Zhou Yan Zhi was actually willing to cook for him. 

Was this a way of giving him a step up? 

Wen Song thought of something and hurried back to his room. 

Zhou Yan Zhi watched him go upstairs, until he heard his steady footsteps running into the room, before opening the refrigerator door. 

He had just taken out the fresh vegetables the nanny had bought earlier, and hadn’t decided on a menu yet, when Wen Song “噔噔噔” ran downstairs, rushing to his side like a small rocket, and holding his hands up to his face. 

“I… I didn’t mean not to wear it.” 

He put on his wedding ring. 

The wedding bands were of the same shape and style, but Wen Song’s had more diamonds and was more expensive than Zhou Yan Zhi’s. It looked clear and bright on his slender ring finger. 

Wen Song was out of breath: “It’s too precious, I can’t bear to wear it, I… I’ll wear it every day from tomorrow.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi looked down at the wedding ring, without speaking. 

Wen Song became a little anxious, unconsciously leaning closer to Zhou Yan Zhi. The drawstring of his dropped hoodie brushed against Zhou Yan Zhi’s arm, and he looked up, trying to explain: “There are a lot of people at school, such a precious ring, I’m afraid others will covet it, and I’m afraid I’ll lose it.” 

“Don’t be angry, sir,” he pleaded. 

His eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth kept drooping, looking very pitiful. Zhou Yan Zhi turned around and asked helplessly: “What will you do if I’m angry?” 

Wen Song’s eyelashes trembled, and he whispered: “I’ll be scared.” 

He was wearing a gray cotton hoodie, and inside the hoodie was a pure white round-neck T-shirt. The frayed edges of the collar showed signs of age, but it was washed clean and smelled faintly of laundry detergent, mixed with his faint lily-of-the-valley fragrance, softening Zhou Yan Zhi’s heart. 

“Have I ever been angry with you? Have I ever lost my temper with you?” 

Wen Song shook his head. 

“Then why are you afraid of me?” 

“Sir is already very busy dealing with company matters every day, and I don’t want my little things to upset sir.” 

“What little things?” 

“Being transferred to Yuntu, and not wearing the wedding ring.” 

“When did I say I was angry?” 

Wen Song lowered his head and said aggrievedly: “You suddenly ignored me, today, once on the phone, once in the car.” 

Apologizing with his mouth, but keeping a mental account. 

This little guy. 

Zhou Yan Zhi was outmaneuvered by him, changing from the questioner to the explainer, “I wasn’t angry.” 

Wen Song subtly pouted, clearly still disbelieving. 

Zhou Yan Zhi grasped his wrist and pulled him closer, “Then I ask you, why are you so resistant to being transferred to my company?” 

“There are a lot of people in the company, for three whole months, Mr. and I can’t possibly not see each other at all, what if my colleagues see us talking at the company or going home together after work, they will definitely spread rumors that we have a relationship!” 

Wen Song was confident and well-reasoned, thinking: The risk is so great, sir should reconsider. 

But after waiting for a long time, he only heard Zhou Yan Zhi ask: “Between us, is there no relationship?” 

Wen Song froze. 

“If I’m not mistaken, we should have a legally justifiable explanation for being seen together as a married couple.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi touched Wen Song’s back of the hand, their rings lightly collided, making a crisp sound. 

Wen Song’s face flushed red. 

Sir was completely using sophistry. Wen Song, who wasn’t eloquent to begin with, was defenseless against him, only able to weakly retort: “That’s not what I meant…” 

“Are you hungry?” 

The topic suddenly changed, Wen Song shook his head in bewilderment. 

Zhou Yan Zhi patiently asked him: “If you’re not hungry, can I take a few minutes of your time to chat?” 

“Okay.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi leaned against the island counter, looking into Wen Song’s eyes, and said: “First, I welcome you to Yuntu, this is not a lie, it’s what I truly feel. As for the possible gossip, I’m not worried or concerned at all. When we got the marriage certificate, I asked for your opinion, and you didn’t want to go public.” 

“I—” Wen Song hesitated. 

Zhou Yan Zhi continued: “Don’t worry about this anymore, I have an Audi in my garage that I don’t often drive, I’ll have Huang drive that car to take you to work from now on, no one will recognize you.” 

Zhou Yan Zhi continued: “As for the wedding ring, you’re still young, it’s really not suitable for daily wear, it’s my fault for not considering it carefully, you don’t have to wear it in the future, there’s no rule that you must wear a wedding ring after marriage, many people don’t wear it, I wear it just to save some trouble.” 

“What trouble?” 

Zhou Yan Zhi’s gaze swept across Wen Song’s face for a moment, only saying: “Trouble in terms of social interactions.” 

Wen Song had just finished asking when he realized, someone as prominent as Zhou Yan Zhi would inevitably have temptations around him. 

Sure enough, he was just Zhou Yan Zhi’s shield. 

But being a shield is also meaningful, he thought. 

“One more thing,” Zhou Yan Zhi rolled up his sliding sleeve again, “I wasn’t angry, I was just…” 

“Just what?” 

Zhou Yan Zhi’s face changed slightly, remembering the boy who smiled at Wen Song in front of the office building, an alpha whose intentions were clear at a glance, and the words “I’ll protect you”. 

Was Yuntu a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair? 

