Chapter 18: Not Bad at All

As soon as Li Huan returned to the company, Song Chunhui found himself with a persistent shadow he couldn’t shake off, making him so frustrated he wanted to commit murder.

“Manager, are you going to tomorrow night’s social event?”

“…” Song Chunhui was about to lose his mind with Li Huan.

From the time Li Huan returned at three until nearly six, in almost three hours, he had called him “Manager” nearly eight hundred times. If he didn’t respond, Li Huan would cheekily call him “Wife,” his mouth was truly foul, probably from eating too much crap.

“Knock knock.” Li Huan leaned against the door frame, lightly tapped the door twice, and softly called out to Song Chunhui, “Wife, why are you ignoring me? Are you mad at me again?”

Song Chunhui glared up at him. He hadn’t noticed before, but Li Huan’s black hair almost brushed the top of the door frame. The doors in the old office building were generally low, making Li Huan’s tall and sturdy figure stand out, which was infuriating to look at.

He looked decent on the surface, but once the pants were off, he was a total pervert.

Despite his anger, Song Chunhui wasn’t as disgusted as before. After forcibly brainwashing himself, Li Huan had turned into a “chicken” that was eager to stick to him in his eyes.

Although his build was a bit too large, and the gender was wrong, the function he served was no different from a lady of the night, and his skills were not bad, worthy of recognition.

After the recent encounter, he had come to a painful realization. Since the brat wanted to freeload off him, he would definitely be cautious and wouldn’t easily hand over his phone. If he wanted to steal it, he would have to make some sacrifices.

“I’ll go, to prevent you from messing it up.” Song Chunhui wore a serious work face, “Get out, and close the door.”

He guessed that the four-eyed guy couldn’t resist the commission, and with a little coaxing, he would dive right into the money pit.

Li Huan regretted not having money in his pocket. If it were before, he could have used money to crush Song Chunhui. His little brother wouldn’t have to suffer, and sooner or later, he would make Song Chunhui kneel and compensate him with his mouth.

“What are you standing there for? Get out, don’t disturb my work.”

Seeing Song Chunhui’s serious and cold face, Li Huan couldn’t help but think of the man who whimpered under him in bed, a small flame burning in his chest.

Before closing the door, he teasingly said to Song Chunhui, “Manager, how about a hug in exchange for a photo?”

“…” Song Chunhui had just looked up when he saw Li Huan winking and smiling at him, softly asking if he wanted a hug, shamelessly doing things that were irritating.

He put on his manager persona and scolded, “Can you still do this job? If not, pack up and leave!”

The four-eyed guy was really fierce.

Li Huan closed the door and turned to see Zhang Cong and Qian Xin returning to the business department, followed by Ding Lei and two other salesmen. Wu Yuliang, who rented a place outside, didn’t show up.

A total of six salesmen, five of them came at once, quite a scene.

Zhang Cong, with his sharp ears, happened to hear Song Chunhui’s loud voice scolding Li Huan, and Qian Xin, standing beside him, also heard it clearly, looking at Li Huan with a gloating expression.

“Tsk tsk tsk, record the data, record the data!” Qian Xin nudged Zhang Cong, “Hey, money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat. We work hard all day and are exhausted like dogs, but Little Li is having a good time, no need to face the wind and sun.”

Zhang Cong didn’t join in. Mainly, he had been secretly observing Li Huan these past two days. The night before last, he accidentally overheard Li Huan on the phone, speaking fluent English throughout, without a hint of a Chinese accent. With such skills, working at “Jinhui” was a waste of talent.

He increasingly felt that this intern was not simple, and besides, anyone who dared to flatter the troublemaker couldn’t be an ordinary person. Maybe his family connections were even stronger than Ding Lei’s.

Li Huan pretended not to hear, sat back at his workstation, and started calculating in his mind.

