Chapter 128 Is My Man’s Bed Comfortable?

Chapter 128: Does My Man's Bed Sleep Well?

Maybe it was because he'd gotten a little older, or because of Shen Shiyan's influence, Shen Ci's wardrobe was mostly black, white, and gray now.

He was good-looking, but when he wasn't smiling, he gave off a "stay away" vibe.

When Shen Shiyan walked into his office after the meeting, this is what he saw: Shen Ci sat in his own executive chair, dressed all in black, hair loose, eyes glued to the screen, his lips pressed together coldly.

He looked more like the boss than Shen Shiyan did.

Shen Shiyan walked over quietly, resting a hand on the desk, following Shen Ci's gaze.

"..."

President Shen was playing Minesweeper.

"Having fun?" Shen Shiyan asked, a bit helplessly.

"Not bad," Shen Ci replied seriously, then a mine blew him up. "But not as fun as you."

The cold look on his face completely disappeared. He gave Shen Shiyan a faint smile. "Are you done with work?"

"I'm done." Shen Shiyan reached out and ruffled his hair. "Like you said, I'm going to wash the car now. Want to come with me, bro?"

"No." Shen Ci tugged his tie, pulling him down a little more, and kissed Shen Shiyan on the lips. "I want cream mousse. Bring me two on your way back."

Shen Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then asked calmly, "Eat it the normal way?"

Shen Ci blinked, looking at him innocently. "What else?"

"You'd better be." Shen Shiyan touched the back of his hand to Shen Ci's cheek, then leaned in and whispered a warning, "Don't let me catch you staying up late again, smearing cream on me and licking it off."

"Sleepwalking doesn't count," Shen Ci brushed off his warning. "And I really do want it today."

"Anything else?" Shen Shiyan straightened up and grabbed the car keys off the desk.

Shaking his head, Shen Ci turned back to the computer and started a new game of Minesweeper. "Nothing else, brother."

Shen Shiyan hummed in agreement, then at the door he added, "If you're sleepy, go sleep in the break room. Don't nap on the desk."

"Got it." Shen Ci waved at Shen Shiyan.

Shen Ci thought Shen Shiyan knew him way too well. After playing for about ten minutes, he started getting sleepy. Sometimes he was really grateful to the girl who had asked for his autograph at Jinting and introduced him to cosplay. He didn't want to think about how much time he'd spend sleeping at his desk if he had a regular job or worked in business.

After stretching, he turned off the computer and slowly got up to go nap in the break room.

He lay down but couldn't get to sleep. Shen Ci felt something was off.

When he got to Chonghe yesterday, Shen Ci hadn't entered the break room, but today he looked around and found that the furnishings hadn't changed in four years.

After staring at the ceiling for three minutes, he gave up trying to figure it out. He reached out and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

The moment the blanket's soft fibers brushed his chin, Shen Ci realized what was wrong.

It was the smell.

The room and the blanket both had a faint, barely noticeable scent that didn't belong to Shen Shiyan. It was very subtle, but Shen Ci could smell it.

A cold look flashed in Shen Ci's eyes for a moment.

He flipped over and got out of bed, going back to the office. He took out his phone and sent a message to Shen Shiyan.

"Shen Ci: Brother, are there new blankets and pillows in the break room?"

He took a deep breath. Having covered himself with that blanket, he now felt a bit uncomfortable all over.

His phone vibrated.

"Shen Shiyan: There are some at the top of the closet."

"Shen Shiyan: What's wrong?"

Shen Ci replied with a cute emoji.

"Shen Ci: It's dirty."

A voice message came through, sounding really gentle.

"If it's dirty, just leave it there. I'll take care of it. If the mattress is also dirty, lie on the sofa for a while. I'll be back in at most forty minutes."

Shen Ci wasn't sleepy anymore. He typed "Okay" and hit send.

Shen Ci knew exactly what kind of person Shen Shiyan was. His own expression turned cold and hard. He went back to the break room and stripped the blanket and sheets from the bed, tossing them into a corner.

Shen Ci figured someone had secretly copied the key to Shen Shiyan's break room and would sneak in during lunch or in the evening to nap.

The surveillance in Shen Shiyan's office wasn't usually on. Work tasks and instructions were passed down through his executive assistant, so basically only one person, Assistant Chen, came near every day.

Chen Qing...

Shen Ci tsked at the thought.

Chonghe employees get off work at twelve. It was now 11:47.

