Chapter 70 – The Crybaby’s Short-lived Shenanigans

The next day, as soon as Chu Yin opened his eyes, still slightly disoriented, he immediately started looking around for Wei Lai. Squinting, he scanned the room in a full 360-degree sweep, only to find Wei Lai absent. Just as he was about to call out, he seemed to remember something, pursed his lips, and slammed on the brakes—no sound came out.

Chu Yin glanced at the door, then pulled out a small mirror from under his pillow and shoved it in front of his face. First thing in the morning, he was already awestruck by his own breathtaking handsomeness—ah, a gorgeous male celebrity, even his nostrils exuded an extraordinary aura.

But as he moved the mirror upward to check his hair, Chu Yin’s smile froze. His hair, for some unknown reason, was sticking out in all directions, wild and unruly. His idol persona instantly kicked in, and he clattered across the floor in his slippers, rushing to the bathroom to wash up properly—washing his face, fixing his hair, and even spritzing a bit of perfume on his collarbone.

After all that, Chu Yin happily rolled back into bed, striking a pose that was both lazy and elegant, and started playing with his phone. His attention was divided three ways: one part silently scrolling through videos, the other two parts listening intently for any sound from outside the door.

Wei Lai was on a phone call, then packing his luggage. After a series of rustling noises, footsteps gradually approached—he was about to come in!

Chu Yin hurriedly plugged his phone back in, lay down under the covers, closed his eyes, and with great cunning, pretended to be asleep.

Not long after, Wei Lai walked in and stood by Chu Yin’s bed, staring at him intently.

The male star lay on his side, his face half-buried in the white pillow, his profile smooth and delicate against the backdrop. Most importantly, after a whole night’s sleep, Chu Yin’s face wasn’t the least bit oily! It was as if he wasn’t actually sleeping but posing for a magazine photoshoot with his eyes closed.

As a gay man, Wei Lai wasn’t bewitched by Chu Yin’s charming sleeping face like a typical straight guy might be. Instead, he reached out and touched Chu Yin’s cheek, curious about what skincare product he was using—if one was going to be ethereal, they might as well all be ethereal together.

As his fingertip brushed Chu Yin’s cheek, it was like flipping a switch that sent Chu Yin’s heart racing. Chu Yin kept his eyes tightly shut, using all his acting skills to feign sleep, secretly wondering: Why is Wei Lai touching my face? Could he… like me a little bit? His ears turned visibly pink at an alarming speed, the color of a kitten’s nose.

Wei Lai naturally didn’t miss this detail. His finger, which had just touched Chu Yin’s cheek, suddenly felt strange, slightly warm, as if it still carried the memory of that smooth skin. Uncomfortable, Wei Lai rubbed his fingers together and thought, Is Chu Yin pretending to sleep? Why? Is he gathering material for fanfiction? Is he fantasizing about being kissed awake?!

Ahhh, why do I suddenly have the urge to wake up the crybaby with a kiss?!

Wei Lai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, “Chu Yin? Time to get up.”

Chu Yin pretended to still be asleep, burrowing deeper into the blankets to signal he wanted more sleep. Normally, Wei Lai would climb onto the bed, pull off the covers, and coax him awake with back rubs and neck pinches, all while speaking gently. In the past, Chu Yin had been terrified of sleep—he needed the lights off, but when he couldn’t sleep, it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Even when he finally managed to fall asleep, nightmares would plague him. But later, as he lay in bed at night, the thought of being coaxed awake by Wei Lai the next morning filled him with anticipation for the day ahead. So even if he woke up early, he’d pretend to sleep just so Wei Lai would pamper him awake.

However, ever since Wei Lai read the ChuLai fanfiction, it was as if his mind had been contaminated. He could no longer view Chu Yin’s actions with a normal perspective.

Everything felt like it was straight out of a fanfic!

Until Wei Lai was certain he could take responsibility for Chu Yin’s entire life, he couldn’t go back to the old days of using the “good sisters” excuse to kiss, hug, and dote on him. That would only lead to misunderstandings—it’d be far too irresponsible.

“What time is it? Get up already, stop pretending!” Wei Lai patted Chu Yin through the blanket. He thought he was patting his back, but the strangely bouncy texture made him realize—oh no, I just slapped a bottom’s ass! If you pat a 0’s butt, you gotta take responsibility as the 1!

Chu Yin stayed silent, determined to keep up the act. If Wei Lai wasn’t going to coax him, he wasn’t getting up.

Waking up an artist was a manager’s essential skill. Wei Lai, ruthless as ever, picked up Chu Yin’s phone and prepared to set five alarms—each with the most obnoxious beep-beep-beep ringtone—to jolt him awake.

But as he unplugged the charging cable, Wei Lai noticed something odd.

Staring at the screen, he let out a knowing chuckle.

“Chu Yin, I know you’re faking,” Wei Lai said coolly.

Chu Yin remained as steady as an old dog, thinking, My acting is top-tier. So what if you know? You’ll still have to coax me up.

Wei Lai continued, “I plugged in your phone last night. By morning, it should be at 100%. But right now, it’s only at 98%. I stood next to you for five minutes just now—five minutes of charging would’ve added about 6%. That means, before you started pretending, your phone was at 92%. Based on your phone’s battery drain rate, you must’ve been using it for at least half an hour.”

Chu Yin: “……” Damn it, hateful study god! Black-hearted Madam Wei! Who the hell pays attention to battery percentages?!

“Chu Yin, get up and eat breakfast,” Wei Lai said, shuffling out in his slippers. “If I don’t see you in ten minutes, I’m eating your portion. There’s crab roe soup dumplings and mint tea today—your favorites. Heehee.”

Chu Yin shot upright: “…Whimper!”