Buying condoms online was a bit troublesome, so he decided to wait until he moved to buy them. As for the oil, he was going to the Urban-Rural Shopping Center tomorrow to pick up his suit, so he could buy it immediately, and a few dozen bucks should be enough.

Li Huan’s entire fortune was now down to three hundred yuan. The mid-month salary was not for him, and he wouldn’t get his share until mid-next month.

He opened WeChat to find his childhood friend Cheng Yao but quickly dismissed the idea of borrowing money. The same thought persisted: with the four-eyed guy around, why borrow money?

In essence, Li Huan just didn’t want to suffer, and he had a particularly playful nature.

Taking translation jobs online would only make him feel wronged, no matter how much he was paid, he wouldn’t do it. But when it came to pleasing Song Chunhui in bed, he would do it even without pay.

The taste of this man was truly exhilarating. The more disobedient he was, the more Li Huan wanted to conquer him.

In the office, Song Chunhui listened to the commotion outside from the salesmen. It was rare, and he couldn’t help but want to go out and hold a meeting, to scold these unruly “chicken shit and dog shit” one by one.

But it was just a thought.

If all went well, everything would end tomorrow night.

“Ding ding.”

Jun Jun: [I was really busy this afternoon, just saw my phone, not busy now, can keep you company (kiss kiss)]

Jun Jun: [Did you encounter any troubles at work?]

Having adjusted his negative emotions, Song Chunhui was embarrassed to mention the behavior of his adoptive father’s family. He had never mentioned it in front of his junior, Meng Chunxun.

Besides, talking about work was boring.

Suddenly, Song Chunhui wanted to hear his partner’s voice, and of course, he wanted to make a video call even more.

The “kiss kiss” emoji sent by the other party gave him the courage, and without much hesitation, he directly asked: [Jun Jun, I want to video call you tonight, is that okay?]

Over in Jiangcheng, Meng Chunxun, who was working overtime at his desk, was dumbfounded, completely caught off guard. How could his senior be so eager this time, wanting to end things after just two days?

It couldn’t end, he hadn’t even heard his senior call him “wife” yet, even if it was fake. Why did his senior only have eyes for women? Even if he wore women’s clothes, his senior wouldn’t give him a second glance… because he didn’t have big breasts.

Jun Jun: [How about next time? I recently got a haircut, and it doesn’t look good. I’ll wait for it to grow out a bit, I want you to see the pretty me (cute)]

Pretty…

Immediately, an image of a long-haired, voluptuous woman with deep cleavage, full of elasticity, and a sweet smile, with soft lips, ready to be kissed, formed in Song Chunhui’s mind…

But then that smile suddenly transformed into the smirk of a certain black-hearted individual, making him feel disgusted and lose all interest. It was something he couldn’t see or touch, so he decided to wait for the video call.

Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard a loud crash outside the door, followed by Qian Xin’s shouting, yelling at someone.

He immediately got up, opened the office door, and saw Li Huan grabbing Qian Xin by the collar, lifting him off the ground with sheer force. It was terrifying how strong he was, and even though Qian Xin wasn’t tall, he was over 1.7 meters.

“Don’t get excited, Qian Xin was just joking!”

Zhang Cong quickly hugged Qian Xin, whose face was pale and features twisted, trying to calm Li Huan down. Ding Lei also reminded Li Huan not to act impulsively, saying they were all colleagues and should talk things out.

“Xiao Li!” Song Chunhui quickly stepped forward, surprised when he grabbed Li Huan’s arm. The muscles under Li Huan’s clothes were as solid as iron rods, who could possibly beat him?

He hurriedly advised Li Huan, “Let go! Impulsiveness is the devil, if something goes wrong, can you take responsibility? Hurry up!”

Li Huan released Qian Xin with a flick, turned to look at Song Chunhui, and explained in a calm tone, “I wasn’t impulsive.”

“…” Song Chunhui checked on Qian Xin, whose neck was red from the collar, but he was otherwise fine, so he instructed Zhang Cong to take Qian Xin back to the dorm to rest.

