Married to the Protagonist

The gathering of clouds caused the world outside to look all grey.

Even though they opened the blackout curtains, the light coming in was not strong, so the room was dim. It was the best kind of weather for sleeping.

…

The words from the karaoke staff yesterday were just like a sudden change in events.

Some were surprised, some confused, and some secretly threw glances at Yan Cheng.

Whispering voices gradually arose.

They were all tumbling drunk, but they still didn’t forget to bring out their intelligence to gossip. “Didn’t her husband leave the room halfway just now? I think he’s just acting by himself!”

It wasn’t loud, but everyone around them could hear.

Chen Jinyao frowned and turned sideways, eyes vaguely seeking out the person who spoke. That person shrunk back her neck, but then straightened up again in the next second.

A girl next to her had a look of disbelief. “That can’t be, right?”

“What do you mean? I spent two months of my salary sprucing myself up today so I could make myself look presentable!”

“…”

But this conversation did not last long.

The reason for that was that they could hardly call a taxi through the car booking app this deep into the night.

The class president had a complicated look on his face. He turned to ask the cashier, “Is it hard to find a car around here?”

“Yes,” the staff nodded with a smile. She couldn’t just say that people usually drove here in their own cars either. “It would probably be about ten minutes if you walk from here to Nanjing Road. It’s easier to hail a cab there.”

Even the trains have stopped running at this hour.

At the same time, Yan Cheng swept his eyes at Chen Jinyao, saying, “If Yan Xiang was gonna help out, he should go through with it to the end.”

Before he even finished speaking, he took out his phone to call Yan Xiang.

Chen Jinyao pursed her lips. She could guess that the rumor just now bothered him. She rolled her eyes helplessly and jabbed at his waist with a finger. “Childish.” But after some thought, she thought this word wasn’t enough, so she narrowed her eyes and went on, “Petty.”

Yan Cheng threw his arms around Chen Jinyao’s shoulders, pulling him into his arms. Then, with a raised brow, he accepted the labels she slapped on him without disapproval.

In less than a minute, the call was mercilessly cut off.

Yan Cheng’s showiness was nipped and he stood there expressionless.

Two seconds later, Yan Cheng sent a WeChat message over.

Yan Cheng, “No need to thank me.”

Chen Jinyao almost choked after she glanced at the contents, just like Yan Cheng. However, based on her original thoughts, she really should thank the other person. They were family, but what should be said should still be said.

Only, she didn’t expect to marvel at the nonchalance of that person.

The group walked out of the karaoke bar, moon hanging high in the skies, its silvery-white light illuminating the world below, softening the handsome side profile of the man beside her. Chen Jinyao saw his taut jaw and subconsciously reached out to touch it. Then, as Yan Cheng lowered his eyes to look at her, how could she not understand the meaning conveyed in them? Tsk, who the hell wants to thank you?

“…”

Chen Jinyao was very calm right now.

Calm enough to think.

She came to the conclusion that perhaps her husband was lowest in the pecking order of the Yan family.

Regardless of how the outside world spreads the status of Sixth Young Master Yan in Beijing, his older siblings would still “tease” him without mercy when people weren’t looking…

Yan Cheng was also pissed as expected.

Thinking of this, Chen Jinyao could not help but feel sympathy when she looked at him, muttering to himself, “What’s this, a pampered little ‘princess’?”

“Who?” Yan Cheng picked up on her voice inadvertently.

Chen Jinyao licked her lips and said honestly, “You.”

Then, Yan Cheng narrowed his eyes dangerously. “……”

Following that, Yan Xiang sent another message that read, “I won’t drink and drive.”

The second message was like a roundworm in Yan Cheng’s heart.

Even so, they were still stopped by Yan Xiang’s driver when they left the building who turned around and said, “Fifth Young Master has been waiting in the car for a long time.”

The person who tried to imply that Yan Cheng was just making things up earlier was instantly muted. Who knows if it was thanks to the alcohol, but her face felt like it was burning.