PMWAIAAPM Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Honey, Say Something!

Xing Yang was a bit surprised; although 100,000 tickets didn’t sound like much, the online ticket sales had that number for every city launching the Star Sea Amusement Park project, which added up to quite a substantial amount.

Most netizens were curious to see what kind of tricks he could pull.

Xing Yang turned his head and saw Tan Zhiyu wearing a confident expression, as if he had everything under control. His popularity was high; since debuting at eighteen, he had made a remarkable rise to fame. Even though the marriage incident with Xing Yang would affect him, his massive fanbase had achieved financial freedom, making them even more supportive.

In November, Butterfly Manor had already entered early winter, the sycamore trees in the area shed their leaves, and Li Yue sent them to the garage before leaving.

After sunset, dark clouds rolled in, suggesting a cold wave and rain might be on the way.

The two got into the elevator, and Tan Zhiyu wanted to take the opportunity to discuss letting Xing Yang transfer the house to Xiao Bao. He thought it would be nice to live together with Boss Xing for a bit—who has been married for so long and still lives apart?

“Our maximum distance is only two meters,” Xing Yang humorously replied to his question. “You’re allergic to cat hair, and Xiao Bao is getting older; he can’t be away from people.”

Having cared for Xiao Bao for so many years, this little cat was no longer the scraggly yellow one that used to rummage through trash by the roadside.

Xiao Bao had suffered in the past, almost starving to death. As he grew up, the lack of something led to an obsessive pursuit of it. Although he had lived with Xing Yang in drafty houses and eaten cheap cat food, his love for food was uncontainable.

Since being neutered, he had packed on the pounds, and at eight years old, he had entered old age among cats. Xiao Bao had repeatedly failed at losing weight, and his heart was overloaded.

How could Tan Zhiyu say Xing Yang was lacking? Even a cat rubbing against his ankle could soften Xing Yang’s heart enough to give it treats. How did he make his business so big and strong?

The domineering CEOs in novels and dramas often had hearts of stone, ripping open shirt buttons and forcefully kissing without care during unspeakable arguments.

Is Xing Yang really like that?

Tan Zhiyu suddenly thought; he genuinely should watch fewer dominating CEO novels…

Otherwise, just thinking about it made him want to kiss Boss Xing in the elevator. He hadn’t had any intimate moments since leaving the airport and wanted to hug him.

“Then you can come back after taking care of Xiao Bao every day, or I can wear a mask.”

“Xing Daba, you’re getting more immature,” Xing Yang pinched his face, and before he could respond, the elevator door opened.

The door to Xing Yang’s home was open, and a young man in a shirt, wearing a headset, was squatting at the door with a chubby Xiao Bao in hand. The little cat’s scruff was held tightly, and the young man’s face showed urgency, his usually lazy eyes filled with helplessness.

It was Jiang Cheng.

He was responsible for taking care of Xiao Bao during this time.

At that moment, he was holding Xiao Bao’s heart protection medicine but was a bit scared of the cat. After trying for a long time, he still couldn’t get it into him. Every day, he had to engage in fierce battles with Xiao Bao over feeding, leading the cat to always want to flee from him.

“Xing Ge! You’re back! I missed you so much, boohoo!” Jiang Cheng climbed up and was about to rush into the man’s arms. “Xiao Bao is so hard to manage, but I’m worried about disturbing your trip in Switzerland. Even if Xiao Bao hates me, I’ve seriously been giving him his medicine!”

Saying that, he smiled eagerly, almost jumping into his embrace.

Tan Zhiyu stepped aside, blocking the oncoming figure, his face dark with displeasure.

“Xing Yang, why is he so stingy?”

“Xing Yang! Why is he here?”

The two spoke almost simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, making Xing Yang’s ears ring, and his already painful head seemed to throb again.

“This is my home.”

“Yang Ge sent me.”

After a second of silence, both exchanged defiant glares.

Jiang Cheng had just graduated from college, his short, light brown hair neatly styled, looking like a good boy waiting for his parents to return home.

