Chapter 25: Baby, Ten Billion (Part 1)

The seafood table was an automatic rotating type, designed to accommodate guests seated anywhere. Tang Xin sat beside Yue Yuze, sharing a two-person dining sofa with him.

At first, Fan Bei didn’t realize she was drunk.

Initially, he just found Miss Tang unusually enthusiastic. She seemed like someone who pretended to be harmless but was actually quite sly—her innocent demeanor masking her audacity to tease the Boss.

…Because she actually started snatching food from the Boss’s plate.

As adults, everyone was expected to fend for themselves at the table, whether it was peeling crabs or shrimp. But soon, Fan Bei noticed that the carefully peeled seafood in the Boss’s dish kept ending up in Tang Xin’s bowl.

At one point, Yue Yuze glanced at Tang Xin.

Her face was flushed, and she smiled sweetly at him with a silly grin.

Since it was a matter between the couple, Fan Bei decided to remain silent and watch without interference.

Then he saw the Boss continue peeling shrimp and placing it in his dish, only for Tang Xin to eat it again.

Fan Bei thought to himself… Who would’ve guessed Miss Tang could be so bold?

After all, even if he were given a hundred chances, he wouldn’t dare to take food from the Boss’s plate!

However, after this cycle repeated three or four times, Tang Xin suddenly leaned toward Yue Yuze and—with her greasy little lips—planted a loud kiss on his handsome face.

Fan Bei: “…” Am I hallucinating?

But it clearly wasn’t a hallucination, because the stunned expression on the Boss’s face mirrored his own.

Apparently, Yue Yuze hadn’t expected it either.

Even then, Fan Bei still didn’t realize she was drunk. He just thought her flushed cheeks made her look particularly adorable.

It wasn’t until she gave Yue Yuze another kiss, grinned, and said softly, “Xiao Yueyue, you’re so good. Here’s a reward,” that Fan Bei almost dropped his chopsticks.

My goodness~~~~

Xiao Yueyue?!

What shocked Fan Bei even more was that after an initial moment of dark, rigid silence, the Boss regained his composure. It was as if this wasn’t his first time dealing with such “treatment.” Calmly, he looked down at her and asked in a low voice, “Still hungry?”

Tang Xin pointed to the steamed fish in front of her. “I’ll have some more fish.”

Yue Yuze glanced at her, then used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and placed it in her bowl.

But at that moment, Tang Xin leaned back lazily on the sofa, her dark, sparkling eyes fixed on Yue Yuze. “I’m tired… Feed me.”

Fan Bei: “…” Wait, is she drunk?!

He braced himself for the Boss to reprimand Tang Xin, but instead, Yue Yuze picked up the piece of fish and fed it to her.

Not only that, he continued feeding her.

When she finally shook her head and said, “No more, I’m full,” she reached for Yue Yuze’s half-filled glass of wine and downed it in one go—because her own glass was already empty.

Yue Yuze’s expression became complicated as he watched her, then returned to eating his food.

Throughout the meal, Tang Xin kept poking and prodding him, but Yue Yuze coaxed her each time with gentle words.

For example: “You’re full, but I’m still hungry.”

Or: “Stop messing around, or I’ll deal with you.” Though he never actually followed through.

Fan Bei felt like he wasn’t getting full from the seafood but from all the “dog food” being served right in his face.

Still, there’s a saying: never argue with someone who’s drunk.

When Yue Yuze told Tang Xin to stop moving, she suddenly knelt on the sofa, grabbed his handsome face with her hands, and planted a very precise kiss on his thin lips.

Fan Bei: “…” What the heck—this is way too intense!

Yue Yuze pushed her away, his expression icy.

“Yueyue, did you know? You’re the protagonist of this world!” Tang Xin, utterly oblivious to the rejection, leaned against him, her finger poking herself, then him. “You’re mine… Without me, there’s no you…”

Fan Bei was utterly bewildered. “Boss, Miss Tang’s drunken antics are kind of… hilarious.”

Yue Yuze shot him a glance, then lowered his head to coax the little drunkard again.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” he sighed softly and sneaked another bite of seafood when she wasn’t looking.

Men have big appetites to begin with, and while she ate to her heart’s content, her drunken antics halfway through the meal disrupted everything. He truly regretted letting her drink so quickly.

Tang Xin, tipsy, stared at him from his chin to his brows… He really was too perfect.

Every female web novelist harbors a dream of creating the perfect male lead. Some have even wondered why they never encounter such husband-doting, perfect men in real life.

Yet now, here she was, facing the very perfect male lead she had dreamed up…

How delightful!

Leaning against his shoulder, she sighed, “Ugh, I really want a boyfriend who dotes on his wife and is super handsome!”

Chubby girls like her can’t find one.

And when she goes back, she won’t even get to see the male lead.

Yue Yuze narrowed his eyes at her.

Fan Bei: “…” Should I run for it now?

It felt like Miss Tang was about to “dig her own grave.”

The next moment, they heard Tang Xin say, “He has to be as handsome as Yueyue!”

Yue Yuze’s lips curved ever so slightly.

