MRFD Chapter 33

“Are you feeling better? Are you still uncomfortable?” Chen Ke Yao walked towards the kitchen with the yogurt in hand, turning his head to look at him as he went.

“Not uncomfortable, I should be fine,” Rong Yi frowned as he looked at the bag in his hand. “Why did you buy so much?”

“I saw they were having a promotion, special price, so I bought a little more,” Chen Ke Yao said with a smug look.

Rong Yi’s heart immediately sank. He quickly walked forward, took out a row of yogurt from inside, and began to search for the production date.

Sure enough, the expiration date was only until tomorrow.

He shoved the date-printed side in front of Chen Ke Yao’s eyes: “Can you finish drinking all of this in time?”

Chen Ke Yao was shocked: “Huh?”

Then he immediately tore open the packaging, took out a box, and put it in Rong Yi’s hand: “Quick, drink it!”

“…”

Just as Rong Yi was speechless, Chen Ke Yao tore open another box, and while continuing to walk towards the kitchen, he called out, “Ms. Lan, you’re working so hard, come and have a glass of yogurt.”

Her precious son suddenly being so attentive, Ms. Lan was very pleased and happily accepted the soon-to-expire yogurt.

Rong Yi sighed. He had just torn open the lid and taken a sip when Chen Ke Yao poked his head out of the kitchen: “Is one box enough? Want some more?”

This guy bought three sets in total, eight boxes in each set. It was basically impossible to finish them all before they expired. He had no common sense at all. He really didn’t know how he managed to survive on his own before.

Although he really wanted to complain, looking at the hand holding the yogurt and shaking it, and the expectant look in his eyes, Rong Yi ultimately couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

The ultimate result was that he basically couldn’t eat dinner.

Ms. Lan’s cooking skills weren’t outstanding, but she could make a few decent home-style dishes. However, Rong Yi was stuffed full of yogurt by Chen Ke Yao. He forced down a few bites, but kept burping, and every burp smelled like yogurt.

“Little Rong doesn’t have an appetite. Is he still not feeling well?” Ms. Lan looked worried. “You should eat more when you’re not feeling well. You’ll get better faster if you get enough nutrition. Yao Yao, what are you standing there blankly for? Put more food on his plate.”

Chen Ke Yao hesitated for a moment, and under Rong Yi’s sharp gaze, carefully picked up a string bean and placed it on top of the rice in his bowl.

“E-eat more?” he said.

Ms. Lan was anxious: “You child, is that how you put food on someone’s plate?”

After she finished speaking, she took matters into her own hands, picked up a large pork chop, and pressed it down on top of the pitiful string bean in Rong Yi’s bowl.

“Really, so clueless,” Ms. Lan said, exasperated. “Little Rong, how did you end up falling for him?”

Rong Yi looked down at the greasy pork chop, feeling the yogurt in his stomach constantly bubbling. How did he fall for him? He was seduced by his good looks. This auntie should reflect on why she gave birth to her silly son to be so good-looking.

Fortunately, he was very skilled and experienced in the business of pretending to be a boyfriend. No matter how silly the partner was, he could still force himself to praise them.

“He… is a good person,” Rong Yi squeezed out a smile. “Honest, reliable, and good to me.”

“Cough.” The honest man Chen Ke Yao made a strange noise.

“That’s true,” Ms. Lan, in general, was still full of love for her son. “Although our Yao Yao looks fierce, he really has a good temper. Sigh, it’s just that I haven’t seen him for a while and he’s made his face look like this. I was shocked when I first saw him today.”

“It’s okay,” Rong Yi said, “It’s already better than it was a while ago. In a few more months, you probably won’t be able to tell.”

Ms. Lan stared at Chen Ke Yao’s half of his face for a while, thoughtfully, making Chen Ke Yao feel awkward all over.

“Eat your food, what are you looking at me for?”

“You two, it seems like you’ve been together for quite a while,” Ms. Lan said suddenly. “Have you thought about when you’re going to get married?”

Rong Yi, who was diligently gnawing on the pork chop, choked on the spot.

This was too much, exceeding the scope of his business.

He quickly looked at Chen Ke Yao, who also looked at a loss. But fortunately, this person quickly calmed down, and then pretended to say: “This… mainly because Rong Yi is still in the rising stage of his career, so it’s not suitable for the time being.”

Ms. Lan didn’t seem satisfied with this answer, and hesitated, but in the end, she just sighed: “Oh well, you young people all have your own ideas.”

Both young people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ms. Lan then said, “The reason I came back this time is because your younger brother is getting married.”

Chen Ke Yao actually had a younger brother? While Rong Yi was surprised, Ms. Lan explained to him: “He’s the child my husband brought with him after I remarried. He’s two years younger than Yao Yao.”

Rong Yi nodded.

No wonder, Chen Ke Yao’s expression also showed that he had just learned about this news. This step-brother probably wasn’t very close to him.

“My husband said he hopes you can also attend the wedding,” Ms. Lan said, “It’s this weekend. You should be free, right?”

“Sure,” Chen Ke Yao agreed readily, “I’ll go with you.”

“Then…” Ms. Lan turned her gaze to Rong Yi, “Little Rong, why don’t you come along too?”

Rong Yi leaned back on the sofa chair in Chen Ke Yao’s room, feeling miserable.

The pork chop, string beans, and yogurt had fermented into a strange taste in his stomach, and every burp made him want to vomit.

