Chapter Sixty-Four

Boss You shrank his neck after being hit, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to look at Yi Xiaoyu, who was fuming with anger, and whispered innocently in protest, "You didn't say I couldn't eat them."

Yi Xiaoyu's lips twitched a few times. "You might as well just be stupid to death." With that, Yi Xiaoyu turned away from You and continued scrolling through Weibo.

This time, Boss You caught on. He kept peeling sunflower seeds, but didn't dare eat them, instead placing the peeled kernels on a small plate beside him.

The crisp sound of sunflower seed shells cracking reached Yi Xiaoyu, who quietly turned around. Watching Boss You concentrate intently, a smile crept onto Yi Xiaoyu's lips.

Leaning against a soft pillow on the sofa, Yi Xiaoyu coughed theatrically. "Peel an apple for me."

Boss You responded quickly, grabbing an apple from the fruit plate.

Halfway through peeling, Boss You stole a glance at Yi Xiaoyu on the sofa. Yi Xiaoyu was still staring at his phone, face cold and indifferent.

Boss You looked down at the fruit knife in his hand, gritted his teeth for courage, took a deep breath, and then...

"Ouch!"

The chubby one suddenly cried out in pain.

Yi Xiaoyu turned to look and saw Boss You's left index finger dripping with blood.

In truth, the pain on Boss You's face was entirely an act, but Yi Xiaoyu had no time to consider whether it was genuine. His mind was filled with the sight of Boss You's hand covered in blood.

Yi Xiaoyu leapt up from the sofa, grabbing Boss You's hand. Upon closer inspection, the cut was deep and long, far beyond what a regular band-aid could cover.

Yi Xiaoyu fetched a clean, damp towel from the bathroom to wipe Boss You's wound, then called room service for medical disinfectant and gauze.

"You managed to hurt yourself this badly just peeling an apple. You might as well just be stupid to death," Yi Xiaoyu scolded nonstop as he disinfected and bandaged Boss You's wound.

Boss You's heart soared with joy; he could see a hint of concern in Yi Xiaoyu's eyes.

His wife still cared about him.

"Xiaoyu..." Boss You murmured softly.

Yi Xiaoyu replied with a bit of bite, "What?"

"Are you... are you still mad at me?"

Yi Xiaoyu paused, then, as if sulking, just snorted without saying anything.

Once the bandaging was done and Yi Xiaoyu was about to stand up, Boss You suddenly reached out, holding Yi Xiaoyu's waist, and pressed Yi Xiaoyu down onto the sofa.

"You stupid fatso—" Yi Xiaoyu glared at Boss You.

Boss You nuzzled Yi Xiaoyu's nose with his own, smiling and whispering, "This is the first time in days you've called me 'fatso.' It sounds so good."

Flushed from Boss You's burning gaze, Yi Xiaoyu turned his face away in annoyance. "I said 'stupid fatso.'"

"Alright, alright, stupid fatso it is," Boss You said, lowering his head to peck Yi Xiaoyu's lips lightly, then gently licking them with the tip of his tongue. "Honey, I've been starving for days," he murmured, as something below gradually grew hot and brushed against Yi Xiaoyu's thigh.

Yi Xiaoyu's expression darkened. "Stupid fatso, don't push your luck. Get off me right now."

Boss You pursed his lips, then obediently climbed off, resuming his seat on the rug to continue peeling the apple.

Yi Xiaoyu straightened his disheveled bathrobe, then kicked Boss You's back with his foot. "Stop peeling. If you bleed again, I'm not helping you."

So Boss You went back to peeling sunflower seeds, cradling his injured finger. It took him nearly two hours to peel two bags, only for Yi Xiaoyu to finish them in less than two minutes.

Around six or seven in the evening, Boss You happily followed his wife out for dinner. Yi Xiaoyu drove the rented car, taking Boss You to a Western restaurant.

Boss You had already planned it out—tonight he'd coax his wife into drinking a few more glasses, and later, naturally lure him to bed, straight to the point, making him beg for mercy through tears.

Of course, even if he cried, he wouldn't let him off.

Boss You's only status was on the bed; as long as he defended that small territory, nothing else mattered.

Although Yi Xiaoyu never said it outright, Boss You knew he'd managed to secure his marriage. As long as he didn't act rashly again, he and Yi Xiaoyu could peacefully enjoy their life together; no pretty faces, fair or dark, could ever break them apart.

Yi Xiaoyu was indeed coaxed into drinking quite a bit of red wine, mostly because the wine at this Western restaurant was excellent—rich and aromatic, a perfect treat for a red wine lover like Yi Xiaoyu.

Moreover, the tension of the past few days gradually melted away, leaving Yi Xiaoyu feeling completely relaxed.

On the way back, Boss You drove.

Yi Xiaoyu's cheeks were flushed from the wine, but his mind remained clear. He leaned against the car window, watching the surreal nighttime scenery outside. "Let's take a drive before heading back. I want some fresh air."

The afternoon rain seemed to have cleansed the air, the cool breeze soft and comfortable against his skin, refreshing as he breathed it in. The night sky was studded with stars, a vast sea of lights that widened one's heart at a glance.

"See that hill up ahead?" After a while, Yi Xiaoyu pointed to a silhouette at the end of the highway, barely visible in the night. "The view there is wide. Let's go sit there."

Boss You's eyes lit up, blurting out excitedly, "Are we going there to... have wild sex?"

Yi Xiaoyu swung his hand, smacking Boss You on the back of the head, and roared, "What the hell is in your head?!"

Boss You bit his lower lip, feeling aggrieved but not daring to protest, quietly driving toward the hill.

Unbeknownst to them, not far behind their car, three black, unmarked vehicles were silently tailing them under cover of darkness.

(Yawn Brother: Good night~)