Though it was a fleeting moment of amusement, it didn’t escape Fan Bei’s sharp eyes, honed from years of observing others’ expressions.

However, Tang Xin wasn’t done speaking.

Her final words were: “But honestly, Ashu isn’t bad either.”

Clang!

Yue Yuze put down his wine glass, even pulling off the napkin tucked into his collar. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped the woman’s mouth, stood up, picked up her small bag, and bent down to carry her in his arms. “I’ll take her back first. Take your time eating.”

“Oh, no… Boss, I’m full too.” Fan Bei hurriedly followed, even taking on the task of carrying the bag.

How could he miss out on such a spectacle?

Tang Xin was about 1.68 meters tall, but Yue Yuze carried her effortlessly. At 1.9 meters tall himself, she appeared petite in his arms.

However, her drunken antics were another matter entirely.

Tang Xin found being held quite comfortable, like lying in a cozy cradle. Apart from feeling slightly dizzy, she had no complaints. She reached up and touched the man’s handsome face. “Stop swaying so much. Let me take a good look at you.”

And then, she began kneading his face.

Fan Bei: “…” Poor Boss.

From the private dining room to the underground parking lot, Yue Yuze kept his cold, stoic expression while allowing the woman in his arms to do as she pleased.

After she was done rubbing his face, her delicate fingers landed on his thin lips. “These lips… they’re the most perfect, the sexiest… Mmm, they even kiss so well. Hehe…”

Fan Bei: “…” Miss Tang, are you trying to cause a scene?!

How terrifying…

But Tang Xin remained lost in her own world.

“Yue Yuze, cold and emotionless, yet destined to dote on his wife endlessly. Lin Shiyin, kind and gentle, the perfect supportive partner—a woman blessed to be cherished for a lifetime. You two… are a match made in heaven!”

Yue Yuze’s steps faltered briefly as he carried her.

Fan Bei held his breath as well. Judging by the Boss’s expression, he was definitely angry!

From the start of the meal until now, no matter how much Tang Xin acted up, the Boss had shown no signs of irritation—until now. Fan Bei knew he was genuinely upset.

Still, it lasted only a moment before Yue Yuze resumed walking, his face cold and silent.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Fan Bei sneaked a glance at the Boss and tried to coax some information out. “Miss Tang, that’s not quite right. After all… you’re Boss’s wife right now. Why bring up Lin Shiyin? Isn’t the Boss your husband?”

“No, he’s not!” Tang Xin suddenly shouted, her voice full of conviction. “We’re getting divorced! He and I are just passing through each other’s lives—it’s fate!” No one could escape the original plot, not even her. If she stayed, it would only lead to an early death.

The atmosphere… suddenly turned ice-cold.

Fan Bei even received a frosty glare from the Boss, realizing too late that he’d asked a question bound to blow up in his face.

The family driver, who was on the evening shift, had finished dinner and come to the office to wait for Yue Yuze. Now, seeing them approach, he quickly opened the car door.

Fan Bei seized the opportunity to climb into the car as well.

“What are you doing?” Yue Yuze stopped him.

“Huh? I… I’ll accompany you home…” Fan Bei lifted the bag in his hand.

“No need.” The Boss rejected him outright, his face as cold as ever.

Fan Bei had no choice but to place the bag in the car and close the door.

As expected, the good show was all too brief.

Left with no other option, Fan Bei returned to his own car and called for a designated driver.

While lying in his car, he couldn’t help but reflect…

Wait a minute. The Boss didn’t seem surprised at all by Miss Tang’s low alcohol tolerance or her overly “enthusiastic” behavior after drinking…

Suddenly, a shiver ran down Fan Bei’s spine.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight’s “seafood feast” had been deliberately orchestrated by the Boss.

“Could the Boss… have intentionally gotten Miss Tang drunk?”

But what would he gain from that?

Fan Bei quickly recalled Tang Xin’s unusually affectionate drunken behavior. Slowly, he began piecing it together and let out a low chuckle…

Even if the Boss had truly developed feelings for her, it wasn’t clear who would have the upper hand.

While the Boss might not escape Tang Xin’s web of charm, Tang Xin wouldn’t easily evade the Boss’s meticulously laid plans.

“This couple… is bound to put on quite a show!” Fan Bei secretly looked forward to the Boss’s pursuit of his wife.

Inside the car, Yue Yuze remained silent for a long time.

Yet the woman beside him wouldn’t settle down, constantly leaning over to provoke him, fully enjoying herself.

Finally, whether out of anger or helplessness, he grabbed her forcefully, pulling her into his arms. One hand gripped her waist firmly, the other pinched her delicate chin, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze.

“You’re so eager to divorce me, hmm?” His voice was deep and cold, his eyes frosty.

But she couldn’t see it.

She tilted her head slightly and leaned gently against his chest, utterly unaware of the restrained anger and danger simmering within him. Like a kitten seeking affection, she nuzzled his chest softly, her voice as delicate as her demeanor, “Yes… isn’t this already decided? No one can… change it.” Including herself, the creator of this world.