After the press conference live broadcast ended, “Tea Time” had just completed the final frame of post-production editing for the first episode.
According to the investor’s requirements, to ensure that no viewers would scrutinize with microscopes to extract sugar and extrapolate, apart from the “unfamiliar” interactions between the two, everything else was discarded. Overcoming countless difficulties, they had particularly arduously gathered enough footage.
Yin Chi had specifically found three editors who had been single for over ten years, ensuring they were pure and honest, strictly editing frame by frame to show President Huo gazing affectionately at mountains, rivers, and plants, and Mr. Liang concentrating on frying tea.
The next second, they watched as the pure Mr. Liang firmly pressed the honest President Huo in front of the camera and gave him a solid kiss.
…
“The requirements have already been withdrawn.”
The PR department head didn’t even dare to contact the program team and squatted in the corner, lamenting with Duan Ming: “For the next few episodes, all footage of President Huo and Mr. Liang can be freely developed.”
Duan Ming lamented even more: “I’m unemployed.”
The PR department head sighed, rubbing his hair: “I heard the other side is relatively calm, saying that at least Teacher Jiang and his manager haven’t had any issues yet.”
Duan Ming sighed deeply: “I’m unemployed.”
The PR department head: “Teacher Su’s side also doesn’t have any problems for now.”
Duan Ming choked: “I’m unemployed.”
The PR department head had just arranged for his subordinates to urgently respond to public opinion and was under great pressure. With tears, he muttered to him: “Everyone is having a hard time, on tenterhooks, afraid of more unexpected events…”
Duan Ming really couldn’t understand. With tears, he picked up a water gun: “I’m wuwuwuwu unemployed…”
The butler entered the door, was startled by these two people crying with their heads in their hands, quickly closed the door, and picked up the water gun that had appeared in Mr. Liang’s manager’s hand at some point.
“It’s alright.”
The butler had just seen off President Huo and Mr. Liang and had also entered a semi-unemployed mode, but he was much more open-minded than the two younger men: “It’s not a big deal, we’ve been prepared for this.”
The entire Xingguan had little confidence in being able to restrain their President Huo. While the PR department was controlling public opinion about the two being unfamiliar, they had also prepared for the possibility of not being able to keep it secret, so they weren’t caught off guard in their response.
“President Huo isn’t skilled at securing resources for Mr. Liang.”
The butler patted the manager’s shoulder, patiently comforting him: “When the time comes, you’ll be the manager, and President Huo will at most be the executive manager.”
Duan Ming held his hand with tearful eyes: “I’ll lead President Huo?”
The butler, shouldering Mr. Liang’s instructions, solemnly nodded: “You’ll lead President Huo.”
Duan Ming was somewhat reassured and abandoned his plan to jump from an overpass and fall in front of Liang Xiao in the shape of “tragic.” He took his assistant and left to coordinate with Xingguan on the relevant terms and projects for establishing the studio.
The PR department head held a teapot, offering the butler a seat: “Do you know where President Huo and Mr. Liang went?”
After the press conference, the two had left the cameras together and disappeared. The PR department head had led Xingguan in swiftly blocking people, giving these pervasive cameras a warning, but he also didn’t know President Huo and Mr. Liang’s whereabouts.
In such troubled times, even knowing that President Huo wasn’t the type to act recklessly, the PR department head was still vaguely worried that President Huo might directly take Mr. Liang to register for marriage, bringing double the excitement and surprise to the PR work.
“Don’t worry,” the butler smiled and waved his hand, giving him reassurance. “President Huo took Mr. Liang home.”
Liang Xiao had always been professional. The PR department head was taken aback, somewhat surprised: “Did Mr. Liang agree?”
The butler hadn’t heard everything and nodded: “President Huo was affected by the press conference, with his discomfort level quantified at one hundred percent.”
The PR department head was curious: “What happens then?”
The butler had helped President Huo deliver the quantification form to Liang Xiao but hadn’t had time to look at it in detail. He only knew that according to Mr. Liang’s standards, President Huo could report anytime he felt psychologically uncomfortable. One percent discomfort could be exchanged for kissing Mr. Liang once, ten percent for biting Mr. Liang once.
The butler also wanted to know what would happen at one hundred percent, but before he could ask, he was solidly pelted by small hailstones from a red-faced Mr. Liang.
The butler took a sip of tea and put down the cup: “Probably asking us to fully exercise our initiative and creativity.”
The PR department head was taken aback: “Why?”
“Because.”
The butler, with his extensive experience, patted his shoulder: “We probably won’t see President Huo and Mr. Liang for about seven days.”
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The daylight was bright.
Liang Xiao woke from an overly comfortable sleep and turned over.
President Huo was sleeping beside him.
With nothing urgent to attend to, President Huo was sleeping deeply for once, still holding one of his hands, breathing lightly, his brows particularly relaxed.
Liang Xiao let him hold that hand while taking out a marker from his pocket.
Throughout their journey, both had experienced many twists and turns, and staying vigilant had become the most basic habit.
Liang Xiao was somewhat better, only finding it difficult to sleep soundly in new environments. President Huo had been particularly resistant to sleep these years, and due to his concern for Liang Xiao’s health, he had hardly had many sound sleeps.
