When he woke up again, the sunlight outside was already slightly dim.
Zhuang Feiyu slowly opened his eyes, staring at the familiar white wall for a long time before recalling what had happened last night.
Blushing…
His waist was sore, and his thighs were a bit painful. He could only lie down pitifully, struggling to turn his head. He found himself facing Zong Yuan’s bare chest, and his breath was firmly blocked by the familiar scent. Zong Yuan touched his head, lifting him from the blanket, “Good afternoon, baby.”
Zhuang Feiyu maintained a composed expression, showing no signs of embarrassment, “Mm.”
Zong Yuan pinched his well-defined nose, “Darling, your ears are red.”
Zhuang Feiyu, “…”
He awkwardly shifted his body, pulling at the sore spots with a sharp intake of breath. Although there was no sticky or slippery feeling on his body, it was still uncomfortable. Zhuang Feiyu glared at Zong Yuan, “You beast!”
Zong Yuan sighed faintly, “Last night, you were asking for more, faster… and now I’m a beast?”
As he spoke, his hands under the blanket were not obedient at all, igniting a fire on Zhuang Feiyu’s body, determined to remind him of the passionate night they had shared.
Zhuang Feiyu grunted, grabbing his hands and pretending to be composed, “It wasn’t me.”
Naturally, a hint of indulgence appeared in Zong Yuan’s eyes. After locking eyes with him, Zhuang Feiyu couldn’t help but be stunned. From the bottom of his heart, warmth began to replace the previous awkwardness. He stared into those eyes, “Zong Yuan, do you know what you should do now?”
Zong Yuan pondered seriously for three seconds, “Get ready and go have breakfast?”
Zhuang Feiyu shook his head. Finally, a smile that satisfied him appeared on his face, “Prepare yourself; we have a flight in two hours.”
Zong Yuan, “Hmm?”
Zhuang Feiyu lifted the blanket, revealing a body covered in red and purple marks, creating a blush-inducing scene. He confidently walked to the wardrobe with these marks, dressing leisurely under Zong Yuan’s enthusiastic gaze. “You have one hour and fifty-five minutes left.”
Zong Yuan came down and hugged him from behind, pulling up the pants he had just put on. “Darling, where are we flying to?”
Zhuang Feiyu leaned his head closer to him. “We’re flying to a place where we can get our marriage certificate.”
Wow!
Zhuang Feiyu carefully selected a suit, and Zong Yuan’s keen hearing could still catch the secretary’s voice downstairs. Zhuang Feiyu raised his voice, “Send the clothes upstairs.”
He also picked out a suit for Zong Yuan that would undoubtedly emphasize the significance of this special day. Zong Yuan took it from him, watching as Zhuang Feiyu’s suit showed no signs of wrinkles, and the smooth trousers clung tightly to his hips. “Feiyu, how do you make suit pants so obedient?”
Zhuang Feiyu glanced at him, opened the door, walked out first, and casually said as he was about to close the door, “As long as we can make it today, I can wear a thong for you tonight.”
Itchy nose.
Zong Yuan squinted his eyes, and asked with seriousness, “Can I choose the style?”
Zhuang Feiyu turned his head and closed the door. “Don’t go too far.”
Zong Yuan feels great right now! Very energetic! He quickly put on his clothes, ran his fingers through his hair, and wore a silly smile that 0046 called “showing off.” “46, I’m starting to think that Feiyu is really charming.”
After boasting with the system, unfortunately, he didn’t have many friends in this world. Fortunately, due to the previous dinner, someone had added him to the large group of Zhuang Feiyu’s company. He, with the nickname “Old Boss Lady,” sent 99 red envelopes of 100 yuan each in the group, all designated for individual recipients. The red envelope cover said, “Feiyu, my wife, love you.”
Damn it!
The whole company was shocked!
What kind of show-off operation was this! And he even revealed a big piece of news! Looking at the nickname, seeing the words “my wife,” what else did they not know?
The entire group was flooded with one red envelope after another. People who wanted to open them were itching to do so. Even if they swiped up, it took a long time to find the beginning of the red envelopes, but no one dared to open them. The urge was unbearable!
The secretary sitting downstairs was startled by the sudden appearance of a large number of red envelopes. She held back a throat full of blood, restrained her itchy fingers, and tremblingly dragged Zhuang Feiyu into the group. “Boss, take a look…”
Zhuang Feiyu only then realized what he had done. A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he hummed lightly, “He still has time to do such things.”
However, his fingers honestly claimed each red envelope from the top.
All the people in the group watched with unblinking eyes as the messages of red envelopes being claimed appeared. In the end, the account with the nickname [Boss] sent nine red envelopes in a row, with the words, “Celebrate together.”
“Oooooh!!! Yeah!!! Cheers to the Boss and Boss Lady for a long and happy life together!”
“Thanks, Boss! Wishing the Boss and Boss Lady a hundred years of happiness!”
Zhuang Feiyu read these words over and over again, unable to get enough. Finally, he took screenshots for backup, then transferred the money from Zong Yuan’s ninety-nine red envelopes to the first card he had obtained. He said to the secretary, “It’s time to give them a raise.”
The secretary was excited. “Sure thing!”
The time was not really early, and both Zong Yuan and Zhuang Feiyu felt a bit impatient. They concealed it well, hastily finished their breakfast, and drove to the airport. Luckily, it wasn’t a rest day, and it wasn’t rush hour. Zong Yuan drove, maintaining a speed that quickly brought them to the airport.
As long as the plane wasn’t delayed, as long as the staff handling marriage certificates didn’t leave early, they could become a legally wedded couple on the household register today.
