Part 2
Even the steadiest person had moments of panic. At least in Jiang Shulu’s life, this counted as a top priority event.
Although many times in midnight dreams he had considered the possibility, and became more cautious each time.
But Tang Yue wanted a home.
A home of three.
Being together until now, how could Jiang Shulu not know he liked children?
The little alien didn’t speak without restraint; he was incomparably sincere to Jiang Shulu, the greatest solace for Jiang Shulu after withdrawing from busy affairs every day.
Tang Yue: “Ge, you are shaking.”
He looked at Jiang Shulu in surprise, then Jiang Shulu covered his mouth: “Don’t say anymore.”
Tang Yue refused to comply. He went to kiss the other, teasing: “You aren’t going to cry later, are you?”
Jiang Shulu covered his eyes: “Don’t know which little bastard was paralyzed in bed for a day after that day three months ago.”
The little bastard was very proud: “So we are going to have a child.”
Jiang Shulu nodded: “Seems you still like the me who doesn’t listen to you saying ‘don’t want anymore’, right?”
Tang Yue’s face turned red: “I do not!”
Jiang Shulu: “Then I’ll listen to you from now on.”
Tang Yue: “You were supposed to listen to me anyway.”
Jiang Shulu: “Yes, after all Xiao Yue is my…”
Tang Yue: “Husband!”
Jiang Shulu: “En.”
Wait until Jiang Shulu went to make phone calls did Tang Yue realize he seemed to have been tricked by Jiang Shulu again.
The little alien from Planet 9787 was indeed different.
At least many essential manuals Jiang Shulu prepared didn’t apply to Tang Yue.
But sleep was indeed insufficient. For example, Tang Yue would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night wanting roasted tangerines.
Jiang Shulu adjusted some work arrangements. The core team didn’t know what happened to the boss, only assuming Jiang Shulu and Tang Yue might be having a relationship crisis.
Many people asked Song Chen privately if this was true.
Song Chen uniformly replied no, curious himself why Jiang Shulu’s schedule was becoming increasingly nocturnal.
This day was like that.
The proposal representative was still doing a deep analysis.
Jiang Shulu leaned back in his chair, one hand on the table, fingers against his temple. Even though the camera wasn’t close, he gave off a chilling vibe.
Jiang Shulu in work mode was always like this.
Halfway through, the door in Jiang Shulu’s background opened. A man in pajamas entered sleepily, calling out “Ge.”
Song Chen, taking meeting minutes, hadn’t reacted yet when Tang Yue naturally sat on Jiang Shulu’s lap.
Tang Yue rarely went to Jiang Shulu’s company.
But everyone knew the boss’s partner was currently the hottest singer. The fan age range covered everything; old and young at home liked him.
Many people didn’t say it, but secretly hoped Jiang Shulu would bring Tang Yue to the annual meeting.
Unfortunately, the CEO, who was once in a boy band, didn’t like public exposure after leaving the group, preferring to be the man behind the top singer.
Implementing a strict separation of public and private life, so there were no rumors of pick-ups and drop-offs.
No one expected to see Tang Yue in a midnight video conference.
Not the exquisite styling on stage; the home pajamas looked soft, just very large, making the youth’s figure appear even thinner.
Tang Yue had highlights done for a performance a while ago and hadn’t dyed them back. Under the overhead light, that cluster of blue in his bangs was particularly obvious.
It made his skin appear even fairer. Clearly not having opened his eyes, he accurately hugged Jiang Shulu, speaking clingily.
ใDecember Core Meeting Access Group (10)ใ
โ What is this awkward feeling of accidentally stumbling into a couple’s room!! โ Feels like a million-dollar paid livestream… โ Brake!!! Middle of the night!! โ So envious! Mr. Lu is so fulfilled at only twenty-five! โ Woo woo woo seeing Tang Yue, I die with no regrets! #AboutMyIdolBeingMyBoss’sWife
Jiang Shulu disregarded the meeting. He asked softly: “Why awake? Uncomfortable?”
Tang Yue didn’t let go: “I want roasted tangerines, really want to eat.”
โ So cold to us but to the wife… โ Indeed public and private are separated. โ I suddenly really want to get married!! Can’t stand it!