Li Huan blocked the way, glanced at Qian Xin’s defiant face, and stared at Song Chunhui, asking, “Manager, aren’t you going to do something about this?”

He was about to resign, so Song Chunhui couldn’t be bothered with the petty issues between subordinates. However, Li Huan’s intense gaze, with his bright and spirited eyes, suddenly reminded him of the suffocating kiss at noon, making his tongue tingle slightly.

“Ahem,” Song Chunhui cleared his throat and began to scold, “What’s going on with you two? Do you not want to work anymore?”

Qian Xin remained silent, and Zhang Cong was about to explain the situation.

“Is it your business?” Song Chunhui glanced at Zhang Cong, recalling the security guard saying he “had hemorrhoids,” and took the opportunity to scold Ding Lei and the other two salesmen, “What are you three standing around for? Go away! Li Huan and Qian Xin, stay.”

Ding Lei glanced at Song Chunhui and turned to leave.

Once the unrelated people had left, Song Chunhui also wanted to get off work, muttering to himself about the daily chaos, wondering if he could have a moment of peace.

He first asked Qian Xin, “What kind of joke did you make with Li Huan?”

As Ding Lei’s lackey, Qian Xin was somewhat afraid of Song Chunhui, and now there was another Li Huan, the intern he hadn’t taken seriously, who turned out to be a tough nut.

Song Chunhui: “Speak up! Are you mute?”

Seeing the four-eyed guy standing up for him, Li Huan’s unhappiness vanished, and he opened his mouth to say, “Manager, it’s—”

“Who asked you to speak? Did I ask you?” Song Chunhui shot a sideways glance at Li Huan, “If I didn’t ask you to speak, keep your mouth shut!”

“…” Li Huan complied, obediently closing his mouth, thinking about the man who sat in his lap at noon, softly confessing in his hands, only daring to whimper when kissed, unlike the loud-mouthed person now putting on airs.

Song Chunhui: “Speak.”

“Well,” Qian Xin stammered, “I was just joking with him, saying he didn’t run any business, and he got so worked up. I’ll apologize to him.”

“Is that what happened?” Song Chunhui asked Li Huan again.

For some reason, Li Huan suddenly wanted to tease Song Chunhui, but with Qian Xin present, he nodded and said yes.

Song Chunhui was exhausted, feeling like a business manager turned elementary school teacher, dealing with two impatient brats who got into a fight over a small joke, truly impressive.

Finally, under Song Chunhui’s supervision, Qian Xin sincerely apologized to Li Huan, who accepted the apology, and the two shook hands, ending the little drama on a positive note.

Song Chunhui was ready to leave work. Just as he entered the office, he was unexpectedly hugged from behind, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“You…”

Li Huan kicked the office door shut, hugged Song Chunhui tightly around the waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and whispered, “Wife, you were so fierce just now.”

“…” Song Chunhui was really about to have a heart attack, struggling to pull the arm from his waist, and warned Li Huan in a low voice, “Let go, what’s gotten into you?”

“Qian Xin bullied me.” Li Huan whined, hugging Song Chunhui even tighter, not allowing him to break free.

Song Chunhui was speechless and helpless against Li Huan’s thick-skinned nature. In that situation, who was bullying whom? Someone, please take care of this pervert.

Unable to pull him away, he resorted to pinching, cursing in a low voice, “Don’t act crazy here. If you can’t take a joke, resign early. Do you even understand what it means to be a manager?”

“He’s been targeting me these past few days, and I ignored him.” With his wrist pinched and marked by fingernails, Li Huan remained unfazed, affectionately rubbing against Song Chunhui, continuing, “He just said I was licking you, that’s why I got angry.”

“…” Song Chunhui paused, what the heck?

Li Huan: “He said I lick you every day.”

Song Chunhui realized that Qian Xin was referring to Li Huan flattering him, which indeed deserved a beating. When he was at headquarters, people also said he licked Ma Jianguo’s ass every day.

