CH 106

Wen Zhecheng’s soft utterance made Chen Luoxing almost think it was his own hallucination. He turned his head to look at the former, only to see Wen Zhecheng’s expression unchanged, with emotions in his eyes gentle and tender.

It seemed like Rong Yuheng wasn’t genuinely expecting an answer from Wen Zhecheng. He turned to the others and asked, “Do you know what flower this is?”

Qiao Tan had seen Rong Yuheng blooming during the talent show and, associating it with the dance “Love Cycle” that Rong Yuheng performed, guessed, “Peach blossom?”

Rong Yuheng shook his head and then, in the loving gaze of Wen Zhecheng, revealed the answer, “Head in bloom.”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

Others, “…”

Chen Luoxing, who had just grasped the underlying meaning, was particularly shocked. He sneakily glanced at the side of Wen Zhecheng but saw that the warmth in the latter’s eyes had frozen into frost.

Forget it, it was a mistake after all.

Returning from the sunroom, it was already past four in the afternoon. Qiao Tan began organizing everyone to prepare dinner, and Rong Yuheng, standing in front of the fridge, suddenly clenched his fist, “Do you guys want dessert?”

Wen Zhecheng caught his little paw, preventing his abrupt and baseless chuunibyou behavior. “You want to make dessert?”

Rong Yuheng patted his little chest, happy to have escaped the role of a storage shelf, “I can make mousse cake, but it needs to freeze overnight and can only be eaten tomorrow.”

Ju Ziyi looked particularly tempted. She leaned over the fridge, asking, “What ingredients do we need? Is it complicated?”

Rong Yuheng said, “Not complicated. Do you like desserts?”

Ju Ziyi replied, “Yes! And I enjoy watching the process of desserts taking shape.”

Rong Yuheng pondered, “Then you must like cake chain stores…”

Ju Ziyi didn’t hear clearly, “What?”

Rong Yuheng shook his head, “It’s nothing.”

This trivial episode was turned over. Since making mousse didn’t require the stove, Rong Yuheng was afraid of interfering with the serious cooking work of the others. So, he took the ingredients and went to the living room to make it.

Ju Ziyi couldn’t resist the temptation of dessert, instantly abandoning the three people in the kitchen and eagerly approached Rong Yuheng, “Let me see, let me see!”

Rong Yuheng generously moved over for her, “We can make mousse together!”

Ju Ziyi was about to agree, but for some reason, she reflexively turned her head and glanced at the kitchen where Wen Zhecheng was.

Seeing that Wen Zhecheng was busy preparing dinner and didn’t look their way, Ju Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief. She said to Rong Yuheng, “Okay, teach me.”

Rong Yuheng asked, “What flavor do you like? Chocolate or fruit?”

Ju Ziyi said, “Fruit, there are mangoes in the fridge.”

Rong Yuheng’s eyes lit up, “Good, and it happens that Teacher Wen also likes mango flavor. How delightful!”

Ju Ziyi, “…” She regretted it. Why did she voluntarily seek out dog food to eat?

Can this show really be aired after this?

With a skeptical attitude, Ju Ziyi peeled the mango according to Rong Yuheng’s instructions and mashed it into a paste, putting it aside.

Rong Yuheng, while guiding Ju Ziyi in making the cake batter, casually chatted with her, “When you learn, you can make it whenever you want.”

Ju Ziyi, excitedly smashing Oreo cookies, with chocolate bits popping out, said, “I want to, but I’m not good at it. Also, after making it, I can’t finish it alone.”

Rong Yuheng subtly guided her, “You can find a like-minded friend. Making it together will double the joy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from the kitchen, “That’s right.”

“…” Rong Yuheng turned to look, meeting Wen Zhecheng’s bright and shining eyes.

The calculation method of the Wen family appeared in his mind for a second, and Rong Yuheng’s earlobes instantly turned warm. He glared at Wen Zhecheng, signaling him not to act, and then turned back to continue chatting with Ju Ziyi.

