Chapter 41: Wait, Listen to My Explanation First! Glancing at the Youth with Silver-Gray…
“Hello, Madam.”
Having finally corrected the address of most people around him, encountering a strange face brought the title “Madam” back into the world.
Le Can held a mouthful of noodle soup, nearly spraying it onto the young man’s fresh, clean face opposite him.
His peach-blossom eyes, widened into round arcs, first glanced at the only familiar connection diagonally across—Yuan Cheng.
Alas, some young people were bowing their heads, addicted to cyber-complaining, showing no sign of looking up, and certainly no way to answer his doubts.
Le Can couldn’t help but tilt his body, poking Xi Yun with his shoulder. He chose not to turn his head to look at him, as the movement would be too obvious.
Instead… his hand on the table slid down silently, reaching out to touch the person beside him without visual guidance, relying on feel.
That long, slender hand missed the first two times. On the last try, Le Can boldly swung his hand upward.
Subsequently, his hand pressed against a warm, firm place.
How thick could a shirt be in April? Fingertips rich in nerve endings could accurately capture many details of the touched object.
For example, the texture.
The soft, smooth fabric lived up to its price, light as a cloud.
Thus, Le Can could clearly feel the firmness and resilience of the muscles beneath its cover when they tensed up.
For example, the shape.
The shirt was shaped like water, closely fitting the form of the object beneath. Therefore, Le Can quickly outlined the distribution and flow of the muscle lines under his palm in his mind.
Hmm, confirmed, not the chest or waist. My hand is on Xi Yun’s abs…
And for example, the temperature.
The shirt material was extremely breathable and should have felt cool. But the coolness lasted only a few seconds, replaced by a continuous transmission of warm body heat.
Clearly, the temperature wasn’t high, yet Le Can, sitting under the ceiling fan, broke out in a heat.
Tsk, nice waist.
His hand reflexively tightened, as if knowingly committing a crime by grabbing Xi Yun’s abs. But Le Can swore, in that moment, he really didn’t have that kind of intention!
Just as he prepared to sneakily pretend nothing happened and withdraw the “crime tool,” a powerful force clamped onto the young man’s pale wrist the next second, pulling it away from the tightly pressed waist.
Le Can’s hand played dead for a few seconds. Then, waiting for the hand pinching him to show signs of releasing, it instantly twisted, grabbing the other party back.
Before Xi Yun could react, Le Can took the lead, poking the inside of the other’s wrist with his index finger, trying to convey his confusion.
Whose kid is this?
Xi Yun half-lowered his eyes, hiding the fluctuation in his depths after hearing consecutive inner thoughts. Consequently, he missed the best time to answer the question.
Le Can was out of options. He felt his tacit understanding with Xi Yun was zero.
Above the dining table, the young man smiled gently, returning a smile to Liang Yusheng: “Hello.”
Very dignified, very proper.
Making the other party feel his attention and respect just right.
Totally undetectable that under the table, in the blind spot, he had already exchanged several rounds of “play fighting” with the person beside him.
After smiling, Le Can yanked the hand in his palm, pulling the person sharply toward him!
Almost at the same time, the young man turned his head without warning, quickly leaning in to close the distance with the man inclining toward him.
The corners of his mouth maintained an upward arc, looking straight into a pair of magnificent, ghostly silver-gray double pupils, his peach-blossom eyes carrying a danger signal known only to the other party.
“Not going to introduce him? Hus, band, hmm?”
“Pfft—”
Someone spurted laughter.
Le Can didn’t care and was happy to see it.
Is it wrong that the counterpart to “Madam” (Furen) is “Old Master/Husband” (Laoye)?
Of course, there was actually a nicer, more modern term called “Mr.” (Xiansheng), but Le Can didn’t want to call him that. Since he suffered psychological trauma, Xi Yun, the root cause of it all, couldn’t escape either.
To Le Can, this was called fairness.
The gaze pressed too close; Xi Yun’s pupils contracted slightly.
The face reflected on his retina smiled with provocation, utterly vivid. With the field of vision narrowed, lacking the usual worry of uncontrollable X-ray vision, Xi Yun saw Le Can very clearly.
He doesn’t like the title “Madam”.
Xi Yun thought.
Indeed, this title didn’t suit Le Can.
Usually, jokes were jokes, but since he had reached a cooperation with Le Can, he should show the sincerity and attitude a collaborator should have.
“Liang Yusheng, son of Uncle Zhao and Aunt Liang.”
Facing the address “Husband” (Laoye), Xi Yun made no rebuttal. Le Can suffered a “Madam” because of him; the other party unhappy and returning a “Husband/Old Master” was something he should accept.
After speaking, Xi Yun turned to Liang Yusheng: “This is Le Can. He doesn’t like hearing others call him ‘Madam.’ In the future, call him ‘Mr. Le.'”
Others in the villa had actually already dropped the old-fashioned title “Madam” in front of Le Can. Those closer, like Aunt Liang, called him “Ah Can,” while those not too close or peers usually switched to “Mr. Le.”
The only one with a different address was Yuan Cheng, that simpleton.
However, “Brother-in-law” (Gefu) wasn’t “Sister-in-law” (Gesao), and it sounded like he vaguely pressed Xi Yun down a head. Le Can, for the sake of two million a month in pocket money, accepted it happily.
