Chapter 37 – Milk-Drinking Crybaby

No matter what, Chu Yin still dragged Wei Lai into his weight-loss plan.

Wei Lai didn’t want Chu Yin to lose weight—not because he was worried about his snacks, but because Chu Yin’s weight loss was simply too much of a hassle. The first victim was always Wei Lai himself.

Chu Yin’s weight loss journey was divided into three stages.

The first stage was full of enthusiasm: he became a walking calorie calculator, effortlessly munching on leafy greens and plain boiled meat, his revolutionary willpower unshakable, able to resist all temptations.

By the second stage, Chu Yin started craving food. This male celebrity might look pure and innocent on the surface, but his mind was downright filthy. He would feed Wei Lai whatever he wanted to eat first, then pitifully snuggle up to him, demanding kisses, hugs, and princess carries. The pleasure was all Chu Yin’s, while the pounds piled onto Wei Lai. Literally.

By the third stage, Chu Yin developed insomnia, turning into a full-blown night owl.

Wide awake in the dead of night, his eyes gleaming with electric energy, he tiptoed to the kitchen for a stroll and locked away every edible thing in sight inside the safe. This woke up Orunju, and soon, the two of them were scratching at the door—Orunju sharpening its claws, Chu Yin just desperately hungry and restless. Wei Lai had heard the commotion long ago but refused to entertain this world-class drama queen, lying stiffly and playing dead.

“Meow.” The bed trembled as Orunju, now as fat as a pig, jumped onto it, its paw knocking over the moisturizing spray Wei Lai had left by the bedside.

Wei Lai: “I’ll endure it.”

Seeing Wei Lai sleeping like the dead, completely unresponsive—just like those husbands in countless marriages who’ve grown numb to their wives’ existence—Chu Yin’s mood sank even lower. Why won’t Wei Lai coax me? If he just fucked me once, I’d obediently stop dieting.

This was the sixth year Wei Lai and Chu Yin had been together. Wei Lai was now 38 years old.

But Wei Lai still hadn’t come out to his family, “prioritizing his career over marriage,” living with Chu Yin under the excuse of being his manager.

But how long could this go on? He was an only child—had he already secretly arranged for a surrogate baby somewhere?

Otherwise, why would he change his phone password? Even though he only managed Chu Yin as his sole artist and shouldn’t be that busy, he’d been away from home for days. What was he hiding?

The more Chu Yin thought about it, the more terrified he became. Chen Meixian’s affair had started with him changing his phone password too. He knew it was unfair to Wei Lai to think this way, but he couldn’t help it. He’d gotten chubby, wasn’t as good-looking as before—Wei Lai losing interest felt almost inevitable.

Chu Yin stopped scratching the door and let out a whimper, even grabbing a tissue. Wei Lai guessed he might have cried from hunger. In the end, he couldn’t suppress his inner Madam’s concern for his top star and crawled out of bed to comfort him, miserable.

“Drink some milk. Low sugar, low fat—won’t make you fat.” Wei Lai sat up groggily and said.

In the dim darkness, both Orunju and Chu Yin turned their heads in unison. For a moment, Wei Lai had the illusion that Chu Yin’s eyes were even greener than the cat’s.

Chu Yin jumped onto the bed, lifted a corner of the blanket, and burrowed inside, grabbing Xiao Wei Lai like a kitten pouncing on a ball of yarn.

Wei Lai shuddered violently, yanking the blanket off and sending Orunju tumbling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Wei Lai: “…What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?”

Chu Yin glanced up at him, voice hoarse. “…Drinking milk.”

Wei Lai: “…”

Fifteen minutes later, the two engaged in a relationship so explicit that jjwxc would undoubtedly slap a red lock on it.

Wei Lai felt bitter inside—yet also exhilarated.

Struggling to steady his voice, he said, “I… admire your weight-loss methods.”

Chu Yin cried while thrusting, “Wah…”

Wei Lai coaxed him, “Don’t cry… Pouty Princess isn’t chubby, Pouty Princess is just very… meaty.”

Chu Yin: “…Waaa!”

Afterward, Wei Lai heated two cups of milk—one for the orange cat, one for love.

His germaphobe soul still intact, Wei Lai took a quick shower and limped out, gasping weakly, “…You’re too ruthless. Just because you’re hungry doesn’t mean you have to wreck me like this. My ass feels like it got hit by a Thunder God Ascension Drill.”

“Do you have any left?”

Wei Lai collapsed onto the bed, starving and utterly spent. “…I don’t have a single drop left.”

Chu Yin curled his lips into a smirk, sitting on the edge of the bed as he gulped down half the milk, leaving a white mustache-like smear around his mouth. That’s right—front or back, I’ll drain you dry! You’re mine alone!

Unlike Wei Lai, Chu Yin was far from fastidious. He picked up Big Orange and wiped his milky mustache off on the cat’s fur.

“Hold me while we sleep,” Chu Yin said, spreading his arms.

Wei Lai abruptly yanked the blanket over them both, wrapping Chu Yin in his embrace. “Damn it, you really are my master!”

Meanwhile, the orange chonker, who had just been used as a napkin and then unceremoniously forced to leave the bed a second time, angrily flicked its fluffy tail in protest.