Ju Ziyi, suspiciously glancing at the two, always felt that something profound had flashed under her eyelids.

She temporarily set aside this subtle feeling and said to Rong Yuheng, “I don’t know who to find. My friends around me only eat, never cook, hahaha~” After saying this, she paused and looked at Rong Yuheng, “Hey… you’re not bad, though?”

Rong Yuheng was suddenly shocked, and every strand of his hair stood on end. Not bad? You are my designated “daughter-in-law,” and I’m afraid my son will commit patricide!

He quickly said, “I have a friend who also loves making cakes and can eat them. You can give him the ones you can’t finish. I’ll introduce you to him later, okay?”

Ju Ziyi didn’t know that Rong Yuheng was talking about Chi Tang. She thought it was some girl and happily agreed, “That would be great!”

Rong Yuheng, turning the situation around, also happily said, “That would be great!”

After they finished speaking, they smiled at each other, and a lively and harmonious atmosphere flowed delicately between them…

—

After dinner, Rong Yuheng sprawled on the sofa, rubbing his small belly. Wen Zhecheng, seeing this, felt an itch in his hands, thinking of joining in. However, Qiao Tan pulled him aside.

Qiao Tan’s gaze was like a lighthouse on the sea, sharp and alert.

Wen Zhecheng, under the influence of her gaze, regained a trace of clarity and regretfully retracted his restless hand.

Seeing her idol’s expression as if he couldn’t get what he wanted, Chen Luoxing, out of pity, suggested, “How about we go for a walk in the yard?”

Rong Yuheng withdrew his hand from his belly, slowly stood up, and said, “Sure.”

Outside the yard was a grassy lawn with a large swing and a pond not far away. Rong Yuheng’s “wind-powered swing” had trended several times and was known to almost everyone present.

Chen Luoxing asked, “You also have a swing at home. What kind is it, and how does it compare to this one?”

Looking at the ecological green and fresh swing on the lawn, Rong Yuheng felt embarrassed. “Our swing is more common.”

“What do you mean by more common?”

“It’s a bit like the one in an English royal garden.”

Everyone present: Embarrassing…!

While they were both in their own embarrassment, Wen Zhecheng suddenly pulled Rong Yuheng’s arm and dragged him onto the swing. “You sit, and I’ll push you.”

Rong Yuheng’s playful nature emerged. He sat on the swing, grabbed the ropes on both sides, and asked, “Is this sturdy? Am I going to collapse it for you?”

Chen Luoxing glanced back at the filming crew on both sides. The director gestured “OK,” so he waved his hand at Rong Yuheng, “Just swing!”

Sensitive Qiao Tan’s expression instantly lost control—don’t say ambiguous things! 

Wen Zhecheng pushed Rong Yuheng from behind. His arms were strong, and Wen Zhecheng could feel the muscles even through his clothes when he applied a slight force. Rong Yuheng swung out, and the hair on his head swayed gently with the wind. On the side, Ju Ziyi watched for a while, unable to resist taking out her phone.

“I’ll record a segment for you! Ah, it’s so cute!”

Although she wanted to record Rong Yuheng, her words were directed at Wen Zhecheng.

Wen Zhecheng, with a gentle expression, agreed, “Sure.” After saying that, he added, “Include me in the recording.”

“Okay, okay, okay~”

After recording a segment, Ju Ziyi handed her phone to the two people next to her. “Wow~ this scene is so beautiful!”

In the video, Rong Yuheng grabbed the swing rope, swinging high, and the hair on his head swayed with the wind, behind him, Wen Zhecheng caught him and pushed him out again, with careful and cautious movements as if afraid of hurting him. At this moment, it was five or six o’clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun in the distance cast a golden glow on the lawn, enveloping the two in a quiet and gentle atmosphere.

… Qiao Tan’s eyes twitched. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s just missing the wedding march.

