Yan bit his lip, his face flushed deeper.

He mentally scolded himself for being so weak—after all, they’d already slept together multiple times. What was there to be shy about? Yet his body refused to cooperate.

"Since when did you become so smooth-talking?"

Chu Yan playfully thumped the man’s chest, only to immediately cringe at his own ridiculously coy action.

Would the male model be grossed out by that?

Little did he know, in the eyes of the infatuated, even flaws become charms. Far from being repulsed, Fu Junhang found Chu Yan’s exaggerated little act impossibly cute.

Chu Yan’s voice was already honeyed and musical, and this teasing hit, delivered like a coquettish whine, sent Fu Junhang’s pulse racing.

To mask his embarrassment, Chu Yan finally pushed the man away—only to notice Fu Junhang had brought something with him.

"What’s that?"

Fu Junhang grinned, triumphantly displaying the items. He pulled Chu Yan onto the sofa and began revealing them one by one.

"I brought you a cake."

Chu Yan's eyes instantly sparkled. From the packaging, he recognized it as an extremely famous—and ridiculously expensive—brand in this world, based on the original host's memories.

Fu Junhang couldn't help but chuckle at the way Chu Yan's eyes sparkled. He opened the box right in front of him and scooped a small bite onto a spoon, holding it to Chu Yan's lips.

"Try it."

Chu Yan was like an eager puppy waiting to be fed—impatient but obediently holding still until the food reached his mouth, then opening wide to take a big bite.

"Slow down," Fu Junhang said fondly, ruffling Chu Yan's hair. "Good?"

Indeed, feeding his sugar baby was an incredibly amusing experience.

How could his little patron be so adorable?

"Mhm, more!"

Chu Yan had never realized that sharing food with someone could feel like this—the joy of tasting something delicious was doubled. He didn’t even notice how childish he’d become in front of this man.

Fu Junhang happily obliged, but just as Chu Yan leaned in for another bite, he suddenly pulled a bait-and-switch, catching Chu Yan’s lips instead.

The sweetness of the cake instantly spread between them, its silky texture indistinguishable from the softness of Fu Junhang’s lips. The flavor intensified, overwhelming Chu Yan’s senses.

Staring dazedly at the handsome face so close to his, Chu Yan’s heartbeat thundered.

It was so hard.

So hard not to be smitten.

Fu Junhang was thoroughly pleased.

Now this was how cake should be eaten.

A charged intimacy filled the air. Even though it was the height of summer, inexplicably, even the sweltering summer air turned sweet.

This was lethal.

But still...

"Why did you suddenly bring me cake? Oh, right—how’s your injury?"

Blame it on Fu Junhang’s overwhelming charm—Chu Yan had completely forgotten to ask about the important matters.

Little did he know, greeting him with a passionate kiss the moment he walked in was just Fu Junhang’s instinct. Watching Chu Yan eat the cake had made it impossible for him to resist stealing another kiss. It was all instinct, the most honest reaction of his body and heart.

Though, admittedly, he had picked up a few tricks online.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Then I’ll bring you more in the future. So you're banned from accepting cakes from other men."

Chu Yan: "..."

Ah, so that's it.

Who knew a man could be such a jealous type?

But Fu Junhang’s next move would show Chu Yan that a man’s pettiness knew no bounds—and that the only one pettier was himself.

After finishing the cake, Fu Junhang pulled out another gift.

A dainty gold collarbone chain.

The fine, lightweight gold links shimmered, ending in a lifelike mini cake pendant. The tiny cake even had an equally realistic miniature strawberry on top, making the whole piece iridescent, especially under the light. The cake, adorned with a pink strawberry, perfectly complemented Chu Yan’s hair color, creating an unexpectedly romantic effect.

Logically, such a whimsical design should have felt tacky—but it didn’t. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, right down to the vibrant pink of the strawberry, as radiant as cherry blossoms.

*Tch.* That definitely cost a fortune, Chu Yan thought.

"Let me put it on you."

Fu Junhang could hardly wait. Of course it was exquisite—it was a bespoke piece by an internationally renowned master.

Chu Yan felt conflicted. Having lived two lives, he’d rarely received gifts—let alone ones given without any occasion at all.

