Extra Two: You Yi vs. Yi Xiaoyu

Recently, Old Yu has been feeling rather troubled. Ever since his wife switched careers and entered the film industry, she’s constantly attending dinners with celebrities. Unlike the portly, greasy businessmen she used to encounter in real estate, the guests at Yi Xiaoyu’s soirées are, in Old Yu’s eyes, all desirable men—each one a potential temptation for Yi Xiaoyu to stray.

Sometimes, Yi Xiaoyu spends the whole night propped up in bed with her laptop, scrolling through photos of the latest heartthrobs to recommend actors for her investment projects. Old Yu sits beside her, watching as the screen displays all kinds—cute, innocent, aloof, charming… These were the types he used to adore. He’d secretly saved plenty on his phone, until Yi Xiaoyu found out and banished him to the floor for a week. After that, he never dared hide them again. But now, seeing his wife openly admiring these handsome men, jealousy and bitterness gnaw at his heart.

“Fatty!” Yi Xiaoyu stared at her computer, absentmindedly slapped Old Yu’s thigh, then pointed at a photo. “This one’s good—great image, great acting. I’ve been following that drama he starred in on Hunan TV.”

Old Yu looked at the young star on the screen—skin so tender it seemed you could squeeze water from it, a smile capable of melting every young heart. In the past, he would have drooled at such a sight, but now it only irked him.

He glanced at the photo, then turned away with a snort. “That face has definitely been worked on. Who knows what he used to look like.” With that, Old Yu pulled the blanket over himself, turning his back to Yi Xiaoyu.

Yi Xiaoyu studied the photo, stroked her chin in thought. “After looking at so many, this one’s still the best. This role needs both looks and talent—it doesn’t matter if the face is real or not.” She nudged Old Yu. “Fatty, let me show you the other two I’ve picked.”

“You look at them yourself. Anyway, in your eyes, every one of them is younger and more handsome than me.” Old Yu’s words were thick with jealousy.

“Fatty, are you going to look or not?”

Old Yu stubbornly refused to turn around, muttering, “Unless you do it with me tonight, I won’t look.”

His wife had spent nights ogling pretty boys, and he’d endured three days without intimacy.

Three days!

It was madness!

Yi Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh, kicking Old Yu’s thigh under the covers. “Fatty, are you jealous?”

Old Yu snorted but said nothing.

Yi Xiaoyu closed her laptop and set it aside, leaned over and gently stroked Old Yu’s hair, her voice soft and teasing, “Why are you competing with celebrities? Hmm? Be good, turn around and look at me.”

The gentler Yi Xiaoyu was, the more worked up Old Yu became. He practically buried his face in the blanket, sulking, “You go ahead and admire your pretty boys.”

Yi Xiaoyu was amused by his childishness. Upon reflection, she realized she had indeed neglected Old Yu’s feelings lately. He took care of the house—laundry, cooking, chores, walking the dog, feeding the cat, and working—while she spent her days ogling photos right in front of him… It was a bit much.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyu dipped her head and nibbled Old Yu’s ear. His body jolted, and he was instantly aroused.

She murmured, “Husband, don’t be angry.”

Old Yu took a deep breath, then suddenly rolled over, pinning Yi Xiaoyu beneath him.

Seeing Old Yu, wild and fired up like a beast, Yi Xiaoyu immediately regretted her “provocation.”

“Say it again!” Old Yu kissed her neck and tugged at her clothes, “Wife, I want to hear it—say it, say it, I want to hear…”

Yi Xiaoyu laughed and cried, spreading her arms, “Fatty, tonight you can do whatever you like…”

Old Yu was almost in tears. “Wife, no matter how much you beg, I won’t let you off tonight.”

The next morning, unsurprisingly, Yi Xiaoyu spent the whole morning in bed. Old Yu didn’t go to work either, shamelessly clinging to her, constantly rubbing up against her.

Yi Xiaoyu’s back and waist ached, but she let Old Yu grope her like a rascal.

Finally, Old Yu got his way. Yi Xiaoyu was so exhausted she couldn’t even cry out. When he plunged deep inside, tears glistened at the corners of her eyes as she pleaded silently, which only inflated Old Yu’s urge to dominate. He flipped her, cradled her on his lap, and entered her again, grinning wickedly like a big-tailed wolf. “Wife, you look so tempting when you’re on the verge of tears.”

“Damn you, Fatty… ah…”

By evening, they managed to go out together to walk the dog.

Scallion strutted ahead, Tangyuan as always perched on its neck—a combination that had become a daily sight in the neighborhood.

Yi Xiaoyu and Old Yu finally settled on a bench. Scallion lay at Old Yu’s feet and started habitually licking the white fur atop Tangyuan’s head.

Old Yu suddenly sprawled out, eyes closed, head resting on Yi Xiaoyu’s thigh. “Wife, your legs make the best pillow.”

Yi Xiaoyu stroked his hair, laughing softly without a word.

His sharply chiseled face lay before her, and Yi Xiaoyu gazed at him, lost in thought. Finally, she reached out and gently caressed his cheek.

“Fatty, I never realized how pleasing you are to the eye.”

Old Yu’s heart soared. He blinked and asked, “Compared to those young pretty boys?”

“Of course my Fatty is the most handsome,” Yi Xiaoyu replied without hesitation.

Warmth flooded Old Yu’s chest. He pressed his face to her belly and wrapped his arms around her waist. “With my wife saying that, I’d support her career even if it meant eating shit.”

“……”

(Ha-Qian: Imagine the cross-species romance between Scallion and Tangyuan for yourselves~~)