Rarely falling asleep, he was always worried that Liang Xiao would leave.
Liang Xiao had always been mindful of this. This time, having finally carved out a path from the press conference, when President Huo firmly gripped his wrist, pressed against his shoulder, and softly asked what would happen at one hundred percent discomfort, his emotions stirred, and he immediately promised seven days and seven nights while patting his chest.
…
Looking at how peacefully their President Huo was sleeping, Liang Xiao vaguely felt that he might have been tricked.
President Huo was sleeping soundly. Liang Xiao studied the marker for a while, held his breath, and with the cap in his mouth, made a virtual draft in the air.
Liang Xiao’s hand moved as if divinely guided, making a virtual dot on President Huo’s nose tip.
When they were together, President Huo was always more alert than him. Liang Xiao quickly hid the evidence and lay in wait for a long time. Seeing President Huo still sleeping deeply, he was taken aback and moved a bit closer.
Perhaps he had indeed been too exhausted these days.
Liang Xiao felt President Huo’s pulse, didn’t sense anything wrong, and confidently aimed at that spot again.
President Huo still showed no reaction.
Liang Xiao was a bit concerned and leaned over. Just as he was about to lower his head to check President Huo’s forehead temperature, his waist and back were suddenly firmly encircled by an arm.
Liang Xiao had no time to react. His arm, completely unprepared, went slack, and he plopped onto their President Huo.
Liang Xiao: “…”
President Huo opened his eyes and met his gaze: “Awake?”
Liang Xiao’s feelings were a bit complex as he held the marker: “…”
The room was wrapped in sunlight, making one too lazy to move. President Huo had rarely slept so comfortably, and the fatigue from prolonged sleep had not yet dissipated. He pulled Liang Xiao closer into his arms.
He would still dream of his youth, but this time, upon waking, he still saw the person from his dream.
President Huo was worried that Liang Xiao might catch cold and tucked the blanket around him, placed a kiss on Liang Xiao’s forehead, and closed his eyes again.
Liang Xiao watched the particularly conspicuous marker line and shook President Huo: “Don’t sleep yet, Huo Lan—”
President Huo was relaxed in body and mind, still enveloped by sleepiness. He held Liang Xiao in his arms, slowly massaging the gland at the back of his neck.
Liang Xiao was different from ordinary omegas. Even now, his gland had only recovered seventy to eighty percent, and it wasn’t easy to suppress his arousal each time. President Huo had become skilled in taking care of him. Even in his drowsy state, he still released some pheromones to accommodate, meticulously soothing the restlessness of his gland.
Liang Xiao tugged at him and bit him, trying to wake him up: “Let’s go to the bathroom.”
President Huo stroked his hair: “No need.”
Liang Xiao was deeply concerned: “Need.”
President Huo could never argue with him. As a compromise, he made some snow, helping Mr. Liang with a gentle face cooling by sprinkling it on his face.
Liang Xiao: “…”
Although drawing a cat on President Huo’s face had been his highest ideal from childhood to adulthood, it wasn’t very appropriate given that President Huo had a remote video interview with the “Tea Time” program team tonight.
Liang Xiao had originally just planned to make a gesture for fun, not expecting that there would always be unexpected events.
Liang Xiao used his clothes to catch the small snowflakes, carefully warming them until they melted, and wiped President Huo’s face.
President Huo still hadn’t been able to break free from his sleepiness. He continued to hold one of Liang Xiao’s hands, pulled him closer, and pressed his forehead against his.
Liang Xiao diligently wiped his face, exhaled: “Don’t move—”
President Huo, holding Liang Xiao, made an “mm” sound.
Liang Xiao thought he was awake, was taken aback, and looked down.
President Huo was still sleeping heavily. Perhaps not very satisfied with his own pheromones, his brows slightly furrowed, and he coughed softly: “Cold.”
Liang Xiao thought to himself, “Of course it’s cold, you made the snow yourself.” After holding back for a while, he resigned himself with a sigh and a smile, using the blanket to wrap him up tightly.
President Huo was undoubtedly very different from his youth. The soft contours in memory had become hard, and his entire being had gained a full measure of solemn coldness that commanded respect without anger.
Liang Xiao rarely had the opportunity to examine him so carefully. As he wiped the accidental marker trace on President Huo’s face, his heart still couldn’t help but stir.
Liang Xiao touched him and said softly: “Fat sheep.”
President Huo responded vaguely, stroking his back.
Liang Xiao rarely had the opportunity to act imperiously and pushed his luck: “Have you finished your homework?”
President Huo didn’t respond but pressed his lips together.
Liang Xiao, eagerly wanting to examine him three times a day, cleared his throat and said with particular authority: “Have you recited your lessons? Have you done your problems? Have you kissed me—”
President Huo finally couldn’t hold back, laughed softly, opened his eyes, and touched his lips.
Liang Xiao opened his mouth, quickly blushing in President Huo’s arms.
President Huo pressed his forehead against his and reported softly: “Kissed.”
Liang Xiao was red and steaming: “Still… still two more…”
President Huo, thoroughly unable to sleep due to his disturbance, simply supported himself with one arm to sit up, took Mr. Liang into his arms, and conscientiously kissed him a full two more times.
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