Liang Yusheng understood immediately, apologizing and correcting himself on the spot: “Mr. Le, apologies. I am Liang Yusheng, an employee of Weiyuanjing.”
“Usually at home, I often hear my parents praising how good the relationship is between you and the Boss. Seeing it with my own eyes today, it is indeed enviable.”
He joked: “It’s just suffering for me, someone without a partner. The ideological work urging marriage and dating in the future will probably be even more frequent…”
Liang Yusheng genuinely felt the boss might be serious.
The Xi Yun he usually saw was a man of few words at work, a decisive authority who wouldn’t let himself or others overstep to answer questions on someone’s behalf.
Responsibilities at Weiyuanjing were clearly divided. Whoever should speak, whoever should act, whoever should take responsibility—that specific person bore it alone.
In life, although seen less, whenever Yuan Cheng or Miss Xie Jun encountered issues, Xi Yun usually only provided problem-solving ideas, letting them solve problems themselves, never interfering personally.
Someone for whom Xi Yun would intervene and personally help explain. Someone for whom the iron tree that hadn’t bloomed in ten thousand years silently flash-married and got a certificate, then publicized it…
Liang Yusheng was certain: He loves him.
“Cough, cough cough cough!”
Being praised for having a good relationship with the Male Lead, Le Can held his breath and coughed twice.
He unconsciously squeezed the thing in his hand tight, looking at the sincere yet slightly troubled young man opposite, restraining the “pain mask” surfacing on his face.
“No need to envy, no need to envy!”
It’s all fake anyway.
“You are still young; you will definitely meet someone you like in the future.”
Cherish your single days, young man.
Le Can really couldn’t understand—what was there to envy about him and Xi Yun?
Envy what? That bowl of noodles piled high with toppings?
If you said you envied that earlier, I could have given the noodles to Liang Yusheng, really!
Thinking this, Le Can cast a slightly condemning glance at Xi Yun.
Look at him, envious of even a bowl of noodles. Do you want to reflect on whether the monthly salary you pay is too low?
So busy he has no time to date, and facing huge pressure to marry because you and I oversold the persona—do you feel your conscience hurting?
Oh wait! Capitalists never reflect on themselves; they just equally crush all workers. Tsk!
Xi Yun, labeled a “Capitalist”: “.”
Perhaps because the distance was too close, like the signal getting better, Xi Yun found the inner voice he heard was more complete and clear.
However… after hearing what Le Can was thinking, Xi Yun felt deeply that sometimes, there was no need to hear everything clearly.
The silver-gray eyes glancing at the youth held a faint smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
Le Can felt inexplicably guilty for a second, but he quickly realized Xi Yun couldn’t possibly hear him murmuring in his heart, and immediately glared back self-righteously.
What are you laughing at!
Facing the impact of god-tier looks at close range—if Xi Yun laughed any more, Le Can wouldn’t be able to hold his bottom line as a worker.
After all, he was just a vulgar, money-loving face-con. And Xi Yun, possessing both looks and generosity in front of him, didn’t belong to the most hateful category of bosses.
Xi Yun didn’t hear the drifting inner thoughts Le Can didn’t dare say firmly even in his mind.
He was just amused and angry.
Not as Le Can wished, Xi Yun’s intact conscience didn’t hurt. Instead, he wanted to deduct a certain someone’s pocket money.
But those infuriating words only echoed in Xi Yun’s mind—strange inner thoughts that couldn’t be spoken. He couldn’t show that he knew, nor should he know these heartfelt words.
Lacking a legitimate reason to deduct money, Xi Yun wasn’t without other methods.
“…Didn’t expect to meet by such coincidence today.”
Cleverly changing the subject, Le Can, who was chatting happily with Liang Yusheng, suddenly felt a faint chill on his back.
His speech rate slowed down, and his eyes subtly scanned the surroundings.
“Did you guys come to Helin to hunt for treasures too?”
There was about a week left until the Spring Auction preview. Boss plus employees at a flower, bird, and antique market—surely not here to pick flowers for the display? Besides, auction houses generally didn’t display large areas of flowers and plants.
Liang Yusheng glanced at his boss, who had lowered eyelids and hadn’t expressed an opinion, then nodded naturally, adding weight to Le Can’s importance in his heart again.
Even people who strictly separate public and private matters, when meeting a genuinely cared-for lover, will have their work and private matters cross… Heroes stumble over beauty, indeed.
“I heard that Yayun Ancient Workshop here received a treasure worthy of being a suppression piece. If it goes smoothly, it will perfectly fill the last vacancy in the high-end boutique section.”
Hearing Yayun Ancient Workshop, Le Can’s brow twitched slightly.
Isn’t that a coincidence.
The place he was going to after eating was the Yayun Ancient Workshop in the East Zone.
Le Can casually probed for the possible source of the chill while considering whether to go with the group or avoid today…
Before reaching a conclusion, he suddenly looked up and met a pair of shocked puppy eyes. Looking further down, on the phone screen facing him and Xi Yun, Xie Jun also wore a look with a straight gaze and an expression full of gossip and excitement.
Le Can was confused: ? What’s up?
He followed their gazes, looking down to find his left hand interlaced with Xi Yun’s… He abruptly released his fingers, looking up at the two with ambiguous eyes.
Wait, listen to my explanation first!
Author’s Note: Congratulations to our Rumor Team for expanding in scale; we have another bystander who firmly believes in the “True Love Theory.” Clap clap clap applause.JPG
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