Their luck was quite good. The plane began boarding on time. Zong Yuan held Zhuang Feiyu’s hand, and they boarded the plane together.
Meanwhile, in the living room of the villa, Guan Haoyu was eating fruit and watching TV. Sitting beside him was the secretary who refused to leave.
The housekeeper was tidying up and preparing a sumptuous dinner. Just then, the doorbell rang. The housekeeper wiped her hands and went to open the door. “Hello, who are you?”
A middle-aged man with glasses and a stern look lowered the corners of his mouth. “Where’s Zhuang Feiyu?”
Hearing a familiar voice, Guan Haoyu was startled for a moment. Shivering, he ran to the door. Sure enough, he awkwardly smiled, hiding the hand holding the fruit behind him. “Uncle Zhuang, haha, why are you here?”
Zhuang’s father glanced at him, and the young man immediately stiffened in place. Zhuang’s father asked, “Where’s Zhuang Feiyu? Let him come out to see me!”
The secretary also walked to Guan Haoyu’s side, offering a warm and genuine smile. “Mr. Zhuang, you’ve arrived. The boss isn’t here right now. Would you like to rest a bit and wait for the boss to return?”
Zhuang’s father furrowed his brow, picked up his phone, and dialed Zhuang Feiyu’s number. “…The number you dialed is turned off.”
He hung up the phone, his gaze filled with pressure scanning the two individuals in front of him. He spoke sternly, “Speak up, where did he go.”
…
If there really were such a thing as luck in the world, then today, Zong Yuan and Zhuang Feiyu must have hit the jackpot.
Their success was miraculous. Holding the marriage certificate, Zhuang Feiyu seemed dazed. He stopped on the roadside, “So, are we married now?”
Zong Yuan adapted quickly. He looked left and right, his eyes brightening. “Wife, how about that shop over there?”
Following his gaze, Zhuang Feiyu saw the dazzling lights of a store with the words “Sexy XX Lingerie” flashing in various colors. “…”
Even Zhuang Feiyu, usually calm, blushed at this moment, “Get lost!”
“Sure, let’s go,” Zong Yuan pulled the half-pushed, half-dragged Zhuang Feiyu into the shop. Fifteen minutes later, carrying five or six bags, Zong Yuan was at a loss for words. Don’t be fooled by Zhuang Feiyu’s serious demeanor; most of these items were picked out by him. If it weren’t for him remembering the time, they might still be inside.
However, “Baby, what about that black set with lace—”
Zhuang Feiyu covered his mouth, his face turning black. “Shut up.”
They decided to stay overnight at a hotel and buy a plane ticket for the next day to return. Just as Zong Yuan finished booking the hotel, Zhuang Feiyu’s phone rang. He looked at the unfamiliar number without a name and directly ignored the call.
Zong Yuan asked, “What’s wrong?”
Rubbing his forehead, Zhuang Feiyu’s expression turned cold. “An annoying, greasy old man.”
Zhuang’s Father: Ah-choo! Ah-choo!
The heavy atmosphere eased a bit. Guan Haoyu, trying not to show any signs, breathed a sigh of relief. “Uncle, I need to use the restroom.”
He rushed to the toilet and called Zhuang Feiyu. Once connected, he spilled out everything, “…then he saw my friend circle post that day, and he didn’t even like it. Instead, he left a cold comment! Do you know what he commented? He said, ‘Heh, I know.’ He came over by himself, and I didn’t even—”
Zhuang Feiyu kept the call active and put his phone in his pocket. He closed his eyes, enjoying Zong Yuan’s kisses. After the kiss, Guan Haoyu had pretty much finished talking, “Zhuang-ge, he’s waiting at the villa. Are you coming back?”
Zhuang Feiyu said he wouldn’t come back. “By the way, I’ll send you a photo. Show it to him, and then post something on your friend circle.”
Guan Haoyu, looking puzzled, stared at the disconnected phone. The next moment, it lit up again. His Zhuang-ge sent him several absolutely high-definition pictures from a 360-degree photography angle, all of which were small-sized photos of the marriage certificate.
666, Zhuang-ge is awesome.
Guan Haoyu didn’t dare to face Uncle Zhuang directly to bear his wrath, so he sneakily posted a friend circle update, even remembering to mention @Zhuang Feiyu @Zong Yuan.
Zong Yuan and Zhuang Feiyu arrived at the scene immediately to support him, liking, commenting, reposting—everything in one go. The comments were intentionally cheesy, giving people instant goosebumps.
Just as they wished, Zhuang’s father saw it. He was caught off guard and almost spat out old blood. Furious, he pounded the armrest of the sofa. “Rebel! Rebel!”
Guan Haoyu hid in the corner, playing the role of a spy. “He’s calling you a rebel.”
Zhuang Feiyu sneered at the message, and Zong Yuan leaned over to see, “Is your father angry?”
“Heh,” Zhuang Feiyu spoke with hidden meaning, “Whatever. It’s not my concern if he’s mad or not.”
He didn’t want to deal with this matter. Feeling annoyed, he put down his phone and eventually fell asleep in Zong Yuan’s comfort.
Zong Yuan looked at his sleeping spouse, kissed his forehead, smoothed his brow, and, taking advantage of Guan Haoyu’s friend circle, successfully added “Father-in-law” and took the initiative to speak, “Dad, hello, I’m Feiyu’s husband, Zong Yuan.”
Zhuang’s father: …
Author’s note:
Hahaha, infuriated to the point of spitting blood!