After swinging for a few minutes, Rong Yuheng came down. He rushed to Ju Ziyi and admired the beautiful scene of him and Wen Zhecheng. “Wow, it looks so good! Send it to me later!”

Ju Ziyi, very consciously, said, “I can also edit it for you, with background music. Which BGM do you think is good for this?”

Rong Yuheng looked at this ox who seemed to be in love and answered softly, “The love of the oarsman.”1An oarsman is a person who rows a boat, typically using oars as the paddles. The term is commonly used in the context of rowing sports or activities, where individuals or teams propel a boat through the water by pushing against it with oars. Oarsmen play a crucial role in controlling the direction and speed of the boat, and rowing can be both a recreational activity and a competitive sport. In a broader sense, the term can be applied to anyone skilled in rowing, whether for practical purposes like transportation or for leisure. The gender-neutral term for an oarsman is often “rower.”

Ju Ziyi, “?”

…

After experiencing “head in bloom” and “the love of the oarsman,” Ju Ziyi finally understood: some things don’t need to be too seriously discussed with Rong Yuheng.

—

The day’s recording quickly came to an end in a cheerful atmosphere. With other tasks scheduled for the next day, everyone prepared to rest early.

After taking turns showering, Qiao Tan led Wen Zhecheng and Rong Yuheng to the bedroom. The bedroom had a large communal bed since the show accommodated 5-8 people. So, the four big guys sleeping on it was quite comfortable.

Chen Luoxing took the initiative to help with the bedding, shaking the blankets while asking, “Teacher Wen and Rong Rong, where will you sleep tonight?”

Rong Yuheng said, “I can sleep anywhere.”

Wen Zhecheng glanced at him, pointed to the innermost position against the wall, and said, “You sleep there, and I’ll sleep next to you.”

Chen Luoxing, being considerate, suggested, “Would it be inconvenient for you to sleep inside? How about sleeping on the outer side?”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “It’s fine. He doesn’t sleep still, so I’ll keep him inside to avoid disturbing your rest.”

Chen Luoxing’s action of shaking the blanket suddenly froze.

Then, the whole bedroom fell into a momentary silence.

Chen Luoxing & Qiao Tan: … … …

Behind-the-scenes filming crew: … … …

Five seconds later, they were collectively left with numb scalps—Damn! Isn’t this too much information? Can this even be aired!?

Seeing their expressions, Rong Yuheng knew these dirty-minded adults were overthinking again. He explained with tolerance and helplessness, “Teacher Wen and I have only slept together.”

Everyone: …Enough, enough, shut up!

The cameraman quickly covered the camera, and the director turned to instruct the post-production team, “Cut this part, cut it…”

They had just started the season, and he didn’t want the show to end prematurely.

Although Wen Zhecheng also enjoyed the ambiguous atmosphere between him and Rong Yuheng, they were still quite pure. Wen Zhecheng didn’t mind, but as the one being teased, Rong Yuheng needed to maintain some male dignity.

Wen Zhecheng explained, “We lived together at my place, and we slept separately.”

Qiao Tan, who had visited Wen Zhongyun before and had seen Wen Zhecheng’s home, took advantage of the end of the recording to boldly ask, “Separated? Teacher Wen, you only have two beds at home. How did you manage?”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “One on the bed, one on the floor.”

Qiao Tan exclaimed, “You’re such a gentleman!”

The conversation between the two had basically confirmed the “random encounter in the city,” and the dedicated fan Chen Luoxing showed an expression of “I knew it…”

Without waiting for Wen Zhecheng to answer, Qiao Tan, smirking, said, “How about it? How does it feel to sleep on the floor?”

Suddenly, the usually silent Rong Yuheng said in a calm tone, “Thanks for the invitation. The carpet is soft, and the floor heating is warm. It didn’t make me feel cold.”

Wen Zhecheng: …

The others: ???

