It was the first time for Wen Jueli to come home after finishing work and see so many people waiting for him at home, including Yan Qing.
Yan Qing stood there, and as soon as he saw Wen Jueli, he bounded over like an excited puppy, his eyes sparkling as he called out, “Husband! You’re back!”
Wen Jueli was momentarily stunned.
He hadn’t expected this fresh new way of addressing him, and for a moment, he didn’t react. But as he looked into Yan Qing’s expectant eyes, something clicked in his mind, and he lightly replied, “En.”
Yan Qing’s face lit up with joy.
Wen Jueli shifted his attention to the staff and exchanged brief greetings.
[Aahh!!! Mr. Wen is finally here!]
[I never expected Mr. Wen to look this good in his casual wear. Seriously, is there ever a time when he doesn’t look good?]
[Oh no, it’s their first variety show appearance together. It was fine before, but now it’s a love variety show! And they’re a married couple!]
[Do you guys find it sweet when Yan Qing calls him ‘husband’?]
[And it sounds so natural, like it’s not staged.]
With Wen Jueli’s appearance, the real-time viewership numbers for their love variety livestream had soared compared to the previous two days.
Wen Jueli’s presence alone seemed to bring warmth and popularity wherever he went.
Yan Qing was completely unaware of the online reactions.
As they waited for the staff to place the microphones on Wen Jueli, Yan Qing found himself fixated on Wen Jueli’s profile.
Slowly, Yan Qing noticed that Wen Jueli looked exceptionally handsome. His straight nose, long eyelashes, it seemed like there was no unattractive feature about him.
Wait a minute, had Wen Jueli blushed just now?
Under the sunlight, Wen Jueli’s skin, which had been somewhat pale initially, seemed to have taken on a faint blush. Even his earlobes had turned slightly pink, and his eyelids appeared to be lowered as well.
Yan Qing thought he might be imagining things, but as he approached, intending to take a closer look, Wen Jueli raised his gaze and turned his head, locking eyes with Yan Qing.
Those eyes were incredibly captivating, reflecting a tiny Yan Qing.
Did that mean Wen Jueli felt the same way?
Yan Qing couldn’t help but break into a radiant smile, his happiness evident.
[Fvck! that eye contact!]
[Wen Jueli blushed! Yes, he definitely blushed! It’s because Yan Qing was looking at him!]
[Wow, I envy Yan Qing so much. He can openly and genuinely look at Wen Jueli and call him ‘husband’!]
[Help, I can’t handle this. They’re really cute together.]
***
After leaving the studio, Wen Jueli couldn’t help but notice that their home now felt significantly different from when he used to live alone.
Aside from the presence of cameras, the most noticeable change was the added traces of life, like shoes in the hallway, laundry on the balcony, fluffy pillows on the sofa, magnets on the fridge, and the curtains always drawn to let in the warm sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
And there was also the unemptied trash.
Wen Jueli: “…”
“I’ll just go to my room to unpack my luggage.” Wen Jueli said.
Yan Qing didn’t notice Wen Jueli’s subdued mood and replied nonchalantly, “Okay!” Due to the 24-hour continuous livestreaming at home and to protect the privacy of guests, the production team had only installed cameras in the living room. If necessary, they had cameras for follow-up shots.
When Yan Qing saw Wen Jueli returning to his room, the livestream chat exploded with speculation:
[Why are they sleeping separately?]
[Yan Qing obviously slept in the left room, but why did Mr. Wen went to the right room.]
[Hmph, everyone said their relationship was fake, but now it seems real. This is a slap in my face.]
[If it’s fake, then where’s the script? Let’s see how it plays out.]
Wen Jueli had a lot of things to take care of, and in just ten minutes, he returned with the award he had received the previous night.
The award was in the shape of an intricately designed geometric figure, made of translucent glass that shimmered with iridescent colors. It was a breathtakingly beautiful trophy, and Wen Jueli was holding it casually in his hand. The base was also engraved with Wen Jueli’s name.
The Yurong Award was one of the most prestigious awards in international film competitions, and Wen Jueli was nonchalantly holding it in his hand.
He looked at Yan Qing and made an unusual request, “Could you please put the award in the storage room?” Yan Qing naturally agreed.
Wen Jueli said, “Thank you.”
Yan Qing replied, “It’s just a small favor, what’s there to thank each other for?”
Wen Jueli: “…”
With Yan Qing’s consent, the camera followed him to the storage room.
The storage room was more spacious than they had imagined, and it seemed like even a few words could create an echo in there.
Inside the storage room, there were various trophies and medals from different competitions, including foreign film festivals. There were even certificates from competitions that Wen Jueli participated in during his childhood. Over the years, they had been neatly arranged in a transparent display cabinet.
Yan Qing, with a proud and somewhat boastful tone, addressed the camera, saying, “Isn’t my husband outstanding?”
[We know your husband is outstanding, but you can’t be like this! Sob, sob.]
[I didn’t know Mr. Wen participated in triathlons when he was a child. This is the first time I’ve heard of it!]
[He’s always been an athlete. He even showed off his muscles in ‘Lone Assassin.’ He’s so handsome!]
Yan Qing placed this year’s awards in the display cabinet according to their respective years and returned to the living room, where he saw Wen Jueli standing in front of the open refrigerator.
Approaching him, Yan Qing asked, “Are you hungry?”
Wen Jueli tilted his head and asked in return, “Why hasn’t anything in the fridge decreased these past few days?” The fridge was stocked with vegetables, eggs, and more.
Yan Qing pointed to the milk and bread with sincerity, saying, “Hasn’t this decreased?”
Wen Jueli: “…”
Finally, Wen Jueli calmly stated a fact, “You can’t cook.”
Yan Qing grew up in a well-provided rich household. He had never been called a squeamish person by someone. Although Wen Jueli didn’t mean that, Yan Qing still said, “Was that my fault? Although I don’t know much, I can still cook, you know.”
Wen Jueli looked at him calmly and said, “Ah. You mean cooking instant noodles?”
Yan Qing replied seriously,”Cooking instant noodles also requires some technical skills.”
‘But you couldn’t even fry an egg or add some vegetables.’ Wen Jueli
Yesterday, Wen Jueli saw Yan Qing eating instant noodles in the livestream clip. He thought Yan Qing was just eating only one meal. But now looking at the red and green plastic bags in the trash bin, he must’ve eaten the same noodles for four days straight.
Suddenly, Wen Jueli thought, did that mean Yan Qing also survived on takeout and instant noodles while renting a place?
[Haha, the comment section is saying that even cooking instant noodles requires skill!]
[Yeah, cooking instant noodles does require some technical skills. Of course, for idiots like us. (Doge)]
[From the looks of it, Wen Jueli probably cooks all the meals in their marriage, right?]
[Definitely. Wen Jueli is the one holding up this household, haha. I just realized now that his wife can’t cook.]
Wen Jueli: “Well, in that case, if I’m not here in the future, I’d better hire an Aunt to cook for you.”
Yan Qing was a bit serious as he asked, “Are you sure? Don’t you trust me?”
Wen Jueli replied, “Will you cook lunch then?”
Yan Qing: “…”
Caught in a dilemma, Yan Qing slowly closed the refrigerator door and hesitated for a moment before saying, “That’s fine too. But everyone has different tastes, so what I find delicious might not be the same for you.”
Wen Jueli’s lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile, and he replied, “I’m sure I’ll definitely find whatever you cook delicious.”
