Buzz, buzz, buzz—buzz, buzz, buzz—
Irritated, Fu Tingchuan turned off his phone. The other person kept calling without any consideration, and the screen lit up, vibrating nonstop.
Having been interrupted twice, his mood was completely ruined.
Fu Tingchuan pressed the call button, his voice stiff, “Qin Zheng, is the King of Hell chasing you?”
“What’s the rush?!”
The voice on the other end said in a lazy voice: “What is it? I called at an inopportune moment, have I ruined your good deeds?”
Fu Tingchuan let out a cold hmph.
The sound of laughter came through the phone. “Come on, bro, you sound like you’re in a panic.”
“It’s not a joke, I just wanted to remind you. Don’t forget about tonight’s party.”
“What party?”
Pulling Jiang Luoluo back into his arms, Fu Tingchuan gave his soft little hand a small squeeze. “Didn’t you say it was on Tuesday?”
“I guess getting caught up in love makes people lose track of time.”
The person on the phone sighed. “Mr. Fu, today is Tuesday.”
Hang up the phone, Fu Tingchuan looked at the date on the calendar and frowned.
His last memory was from Sunday night.
After drinking at a social event,he came home and fell asleep holding my little lover in his arms.
And now it was Tuesday.”What happened on Monday?” Fu Tingchuan asked himself.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Jiang Luoluo. “What did I do yesterday?”
Jiang Luoluo propped himself up, sitting with him. He looked at Fu Tingchuan with a very serious expression. “You were at home with me yesterday morning, playing a little. In the afternoon, you went to the company. Don’t you remember?”
After speaking, those round eyes blinked, gazing at him doubtfully.
Fu Tingchuan avoided his gaze, grunting, “Yeah”, “I remembered it.”
Hmph! A shameless liar!* Jiang Luoluo muttered to himself.
A layer of suspicion still lingering in his mind, Fu Tingchuan tossed the quilt aside and got up. “There’s a party tonight. You’re coming with me.”
Jiang Luoluo obediently climbed out of bed, shuffling behind Fu Tingchuan in his slippers to the dressing room, where he helped fasten the buttons on the Fu’s shirt.
Fu Tingchuan’s eyes swept over Jiang Luoluo’s soft hair, fluttering lashes, and down to his red, plump lips.
The barely visible mark near his collarbone, about the size of a fingernail, had faded, resembling half-dried rose petals scattered on the skin at his neckline.
When he bent his waist slightly, it was still possible to see faint traces of a deeper, delicate snow-white hue.
As the last button was fastened, Fu Tingchuan reached out, grasping the man’s chin. He leaned down and kissed those lips that looked excessively soft.
His voice carried a low, husky undertone: “Good boy.”
“I’ll reward you properly tonight.”
:::system
**+5 Favorability points**
:::
With a sweet smile, Jiang Luoluo watched Fu Tingchuan descend the stairs before closing the door behind him with a click. Unable to hold back, he couldn’t help but remark: “Is he a teddy bear gone sentient or what?”
“Seriously, how proper is this ‘quick transmigration’ system of yours? Are you just the legendary ‘colorful’ system? Why does this villain seem so unreliable?”
“It’s like his brain only knows one thing—everything else must have slipped his mind.”
The system fell silent for a moment before responding:
:::system
[Well… It’s a man, you know…]
:::
For the first time, Jiang Luoluo detected a tone of weary resignation in those unflappable, robotic words—bitterness born of seeing it all.
If the system could take human form, he’d undoubtedly be the picture of a man deeply lost in thought, puffing on a cigarette while gazing at the sky…
“Seems like Fu Tingchuan’s memory isn’t the only thing that needs fixing—my translator brain could use a little fuel too! If you want more updates, feel free to drop a coffee on my Ko-fi so I can keep the translations flowing smoothly!”
