“Ahhh, Wild God, you’re amazing! I want to have your babies!” The voice was so loud and clear that even the viewers watching the livestream could hear it.

Then Kuang Ye seemed to say something, but since his mic wasn’t on, no one heard him directly. However, some sharp-eyed viewers who could read lips quickly deciphered it:
[Get lost! Laozi^[1]Arrogant way of saying I or this Laozi means, this old master don’t need a man to have my babies.]

Mu Wan couldn’t help but chuckle aloud.

The comment section lit up with laughter:
[Hahaha, Wild God is truly wild. But aren’t they fined for swearing? And he said it right on camera! That’s gonna cost him.]
[Does “laozi”^[2]“Old Master.” even count as a swear? It’s just a way of saying ‘I’ ^[3]Kuang Ye said Laozi or I ‘Pertaining to himself in an arrogant way’ !]
[What kind of self-reference is that? Do you always use “laozi” for yourself?]
[Laozi^[4]Here the commenter use Laozi in an arrogant way pertaining to himself do.]
[…Okay.]

Mu Wan thought to herself how funny this group of gamers was.

After seeing Kuang Ye leave the stage in the livestream, Mu Wan opened her phone and hesitated for a moment before switching to her contact list.

The phone rang twice before being answered quickly.

“Wan wan?”

Mu Wan teased him, “Not calling me ‘Jiejie’ anymore?”

Kuang Ye glanced around at his teammates, who were all sneakily peeking at him. Holding his phone, he ran to the bathroom and spoke with a cheeky yet affectionate tone, “Jiejie, did you miss me?”

Mu Wan originally wanted to tease him back, thinking he’d likely be playing it cool in front of his teammates. But to her surprise…

His deep, slightly raspy voice transmitted through the phone with a soft intimacy. Her ears flushed red instantly. Subconsciously, she moved the phone away from her ear, though she realized it was a pointless gesture.

Clearing her throat to hide her embarrassment, she changed the topic. “I just watched your game’s livestream. Congratulations on your victory.”

“Does that mean there’ll be roses again this time?”

“…There can be.”

Hearing her gentle reply, Kuang Ye’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pressed his luck. “Can I get another reward too?”

Mu Wan: “!!”

Her mind immediately flashed back to that passionate kiss in the apartment basement. Her words stumbled awkwardly as she spoke, “I-it’s not impossible…”

Kuang Ye could easily imagine how flustered Mu Wan must be on the other end of the line. She was probably blushing deeply, her face pink like a ripe peach—so sweet that a single bite would release delicious juice…

For a moment, he regretted teasing her so much over the phone. But Mu Wan was so agreeable to him, saying yes to everything he asked. For someone as greedy as him, restraint wasn’t exactly a strong suit.

“Then it’s settled. You owe me a reward.”

On the other end of the line, he heard a soft, shy “Mm,” her voice sweet and compliant.

Kuang Ye suddenly felt an intense urge to drive straight to her apartment and claim the sweet “peach” on the other side of the phone, savoring every bit of her until nothing remained. But he knew it wasn’t the right time yet.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his impulses, he continued, “Wan wan, ST has another match tomorrow morning. Want to grab dinner together in the afternoon?”

“I’ll invite my teammates too. Most of them are the ones you met last time.”

Mu Wan blinked in surprise. Was he introducing his friends to her?

“Should I dress formally for the occasion?”

Kuang Ye let out a disdainful snort. “Just wear whatever. They don’t deserve to see you all dressed up.”

Amused by his tone, Mu Wan couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”

—

Hanging up the phone, Kuang Ye chuckled to himself as he prepared to rejoin his teammates.

As soon as he opened the bathroom stall door, he was greeted by six faces waiting outside, including the manager, the coach, and four teammates—all with a mix of teasing and judgmental expressions.

“‘Jiejie?’”
“‘Reward?’”
“‘We’re not worthy of her dressing up for us?’”

The most damning, however, was the manager, already past thirty, dressed in a suit and glaring at him furiously.
“And you claim you’re not in a relationship?”

Kuang Ye: “…”

He turned the tables with a smirk. “Why are you eavesdropping on someone else’s phone call? Don’t you know that’s unethical and uncivilized behavior?”

Manager: “You’ve been in the bathroom forever, and the post-match interview is about to start. I came to find you.”
Coach: “I came here to use the bathroom.”
The four teammates chimed in: “We came to use the bathroom too.”

They absolutely didn’t come because their captain had walked off with a suspiciously happy, no—suspiciously smug smile on his face. They totally weren’t here for gossip.

But who would’ve thought that the invincible Jungle God on the battlefield would call his girlfriend “Jiejie” in private? You’re really taking this relationship game to the next level.

In the end, the eavesdropping incident concluded with the group unanimously standing on the moral high ground, citing Kuang Ye’s public insult to his teammates in front of his girlfriend. To make amends, he had to treat everyone to a feast.

As for which feast?
Of course, it was the dinner planned for tomorrow—the one where she didn’t need to dress up for them.

—

The next day, Mu Wan woke up early. She took a shower, styled her hair, and did her makeup. Even though Kuang Ye had said there was no need to dress up, she wanted to make a good impression on his friends.

At noon, Kuang Ye arrived to pick her up. He glanced at her once and looked a little jealous.
“You never dress up this nicely when you go out with me.”

Mu Wan got into the passenger seat and gave him a side-eye.
“Am I not going out with you today?”

Kuang Ye: “…” That was true.

They soon arrived at the restaurant, a renowned Cantonese eatery in the city. To avoid any disruptions, Kuang Ye had reserved a private dining room.

When they pushed open the door, the rest of the team was already there. Mu Wan walked in gracefully and greeted everyone with a warm smile.

“Hello, I’m Mu Wan, Kuang Ye’s fiancée.”

Everyone looked up, and their jaws practically dropped. The woman before them had delicate features, an elegant aura, and was dressed in a light white lace gown with her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, making her look like one of those noble young ladies from TV dramas.

The manager and coach, meeting Mu Wan for the first time: “!!”

They instantly shared the same thought as the teammates when they first met her:
How the hell does someone like Kuang Ye deserve her?