Li Huan: “The problem is, I haven’t even licked it yet.”

Song Chunhui: “???”

Li Huan tilted his head, quickly kissed Song Chunhui on the cheek, and teased him, “Wife, can I lick it? I haven’t tried it yet.”

“…” Song Chunhui was instantly creeped out, feeling physically nauseous. This “chicken” was terrifying, how could anyone randomly lick such a dirty place? No wonder he was a shit-stirrer, he had a fetish for eating crap.

Sensing Song Chunhui’s stiffness, Li Huan laughed and let go of him, returning to seriousness, “Just kidding, who told you to tell me to shut up in front of Qian Xin.”

Song Chunhui could no longer look at Li Huan directly, quickly grabbing his phone and car keys from the desk. Seeing that Li Huan didn’t stop him, he opened the door and slipped away.

Watching the retreating figure, Li Huan put his hands in his pockets, leisurely following. By the time he reached downstairs, the silver Mercedes in the garage had its headlights on.

In the dimming evening light, he raised his hand and waved in that direction.

“Little brat, I’ll deal with you tomorrow night.” Song Chunhui cursed in the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove away from the company.

*

Back at the staff dormitory, Li Huan was unsurprisingly targeted again, with only the security guard on shift and warehouse manager Zhao Jie greeting him.

However, Qian Xin avoided him, which was sensible.

Before entering his room, Li Huan reached out to touch the clothes and jeans he had hung out to dry the day before yesterday, finally dry. He also touched the underwear he had hung out in the morning, not fully dry, which annoyed him a bit.

He took out the key from his pocket, just as Zhang Cong opened the door and came out.

“Xiao Li, are you okay?” Zhang Cong asked with concern.

Since he had to continue working, Li Huan could maintain a surface-level peace, casually brushing off the concern, and entered the room, closing the door. Facing the cramped and oppressive space, he couldn’t stand it for another second. The clothes wouldn’t dry, and taking a shower was a hassle.

Most importantly, the four-eyed guy was slowly getting used to him.

At his place, Song Chunhui was still worried that Li Huan would send him harassing messages, saying irritating and cheesy things. Despite his young age, he was quite the rogue.

Turning on the light to dispel the darkness, he took out his phone, relieved to find no harassing messages.

Dinner was still instant noodles, with a bit of soy sauce for flavor. After quickly filling his stomach, Song Chunhui opened the banking app to check his investments. None had matured yet, and withdrawing early would result in interest being calculated at the current rate, which was a loss. He needed to calculate carefully.

Although he had agreed to lend Luo Hu 200,000 yuan, by this time, he hadn’t received the electronic IOU from his brother, and he already had a sense of what was going on.

Throwing a meat bun to a dog was just that, he didn’t expect it to come back.

He found Luo Hu on WeChat, and without beating around the bush, told him that the 200,000 yuan would be transferred next week, and there was no need to write an IOU. He only had one condition: for Luo Dagui to write a letter of severance, in duplicate, with signatures and fingerprints, and then mail it to him.

If necessary, Song Chunhui planned to take time off to go back and formally terminate the adoption relationship at the local civil affairs department. As for the letter of severance, it was just to see if Luo Dagui could show some sincerity.

It wasn’t until after his shower that Song Chunhui received a message from Luo Hu.

Xiao Hu: [Brother, do we really have to go this far? I know my parents are over the top, and I can’t stand it either, I often tell them off. They do care about you, you know. When we were kids, the family was poor, and my mom wasn’t in good health, couldn’t do heavy work, so it was all on my dad to earn money. It wasn’t easy for him to raise the two of us. My mom cried when she heard you wanted to sever ties. In my heart, you’re my real brother, always will be. Can’t we not sever ties?]

Playing the emotional card again, Song Chunhui wasn’t buying it anymore. After a long silence, he replied.