“Nothing,” Zhou Yan Zhi leaned against the island counter and said softly: “Anyway, I wasn’t angry, don’t overthink it.” 

Wen Song listened in a daze, his chest rising and falling violently, after a long while he finally came to his senses, “Okay, okay.” 

“What do you want to eat tonight?” 

Before Wen Song could fall into deep thought, Zhou Yan Zhi decided for him: “Or should I order?” 

Wen Song was completely lost, only knowing to nod continuously, his heart beating faster and faster, his breathing also accelerating. 

Sir wasn’t angry, and even took the initiative to say a lot of good things to him! 

This wasn’t a dream! 

He only regretted that his ears didn’t have a recording function, he couldn’t record Zhou Yan Zhi’s words to replay them whenever he wanted, it was such a pity! 

Zhou Yan Zhi urged him to go to the living room to play, as soon as he turned his back, he started to giggle, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears, his steps towards the sofa were light and quick. 

He used the same trick again, hugging a cushion, sitting on the sofa and secretly watching Zhou Yan Zhi cook. 

Zhou Yan Zhi put the prepared scallions and ginger into the oil pan, and immediately there was a crackling sound, the fire intensified, he held the pot handle with one hand, his strong forearm exposed from the rolled-up shirt sleeve, his muscles clearly visible, the lines were strong under the reflection of the firelight, a feast for the eyes. 

Before he even smelled the aroma of the food, Wen Song had already started to swallow, his heart fluttering as he flipped through the TV channels. 

“Are you already watching children’s channels?” 

The nanny’s voice sounded in his ear, Wen Song was startled, looked up and saw that My Little Pony was playing on the TV, instantly blushing. 

The nanny smiled: “Watching cartoons is good for prenatal education.” While saying this, she packed Wen Song’s bag, took out the thermos cup, unscrewed the lid and looked: “Mr. Wen, don’t you like red dates and wolfberries? Why did you only drink so little?” 

Wen Song said: “I like them, but my colleague bought coffee today, so I forgot to drink it, I’m sorry, Auntie.” 

“Drinking too much coffee is bad for your health,” the nanny poured the day’s brew into the sink, and told Wen Song: “Remember to drink it tomorrow, red dates and wolfberries are good for your health, they replenish blood. Mr. Zhou, why don’t you supervise Mr. Wen drinking water from tomorrow, at least one cup a day.” 

She suddenly called out “Mr. Zhou”, which startled Wen Song. 

Zhou Yan Zhi readily agreed, “Okay.” 

“Ah?” Wen Song froze. 

The nanny said again: “One cup, a cup and a half is best.” 

Wen Song opened his mouth: “I myself—” 

“Okay.” Zhou Yan Zhi nodded. 

The two of them sang in unison, Wen Song had no chance to interrupt, until after dinner, he hadn’t fully recovered. 

. 

In the evening, Qiao Fan sent him a message: [How did you feel at work today?] 

Wen Song had just finished drying his hair, and crawled into bed to reply to Qiao Fan: [You won’t believe it, on my first day of work I was transferred out, and the client company I was transferred to is actually Yuntu!! Isn’t it unbelievable!!] 

Qiao Fan: [What do you mean?] 

Wen Song: [It means that starting tomorrow, I’ll be working at Yuntu for three months! I’ll be very close to Mr., and I can even see him working!] 

Qiao Fan sent a “cut” emoticon: [Look at your pathetic state, the child is already two months old, and you’re still excited about such a trivial matter.] 

Wen Song wasn’t annoyed: [Tell me, if I run into him at Yuntu, how should I greet him?] 

Qiao Fan: [Say, Hi, honey!] 

Wen Song giggled while holding his phone. 

Qiao Fan was quite calm: [Being transferred to Yuntu, that’s too much of a coincidence, isn’t it arranged by him?] 

Wen Song laughed: [Xiao Fan, you have such an imagination, how could Mr. arrange such a thing?] 

Qiao Fan: [Maybe.] 

Wen Song still laughed: [Unless stars fall from the sky.] 

Qiao Fan: [By the way, I went to see Peng Peng today.] 

As soon as he saw the two words “Peng Peng”, the corners of Wen Song’s raised mouth instantly froze. He couldn’t wait to send a message, directly making a phone call, “How is Peng Peng?” 

Qiao Fan hesitated, sighing, “He’s fine, it’s just that the caregiver… still doesn’t care about him…” 

Peng Peng was also a child from the orphanage, with congenital spinal deformity. He was abandoned at the orphanage gate by his parents when he was less than four years old. At that time, his body already had obvious curvature and deformation, but the orphanage couldn’t provide him with better treatment, missing the best time for surgery. Nineteen-year-old Peng Peng has been bedridden for ten years, his muscles completely atrophied, and he is unable to take care of himself. 

He can’t eat, dress, or bathe himself, and because of nerve compression, he often suffers from urinary incontinence, and is often scolded by the caregiver. Wen Song, who left the orphanage, was most worried about him. 

So when Zhou Yan Zhi proposed marriage to him, even though he had never expected it, looking into Zhou Yan Zhi’s eyes, he actually nodded absentmindedly. 

Because by Zhou Yan Zhi’s side, he could feel safe, feel that the future was worth looking forward to, it seemed that as long as he worked hard, he could continue to support a piece of the sky for his friends.