Shen Ci remembered that Chen Qing had an outside assignment today, so naturally he didn't expect Chen Qing to be at the company.

He leaned against the bathroom door, looking down at his phone, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the time on the top status bar over and over.

12:10.

He heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of the break room door.

Shen Ci tapped the back of his phone twice with his fingernail, producing a "click click" sound.

So he did show up today.

Shen Ci didn't move. He listened to the footsteps approaching, and then he smiled and greeted Chen Qing as he came into the bedroom. "Assistant Chen, good afternoon."

Chen Qing's expression was very stiff. The veins on his forehead were tight from nervousness, twitching uncontrollably.

"How..." he stammered, swallowing hard. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his face.

"How am I here?" Shen Ci interrupted him slowly, his expression relaxed, as if watching a good show. "My husband's room—why wouldn't I be here?"

"But Assistant Chen, where did you get the key?" Shen Ci's tone was light, his casual gaze sweeping over Chen Qing's already shaky legs. "How's my man's bed treating you?"

Chen Qing grabbed at his pants and rubbed them nervously.

"You misunderstand." He forced an awkward smile. "I just came to deliver documents. I saw President Shen's door was open and thought it might need cleaning."

"Really?" Shen Ci twisted a strand of his own hair between his fingers a couple of times and laughed. "Are you sure you came to clean, not to act like a slut?"

Chen Qing hadn't expected Shen Ci to be so direct and harsh; the expression on his face turned extremely ugly.

He couldn't even imagine someone would say something so uncivilized.

"Someone like you can claw your way to President Shen?" Chen Qing met Shen Ci's eyes. "You're just relying on that face. I'm not worse-looking than you."

"Claw up?"

Unlike Shen Shiyan, Shen Ci was petty and vindictive, and since becoming a blogger, he'd ditched what little decency he had.

"You know how mad I am today." Shen Ci opened his phone and checked the time. "How long do you think your precious President Shen is gonna be on his knees tonight?"

"What's that got to do with me?" Chen Qing gritted his teeth, jealousy clear in his voice. "Guys like him always have side pieces on the low. The only reason he still looks at you now is that he hasn't gotten bored of you yet."

Shen Ci looked at him, nodded very calmly, and motioned for him to keep going.

"I'm not a bad catch. I wouldn't mind being kept by President Shen on the side."

Shen Ci was dumbstruck for three seconds before busting out laughing. He had no idea where Chen Qing got the nerve.

"Sure, I've got no problem with that." Shen Ci put on the magnanimous air of the main squeeze.

Just as Chen Qing was about to speak, the lounge door was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Shiyan stood frozen at the door, holding a cake box in one hand and a bouquet of diamond-studded roses in the other.

"Assistant Chen?" After snapping out of it, Shen Shiyan's expression cooled slightly as he walked past Chen Qing to Shen Ci.

"Brother~" Shen Ci suddenly called out in a sweet, drawn-out tone. "Assistant Chen here says that big shots like you all keep side pieces."

"..." Shen Shiyan's brows furrowed.

"Brother~" another call. "Assistant Chen also said he wants you to be his sugar daddy. I don't mind. You be the judge of whether Assistant Chen's face does it for you."

That was a very passive-aggressive and fake-sweet jab.

"You don't mind?" Shen Shiyan furrowed his brows even more.

Chen Qing, who had been standing frozen and dared not speak, seemed to see a ray of hope upon hearing that.

He raised his head and looked at Shen Shiyan. "I..."

"Chen Qing, you're fired, effective immediately." Shen Shiyan turned and shot him a cold glare.

Chen Qing's words got stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Brother, you're such a hardass—Assistant Chen here has been sneaking into your bed every day when you're away," Shen Ci said, shaking his head with fake regret.

Out of Chen Qing's line of sight, Shen Ci hooked his fingers into Shen Shiyan's belt loop and pulled him closer with force.

"I haven't rested in the office for a long time." Shen Shiyan no longer looked at Chen Qing, instead coaxing Shen Ci. "I'll tear down and rebuild the office. Don't be angry, baby."

Shen Ci wrapped his arms around Shen Shiyan's waist, stood on tiptoe to rest his chin on Shen Shiyan's shoulder, and said to Chen Qing with great regret: "Assistant Chen, I'm sorry, but you probably don't meet the requirements for my husband's kept-boy standards."

Chen Qing bit his lip, tried to speak several times, but finally choked back his words and turned to leave.