Five minutes later.
Jiang Luoluo had been called back from his departure and was once again perched on Fu Tingchuan’s lap.
Fu Tingchuan looked at his, while he stared at the computer screen, which replayed the video of his angry outburst in the elevator.
Jiang Luoluo covered his face with both hands, his shoulders slumping. Inside, he wailed incessantly: Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Without the System, he suddenly wondered if CEO Fu Tingchuan’s fondness for him had dropped to rock bottom!
How careless!
Too careless!
I should have gone out there and yelled again!
A cold snort reached his ears, Fu Tingchuan’s voice icy.
“Damn capitalist?”
“You dog of a man?”
“Is that what you said behind my back?”
The fingers covering Jiang Luoluo’s face moved down slightly, revealing a pair of innocent eyes that held a hint of moisture. “I was wrong…”
“Hmph,” Fu Tingchuan replied.
The man’s fingers gripped Jiang Luoluo’s chin. With one eyebrow arched, Fu Tingchuan looked at him, his smile barely visible. “Baby, aren’t you still quite rebellious?”
With his chin held and both hands pressed against his back by Fu Tingchuan, Jiang Luoluo blinked his eyes and said in a soft voice, “I’m sorry.”
Afraid Fu Tingchuan wouldn’t believe him, Jiang Luoluo quickly added, “I’m sorry, really!”
Fu Tingchuan remained silent, his black eyes fixed squarely on Jiang Luoluo without blinking, one eyebrow still arched.
Feeling flustered under the stare, Jiang Luoluo’s small hands gripped Fu Tingchuan’s sleeves. He leaned in and kissed Fu’s cheek flatteringly. “Husband…”
“Who are you calling husband? I’m just a dog of a capitalist man, not your husband.”
Fu Tingchuan looked at him with slightly lowered lashes and a hint of anger on his face.
Jiang Luoluo leaned in close, wrapping his arms around Fu Tingchuan’s neck. He rested his head against his shoulder like a clingy kitten and cooed sweetly, “You’re the best, my husband.”
“You love me more than anything, don’t you?”
The person in his arms squirmed and almost slid off his lap. Fu Tingchuan instinctively grabbed his waist. Realizing what he’d done, his face flushed with frustration and shame—
After all the back-to-back accusations of being a degenerate capitalist running dog, just a couple of flattering words while holding them and he’s already softening!
Sensing his reaction, the person in his arms grew even more bold. His small hand slid from behind his neck to rest on his shoulder. He tilted his head and whispered hotly into his ear, “You’re the most generous, my husband… you’d never stoop to the baby’s level, right?”
The gentle puff of warm breath against his ear made Fu Tingchuan’s body go rigid, his hand around his waist as tense as an iron clamp.
His dark eyes grew even deeper and more unreadable. With a sudden burst of energy, Fu Tingchuan jumped up, “I was trying to be gentle with you, even holding back until tonight…”
“Jiang Luoluo, you brought this on yourself!”
Clothes lay scattered across the suite’s floor. Despite Jiang Luoluo’s meticulous efforts, the knot he had tied was finally torn open, his shirt carelessly draped over the bedside.
Jiang Luoluo huddled, wrapped tightly in a small blanket, his face still flushed with lingering passion. He peeked out from under the covers, gazing at Fu Tingchuan with teary eyes.
Fu Tingchuan glanced at the teeth marks on his shoulder in the mirror, clicked his tongue softly, and then looked down at Jiang Luoluo’s face before itching to gently squeeze his cheek.
“You’re really ruthless.”
He sat down next to Jiang Luoluo, put his strong arms on Jiang Luoluo’s shoulders through the quilt, and leaned over to kiss the other’s slightly swollen lips: “Is our little Luoluo a reincarnated dog?”
Jiang Luoluo let out a small huff, his voice still thick with the tears he had been crying. “You’re the dog.”
“You can even talk back to me now, can’t you?”
Fu Tingchuan couldn’t help but chuckle, tugging the quilt even tighter around Jiang Luoluo. “I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t hold it against you.”
Jiang Luoluo glared at him, his eyes red and swollen, lashes flickering with each breath. His teary gaze held no power to intimidate.
“Dog-man,” Jiang Luoluo whispered, his voice soft and a little hoarse from crying.
