Chapter 85

After the planting work that day, Ye Chen and a few helpers passed through the Chaos Mark, transporting the goods and packaging boxes for tomorrow’s shipment to the office in the neighboring city.

The ninety-square-meter office had begun operating normally. Ye Chen had hired two customer service representatives through a recruitment website, both recent university graduates. He didn’t dare to conduct the training himself, so after some consideration and at Bi An’an’s suggestion, he entrusted the responsibility of training the staff to the eighth dragon son, Fu Xi.

Unlike the sixth dragon son, Bi Xi, who had a slightly different name, Fu Xi was gentle and scholarly in nature, with a petite and delicate physique that couldn’t carry a stele but was often carved into the sides of stone tablets by mortals. This was due to Fu Xi’s reading obsession—he loved reading text. In ancient times, he would often stop in front of stone tablets inscribed with words to read the inscriptions. After being spotted by mortals a few times, he maintained his habits even after awakening in modern times, bringing along facial cleanser to read the ingredients and usage instructions even while using the restroom.

Fu Xi was brought by Bi An’an to clear land at the Bird Mouse Cave Mountain. His shy personality made him resemble an antisocial, overweight homebody, aside from his handsome looks. He was too embarrassed to ask for anything and spent his free time poring over Ye Chen’s old scripts. In just a few days, he finished reading all the old scripts and could be found staring at the Gucci logo on Ye Chen’s sweatshirt, savoring it for a while.

On the sixth day of Fu Xi’s land-clearing work, Ye Chen, who was on the mountain tending to saplings, accidentally discovered Fu Xi engrossed in reading the instructions for a cold medicine, nodding his head in fascination.

Ye Chen cleared his throat, causing Fu Xi to jerk his head up.

Their eyes met.

Fu Xi: “…”

Ye Chen: “…”

Ye Chen slowly said, “Ge, do you have any more?”

Fu Xi reached into his left pocket and pulled out the instruction manuals for Fenbid and Amoxicillin, handing them over while whispering, “These two are done.”

No wonder the manuals were all gone… Ye Chen realized: “I thought they were hidden away by Hou Hou and the others for fun.”

Fu Xi dug into his right pocket and pulled out another stack of manuals, which included instructions for an LCD TV and a microwave oven, suggesting, “I haven’t read these yet. Can I return them to you later?”

“No rush, take your time.” Ye Chen felt a bit stifled. “I ordered a batch of smartphones online; they should arrive in a couple of days. You can use the phone to read novels from now on.”

With a smartphone, Fu Xi thrived. Every night after work, he would read web novels and scroll through Weibo until dawn, as he didn’t necessarily need to sleep. Gradually, he became the most knowledgeable among the dragon sons who had slept for many years regarding modern society. Although Ye Chen considered his social anxiety and initially didn’t want him to interact with people, Bi An’an kindly sent the eighth brother to train the customer service representatives, claiming it would be good practice.

The two customer service girls had just graduated and were struggling to find jobs. They planned to work as customer service for Ye Chen to gain experience while looking for better opportunities. They didn’t expect their trainer to be as good-looking as a star, the meals to be so delicious they made them tear up, and occasional extra perks. Now, they weren’t just afraid of leaving their jobs; they were literally worried about losing their jobs—so they worked diligently. Since starting, there hadn’t been a single mistake in customer inquiries and shipments.

At this time, the evening shift customer service representatives had finished for the day, and the morning shift would handle the packaging and shipping. Shen Mofeng carried the last box of hair growth serum into the small meeting room and placed it against the wall. Turning around, he saw Ye Chen entering with a box of freshly picked spiritual cream strawberries, placing the container in the small refrigerator tucked into the corner of his desk.

“Employee benefits,” Ye Chen said as he closed the refrigerator door. “They’re quite serious about their work.”

Shen Mofeng glanced up and noticed a glass jar of dried red dates on the desk.

“Lingzao, you can steep it in water to drink,” Ye Chen said, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “Girls drink this, you know… helps with stomach discomfort.”

Shen Mofeng replied sourly, “It’s really nice to be your employee.”

