Married to the Protagonist

It was time for them to get serious and talk business.

Chai Yue bent down to pick up the ragdoll cat that had strolled to his feet. But unexpectedly, his hand was fiercely scratched as soon as he moved his hand over. “…”

Yan Cheng laughed out loud and called out, “Danny!”

Then, he saw the proud cat move over to Yan Cheng’s side. When it arrived in front of him, it mewed cutely before jumping lightly onto Yan Cheng’s thigh.

“Like owner, like cat,” Chai Yue spoke with a sour tone, not hiding his envy in the slightest.

But Yan Cheng put up a dry smile on his face, raising a brow at him.

Chai Yue, “You shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket. There are losses and gains, but you’re still gaining overall.”

“For now, the one I’m most optimistic about is Zhiyuan Technology.”

……

Once he enters his work territory, it will be like Chai Yue turns on work mode and gets serious. Withdrawing his amusement, he gave Yan Cheng his analysis of the situation with a straight face and will not stop soon.

Even though Yan Cheng doesn’t have first-hand control on these matters, he can still tell how the trend is going. Just listening to his professional analysis was enough to give him a rough idea.

He licked his lips. “I am also optimistic about Zhiyuan, otherwise I wouldn’t have invested so much.”

“Optimism is one thing, but we still have to monitor the ups and downs.” Chai Yue said, “But in my judgment, I think you should go all-in with Zhiyuan.”

Yan Cheng nodded.

He understood what Chai Yue meant.

When you invest more into the venture capital when the market is good, the returns will also be higher.

But compared to the rate of return, Yan Cheng did not have any thoughts on continuing this investment. If he already invested, then he can just let the gains multiply itself. That doesn’t bother him. However, as for his remaining assets, Yan Cheng puffed his cheek. “I gave half of my savings to my wife to manage.”

“…”

Chai Yue choked speechlessly.

He sneered in his heart, should he be given a “good husband” medal or something?

Yan Cheng, “As for the rest, I’m thinking of buying a house.”

Chai Yue blinked and looked around. “But didn’t you buy this house only a year ago?”

“Yeah, my wife chose it. Said it was cozy.” Yan Cheng frowned. He pondered for a moment and continued, “But it’s too small.”

“Three LDK, one master bedroom and guest room. Yao-Yao’s used the other one as a dressing room.”

Chai Yue was a little confused. He had no idea that the topic had already gone off the rails. “……And?”

“And what?”

Yan Cheng laughed. “We have the kid’s room to think about too.”

It so happens that he had some free time these days. He had even begun designing the kid’s bedroom. Terrifyingly, he had been looking completely into the pink princess-style rooms.

After holding back for so many days, he seemed to have found someone to share a common topic with. “We gotta get a bigger and more spacious one, right?”

“……”

But it was obvious that Chai Yue did not want to have this conversation with him.

He was even a little disdainful (envious) at Yan Cheng who was thinking about starting a family, looking at him with an “I’m the happiest, I have a backbone” type smug face.

There was a long silence.

Chai Yue said, “Don’t ask me. I don’t know anything.”

Yan Cheng clicked his tongue. Instantly, he thought of something and sighed. “You’re right, I should discuss with my wife about it too.”

Chai Yue, “……”

The topic that has gone off track had no hopes of coming back anymore.

Chai Yue took a deep breath and tried to salvage things. “Zhiyuan Technology is a business created by university students. Currently, the piece you invested in them is the largest share. They contacted me and told me that they wish to meet with you privately.”

“It’s likely they want to thank you.”

Though they say it’s just giving thanks, they were clear that their business lacks funds at the first stage of business. They just want to get Yan Cheng interested in Zhiyuan and show him their development prospects, then get him to invest more.

Only

Yan Cheng had his back against the window with the light pouring in, dark, lowered lashes casting shadows on his cheek. He pursed his lips and propped up his temple lazily with one hand. There was a light frown at his brows, seeming as if he was thinking about something. About a few minutes later, he suddenly changed his idea of not investing anymore. He looked at Chai Yue, lips still straight as a line, and said, “Alright, I’ll meet them.”

Chai Yue almost gritted his teeth. It suddenly felt to him that men were hard to guess.

Yan Cheng raised his brows, not thinking at all that his smack talk may ruin his image as Sixth Young Master Yan. “If there’s money to be gained, then I got money to spare.”

“……”