Chapter 38: In the End, Who is Profiting From Whom? He Laughed Out of Anger…
It is a well-known fact that the Male Lead in a “No-CP” (No Romance) novel possesses top-tier equipment. But no matter how good the equipment is… it’s useless if it doesn’t get used.
“Useless” here didn’t refer to a question of ability—Le Can had never doubted Xi Yun in that regard.
After all, thin spring and summer pajamas hide nothing. When their waists and abdomens were pressed together, even if Le Can was in a state of fury, he wasn’t so oblivious as to be unaware of the situation.
To borrow a phrase from computer startup notifications: “Defeated 99.9% of users nationwide.”
However, just as Le Can harbored long-term doubts about those computer speed notifications, regarding Xi Yun… he felt only regret and condemnation for such a reckless waste of heavenly gifts.
This damned world really did have wealth disparities in every aspect.
Some die of drought, while others die of floods. Le Can was fortunate enough to be somewhere in the middle, but that didn’t stop him from whispering complaints against Xi Yun’s severe wasteful behavior.
Anyway, no matter how wild my thoughts run, Xi Yun can’t hear them, Le Can thought to himself.
So what if he indulged in a little mental trash talk?
Between the Protagonist and the Cannon Fodder, there was no way they were going to end up in a “meat” scene!
Le Can was extremely firm in this belief, and quite reassured by it.
Aside from the natural difference in their identities, he vaguely remembered the character setting the original author had arranged for Xi Yun. Indeed, in this lifetime, forget about being with anyone specific—it was estimated that even “self-sufficiency” was unlikely for him.
Having it but not using it = Not having it.
And to Le Can, “not having it” was equivalent to being useless.
“Useless” was, at the very least, a polite euphemism—this was already him exercising restraint in his description of the Male Lead.
Speaking of which, Le Can, sporting a messy bird’s nest of hair, yawned lazily.
He leaned groggily against the rock-hard headboard, waiting for the strange restlessness of the morning to fade.
Morning thoughts were already chaotic and messy. With Le Can’s intentional indulgence, they were like a certain husky famous for getting lost—running wildly in a bizarre direction, drifting further and further away…
Perhaps the food had been good lately. The body Le Can had taken over seemed to know it was being treated well. Aside from becoming healthier and fuller by the day, certain morning reactions had become more pronounced.
Le Can had been a man in his previous life, too. Of course, he knew this phenomenon was normal, even representing vitality and health.
But right now, it was a bit untimely…
This unfamiliar body wasn’t as easy to control as his original one, making Le Can hesitant to act rashly, like “refraining from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vase.”
The surrounding people and environment were equally unfamiliar, keeping an invisible string in his mind pulled tight. he had no mood to consider these trivial matters.
Neither his body nor his mind could relax even a little. The young man narrowed his eyes, frowning in displeasure, and let his body tip forward, planting himself face-first into the bed.
He curled up his uncontrollable body, buried his head into the messy quilt, and began to throw a grumbling morning tantrum.
Why are humans such annoying creatures!
When is the end of the world coming?
Ideally, a meteorite should just send everyone on their way together—death solves everything!
…
In his previous life, Le Can had been very busy.
At his busiest, his total sleep time for a week didn’t even add up to twenty-four hours. He would collapse onto the bed, consciousness fading instantly, and the moment he opened his eyes the next day, he had to get up and continue working like a dog or a horse.
Under extreme exhaustion and toil, many worldly desires were compressed to the absolute minimum. The urgency of survival always took precedence, preventing him from resting or enjoying himself with a clear conscience. He could only keep moving forward.
Later, when he inexplicably got a boyfriend, it was right when he was so busy his feet barely touched the ground. Forget dates, holding hands, or deeper contact—even receiving a text message felt like the other party was taking up his time. Annoying!
Every day, Le Can’s brain was stuffed with: Make money, make money, make money…
Human desire?
What kind of worthless trash was that?