Tang Yue had several check-ups abroad. The little alien in his belly was growing well, just obviously different from ordinary women giving birth.
Jiang Shulu was embarrassed to say that every time he accompanied him for a check-up, standing outside gave him a strong sense of weightlessness.
The timing of their meeting and getting together was too perfect.
As if missing one link, they would have missed five years, or ten years, or even a lifetime.
If the planet hadn’t hit Planet 9787, Jiang Shulu inevitably would have died alone in this life, never obtaining this kind of midnight snuggling warmth.
Song Chen tactfully closed the meeting, thinking where to buy roasted tangerines in the middle of the night.
And are roasted tangerines really tasty?
If it was Tang Yue, it didn’t seem strange.
Jiang Shulu carried Tang Yue downstairs, put him on the rocking chair, and went to find tangerines himself.
Tang Yue: “If there aren’t any, forget it. I just suddenly wanted to eat.”
He dreamed of the interstellar past, and seemed to vaguely glimpse the future of the Tang Yue who swapped time and space with him.
The sense of loss was too strong, then filled with rejoicing in his chest. He stumbled out of bed to find the lover whose soul was deeply bound to his in this world.
Jiang Shulu: “There are, I bought them yesterday.”
He smiled at Tang Yue: “And the small grill you bought for barbecue last time. Want to roast something else, like cheese rice cakes?”
After speaking, Jiang Shulu thought of the doctor’s orders, and the doctor’s helplessness toward Tang Yue.
Tang Yue: “Yes!”
When Jiang Shulu came over, he smilingly pulled Jiang Shulu’s hand: “Touch me.”
Tang Yue: “What should we name him?”
Jiang Shulu: “You name him.”
Tang Yue: “I just sleep much more than before, so call him Xiao Mian (Little Sleep)?”
Jiang Shulu nodded.
Tang Yue: “Is the formal name too simple…”
Jiang Shulu: “Taking your surname sounds better.”
Tang Yue: “Take my surname?”
Jiang Shulu: “En, thanks for your hard work, our Xiao Yue.”
Tang Yue: “Right, should take my surname.”
Tang Yue smiled again: “But seems no difference, I like both.”
He chanted “Xiao Mian” several times like a rap, finally saying “Wow”: “Sounds like Xiao Mie (Little Sheep).”
Jiang Shulu roasting tangerines: “Hm?”
Tang Yue: “Mie mie mie.”
Jiang Shulu laughed too: “Little sheep.”
Tang Yue: “Cute?”
Jiang Shulu: “Cute.”
A few months later, Tang Yue had a child named Tang Mian.
He strove to prove he was a super powerful alien, saying to Jiang Shulu who sat dazed by the bed: “See, not a triangle-headed alien.”
Jiang Shulu’s bitterness was washed away: “How could it be a triangle head, you aren’t one.”
Tang Yue: “Xiao Mie has natural curls, so cute.”
He went to pinch the child’s hand, but his other hand felt a coolness.
Jiang Shulu changed him into a new ring.
Jiang Shulu: “Not as good-looking as the previous one, I made it before.”
The man who never panicked in big scenes choked up. He took a deep breath and said: “Tang Yue.”
“I don’t want to wait for the domestic marriage certificate.”
Jiang Shulu: “Let’s get married in this city first, okay?”
Between the two of them, the one who yearned for marriage more was Tang Yue.
Because of family reasons, Jiang Shulu had avoided talking about love before meeting Tang Yue.
Some things were hard to describe and hard to clarify the reasons for.
But at this moment, he felt he obtained the future he was most afraid to obtain.
Because it was too dreamlike, unreal, thinking one second more made him feel unworthy, that it was all fake.
But Tang Yue was real, like a deity, like a meteor, letting him obtain a dreamlike real future.
Tang Yue was calm instead. He looked at the ring for a long time. This was the type he mentioned to Jiang Shulu during the group era.
With the lover’s name written on it, blatantly exposed, like a mark. Just a bit silly.
But he was Jiang Shulu’s Tang Yue.
No matter how silly or childish the idea, someone would cooperate unconditionally.
Tang Yue smiled and reached out: “Where’s the other one? Let me trap you completely, okay?”
“My Jiang Shulu.”
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