Chapter 60: The Feast!

The storm of cheers didn’t last long.

Probably because they noticed He Luchen was still present, the editorial department’s people calmed down.

Jian Mingzhou watched from a distance as the storm subsided, then casually strolled back.

As he approached, he saw Xia Ye sitting on the yellow bike, giving him a smirk. “Hmph~”

“…?”

Jian Mingzhou automatically interpreted: The smirk of a defeated dog.

This time, turning defeat into victory.

He tolerantly ignored Xia Ye’s weird smirk and also picked a yellow bike to ride.

With everyone gathered, the cycling began.

The newly constructed greenway was wide and smooth.

The total distance was long, and there weren’t many cyclists. Occasionally, patches of greenery adorned the road, creating a pleasant and peaceful atmosphere.

Jian Mingzhou rode his bike along with everyone.

He Luchen took the lead and rode to the front.

The speeding bike and his small suit, fluttering in the wind, shone brightly in the bright sunlight.

Jian Mingzhou glanced at Xia Ye, who was riding slowly beside him.

The latter held a face that seemed indifferent.

Jian Mingzhou pondered: … No initiative, no story; no story, no food to eat.

After brewing for two seconds, he praised the figure in front of him: “Editor, he rides really fast. I didn’t expect such strong sports abilities from someone with such strong work abilities.”

“Ah!?” Xia Ye immediately turned around, displeased.

Jian Mingzhou said, “No one in our Slow Romance Department can catch up…”

As the words fell, a gust of wind swept by!

The next moment, Xia Ye pedaled the yellow bike and rushed straight up, riding up to half a meter in front of He Luchen. He Luchen looked surprised and greeted him, “Xia Editor, can you ride the yellow bike so fast?”

Xia Ye chuckled, “Is Mercedes-Benz that amazing?”

Jian Mingzhou contentedly followed from behind: Ate the meal, boxed, boxed, boxed…

The conversation ahead drifted with the wind.

Jian Mingzhou and a group of patients followed not too far behind, faintly hearing words like “Porsche,” “taboo,” “vinyl records,” “fountain pen,” their thoughts wandering…

They ate with rosy faces and light steps.

The phone in Jian Mingzhou’s pocket vibrated faintly.

Jian Mingzhou, riding and eating at the same time, didn’t pay attention.

They rode for more than twenty minutes like this.

With their casual chatter, the sunlight leaked through the gaps in the leaves along the way, falling gracefully into their eyes.

They were happily eating when suddenly Xia Ye’s bike in front swayed, followed by an abrupt halt!

Splash! The bike chain came off.

Xia Ye stopped and looked down: ???

What the hell? Jian Mingzhou also hastily stopped. What kind of comedy is this!?

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn’t have time to think about it.

Immediately turning the bike around, he shouted to the patients, “Quick, ride back.”

The people turned their heads: ???

After a two-second reaction, they instantly understood!

Xiaoyu turned the bike around while glancing back with a hungry look. “But…”

Jian Mingzhou restrained himself: “Sacrifice a little meal for the greater meal.”

When the two of them returned alone, it was the day they, the mental patients, got to eat!

Xiaoyu quickly figured it out, and everyone swarmed away!

From behind came the sound of Xia Ye’s breaking point, “Grass!? You guys——!!!”

Then, an elegant voice from He Luchen,

“Oh, do you need help, Xia Editor?”

…

The group of people hurriedly rode back the same way.

They had already ridden a long distance.

With the round trip taking almost an hour, they now returned the bikes and sat on the open ground to rest.

There was a large area of cattails planted around, swaying in the breeze with fragmented light, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

The group sat there and speculated:

“What do you think they are doing now?”

“Fixing the bike, riding back, hitchhiking?… I dare not think about how the editor-in-chief is coming back later!”

Qianqian, trembling with a flushed face, looked at Jian Mingzhou with admiration and said, “Indeed, you’re the deputy editor, with countless readings. Cooking skills are not something we ordinary people can compare with!”

Jian Mingzhou modestly lowered his eyes. “It’s not that…”

“But I didn’t expect that today’s visitor would be Editor He. Deputy Editor, where’s your little wolf puppy?”