[Xiao Hu, your brother is getting old, life is tough, and I don’t have much ability. I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me if I say it. How about this, if I remain single for the rest of my life, when I’m gone, everything under my name will be left to you.]

Xiao Hu: [Brother, don’t say things that make people sad.]

“Damn it…” Song Chunhui sighed. Was he the one who wanted to say things that made people sad? Wasn’t he sad too? Everyone was pushing him to the brink, life was meaningless.

He deleted the chat with Luo Hu, out of sight, out of mind.

Central heating wouldn’t start until mid-month, so Song Chunhui turned on the warm yellow night light, lay down in the cold bed, and felt a chill spreading around him, giving him the illusion of lying in a coffin.

So cold.

Could life still have sunshine?

Give him a break.

If not, he wouldn’t live anymore.

…

When Song Chunhui opened his eyes again, it was exactly six in the morning.

He didn’t have the habit of sleeping in, got up on time, and first took out two homemade white steamed buns from the fridge. He was used to making a batch at once, steaming two every morning, frying an egg to sandwich in between, with a bit of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, convenient, simple, and filling.

After washing up, styling his hair, and filling his stomach, he put on a decent suit, and Song Chunhui was full of energy again. Even if he were to die, he would die with dignity, deleting everything that needed to be deleted.

Just before leaving, he received an annoying WeChat message.

Xiao Li: [Good morning, wife ^^]

He ignored it. This little rascal could only take verbal advantage today.

Xiao Li: [I want to take a leave this morning, please approve.]

Song Chunhui didn’t ignore it this time, ruthlessly rejecting: [I approve your resignation.]

Xiao Li: [Are you mad at me for not looking for you last night?]

“…” Song Chunhui resisted the urge to block him.

Xiao Li: [The two suits I ordered are ready, I want to wear them and show you, accompany you to the social event tonight.]

It wasn’t necessary to be so formal tonight, and Song Chunhui considered whether to grant Li Huan half a day off. Thinking about yesterday’s terrifying encounter, he quickly approved it.

Xiao Li: [Don’t you want to see your husband looking handsome?]

“…”

Song Chunhui resisted the urge to block him again, generously granting Li Huan a day off, instructing him to wait at the company entrance at 9:30 PM.

He returned to the chat list, and the conversation with his online partner was still stuck at yesterday evening, ending with the other party saying they had to work overtime. They hadn’t contacted him last night, nor this morning.

Song Chunhui felt a bit lost, not knowing what kind of relationship he was in. He only knew the other party’s job, age, and name, nothing else.

Was it really reliable?

But it was introduced by his junior, it couldn’t be unreliable.

Forget it, dealing with the brat was more important, the relationship could wait until tomorrow.

Urban-Rural Shopping Center.

Li Huan first bought the oil, as expected, there were no condoms in his size. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t buy them because he didn’t mind at all. Song Chunhui was different from others, he was the first virgin he had encountered, only been with him, so he was happy to call Song Chunhui “wife.”

After picking up the suit, Li Huan changed into it directly in the store. At five hundred yuan a set, it was very cheap, and he thought it might be a disaster, but the effect was surprisingly good, with the shop owner praising him for being handsome.

He adjusted his cuffs and smiled, asking, “Sister, am I really handsome?”

“Of course, very handsome!” The shop owner was increasingly smitten with Li Huan, enthusiastically inquiring, “Kid, how old are you this year? Are you dating? I can introduce someone to you.”

“22,” Li Huan casually lied, “I married young, already have a wife.”

“Oh my, married so early.” The shop owner sounded quite regretful.

After leaving the suit shop, Li Huan felt like he needed a car. Wearing a suit and riding an electric scooter was a bit like the real estate agents next door.

Riding back to the company, he didn’t return to the dorm to put things away but went straight to the office building, heading directly to the second-floor business department.

Just as he reached the manager’s office door, he heard the familiar loud voice inside, the four-eyed guy sounded quite anxious, as if something had happened.