“It’s mutual,” Boss Ye said with a friendly smile, rubbing his hands together as he talked about management. “The company offers good benefits, so the employees are invested in the company. In a few days, when the apples come in, I’ll send them a whole sack. You can’t buy something this delicious with money.”

Shen Mofeng glanced at him, neither warm nor cold: “Oh.”

Ye Chen quickly responded, “I’ll send you a sack too.”

Shen Mofeng: “…”

“I’m currently helping you recruit,” Shen Mofeng said, looking around the office to get down to business. “We’ll need to add a few more workstations later. For now, we’ll just make do with this setup.”

“No problem; we could fit ten more easily.” Ye Chen walked over to the desk, measuring the space. “Two computers here, two over there…”

If the two customer service girls knew the strawberries in the fridge were put there by Ye Chen, and Shen Mofeng had already teased Ye Chen about them, they might just faint on the spot.

…

In the main room, Ye Chen’s large bed was placed by the window, while eight children’s beds were lined up against the wall. The divine beast cubs had finished washing up and had transformed back to their original forms, playing and frolicking on the bed. Shen Mofeng escorted Ye Chen to the door but hadn’t even had a chance to say a word before being locked onto by the cubs’ eager and inquisitive gazes, leaving him unable to do anything.

“…” Shen Mofeng looked innocent. “Good night, rest early.”

At first glance, they did look quite human.

Ye Chen took off his sweat-drenched work jacket and tossed it into the laundry basket, revealing his slim yet angular arms. He whispered, “Good night, bro.”

After Shen Mofeng left Ye Chen’s yard, he turned left and walked up to his own yard, feeling restless like a dog.

Ye Chen had been busy these past few days, and Shen Mofeng was also being chased by various trivial matters. The chaotic and noisy atmosphere around him made him feel uncomfortable, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted. Just now, when he caught a glimpse of Ye Chen taking off his jacket, he realized that since they officially established their relationship, he hadn’t even touched Ye Chen’s fingers more than once…

Half an hour later.

After taking a shower and drying his hair, Ye Chen returned to his room. Only a small nightlight illuminated the space, and most of the divine beast cubs had fallen asleep, their soft breaths rising and falling like the fluff of young animals.

Ye Chen tiptoed onto the bed, pulled out his phone, and opened Shen Mofeng’s WeChat chat window, only to see “The other party is typing…” at the top.

Ye Chen quickly sent: 1

Shen Mofeng paused for a moment: ?

Ye Chen: Faster than you!

Ye Chen: I saw you were typing.

Shen Mofeng smiled and typed: I miss you, baby.

Ye Chen’s cheeks turned slightly red as he replied coyly: Me too.

Shen Mofeng: Have the little divine beasts fallen asleep?

Ye Chen: Almost.

Shen Mofeng: Want to climb over the wall.

Ye Chen’s heart tightened.

Shen Mofeng: Can I flip over and crawl into your bed?

Ye Chen felt a wave of dryness in his mouth but said, “Don’t, you’ll wake them up.”

Shen Mofeng replied: “If they wake up, I’ll just say that big brother Chen Chen is teaching me how to drive a tractor in bed and demonstrating how to shift gears.”

Ye Chen was so flustered by this risqué remark that his face turned crimson, and he broke into a fine sweat under the covers. He typed a response, then deleted it, then typed again.

Before he could come up with a clear reply, Shen Mofeng sent an even more suggestive message.

Ye Chen felt mortified: “Ge…”

Shen Mofeng sent another message that made Ye Chen unable to look at his phone.

Ye Chen was about to burst with embarrassment and pleaded, “Please stop.”

Finally, Shen Mofeng sent a more sensible message: “If you come over, I won’t say anything.”

Ye Chen replied: “Then wait for me for three minutes.”

He then quietly slipped out of bed, fumbling to get dressed.

After a while, Ye Chen sneaked to the base of the wall and stood still.

He could easily go through the front door, but after Shen Mofeng had mentioned wanting to climb over the wall come over, he felt stirred up himself and wanted to climb over the wall too.

How fun would that be? The more openly acceptable something is, once you decide to **, it adds an extra layer of excitement.