His words suddenly stopped.

Jian Mingzhou raised his eyes to meet the curious gazes of the patients, paused for a moment, and explained casually,

“Xiaojing had training today, so he couldn’t make it.”

“Oh~~ really? It’s not that, Deputy Editor; you’re shy and didn’t invite him, right?”

… What is she talking about? When was he ever shy?

But now, it’s about time for Xie Jing’s training to end.

Thinking about it, he took out his phone to send a message.

As he opened WeChat, he realized that Xie Jing had called him fifty minutes ago and left two messages.

【Jing】: Uncle, have you arrived?

【Jing】: You didn’t bring someone else, right? ^^

Jian Mingzhou replied, I just finished riding; everyone who came is a colleague.

After sending the message, he held on to the phone and waited for a reply.

Just as he stared at the screen, the chatting voices in front suddenly stopped, and a faint sound of inhaling could be heard.

… What happened?

Jian Mingzhou raised his head to see Qianqian and others looking behind him. Before he could react, a shadow fell from above, and an arm reached from behind, pulling him into an embrace.

He suddenly fell into a tight and warm hug!

His heart startled abruptly.

Then he heard the familiar voice whispering from beside his ear. Xie Jing embraced him and tilted his head, asking, “Uncle, which man did you bring?”

Jian Mingzhou, grasping Xie Jing’s arms, was shocked and turned his head. “Xiao Jing, how did you come?”

Not caring about the madness of others, Xie Jing tightened his arms, encircling him, and asked again, “Where’s the person you brought? Let me see.”

His arms encircling Jian Mingzhou’s shoulders and waist were possessive.

Jian Mingzhou couldn’t help feeling his face heat up, placing his hands in front of him. “Wait, how did you know?”

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized—Xia Ye!!!

He raised his eyes and asked, “Did Xia Ye tell you? When did you exchange WeChat?”

“During the farewell at Qingyan Travel, didn’t we exchange contact information then?”

After saying that, Xie Jing asked again, “You haven’t told me which man you brought. Why didn’t you bring me?”

The colleagues around them had gone completely crazy.

“Ahahaha!!! What kind of development is this?”

“They’re right, Deputy Editor! Having Xiaojing is not enough!”

“Xiaojing, punish him, punish him!”

… Damn! What nonsense are these people saying!?

Jian Mingzhou watched as Xie Jing’s eyes deepened, suddenly shocked! He was about to explain, but Xiaoyu stood up suddenly and imitated them, shouting:

“We need to retreat! Sacrifice the small meal to achieve the big meal.”

As the words fell, the group quickly dispersed!

Jian Mingzhou: !!!

As everyone left, he was about to mention “He Luchen,” but Xie Jing suddenly pressed his neck and lowered his head to kiss him.

“Um…” His voice was completely blocked.

I just finished training, and the vigorous hormones mixed with possessiveness erupted for a moment. Jian Mingzhou could only tilt his head to endure the intense and teasing deep kiss from above, where his lips and tongue were stirred.

The large and hot palm on his nape rubbed delicately between kisses, causing a shiver.

He gripped Xie Jing’s clothes tightly, softening in the firm embrace.

“Um… Xiaojing…”

Until his knuckles trembled from the kisses, Xie Jing finally released him.

Jian Mingzhou’s eyes were slightly red, and his eyes had a moist touch. Before he could regain his senses, Xie Jing buried his head into his shoulder. Then, with a slight prick on his shoulder, “…Mm!”

He shuddered, and Xie Jing took a bite.

Teeth gently grazed the skin, not painful but bringing a different kind of stimulation.

Jian Mingzhou, breathing shakily, grabbed Xie Jing’s arm, feeling like he was being bitten by a wolf. In the trembling all over his body, he looked up at the glaring sun and couldn’t help but crazily chant a spell in his heart:

“…Xia Ye, Gula’s dark curse! Xia Ye, Gula’s dark curse!”

The teeth nibbled for a moment.

Xie Jing left a toothmark, then slowly stood up.

Jian Mingzhou pulled back his thoughts and, with steady breaths, looked at him and asked, “Why did you leave a mark?”

