Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Between his embarrassing ID and the Pen Spirit announcing it everywhere, Qiao Yu’s name was no longer secret. He simply told the man openly.
The male streamer froze. After several seconds, he decided to offer his real name too. “Wei Mingxuan.”
Curious, he watched Qiao Yu. Seeing him light the stove with ease, mild surprise entered his eyes.
He could hardly be blamed. From Qiao Yu’s beautiful, carefree appearance, he looked like a spoiled young master who had never lifted a finger at home. Yet not only could he light a stove, he also washed rice and prepared it for steaming with practiced skill.
While Wei Mingxuan stared, Qiao Yu suddenly approached and kindly pointed toward the water. “There’s a little caterpillar. It’s about to crawl onto your…”
“Aah-”
Wei Mingxuan’s face changed. He screamed and threw himself into Qiao Yu’s arms.
-Oho~ So the streamer can look this dominant!
-These two have chemistry too. Hehe…
-What the hell? Is this a massive cheating scene?
-Painted Skin: Baby QY is finally making progress. That’s right-our destination is the sea of stars!
Qiao Yu blinked at the pale-green caterpillar floating in the water. “Hand… Wait, you’re afraid of bugs?”
The young man clinging to his neck had soft hair and even a fluffy voice.
“…I am.”
“Qiao Yu.”
Just as Qiao Yu prepared to push him away and dispose of the caterpillar, a familiar voice came from the doorway. Its usual calm was gone; it seemed to descend from a frozen mountain.
Heavens, why did Shang Yan appear at exactly this moment every single time?
Had he installed surveillance equipment on Qiao Yu?
Qiao Yu immediately pushed Wei Mingxuan away and raised both hands. “Believe me. This was an accident.”
Thrown aside before he could react, Wei Mingxuan’s face headed straight for the edge of the sink.
“Oh god…”
Qiao Yu instinctively caught and pulled him back.
The tiny kitchen became so silent one could hear a pin drop…
-The streamer really is a scumbag.
-Was he supposed to let the guy smash his face?
-Hahaha, expert, carry the streamer away! I can’t stand seeing him so carefree anymore!
For some reason, Qiao Yu felt guilty beneath the expressionless gaze at the door. As soon as Wei Mingxuan steadied himself, Qiao Yu released his wrist.
Shang Yan glanced at him and lowered his long lashes, apparently learning to answer first. “I saw. This one was an accident too.”
Then he ignored his bewildered boyfriend and sneered at Wei Mingxuan, still shaken by the bug. “Someone’s actually that afraid of insects? I would never be. Leave the kitchen to me.”
Wei Mingxuan: “…”
-That sounds familiar.
-Fuck, put it in another context and it’s textbook green-tea talk.
-“Someone actually wears makeup?” (Big Sis wears makeup?) “I never do.” (I don’t wear makeup. This is my natural face.)
-Hahahaha, publicly executed!
Shang Yan rolled up his sleeves and held a kitchen knife, smiling beautifully at Wei Mingxuan. “Please move. This kitchen is too small to accommodate you.”
Wei Mingxuan looked at the knife hovering less than a centimeter from his wrist and left without hesitation.
Seriously, what had he done to deserve this?
Standing by the stove, Qiao Yu gave the man chopping the cutting board with thunderous blows a sidelong look. “Are you angry?”
The pounding gradually stopped. The crackle of burning coal suddenly became deafening, leaving behind a pale, awkward silence.
Only after a long while did Shang Yan’s lifted smile fade. “If you know, why ask?”
“I explained that it was an accident. You saw it yourself. Don’t be so petty, all right?”
The more Qiao Yu spoke, the more justified and impatient he became.
As though expecting this reaction, Shang Yan remained calm. When Qiao Yu finished, he said softly, “Right. All accidents. Even if I’m angry, what can I do?”
Men were all the same. Even when they made mistakes, they habitually turned the accusation around. Qiao Yu was a master of the art.
Faced with his scumbag behavior, Shang Yan never followed him into proving his own innocence. He calmly returned to the original problem with evidence and reason, then finished with a flawless display of green-tea manipulation.
Unfortunately, it worked perfectly on Qiao Yu.
His voice softened. “Then… should I coax you?”
“How?” Shang Yan set down the knife and waited attentively.
Qiao Yu glanced at the perfectly diced carrots on the cutting board and said dryly, “Don’t be angry.”
Shang Yan answered with an ambiguous scoff. “Not a trace of sincerity. Keep it.”
Qiao Yu bristled again. “I already coaxed you. What else do you want?”
-“I already coaxed you” means “I already said I was wrong.” What else do you want?
-Hahahaha, the commenter above is my royal translator.
Shang Yan lazily raised his chin and one eyebrow, faint aggression entering his beautiful face. “What do I want? I can ask for anything?”
Sensing danger, Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes. “What?”
Shang Yan took a tissue and slowly wiped the moisture between his fingers. Only then did he pull Qiao Yu closer. “After we leave the Instance, help me… do it one more time, and I won’t be angry.”
Qiao Yu’s back stiffened. Pale red rushed to the tips of his ears. After a long pause, he angrily shook off Shang Yan’s hand. “Then stay angry.”
Shang Yan hummed and shrugged. “Fine. I’ll stay angry. No one cares anyway.”
Qiao Yu: “…”
They had not cooked together in years, but neither was rusty. Shang Yan prepared the ingredients, and Qiao Yu tossed them into the wok. Before long, four dishes and a soup were ready.
When the food reached the table, the other five nearly fought over it.
Wei Mingxuan remembered food but forgot punishment. He had already forgotten Shang Yan’s earlier green-tea performance and praised them repeatedly. “You two are amazing. It’s delicious.”
Shang Yan said, “Then eat more and talk less.”
Wei Mingxuan nodded wildly, making Shang Yan choke on his remaining anger.
Forget it. He would not argue with an idiot.
Wei Mingxuan might look every inch a delicate bottom, but he was entirely straight and did not belong on the threat list.
After eating, everyone washed their bowls and lounged lazily in their chairs.
This was the first time Wei Mingxuan had found clearing an Instance so easy. It felt like a picnic. They could even sit together and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who washed the dishes.
Unfortunately, his luck was terrible, and he lost.
After Wei Mingxuan left, Qiao Yu picked up a script and discovered they had reached the final ghost-marriage scene.
Strangely, a sketch lay beneath the text.
It combined the Bridal Ghost, sedan, humans, and ghosts into a strangely harmonious composition. The lines flowed smoothly, clearly drawn by someone trained in art.
Curious, Qiao Yu raised the notebook. “Who drew this?”
Luo Yunmeng rubbed her stomach and belched openly, entirely unconcerned with a young woman’s image. “The streamer washing dishes. I think he studied animation design at university.”
Qiao Yu immediately perked up.
“You should’ve said so! Why the hell are we still acting? Make it an animated movie! Wouldn’t it be great for us to serve as director, scriptwriters, and producers?”
Everyone stared as if they understood something profound.
That made sense…