Chapter Fifty-Three

Yi Xiaoyu naturally understood that You Yige was hinting for him to turn on the television at nine o’clock.

He did as suggested, genuinely curious about what You Yige had meant by those words to Cong Ge.

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On television, during a live interview program...

You Yige sat with his back straight but his shoulders relaxed, exuding an air of effortless elegance. In response to the host’s questions, his answers were witty, composed, and occasionally laced with humor. Coupled with his strikingly handsome features, he was positively magnetic on camera.

Yi Xiaoyu had never realized that the man he had lived with for two years possessed such a serious and refined side. Every word and gesture from You Yige on screen was measured to perfection, his speech neither excessive nor lacking, presenting himself as a shrewd and seasoned businessman—a stark contrast to his usual irreverent demeanor.

After hearing the introduction of You Yige during the interview, Yi Xiaoyu’s initial surprise gave way to utter astonishment.

President of the ** Group?

The very same foreign enterprise that had recently acquired two listed companies and was causing a stir in the business world?

Was this a joke? That company was reportedly a branch of the largest ** corporation in Europe.

How could that fatty possibly be connected to such a company, let alone be its president? It was simply impossible!

If this were true, what was his relationship with that European business family?

Within a minute, countless speculations flooded Yi Xiaoyu’s mind, rendering him unable to process everything at once. He stared at the screen, at You Yige fielding the host’s questions with ease, and suddenly let out a dry laugh.

This was more shocking to him than You Yige conspiring with Yi Yu to play a trick on him.

The content of the interview amounted to You Yige expounding on his so-called business philosophy and sharing various secrets to his success. Yi Xiaoyu could tell that at least half of it was fabricated; after all, this man had spent the past two years by his side. It was impressive how he could claim such a high business travel frequency that he barely slept in the same place for more than ten days.

Cong Ge, who was squatting at Yi Xiaoyu’s feet, seemed to recognize the man on TV as his “dad.” He dashed over to the wall where the LCD television hung, propped himself up on his front paws, and barked enthusiastically several times.

Yi Xiaoyu turned and went into the study, starting up his computer to search for information about You Yige.

Now that he was essentially a public figure, there should be information about him online.

After searching for quite some time, the only information available on You Yige was what the live interview had just revealed—it was clear these details had only recently been made public.

By chance, Yi Xiaoyu clicked into a video site that was also broadcasting You Yige’s interview, albeit ten minutes behind the live stream. Yet, the number of viewers was considerable; the entire screen was flooded with comments.

Among all the scrolling comments, Yi Xiaoyu found very few discussing what You Yige was actually saying. Instead, the screen was overwhelmed with...

Checking the comments below, he was left speechless.

“So handsome, his body is amazing, ahhhh!”

“I have to apply for a job at his company—even seeing him once would be enough!”

“Licking the screen here.”

“He could rely solely on his looks and physique, but instead he chooses to showcase his talent.”

“To the lady going for an interview at his company, please get his autograph for me!”

“His smile makes it hard for me to breathe.”

“I think I’ve seen this handsome guy at a bar before, but he seems different somehow. Could it really be the same person?”

“Ahhhh, Host, please ask if he’s single, ahhhh!”

“.....”

Yi Xiaoyu shut the computer with a frown, muttering, “Where is he supposedly so handsome?”

Indeed, in Yi Xiaoyu’s eyes, You Yige never fit the “handsome” category. Perhaps it was because they had lived together for two years, during which he had witnessed You Yige transform from an overweight man into a stylish one. Each stage had become so familiar to him that he barely noticed the changes.

The transformation from unattractive to handsome had happened gradually before his very eyes. Only when recalling You Yige’s appearance from two years ago did Yi Xiaoyu realize just how much he’d slimmed down.

So in his daily life, You Yige was still little different from the chubby man of two years past, at least in Yi Xiaoyu’s perception.

For this reason, the nickname “Fatty” stuck for two years, and Yi Xiaoyu never bothered to change it; in his mind, this man was still much the same as that cuddly bear from before.

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A little after one in the afternoon, the boss himself came knocking.

The original plan had been to visit in the evening, but Boss You simply couldn’t resist seeing Yi Xiaoyu any longer. He figured Yi Xiaoyu must have watched the live broadcast and was curious about his current mood.

Now that he knew his own worth was on par with Wen Ming’s, would that change anything...?

Whatever the case, he didn’t care anymore. He just missed his partner and had to see him.

The longing to hold his beloved and nuzzle him was making his blood itch all over.

After pressing the doorbell several times without any response, Boss You finally pulled out the key hidden in his wallet and quietly let himself in.

He walked around, only to find that Yi Xiaoyu wasn’t home.

Cong Ge rushed over, wrapping both front legs around You Yige’s thigh. Ruffling his head, You Yige chuckled, “Once I coax your mom back, the first thing I’ll do is keep him in bed for three days straight—teach him a lesson for treating his man this way. Heh, isn’t your old man awesome?”

“Woof!”

“Good boy, tonight Dad will win your mom back, and then the whole family can go out to eat together.”

Just then, the apartment door opened. Before You Yige could even turn his head, he heard the conversation at the entryway.

“Wen Ming, you should head back. It’s not the weekend today—you must have your own work to take care of.”

Wen Ming smiled, “You won’t even let me come in for a glass of water?”

Yi Xiaoyu’s face darkened. “Sorry, Wen Ming, I...”

“I’ll be off,” Wen Ming interrupted, patting Yi Xiaoyu’s shoulder gently. “You don’t look so well. Get some rest.”

After Wen Ming left, Yi Xiaoyu closed the door, bent down to change his shoes, and as he straightened up, caught sight of You Yige standing there glaring at him.

Startled, Yi Xiaoyu snapped, “Who let you in? This is trespassing!”

The thought of Yi Xiaoyu and Wen Ming having lunch together set You Yige’s temples throbbing with jealousy, and he couldn’t help but raise his voice. “This is my damn home—why shouldn’t I be here?”

“You...” Yi Xiaoyu struggled to compose himself. “You moved out. We’re practically divorced. Leave your key and get out!”

Boss You grew even more agitated. “Yi Xiaoyu, let me tell you, we aren’t divorced yet! If you dare to cheat on me, you—damn it!”

Yi Xiaoyu pulled off his slipper and hurled it, hitting You Yige squarely on the forehead.

“Watch your language!” Yi Xiaoyu shouted furiously. “And you have no right to tell me what to do!”

With that, Yi Xiaoyu turned to head toward the bedroom. But as he reached the doorway, he realized You Yige had followed him. Just as he was about to tell him to leave, You Yige suddenly scooped him up and dashed into the bedroom.

With one powerful swing of his foot, You Yige kicked the door shut behind them.

“What are you doing!” Yi Xiaoyu struggled desperately, yelling, “You damn fatty, how dare you!”

Without a word, You Yige gritted his teeth, pinned Yi Xiaoyu to the bed, and began tearing off his clothes.

“Let go! You Yige, you’re crazy—mmph—”

As soon as he had stripped Yi Xiaoyu naked, You Yige pressed down and hungrily claimed his lips, all while hastily undressing himself.

Yi Xiaoyu fought back fiercely, but You Yige still took his time with foreplay before moving in.

Throughout, You Yige remained silent, thrusting deeply in response to Yi Xiaoyu’s every protest and curse, as if to answer his resistance with a storm of passion, until Yi Xiaoyu was left gasping, utterly spent beneath him.

(Yawn Bro: Good night~)