This little trick wasn’t easily missed by Tan Zhiyu; he could clearly see who the green tea was.

“Come on, since you two are married, don’t be so petty. Besides, why didn’t you settle things with Xiao Bao before you left?” Jiang Cheng shrugged, handing Xiao Bao over to Xing Yang. “I just made some soup. Yang Ge, why not give it a taste? Nothing feels as flavorful as what you make.”

Tan Zhiyu: “?”

He’s not even dead yet!?

How dare he infringe on his territory right in front of him??

Is he sick or what?

“No wonder he’s not popular. Always thinking about drinking other people’s soup—if you can’t manage your weight, it’s normal to have no traffic. Who would invest in you without the Jiang family?”

After saying that, it seemed something was off.

Yes. He had never understood Xing Yang’s past. When they were secretly married, Jiang Cheng was already aware. He had thought it was just a business relationship turned intimate. Tan Zhiyu remembered, the Jiang family was known for running a hospital in the capital.

Xing Yang had long partnered up with the Jiang family in Switzerland to open a new hospital and had specialized equipment for experimental research.

They had known each other for a long time.

But Xing Yang had never mentioned Jiang Cheng to him—how they met or what happened. Xing Yang had always welcomed him.

Since their rumors began, Xing Yang had only told him not to think too much about it.

Jiang Cheng laughed back, his sharp gaze playfully surveying him: “Yeah, I’m not too famous; after all, filming the current drama got halted because of someone throwing a tantrum~ I’m still young, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

Implying that it was not the same for some people.

Tan Zhiyu was only twenty-eight, nearing thirty, but being mocked for being older angered him, and he clenched his fist as he walked over, a threatening presence.

“What do you mean?!”

Jiang Cheng smiled: “Literally.”

The Jiang family’s young master knew about Xing Yang’s marriage yet continued to cling to him—wasn’t that shameless?

Tan Zhiyu: “I’m allergic to cat hair, and that’s why Boss Xing had you help care for him. Otherwise, when do you think he would have thought of you?”

Jiang Cheng: “Xiao Bao is like my own child; he’s grown up before my eyes. In this day and age, marriages can still end, but it seems the unloved are often in the wrong.”

Tan Zhiyu had never suffered such grievances in his life; he really wanted to punch Jiang Cheng in the face. The smug smile on Jiang Cheng’s face sent chills down his spine. Underneath that seemingly playful demeanor, the way he looked at Xing Yang wasn’t simple.

His intuition told him that Jiang Cheng was not an ordinary person. They weren’t just friends with a single term to sum things up; Jiang Cheng must know things he wasn’t aware of, and the reason he held his head up high in front of him might be because Xing Yang gave him that confidence?

Please, why is it that every time he was ready to enjoy love, someone had to interrupt? Tan Zhiyu was thoroughly annoyed.

“Xing Yang, say something!”

In the slightly resentful tone, there was a hint of grievance asking for the great husband to make a decision.

“Meow—”

Xiao Bao, he didn’t know when he jumped down and called out in the living room.

Tan Zhiyu realized the person beside him was gone. Xing Yang had carried Xiao Bao into the house, but at that moment, the little cat ran out and meowed at them several times, wagging its tail as if to invite them inside.

Jiang Cheng quickly reacted: “Xing Yang!”

Jiang Cheng rushed inside, and Tan Zhiyu paused for a second, following in just as Xiao Bao was rubbing against Xing Yang’s pant leg.

Xing Yang held a medicine bottle that spilled everywhere, half-leaning back on the sofa, looking unconscious, blood slowly dripping from his nose…

“Xing Yang!”

“Where’s the car? I’ll drive. Carry him downstairs, quick! Give him the pheromones, give him the pheromones!” Jiang Cheng grabbed the car keys on the table and dashed downstairs.

“Xing Yang? What happened? Xing Yang?” Tan Zhiyu’s mind was in a state of absolute tension. The pheromones he released couldn’t wake Xing Yang up; the fervent rose felt so trivial against his bright red blood.

Just a while ago, everything was fine…

Don’t, don’t, don’t let anything happen…