Fu Tingchuan smiled at him without arguing. “Yeah, I’m a dog-man.”
“What about you?” His long fingers pointed at her red, puffy nose. “You’re a weepy…”
Fu Tingchuan drew out his words, lifting an eyebrow to hint at the blanket covering his body. “A naked little puppy.”
Jiang Luoluo pressed his lips together, silently seething. He glared at Fu Tingchuan for a long moment, looking both fierce and cute. “Give me some clothes! I want to get dressed!”
“What for?” Fu Tingchuan teased. “It’s just the two of us in the office. You can stay wrapped in that blanket while I work at my desk.”
“When I feel like missing you…” He lifted his chin, his usually dignified face taking on a suggestive, flirtatious expression. “…I’ll just walk in here, all easy-like.”
These intimate words made Jiang Luoluo’s face turn bright red. Scenes from their earlier playtime kept flashing before his eyes. He suddenly covered his face with one hand, yanked the blanket closer, and quickly hid himself under it.
His little actions seemed to greatly please Fu Tingchuan. Laughter came from outside the quilt, and he gently touched the small, lump-shaped object, finding Jiang Luoluo incredibly adorable.
He had never found any man adorable before.
But after being with Jiang Luoluo, it was like this label had been stuck on the other party’s forehead. Whether he smiled, ate, got angry, or even when his eyes were red…
There was nothing about him that wasn’t adorable.
It always made him want to tease him.
Distant footsteps could be heard outside. The smile on Fu Tingchuan’s face quickly vanished, leaving his cold, hard profile with an expression of uninterested displeasure.
Without his permission, no one was allowed in his office.
Who could be so bold?
Fu Tingchuan hid his smile and considerately tucked the quilt around Jiang Luoluo, making sure not to leave any skin exposed.
His dark brown shoes clicked on the floor as he stepped out, his demeanor fierce.
The footsteps outside the suite continued as if someone was searching for something. Fu Tingchuan opened the door, and a pair of lovely, almond-shaped eyes gazed at him, their tone delighted. “Tingchuan-gege!”
Fu Tingchuan’s eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly as he looked at Bai Tang standing by his desk. “What are you doing here?”
With that, he casually closed the suite’s door.
“Tingchuan-gege, I came to see you today, and I’m also here to apologize for yesterday’s banquet…”
Yesterday’s banquet?
The furrow between Fu Tingchuan’s eyebrows deepened slightly.
These past few days, his intermittent memory loss has become more severe. Another day had slipped past him unnoticed. He had even attended Bai Tang’s homecoming banquet.
At that banquet, he couldn’t remember what he had said or done. Fortunately, nothing too serious had occurred.
Bai Tang, carrying a small box, paused. Her bright eyes dimmed, and she clasped her hands together.
“I’m really sorry about what happened at the banquet. I didn’t look after Young Master Jiang properly, and made him unhappy…”
“Fu Tingchuan: tries to be a cold and ruthless CEO 😐
Jiang Luoluo: calls him ‘husband’ once 🥺👉👈
Fu Tingchuan: …Fine, but I’m still mad. 😤
Moral of the story? Flattery gets you everywhere. 😂
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Why did he have to come back, I was just enjoying our mc’s romance!! Damn, that bitch White Lotus is back
Why is it female pronouns, it so disruptive to the flow
because most of these stories are slapped into google translate and then never edited or proofread even the slightest bit. it’s so lazy.
I was actually thinking of donating to their kofi but all the missed female pronouns really threw me of and made me realize this is probably just mtl without any translation checks….
Hi there, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.
I’ve translated over 90 chapters so far, and this is the first time I’ve received such strong criticism. I actually reread and proofread Chapter 25 multiple times and even updated it after noticing some issues. It’s possible that something went wrong during the update process, and I’ll definitely double-check it again.
I always try my best to respond to every comment and genuinely care about improving. So I admit your words stung a little—it made me feel like all my efforts were being dismissed. I mention Ko-fi sometimes because I genuinely need the support and want to stay connected with readers, not because I take my responsibilities lightly.
This is my first time working like this, and it’s something I truly love doing. I’m still learning every day, and feedback helps me grow—so thank you again, even if it was hard to read. 💛