Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Before the system could play the song, Ye Weian promptly muted it.

Then he stared intently at Zhou Huaichen: "Are you coming with me?"

Zhou Huaichen remained silent, simply meeting his gaze in quiet contemplation.

Ye Weian noticed the grape scent from him had turned somewhat bitter, and couldn’t help shaking his head.

—"What a sourpuss."

—"Later, when we see Uncle Wang, I’ll ask him to prepare a bottle of well-aged vinegar for A Chen. He can dip his mapo tofu in it!"

Zhou Huaichen: "..."

Ye Weian mocked lightly in his mind, but his expression remained serious as he said, "I asked Sister Long to book two tickets. If you’re not going, I’ll have her refund one."

His tone was offhand, but the words stirred a subtle tremor in Zhou Huaichen’s heart.

Zhou Huaichen gazed at him deeply: "Two... tickets?"

Ye Weian nodded: "So, are you coming or not?"

—"Why even ask? A Chen will definitely agree."

—"I’m so handsome and gorgeous—A Chen must be afraid I’ll run away."

Highly confident in his own appearance, Ye Weian was certain Zhou Huaichen would agree.

Just then, the system, having returned via a Trojan, overheard Ye Weian’s plan and instantly went numb: "...Can’t get hyped."

System: "If President Zhou goes too, it’ll be a battlefield!"

System: "Host, you can’t be this diabolical."

Ye Weian ignored it, still gazing fervently at Zhou Huaichen.

Zhou Huaichen slowly curved the corners of his lips into a smile: "Okay."

The grape scent around him instantly lost its bitterness, becoming even sweeter than usual.

Ye Weian was very satisfied: "I checked the weather there. It’s colder in the mountains than in the capital. Remember to pack warm clothes."

Zhou Huaichen looked at him tenderly: "Okay."

The atmosphere between them grew sweet and sticky again.

System: "..."

Screw it. Whoever wants to get hyped, get hyped.

This system is going into hibernation!

Thinking about the upcoming battlefield, the system felt it should play itself a song like "It's Not a Crime for Systems to Cry."

No... to chase away the gloom, it instead chose to play "The Most Dazzling Folk Style."

Ye Weian: "!"

He’d had enough and coldly warned the system: "If you poison my mind with this song again, I’ll quit the mission. We might as well die together."

System: "..."

System: "Wuwuwu, I’m just a sad little system, wanting to hug my small and helpless self and lick my wounds."

Ye Weian: "..."

Ye Weian: "Don’t worry, I’ll handle Yan Qing."

The system was not reassured.

With a host full of unpredictable tricks and the novel’s biggest boss, based on past experience, that little white flower Yan Qing would definitely be infuriated to death by the host and Big Boss Zhou teaming up.

The system said gloomily, "Take it easy. If Yan Qing gets angered to death, the mission will truly fail."

Ye Weian reassured it again: "Don’t worry."

System: "..."

...

Ye Weian and Zhou Huaichen returned to the Zhou residence.

Uncle Wang had already prepared a table full of dishes waiting for them. Seeing Ye Weian, Uncle Wang said with a smile: "It’s been a while since you last visited."

Ye Weian glanced back at Zhou Huaichen and said, "It’s all his fault—always away on business."

Zhou Huaichen nodded: "My mistake."

His voice was soft, clearly in a very good mood. "I’ll stay home more often from now on."

Ye Weian gave him a look that said, "That’s more like it."

Zhou Huaichen chuckled softly.

Uncle Wang observed them, silently marveling. Being scolded by Young Master Ye and having his schedule controlled, yet still so happy—it seemed his young master had truly developed feelings.

A few days ago, the old master had asked about the progress between the young master and Young Master Ye. Later, he would tell the old master that they could start preparing the betrothal gifts or dowry.

After sitting down, Ye Weian said to Uncle Wang, "Could you bring a bottle of vinegar, please?"

Uncle Wang was puzzled but swiftly brought the vinegar, asking curiously, "None of today’s dishes need vinegar. It’s usually for hot pot…"

Ye Weian pointed at Zhou Huaichen: "Put it in front of him."

