Ye Shuang returned to his apartment building very late, but as he slightly raised his head, the light in his own unit was still on, shining like the North Star guiding him home.
He loved this feeling—no matter how late it was, there was always a light waiting for him.
"......" Ye Shuang turned his head. The road beside him was where Zhao Mengyao had once been in a traffic accident.
He heard the guardrail had been completely torn off, but now, looking at it, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Every trace had been wiped clean.
No matter what happened, it seemed insignificant to the world.
Since he didn’t have the power to change the world, being able to live a peaceful, ordinary life was already a rare blessing.
"That kid still isn’t asleep? I should’ve left earlier..." Ye Shuang muttered, carrying a thermal lunchbox as he reached his doorstep.
He had expected the girl to be sitting obediently on the sofa, but when he pushed the door open—
"President! The First Lady is in critical condition—it’s an ectopic pregnancy!"
"Then transfer it into the uterus!" A dramatic voice echoed from the TV, accompanied by melancholic background music.
On the sofa, two girls and a cat sat engrossed in the show, with the cat even serving as a makeshift pillow.
Ye Shuang: "......"
"Ohhh, Brother, you’re back!" Tang Keke waved at Ye Shuang. "I’m staying over tonight."
"Ye Shuang."
"What are you watching? The dialogue is so weird." Tang Keke staying over wasn’t unusual—whenever her parents weren’t home, she’d often spend the night here, keeping Bai Yuyou company.
It also reduced the number of times Bai Yuyou clung to him while sleeping.
"It’s the latest hit CEO drama—The Armpit Hair Princess: The CEO’s Fierce Love," Tang Keke explained.
"The female lead is called Yelai Xiang."
Ye Shuang: "......"
What... a unique name?
Just then, the TV blared again—
"N-No, President! Midway through the surgery, the First Lady ran away—with the baby still inside!"
"Go after her! Or I’ll have you all buried with her!"
"......"
Ye Shuang: "?"
What kind of nonsense is this? What about anesthesia?
"Yuyou, let’s not watch this kind of show." Ye Shuang covered Bai Yuyou’s eyes, only for her to place her own delicate hands over his, layering them on top.
"Mm."
"It’s actually a parody," Tang Keke chimed in. "Since all CEO romance dramas are the same, they made this to grab attention."
"These CEOs sure have a lot of free time," Ye Shuang couldn’t help but comment. Back when he was a boss, he was constantly busy—just work and sleep, no time for romance-obsessed CEOs.
Hm?
A sudden sharp pain shot through his head.
"Ye Shuang, okay?" Bai Yuyou noticed his expression and asked.
"Yeah." He quickly recovered and noticed the girls were still in their school uniforms. "You two haven’t showered yet?"
"Nope."
"No."
"Go shower."
Tang Keke grinned. "Yuyou, let’s shower together."
"Together." Bai Yuyou tugged Ye Shuang’s sleeve. "All three of us."
"Eh?"
"Huh?"
"T-That’s—no no no no no!" Tang Keke crossed her arms, flustered.
Thunk. Ye Shuang lightly knocked Bai Yuyou’s head.
A good sound meant a good head.
After sending the two girls off to shower, Ye Shuang washed the thermal lunchbox and settled on the sofa for a break—saying he wasn’t tired would be a lie, given how late it was.
Might as well watch some TV.
He turned it back on, and the screen blared—
"P-President! The one-year-old who won the Nobel Prize—it’s the child the First Lady gave birth to back then!"
"What?! Bring them here now, or I’ll have you all buried!"
......
Ridiculous.
He silently changed the channel.
Ye Shuang skimmed through the news, but after a few seconds, he switched back.
"Thirty years west of the river, thirty years east of the river—President He, did you never expect we’d all turn out to be your sons?!"
"W-What?! You’re septuplets?!"
Ye Shuang silently changed the channel again.
Ridiculous.
After watching something else for a bit, he inexplicably switched back, as if drawn by some strange magnetism.
"Yelai Xiang, don’t think just because you gave birth to septuplets, I’ll back down! Xiao He and I grew up together! I’m the one who’ll win in the end! He’s mine!"
"But... aren’t you a man?"
Ye Shuang didn’t change the channel this time.
Honestly, the sheer absurdity of the plot had him hooked. He even started munching on sunflower seeds.
Suddenly, a voice called from the bathroom—"B-Brother—"
"Hm?" Ye Shuang looked up from the TV. "What’s wrong?"
"I-I..." The voice sounded embarrassed.
"I was in a hurry when I went in... I forgot to bring my underwear... Wuwuwu..."
Ye Shuang blinked in surprise. Then, another voice followed—"Eek! Yuyou, you can’t just run out naked like that!"
"Got it, wait a sec." He stood up to fetch the underwear.
To be honest, Ye Shuang didn’t feel anything about helping with this—he was used to picking Bai Yuyou’s underwear out of the laundry anyway.
But judging by Tang Keke’s mortified tone, he figured if the two hadn’t showered together, this wouldn’t have happened.
"Ah well, better stay calm, or she’ll get even more embarrassed." He chuckled lightly.
Ye Shuang went upstairs to a small, rarely used guest room where Tang Keke kept spare clothes since she stayed over often.
He opened the closet—the first shelf had pajamas, mostly fluffy pink and pastel yellow ones.
Second shelf, some tights.
Third shelf—there it was.
He quickly spotted the target item and reached for it, but when he caught sight of the label, his hand froze.
"Size... H?"
Still, he politely averted his gaze, grabbed it quickly, and headed back downstairs to the bathroom.
He placed the underwear in a clean basin and set it outside the bathroom door.
"Keke, I left it by the door."
Before he could finish, click—the bathroom door swung open!
Steam billowed out as a hand reached through, followed by Bai Yuyou’s earnest face.
"Ye Shuang, shower together."
Ye Shuang froze.
Behind Bai Yuyou, Tang Keke’s eyes widened in shock.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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