Ji Yunzhi sat on the stairs, resting his face in his hands, lost in thought.

After pondering for a while, he lightly slapped his own mouth a few times—though he was careful not to hit too hard, afraid of hurting himself.

“Why can’t I control this mouth of mine?”

“If I eat this much again, my husband might abandon me!”

Meanwhile, Mo Xuchen’s expression was icy as he tossed his phone onto the desk. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so concerned—worried that the person at home might overeat…

Chen Qi walked into Mo Xuchen’s office with a stack of documents and shivered, rubbing his arms. He wondered if the air conditioning was set too low.

Then he caught sight of Mo Xuchen’s frosty expression and immediately understood.

Ah, so it’s the boss’s mood that’s making it cold in here.

Placing the documents on the desk, Chen Qi said, “President Mo, these are the materials you asked me to investigate.”

Mo Xuchen didn’t open the file, merely glancing at it before asking indifferently, “Name? Age?”

Seeing that Mo Xuchen had no intention of reading it himself, Chen Qi picked up the file again and flipped through it, reporting:

“Ji Yunzhi, nineteen years old, currently studying at Hai University.”

Mo Xuchen’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.

Studying at Hai University… must have decent grades then.

“Did you find out where his family is?”

Chen Qi nodded. “Everything’s been investigated.”

He really wanted to shove the file right under Mo Xuchen’s nose and make him read the details himself.

But… he didn’t dare.

“Good. Arrange for him to be sent back home tomorrow.”

Chen Qi: “???”

“President Mo, are you sure? You want to send him back tomorrow?”

So soon? Without even checking the rest of the information?

That household… didn’t seem like the best place to return to.

Mo Xuchen lifted his gaze and stared at Chen Qi. “What? Are you reluctant to let him go?”

“If you’re that attached, take him home with you.”

Chen Qi immediately waved his hands in panic. “No, no! I’ll go make the arrangements right away!” He hurried out.

Ji Yunzhi didn’t call him “husband,” so what right did he have to take him home?

…

“Aunt Liu, why isn’t my husband back yet?”

Ji Yunzhi lay sprawled across the dining table, waiting for Mo Xuchen to return for dinner. He had asked the same question six times already—every two minutes without fail.

Aunt Liu sighed with a helpless smile. “Soon, soon. He should be back any minute now.”

This time, as soon as she finished speaking, the sound of movement came from the front door. Ji Yunzhi instantly perked up and dashed over.

The moment Mo Xuchen stepped out of the car, Ji Yunzhi threw himself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist.

“Husband, you’re finally back!”

Chen Qi covered his eyes with his hand—this was too much to watch.

After closing the car door, he said to Mo Xuchen, “President Mo, I’ll take my leave now.”

Mo Xuchen: “……”

Looking down at the person clinging to him, he pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation.

“Let go.”

Ji Yunzhi obediently released him, his eyes curving into happy crescents as he said:

“Husband, welcome home.”

“Husband, you’ve worked hard today.”

Mo Xuchen: “……”  

Who taught him this?  

He really acts like a… programmed NPC…  

Ji Yunzhi didn’t mind Mo Xuchen’s lack of response. Smiling, he circled behind him and nudged him forward with his head, pushing him toward the house.  

“Husband, hurry inside! Aunt Liu made so many delicious dishes!”  

Mo Xuchen: “……”  

So the reason he rushed out to greet him was just to eat sooner?  

“Ji Yunzhi.”  

Mo Xuchen stopped walking, turned around, and called his name.  

Ji Yunzhi: “???”  

Confused, he pointed at himself. “Husband, are you… calling me?”  

Mo Xuchen nodded. “Yes. Your name is Ji Yunzhi. Remember that.”  

Ji Yunzhi blinked blankly and nodded. “I’ll remember…”  

“Ji Yunzhi, I’ve found out where your family is. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone take you back.”  

“Your family will take care of you there.”  

Perfect. Once Ji Yunzhi was sent home, his family could take him to the hospital for a checkup.  

Saved him the trouble.  

Ji Yunzhi puffed out his cheeks, then cautiously grabbed Mo Xuchen’s hand. His long lashes lowered as he asked in a muffled voice:  

“Husband… are you sending me away because I eat too much?”  

Mo Xuchen glanced at his captured hand but didn’t answer the question. Instead, he said flatly:  

“Your family must be worried sick looking for you.”  

“But I want to live with my husband…”  

Ji Yunzhi’s nose stung, and tears fell in heavy drops. He didn’t even remember what his family looked like—he didn’t want to go back.  

Mo Xuchen didn’t understand why Ji Yunzhi had suddenly started crying. Shouldn’t he be happy about going home?  

He led him inside and sat him on the sofa, then grabbed a few tissues to wipe Ji Yunzhi’s tears.  

His movements were… clumsy and far from gentle.  

“Boys shouldn’t cry so easily.”  

“Stop crying. Isn’t it good that I’m sending you home?”  

Ji Yunzhi tried to hold back his sobs. “No… I want to stay with my husband.”  

His husband gave him delicious food and never let him go hungry.  

Mo Xuchen pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, then said seriously, “Ji Yunzhi, I’m not your husband.”  

“Starting now, you’re not allowed to call me that anymore.”  

“Got it?”  

Ji Yunzhi pouted reluctantly. His husband always stopped him from calling him “husband.”  

“Then what should I call you?”  

Mo Xuchen figured that after tomorrow, they’d never see each other again, so it didn’t really matter.  

But he still answered, “Mo Xuchen. That’s my name.”  

“Call me by my name from now on. No more ‘husband.'”  

“Oh… Mo Xuchen…”  

Ji Yunzhi repeated the name under his breath, then grumbled quietly, “So hard to remember. Just calling you ‘husband’ is way simpler.”  

Mo Xuchen: “……”  

This little brat had the nerve to complain about his name?  

“Let’s eat first.”  

The moment Ji Yunzhi heard “eat,” he shot up from the sofa, pulling Mo Xuchen toward the dining table.  

“Come on, hurry! Food, food!”  

Mo Xuchen: “……”  

Who was the one crying just a second ago?  

Watching Ji Yunzhi’s pure delight at every meal, Mo Xuchen unconsciously curved his lips into a faint smile.  

“Does eating make you that happy?”  

Ji Yunzhi, cheeks stuffed full, beamed at him and lightly vigorously.  

Of course he was happy—when he was full, he didn’t have to go hungry!