Chen Ke Yao sat beside him, grinning sheepishly: “If you don’t want to go, just say you’re busy with work, it’s okay.”

Rong Yi glanced at him.

Why was he saying this now? He had already forced himself to agree just now.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Chen Ke Yao said again: “I am deeply grateful, I don’t know how to repay you.”

I can only repay you with my body.

Rong Yi automatically added the second half of the sentence in his heart, and then immediately put on a disgusted expression.

He was always vomiting, so it wouldn’t be useful even if he offered himself, and it would be annoying to look at him. He didn’t want it.

He looked at Chen Ke Yao: “If you really want to repay me, just promise me a few things.”

“Tell me what they are first?”

“That person today, the one who was so dramatic and loud, is he your editor?” Rong Yi asked.

Chen Ke Yao was stunned.

“I guessed right, didn’t I!” Rong Yi was excited.

That young man called Chen Ke Yao “Teacher” in every sentence, and didn’t seem like a parent of a child. Their conversation, which had no beginning or end, also occasionally contained some keywords with obvious characteristics. Combined with Chen Ke Yao’s brazen claim that his work relied entirely on his intelligent brain, it was highly likely that he was a writer.

Moreover, probably quite successful. Otherwise, how could he be so carefree, eating and drinking without worrying about money, even though his editor was so anxious?

Chen Ke Yao’s current expression further confirmed his guess.

This guy actually seemed quite embarrassed.

“So, you really are a writer?” Rong Yi stared at him with wide eyes.

“Uh…” Teacher Chen was very shy. “Just write a little something, it’s not really a ‘home’.”

Although this look was annoying, Rong Yi didn’t feel the slightest bit of ridicule at this moment. After all, Chen Ke Yao had long been an image of someone with a simple mind and well-developed limbs in his mind. Suddenly knowing that he had this other identity made him look at him with new eyes.

Even his current mysterious shyness showed a bit of unique charm.

“I want to see what you write!” Rong Yi was very excited. “What’s your name?”

Chen Ke Yao hesitated for a moment: “… My name is Chen Ke Yao.”

What nonsense.

“Your pen name is your real name?” Rong Yi asked.

“Not really…”

Seeing him so evasive, Rong Yi couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

“So difficult to say, you’re not writing pornographic novels, are you…”

“How is that possible,” Chen Ke Yao immediately denied, “They can all be published regularly, okay?”

“Then why don’t you want me to know?”

“Why do you have to know,” Chen Ke Yao’s eyes wandered, “Didn’t things work out fine before when you didn’t know?”

Extremely suspicious.

But he definitely wouldn’t say it, and Rong Yi couldn’t do anything about it.

“You should be quite famous, right,” Rong Yi thought again, “I heard your editor say that the third book was a year and a half ago…”

“Look, you’re still sick, so don’t overwork your brain,” Chen Ke Yao rubbed his hands. “Why not drink some yogurt and get a good night’s sleep.”

“Don’t say the word yogurt to me,” Rong Yi frowned. “I feel nauseous just hearing it now.”

Chen Ke Yao thought for a moment: “… Then, drink some hot water.”

“Forget it,” Rong Yi waved his hand. “I’ll slowly look it up online tomorrow.”

“…” Chen Ke Yao looked bitter and suddenly said, “Didn’t you say there were a few things you wanted to ask me to do? Tell me about the others?”

Hearing this, Rong Yi’s attitude suddenly softened.

“That,” he reached out and quickly pointed to the merchandise that was still covered on the table, “When I get back to my room, I want to put up that calendar.”

Chen Ke Yao immediately darkened his face and looked at him very seriously: “Over my dead body.”

“…”

“Don’t even think about it. That’s my bottom line that I won’t give in on. Not throwing your stuff out already is my greatest kindness.”

Rong Yi turned his head away and lightly “?Repelling the spring?”

“I really can’t figure it out, do you like him that much?” Chen Ke Yao frowned at him.

“I can’t figure it out either,” Rong Yi also frowned. “Do you dislike him that much?”

Chen Ke Yao moved his gaze away unhappily, and didn’t say anything.

Rong Yi suddenly had a flash of inspiration: “Great writer, you don’t happen to know him, do you?”

“I don’t know him!” Chen Ke Yao suddenly raised his voice.

Rong Yi was startled, and just as he was about to speak, he saw that this guy seemed to think that his denial just now wasn’t strong enough, and added again: “No intersection, no connection, I’ve never had any relationship with him in my life.”

“…”

Rong Yi looked suspicious.

He had only said it casually and didn’t take it too seriously, but looking at Chen Ke Yao’s current appearance, he really began to doubt it.

After all, this person was usually very easy to talk to and didn’t have much of a temper. Until now, there had never been any other person or thing that could make him feel disgusted to this extent.

“… I understand,” Rong Yi swallowed. “Could it be that you pursued him, and he didn’t agree, so you were ashamed and angry?”

Chen Ke Yao took a deep breath.

“I guessed right again!” Rong Yi was excited.

“You’re the great writer,” Chen Ke Yao said, “If you make up some more, you can publish a book.”

The author has something to say:

Actually, this story was written by Teacher Chen, so Rong Yi’s arrow is so obvious [fake] [Teacher Chen would write about his own wise and mighty, and the meow meow would disappear in a puff of smoke [Teacher Chen: I wouldn’t!!!