After buffering for a long time, Le Can flipped over like a salted fish, lying flat on his back. He frowned slightly, looking down at his current body with a bit of disdain.
Sure enough, it’s because I’m too idle!
The moment that thought arose, realizing what he was thinking, the young man looked desolate, feeling a sense of sorrow.
It’s over. I’ve been PUA’d by work too deeply…
He hurriedly shook his head, trying to drain the water from his brain.
To exterminate that kind of desire, only to go back to living days where “going to work feels like going to a grave, and sitting in the office feels like sitting in jail”…
Forget it. Le Can would rather castrate himself with a blade (not really).
However, castration as a last resort was a bit too extreme. There is another principle in this world called—”Better to channel than to block.”
Although adding both lifetimes together, he was close to being promoted to the rank of “Grand Wizard” (virgin), Le Can was actually quite curious why so many people throughout history, both ancient and modern, were so enthusiastic, obsessed, and even crazed about physical entanglement.
If there was a chance to try it, he wasn’t opposed. Since it was just for the experience, finding someone to try it with once would probably suffice.
The only obstacle might lie in the psychological aspect.
To put it bluntly, Le Can was a picky eater. Very picky.
He not only had strict requirements for the partner’s appearance and physical fitness, but the other party also had to be clean and disciplined. Ideally, they would agree to part ways cleanly once his interest waned, without excessive entanglement.
Hmm? Le Can thought delicately.
Does that sound too scummy?
Given that the conditions seemed a billion points harsh, he hadn’t met a suitable candidate yet. Moreover… Le Can felt for his phone and checked the open page of the “Prenuptial Agreement” again.
Article 13: During the existence of the marital relationship, both husbands must be faithful, respectful, and caring toward one another.
Although there was no blunt supplementary explanation, the single term “faithful” already restricted Le Can and Xi Yun from cheating with others during the two years this relationship existed.
Le Can did indeed have thoughts of losing his virginity, but he wasn’t in a rush. His ex’s messy history served as a warning; a partner couldn’t just be picked up from the roadside.
Good food is worth the wait, and haste makes waste. This matter had to be planned slowly.
Besides, he wasn’t classless enough to cheat within the marriage.
The double betrayal of Lu Zhangping and Dan Man had disgusted him enough already. Le Can didn’t want to be infected by scum, ending up dirtying himself and others.
It wasn’t easy to get this life; who knew how long he could live? Being clean and having a clear conscience was Le Can’s minimum requirement.
However, having just gotten a husband, thinking about how to find the next husband… Hiss, that not only sounds bad but feels a bit weird.
Le Can once again gave up on himself, burying his head in the quilt to play dead.
Anyway, I’m just planning.
Given that his brain was in a very unclear state this morning, two seconds later, Le Can even boldly pondered a question:
The possibility of Xi Yun being this candidate.
In terms of face and body, the other party was absolutely top-tier.
Slim when dressed, muscular when undressed. When he pressed down at night, he could completely cover the person beneath him.
If posted online, there would probably be a pile of people screaming “Master” or “Daddy”… Cough, Le Can curbed his overly diverging thoughts.
Cleanliness and self-discipline went without saying; those words were practically engraved on Xi Yun’s forehead. Xi Yun was not only disciplined himself but also strict with those around him, like Le Can.
_ (xз」∠)_
As for parting ways cleanly without entanglement?
Who could be more reassuring than someone who signed an agreement, had interests checking and balancing them, and would definitely separate in two years?
And no matter how he and Xi Yun rolled around, it wouldn’t violate the obligation of loyalty in Article 13! They were legal husbands!
No breach of contract = No compensation = He eats and takes = Huge profit!
The more he followed this twisted logic, the more certain Le Can became that there was no one in this world more suitable for him than Xi Yun…
On the dark bedding, the young man with an itching heart flipped over.
From his shoulders and neck to his lower back, the pajamas that fit his curves outlined smooth, beautiful lines. The soft, skin-friendly two-piece pajamas had a corner of the top hem flipped up, revealing a section of pale, soft, slender waist.
