Chapter 22 – Crybaby Yin’s Tantrum

Wei Lai persistently tried to hold Chu Yin’s hand, but Chu Yin quickly yanked it back. Realizing he had no pockets to hide his hands in, he cleverly tucked them under his butt.

Wei Lai: “…”

Wei Lai raised his hand and slowly draped it over Chu Yin’s shoulder. Chu Yin twisted his waist and scooted away, refusing to let Wei Lai touch him.

Wei Lai had never seen someone as contradictory as Chu Yin. His entire body screamed, “Come comfort me, I need kisses, hugs, and princess carries,” yet his actions were completely dishonest, dodging left and right to avoid Wei Lai’s touch.

Wei Lai: “Hey, why are you like this? What exactly did I do to piss you off?!”

Chu Yin turned away. “None of your business.”

This twist freed up most of the toilet seat, giving Wei Lai an opening. His eyes lit up as he swung his legs over and sat directly on Chu Yin’s lap, facing him.

Chu Yin was stunned. His head jerked up, eyes brimming with tears, chin tucked in as he leaned back, squeezing his already gaunt face into a double chin.

Chu Yin pushed at him in horror, “Get off me! You’re so heavy!”

Wei Lai, a full-grown man, didn’t think he was heavy at all—he fancied himself a modern-day Zhao Feiyan¹An empress consort during China’s Han Dynasty, legendary for her beauty and slender, graceful figure. It was said that she was so incredibly light that she could dance on the palm of a hand.. He looped his arms around Chu Yin’s neck and said, “Darling, there’s no escaping now~”

Chu Yin kept pushing, “Don’t touch me! I’ll hit you!”

Wei Lai quickly grabbed Chu Yin’s left hand. “Don’t! I still have to film the show!”

Mentioning the show suddenly silenced Chu Yin. For some reason, it triggered his tear ducts again, and tears began pattering down.

Wei Lai said, “Don’t cry. I’ll stay by your side—Chen Meixian won’t lay a finger on you.”

Only a tiny part of it was about Chen Meixian. Chu Yin’s mind was a chaotic mess, especially with Wei Lai sitting on his lap like this, acting so intimate. But the thought that Wei Lai liked someone he despised made his tears flow uncontrollably.

Chu Yin sniffled, “You… won’t stay by my side forever. You… you… you’re not my furball… sob… my furball, you threw it away… You yelled at me… You never clean Big Orange’s litter, it’s always me… whimper…”

Wei Lai: “…”

If Chu Yin kept dredging up old grievances, this would never end. Wei Lai cupped Chu Yin’s face with both hands and commanded, “Shut up.”

Chu Yin was furious. He reached up with his left hand and pinched Wei Lai’s mouth shut, muttering, “Let go of my face!”

Wei Lai’s lips were squished into a chicken beak. Muffled, he said, “You let go first…”

“No, you started it…”

“…I refuse to believe I can’t handle you today, you little bitch.” Wei Lai was fuming. He couldn’t understand why he, a delicate and fragile little bottom, had to play the role of a loyal, doting top. This wasn’t right—wasn’t he a delicate little flower too?

Wei Lai decided to teach Chu Yin a lesson with a Socialist Iron Headbutt. If he didn’t leave a bump on Chu Yin’s forehead, he’d never learn just how hard Madam Wei’s head was!

And so, gripping Chu Yin’s head, Wei Lai resisted the immense pressure and inched closer to Chu Yin’s face.

From Chu Yin’s perspective, Wei Lai’s distorted face was getting closer and closer, puckering his lips as if trying to forcibly kiss him to shut him up.

One hand was no match for two. As the distance between them narrowed, Chu Yin’s face scrunched up like a kitten about to be smooched by its stinky-mouthed owner. He tucked his chin and turned away.

“Mmm… no…”

Wei Lai: “Let go of me.”

Just as their noses were about to touch, Chu Yin released Wei Lai’s face. Wei Lai, propelled by momentum, lurched forward, and his lips brushed against Chu Yin’s.

It lasted only a second—a fleeting touch before Wei Lai immediately pulled back.

Instantly, Chu Yin’s eyes widened into saucers. “You kissed me?! You don’t even like me, why did you kiss me?! You slut!”

Wei Lai: “No… I actually wanted to—” headbutt you

Before he could finish, Chu Yin shoved Wei Lai off and fled in terror. Wei Lai landed flat on his back, grimacing as he got up, absolutely exasperated.

Taking on this show had been a mistake from the start!

This Crybaby Yin is going to be the death of him.

After a moment of contemplation, Wei Lai had a sudden idea. He pressed himself against Chu Yin’s locked door and said, “Little Crybaby, constipation’s no big deal. I’ll go buy you some laxatives.”

From inside the room came Chu Yin’s roar: “MADAM WEI!!! I’LL RIP YOUR STINKY MOUTH APART!”

“Come at me~” Wei Lai picked up his phone and sauntered off, oozing sass. “Hehe.”

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  An empress consort during China’s Han Dynasty, legendary for her beauty and slender, graceful figure. It was said that she was so incredibly light that she could dance on the palm of a hand.