"Mm."

Chu Yan’s skin was naturally fair, and his collarbones were slightly prominent, with deep, attractive hollows. When the slender golden chain was put on, its lightweight links settled perfectly against Chu Yan’s neck, making his skin appear even paler. With every breath he took, the chain shifted subtly, and the mini cake pendant glimmered with a sweet, enticing glow.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Fu Junhang stared at the hollow of Chu Yan’s collarbone, his throat grew tight.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

"Beautiful."

His voice came out even huskier.

So beautiful. He wanted to adorn his little patron with every exquisite collarbone chain in the world.

Chu Yan flushed hot under his hungry stare, but he couldn’t deny his delight. The man certainly knew how to pick gifts.

Then Fu Junhang pulled out another small box.

Chu Yan blinked. Did people usually give *this* many gifts at once?

A pair of earrings.

Tiny, delicate cake studs with pastel pink frosting, so lifelike they almost seemed to emit the sweet peach scent.

They were gorgeous, exquisitely crafted—ingenious craftsmanship.

But...

*More* cakes?

The original host had pierced ears, and Chu Yan occasionally wore earrings—though he only wore one.

"Do you like them?"

"Yeah."

The cake theme was unexpected, but the craftsmanship was undeniably impressive. Chu Yan had no idea where this man kept digging up all these "little cakes."

But then...

After putting the necklace on Chu Yan, Fu Junhang took out another small box.

This time, it was a bracelet.

Unsurprisingly, it was another miniature cake.

Though equally exquisite and beautiful, still...

Chu Yan was getting exasperated.

Is this guy crazy?

"I don’t want to wear it on my wrist."

Chu Yan resisted, afraid people might start calling him "Pastry Prince." He didn’t want to be decked out from head to toe in tiny cakes.

"Don’t you like it?"

Fu Junhang’s disappointment was obvious; his face fell.

"I searched for so long and called in a lot of favors to complete this set."

Damn him and his modeling.

But no, he couldn’t give in.

"I... have a photo shoot in a few days. If I have to move around like last time, wearing it on my wrist would be inconvenient."

Chu Yan tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, but...

Fu Junhang’s gaze drifted from Chu Yan’s slender wrist downward, finally landing on his bare feet.

"I know," Fu Junhang said excitedly, seizing Chu Yan’s foot and draping it over his thigh. "You can wear it on your ankle. That way, it won’t interfere with your work."

Chu Yan: "..."

Ankles could be just as sexy, and Chu Yan’s feet were proof of that. His slender, pale calves were taut and elegant, his feet perfectly arched with a delicate tracery of veins—an unspoken sensuality.

His ankles were so delicate that the bracelet fastened with ease, the tiny cake pendant catching the light.

At that moment, Chu Yan exuded a captivating blend of purity and provocation—ethereal yet carnal, alluring yet dangerous.

"You’re so beautiful."

By the time Chu Yan came to his senses, he was already pressed into the sofa beneath the man.

Fu Junhang loomed over him, his grip on Chu Yan’s ankle unwavering.

Chu Yan’s leg was drawn up, his toes tensing, making the veins on his foot even more pronounced. The delicate ankle, accentuated by the golden chain, was dangerously enticing.

Right now, Chu Yan looked like a soul-stealing enchantress.

Just as Fu Junhang was about to claim him—

Chu Yan swiftly pressed a finger against Fu Junhang’s forehead.

"Hold up!"

"Hmm?"

Fu Junhang’s eyes were dark with desire, his blood boiling, heat practically radiating from his gaze as if he might explode any second.

Risking being scorched by that intense stare, Chu Yan jabbed Fu Junhang’s forehead pointedly.

"Explain yourself first, or you’re not touching me."

"Explain what?"

Fu Junhang was chomping at the bit, barely restraining himself.

"Aren’t you supposed to be broke?"

Chu Yan snapped. Did Fu Junhang think he was clueless? These items had to cost at least millions. The original host had memories of high society—he knew a thing or two about luxury brands, let alone custom pieces like these.

"Tell me, where did you get the money for such expensive things?"

Silence.

All that pent-up desire came to an abrupt halt. Fu Junhang froze in place.