A thin but resilient back, a shallow depression at the base of the spine that one couldn’t look away from, transitioning to a sharply contrasting, full curve at the hips…
No one knew, if things really happened, who would actually be the one profiting in the end?
But for now, all of this was quietly reflected in the mirrors on the wall, unseen by anyone…
Wait, unseen my ass!
Le Can inadvertently lifted his eyelids to look ahead and was instantly startled.
One must know that humans are most easily frightened when deep in thought or doing something bad.
Le Can was like a startled animal, shooting his upper body straight up, staring unkindly at the thing that had scared him—a mirror.
With that one look, his gaze swept around the entire room, and he was surprised to discover just how many mirrors had been added!
On the surrounding four walls, each had a mirror over two meters wide. The one closest to him was directly above the headboard.
In addition, a huge octagonal mirror had been added to the ceiling overhead.
Five mirrors, five angles, displaying every expression of the dazed young man on the bed in vivid detail.
Le Can: “!”
Where did this stuff come from?!
Since returning last night, Le Can had actually noticed the extra items in the room.
However, after a day of miscellaneous events, he was so sleepy he had triple eyelids and no energy to pay attention to details.
Finally, the fight he had with Xi Yun before sleeping drained what little energy he had left. After they finished bickering (?), he had fallen asleep almost instantly.
Le Can knew there were mirrors among the new items—Xi Yun had startled him using a mirror last night.
Mirrors are so commonplace; before this, his subconscious just treated it as normal furniture acquisition.
After all, in Xi Yun’s room, aside from the bathroom and walk-in closet, you couldn’t find a single extra mirror. How normal it was to add a mirror! It couldn’t be more normal!
But what Le Can didn’t know was that it wasn’t one mirror, but five whole mirrors, and huge ones at that!!!
Soon, he recalled how Aunt Liang had smiled at him without speaking when he returned yesterday. Earlier than that, there were the scenes of other servants he bumped into in the villa.
One after another, their expressions were ambiguous and shy…
Realizing now what that was about, staring at Xi Yun’s empty half of the bed, Le Can ground his teeth so hard they creaked.
This was Xi Yun’s room; placing mirrors could only be Xi Yun’s decision! His order!
Wedding night, mirrors installed, four walls plus the ceiling… putting these terms together, others might dare to say it, but Le Can didn’t dare to hear it.
He laughed out of sudden anger, choked on his laughter, and the hand resting on the bed couldn’t stop trembling.
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so!
Who wouldn’t misunderstand this?!
Le Can really couldn’t figure out why Xi Yun would do this. What reason could there be to do this?! What was he after? Was he after making sure they hadn’t finished losing face yet?
The shock was too great; Le Can had a splitting headache and felt like he was going stupid.
Originally, as time passed and his brain cleared up a bit, he had planned to abandon the option of sleeping with Xi Yun.
Now, the young man, burning with rage, bared his teeth and coldly met the gaze of himself in the mirror.
He swore he would definitely sleep with Xi Yun.
The location wouldn’t be anywhere else—it would be right in front of these damned mirrors!
Author’s Note: Referencing the Civil Code.
Revealing the answer to Question 1 from before: Hahaha, didn’t expect that, right? [Milk Tea]
[Secret Reveal]: Immediately after realizing that his X-ray vision wouldn’t spiral out of control with images (reflections), Xi Yun notified Yuan Cheng to prepare mirrors.
The confused Yuan Cheng quickly contacted a relevant seller.
Seller: “Kid, what kind of mirror do you want?!”
Yuan Cheng, scratching his head: “For a newlywed couple, installed in the bedroom. Oh right, make them big!”
Seller, smiling mysteriously: “Oh, oh, oh, got it, got it! I’ll set you up with our shop’s best-seller!”
Yuan Maka Baka Cheng, happily: “Right! Get the best and most expensive ones! Thanks, boss!”
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