By the edge of the courtyard wall stood a large water tank left by the previous owner. It was too heavy for Ye Chen to bother with, so it had just been sitting there. The tank’s rim was at waist height, making it a perfect stepping stool.

Ye Chen stepped onto the rim of the tank and pushed himself up to stand on it.

However, he didn’t rush to jump down; instead, he dawdled while gripping the edge of the wall, letting the night breeze blow over him.

His freshly dried hair still held a hint of moisture, appearing dark in the moonlight, which accentuated his red lips and white teeth, making him breathtakingly handsome.

This stunningly beautiful youth stood in a daze, his mind turning over some lewd thoughts.

Shen Ge had said he would wait until my twentieth birthday to really do that with me…

—It wasn’t his fault for thinking like that; Shen Mofeng’s earlier risqué comments had stirred him up.

On the other side of the wall, just as he was about to open the door to welcome his little boyfriend, Shen Mofeng suddenly halted his steps, standing at the base of the wall, holding his breath and straining to listen.

Ye Chen: “……”

If he really had to wait, it would be more than three months.

Why wait until twenty when eighteen is already legal? How is an old virgin supposed to rescue another old virgin?!

Shen Mofeng gritted his teeth in frustration: “……”

He felt sorry for Ye Chen, who was young and pure-hearted; he would feel guilty if things got serious. Shen Mofeng was nearly at his breaking point, but Ye Chen didn’t appreciate it.

…And he wasn’t that pure-hearted!

At that moment, Ye Chen had another thought: “……”

Forget it; Shen Ge got caught by An’an Jie today, his waist must be at the point of death.

So, he might as well just climb over without preparing anything.

Ye Chen pushed himself up with all his strength and, using that momentum, jumped up to firmly land on the wall, squatting on top with both hands and his right leg applying force.

Between their two yards lay a narrow alley about a meter wide that anyone could jump across. Ye Chen leaped effortlessly, landing steadily on Shen Mofeng’s courtyard wall. Just as he was about to call out, he heard the sound of a lighter clicking below, the tone crisp and clear.

“Did you hear that my back is no good?” Shen Mofeng, cigarette in mouth, tilted his head slightly, looking up through the moonlit mist at the dazed boy on the wall. He asked, “What are you preparing?”

Ye Chen: “……”

Shen Mofeng: “……”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Ye Chen flipped back like a monkey, “I’m not preparing anything!”

How could Shen Ge be… still eavesdropping by the wall?!

So uncouth!

Shen Mofeng lowered his head, chuckling softly into his cigarette.

Ye Chen stood in the small courtyard, furiously typing on his phone, vehemently condemning Shen Mofeng’s lewd act of eavesdropping.

Usually quick to respond to WeChat messages, Shen Mofeng remained silent.

After a while, a paper airplane floated lazily over the two walls and, quite coincidentally, lightly bumped against Ye Chen’s forehead.

Ye Chen’s heart skipped a beat as he unfolded the paper airplane. On the pristine white paper were two lines of elegant handwriting, fitting the typical plot of a youthful idol drama…

Ten seconds later.

Ye Chen’s face flushed so red it almost set the entire courtyard ablaze. He carefully folded the paper twice and tucked it into his pocket, then shouted across the wall, “Why did you write such… dirty things on such a pure paper airplane?!”

Shen Mofeng flicked off the ash from his cigarette and typed on WeChat: “Bring over whatever you were preparing.”

The author has something to say:

Next chapter will be about that~  

My concerns with this story is decreasing piece by piece, hahaha.

Ye Bapi^[1]Exploiter (passionate speech): In a company, a team needs to have cohesion! What is the cohesion of our Chenfeng Health Products Company? Tell me, it is—  

Employees: The work meals are so delicious!!!  

Ye Bapi: …Not that, is there anything else?  

Employees: The fruits, vegetables, rice, and oil you provide are all super tasty!!!  

Ye Bapi: Is there nothing a bit more grand?  

Employees: If you give each of us half a pound of pork, wouldn’t that be generous?!  

Ye Bapi is so frustrated he’s crying! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Shen Mofeng is a person with a very dirty mind!