Uncle Wang: "?"

Zhou Huaichen: "..."

Ye Weian said: "A Chen is fond of vinegar."

Uncle Wang: "?"

Having been the chef at the Zhou residence for decades, he’d never heard that the young master liked vinegar.

Ye Weian looked at Zhou Huaichen: "Right?"

—"Big vinegar vat!"

Zhou Huaichen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He poured some vinegar into a bowl and said, "Yes, I just felt like having some today."

Uncle Wang was baffled.

He’s not pregnant, so why would he suddenly crave something he doesn't usually eat?

Ye Weian shook his head at Zhou Huaichen.

"No, you’ll be eating it later too."

"Definitely."

Zhou Huaichen gave him an amused look. "You’re being cheeky."

Ye Weian raised an eyebrow proudly.

"Who says I can’t keep you in line?"

Zhou Huaichen lowered his gaze, hiding the amusement in his eyes.

He could.

This person could keep everything about him in check.

After the meal, Ye Weian slumped comfortably in his chair.

Zhou Huaichen, as usual, rubbed his belly for him.

Ye Weian lazily praised, "A Chen, your technique is great."

Uncle Wang watched from the side, thinking the scene looked familiar.

He glanced up toward the living room and happened to see the maid petting the two newly adopted stray cats.

The two stray cats were sprawled on the sofa, comfortably letting the maid scratch their bellies.

Uncle Wang: "..."

No wonder it looked familiar!

These two stray cats were local strays with untamed temperaments, rarely letting the household staff get close.

But since the maid had rescued them, they were quite attached to her.

Moreover, these two strays were pretty sharp—they knew who the master of the house was and always meowed to win over the young master.

Uncle Wang's gaze returned to Ye Weian and Zhou Huaichen.

Mr. Ye was no stray—he was the fanciest, most beautiful purebred.

And Mr. Ye didn’t need to curry favor with the young master; the young master would gladly give him the best of everything.

This was good.

The young master had always been solitary, and the old man was afraid he’d end up alone.

After massaging Ye Weian’s stomach for about ten minutes, Zhou Huaichen pulled his hand back and said gently, "Shall we go for a walk outside?"

Ye Weian hummed comfortably but remained sprawled in his chair, unwilling to move.

Zhou Huaichen, noticing his attitude, smiled slightly. "We’ve got two new cats at home. Would you like to go see them?"

Before he turned into a zombie, Ye Weian was pretty fond of cats and dogs. Hearing this, he sat up straight. "Sure."

The two cats were plain-coated, but their eyes were bright and shiny. Though not grape-purple, they were still very pretty.

Zhou Huaichen reached out and pet each cat’s head, then pointed at Ye Weian and said, "He’s your owner too. Remember that, okay?"

Ye Weian: "..."

*Scheming A Chen, taking advantage of me.*

Zhou Huaichen’s expression remained unchanged.

The cats butted his hand with their heads, then strutted over to Ye Weian, as if checking him out.

Zhou Huaichen said softly, "These are both girls. They don’t have names yet. Wei An, want to name them?"

Ye Weian wanted to play with the cats, but they were still observing him, as if assessing whether he could be another owner.

Amused, he said offhandedly to Zhou Huaichen, "You name them."

*They’re your cats—you name them.*

Zhou Huaichen said gently, "I recall your Husky and Samoyed are named Ye Yi and Ye Er?"

Ye Weian nodded.

Zhou Huaichen: "Then let’s call these two Zhou San and Zhou Si. What do you think?"

Ye Weian looked up at him.

Zhou Huaichen met his gaze, his eyes gentle. "If we live together in the future, the four of them will be siblings. Naming them similarly will make it easier to recognize them."

Ye Weian narrowed his eyes. "Live together?"

Zhou Huaichen’s voice was deep and husky: "Yes... live together. How does that sound?"

Ye Weian: "..."

System: "..."

Uh-oh, President Zhou is trying to woo the young master again!!!

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I’m here!

Forgot to mention—I tweaked the last chapter. —10.11. Thanks so much for your support. I’ll keep it up!