“Oh my!” Middle-aged Qiao Tan couldn’t believe it. He looked at Wen Zhecheng in disbelief. “You made Rong Rong sleep on the floor!?”

Wen Zhecheng quickly clarified, “No, initially, he was on the bed, and I was on the floor… We switched in the middle of the night.”

Qiao Tan was even more shocked, “Are you trying to film a wilderness survival sequel? Sleeping on the floor and taking turns?”

Wen Zhecheng choked for a moment.

Before he could make a second defense, Qiao Tan, not waiting for Wen Zhecheng’s response, gloated, “How about it? How does it feel to sleep on the floor?”

Wen Zhecheng, with a glance at Rong Yuheng, responded, “Not bad.”

The others: ???

“I rely on!” Qiao Tan, who had reached middle age, rarely burst out a vulgar word. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at Wen Zhecheng, “You made Rong Rong sleep on the floor!?”

Wen Zhecheng quickly clarified, “No, he was on the bed, and I was on the floor… We switched in the middle of the night.”

Qiao Tan was even more shocked, “Are you trying to film a wilderness survival sequel? Sleeping on the floor and taking turns?”

Wen Zhecheng hesitated.

Without giving Wen Zhecheng a chance to make a second defense, Chen Luoxing, who had been silent for a long time, uttered a somewhat bitter voice, “Teacher Wen, how can you be like this?”

Chen Luoxing’s gaze was like a pie chart, accurately interpreting three parts condemnation, three parts disappointment, and four parts understanding people but not understanding hearts.

Wen Zhecheng met the gaze of his “former fanboy” and unexpectedly fell into speechlessness…

In this tense atmosphere, the protagonist of the incident, Rong Yuheng, finally stepped forward and voiced support for his feeding master,

“Don’t blame him, he’s just too tired, that’s all.”

“…!” Wen Zhecheng, upon hearing this, his pupils contracted: The case was solved; his boyfriend during the day turned out to be a lotus flower!

This boring farce ultimately concluded with Wen Zhecheng almost shedding tears.

Qiao Tan turned over and covered himself with a blanket, secretly thinking: After so many years, I finally had the chance to step on Wen Zhecheng’s foot. Bliss!

Chen Luoxing showcased his lifelong skills and finished his acting, feeling relieved: He can now count himself among those who have acted with an idol. Bliss!

Rong Yuheng, with his butt raised, climbed onto the bed with his back to Wen Zhecheng, secretly pleased: Letting you host a program so seriously and getting criticized, serves you right. Bliss!

After the three of them secretly enjoyed themselves, only the silent Wen Zhecheng remained standing in place. Rong Yuheng climbed into bed after pulling the blanket over, not forgetting to wave his little hand towards the former, “What are you doing, just standing there!”

On the side, the conscience-deprived Chen Luoxing and Qiao Tan burst into laughter.

Wen Zhecheng just looked up at Rong Yuheng, his gaze deep… After two seconds, he raised his hand, “snap,” turned off the light, said a “good night” to the two guests on the outer side of the bed, and then slid back to his own bed.

The bedroom plunged into complete darkness.

There was a one-person-width gap between each person’s bed.

Rong Yuheng was curled up in the blanket, chuckling to himself, suddenly feeling someone squeezing over to his side.

His expression instantly froze.

Warm breath hit his ear, an arm wrapped around his waist through the blanket, tightly squeezing. He was almost entirely trapped in an airtight embrace.

Even two meters away, the sounds of Qiao Tan turning over and Chen Luoxing softly coughing could still be heard.

Rong Yuheng stiffened his body, afraid to make any noise, for fear of the other two noticing something unusual here.

After waiting for about five or six seconds, the person beside him still made no move. Rong Yuheng was just about to lift his arm and carefully push the other away when he suddenly felt a rush of hot dampness on his earlobe, followed by a sharp yet subtle pain.

Rong Yuheng, “Mmm…!”

The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: Let’s act together! The Great Movie Emperor: Hehe.