A hand touched his neck.

Xie Jing lowered his eyes, touching the tooth mark, and his tongue swept over the canine tooth. The place where the canine tooth was felt a bit painful and itchy, like the teething period, always wanting to bite on something.

He hoarsely said, “I wanted the man you brought to see it.”

Jian Mingzhou, “…”

He pursed his lips, then sincerely said, “Even if he sees it, he won’t think much of it.”

Xie Jing’s gaze became momentarily dangerous. “Is there really another man?” he asked. “Why?”

Jian Mingzhou: “He would only say: I thought it was more forbidden.”

Xie Jing, “?”

“…The tone was so vivid,” recreating the scene at the parking lot in the evening.

Xie Jing fell silent for a while. “…He Luchen?”

Seizing the opportunity, Jian Mingzhou raised his hand to cover the dangerous mouth and turned to say, “I told you, they are just colleagues.”

There was a quiet moment.

Then Xie Jing buried his head again, turning back into the large dog lying on him, resting on his shoulder, kissing the tooth mark, and saying,

“Sorry, Uncle. I was too jealous.”

“…”!!

Jian Mingzhou’s heart trembled. Isn’t this too direct? How is this different from a confession?

His face suddenly felt hotter, and he slightly turned his head to smooth his hair. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

You also got involved in this dirty dispute.

After staying here for a while, they got up and walked back.

The editors found another empty space.

Seeing them come back, everyone raised their bowls and peeked. “Is it settled already?”

“…Is the punishment over?”

Jian Mingzhou calmly explained while holding back his emotions, “There wasn’t anyone else from the beginning. I was just explaining normally…”

“Damn!” Qianqian suddenly exploded, her gaze falling on his shoulder.

The wide neckline only covered half of it.

The glaring tooth mark entered their eyes, carrying an infinitely ambiguous and suggestive atmosphere.

The group of people opened their throats and trembled silently: Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Still saying there aren’t any!!!

Jian Mingzhou also had a “damn” moment! Covered or not, these people have sharp eyes!?

A hand suddenly reached out.

Xie Jing seemed quite naturally to cover the tooth mark with his hand, his palm enveloping the shoulder, turning his head to say,

“Uncle, I’ve covered it for you.”

“!!”

Jian Mingzhou’s hand hanging by his side trembled slightly. What kind of newfangled way of covering ears and stealing bells is this!?

…

The surroundings were immersed in a sea of rampant joy.

Jian Mingzhou was rapidly thinking about how to change the topic when his gaze suddenly froze. Then, it was like grabbing a lifebuoy, shifting his gaze, and saying,

“Look, what’s over there?”

The revelry paused, and everyone turned their heads.

By now, the sun had gradually set, and the soft sunlight was slanting down.

In the distance, He Luchen rushed over from the green path.

His elegant little Western-style suit fluttered in the wind, and the golden sunset shone behind him, with a large bunch of bright and dazzling rose petals blooming and dancing.

Jian Mingzhou was taken aback: …Rose petals?

Before he could think about it, the figure approached.

He Luchen was riding fast.

As he got closer, Xia Ye was sitting in the back of the bike, hugging tightly the pile of roses he bought in the swift wind and sunset. Seeing that they were about to reach the crowd, he suddenly shouted:

“Enough! Enough! Chief Editor He, stop!!”

With a squeeze of the roses in his arms, another shower of petals burst out—He Luchen, in the petal rain, was elegant and gentlemanly.

“No need to be polite; let me take you to the finish line.”

Xia Ye shivered in the wind. “Ahhhhh—”

“…”

Everyone looked over quietly.

After a while, Qianqian moved her lips and asked, “Is this a shoujo manga?”

Xiaoyu also seemed dazed. “Hot-blooded shoujo manga.”

Jian Mingzhou fixedly said, No, it’s Gula’s dark curse!

He remembered the scene he had imagined not long ago and never thought it would be presented in such a harmonious way!

Xia Ye didn’t sit on the Mercedes-Benz crying, nor did he sit on the Mercedes-Benz laughing.

He was on the Mercedes-Benz, screaming his lungs out.