MWMM Chapter 72: Passionate Right from the Start

After a period of preparation, Xiao Mu made his debut under the company’s packaging.

Yan Yuzhou had even gone out of his way to watch Xiao Mu’s first on-screen appearance—a music video for his debut single. Even as an outsider, he could tell that the company had put real effort into promoting him. The lyricist, composer, and the entire production team assigned to him were all top-tier professionals. Combined with Xiao Mu’s alluring fox-like features, the music video quickly garnered a strong response upon release.

As part of his debut promotion, the management team posted a set of promotional photos on Weibo—several of which were the ones Yan Yuzhou had taken of him in the studio that day.

While scrolling through Weibo, flipping through the photos, Yan Yuzhou was also chatting with Xiao Mu over a voice call. His tone carried undeniable surprise. “I didn’t expect you guys to actually use my photos.”

On the other end of the call, Xiao Mu chuckled. He was clearly speaking while stuffing something into his mouth, sounding like he was in a hurry. “Of course! Even the company’s professional photographers said your shots looked great. Naturally, I think so too.”

Yan Yuzhou laughed lightly. “Isn’t that just because you’re good-looking? Pretty boys always look good in photos—there’s no way the pictures could turn out bad.”

Hearing such unabashed praise, Xiao Mu was in an excellent mood, giggling for a long time. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he gossiped, “Hey, did you hear? That actress Ran Youyou nearly got her contract terminated by the company recently. Not sure who she pissed off, but she was this close to being kicked out. But just a few days ago, she came back. Word is, she slept with an executive and traded her body for resources. Sigh, the entertainment industry is just too messy. I’ve seen Ran Youyou before, and honestly? I don’t think she’s that pretty. I don’t get why anyone would go out of their way to make shady deals with her. Meanwhile, I’ve been flirting with Han Yun every day, but that guy acts like he’s completely uninterested. He won’t even look at me… Oh—President Han? W-When did you get here?”

Hearing this, Yan Yuzhou felt a jolt in his heart and wisely kept silent. Within seconds, a startled yelp came from Xiao Mu’s side of the call, followed by an abrupt hang-up.

Yan Yuzhou sympathetically said a silent prayer for Xiao Mu, whose fate was now uncertain. Shrugging, his mind drifted back to Ran Youyou, who had come to his school to apologize not long ago.

Could it be true? Had she really slept with someone from Chiyu Entertainment’s upper management?

He recalled how she had addressed him with such respect, calling him “Madam” over and over, her tone both reverent and pitiful. A strange thought crept into his mind.

…Could she have set her sights on Shen Ci again?

Among all the executives at Chiyu Entertainment, the person most capable of bringing her back into the company was undoubtedly Shen Ci.

If she wasn’t seducing the big boss, then who else?

Thinking this, Yan Yuzhou immediately puffed up his cheeks, feeling a worry that only a rightful main wife would understand. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his expression darkened with visible displeasure.

After all, he hadn’t even had his fill of Shen Ci’s beauty yet. If some fox spirit or temptress came along and took a share, he would be at a huge loss!

At this thought, he instantly found himself unable to sit still. He bolted out of the bedroom, stomped to the study door, steeled his resolve, and—bang!—pushed the door open.

He rarely came to Shen Ci’s study. His gaze quickly swept over the room’s furnishings before finally locking onto the dignified and restrained face by the desk.

“Zhouzhou?” Shen Ci seemed to be working on his computer. Seeing Yan Yuzhou, he looked slightly surprised. But the moment he spoke, the chill around him dissipated considerably—his voice and gaze filled with warmth.

Yan Yuzhou said nothing. He slammed the study door shut with a bang, then marched straight toward Shen Ci. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Shen Ci’s neck, straddled his lap, and threw himself into his embrace.

Then, under Shen Ci’s slightly astonished gaze, he took the initiative to press a kiss to his lips.

As he kissed, Yan Yuzhou thought to himself—this surprise “office-play deluxe package” was definitely something Shen Ci would love.

But before Shen Ci could say a word, an unexpected third voice broke in, carrying a hint of awkwardness at having walked in on something.

“Uh… President Shen, should we… pause the meeting for now?”

That one hesitant question instantly snapped Yan Yuzhou out of his rare moment of boldness. He abruptly pulled away from Shen Ci’s lips, his face filled with shock as he turned toward the source of the voice.

On the bright computer screen, three people were clearly visible.

It was a video conference.

“You—” Yan Yuzhou’s face flushed red in an instant. His voice was filled with embarrassment as he stammered at Shen Ci, “Y-You… you were in a meeting?”

Realizing the mortifying position he was in, Yan Yuzhou immediately let go of Shen Ci’s neck and panicked, trying to climb off his lap.

However, Shen Ci casually tightened his grip, his gaze deep and unwavering.

Yan Yuzhou struggled for a moment but quickly gave up. He then watched as Shen Ci swiftly addressed the people on the screen, “We’ll stop here for now.”

With a single click of the mouse, the video call was disconnected.

Realizing how spectacularly he had embarrassed himself, Yan Yuzhou wore a miserable expression and complained, “Why didn’t you warn me?!”

Shen Ci found his flustered look utterly amusing. Teasingly, he said, “You’re the one who barged in, didn’t even give me a chance to say a word, and immediately went all passionate on me.”

Yan Yuzhou turned even redder. At this point, he didn’t even bother to get off Shen Ci’s lap anymore. Instead, he raised his two small fists and began playfully punching Shen Ci’s firm chest in rapid succession, a perfect display of “I refuse to listen, I refuse to acknowledge this humiliation!”

The little tantrum made Shen Ci’s heart race. With a firm movement, he caught Yan Yuzhou’s hands and pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss.

“Zhouzhou, be good,” Shen Ci murmured against his ear, his voice low and seductive. “Tell hubby… is this what you wanted?”

Yan Yuzhou hadn’t originally wanted this.

But thanks to that damn Ran Youyou, he couldn’t stop feeling uneasy. So, gritting his teeth, he steeled himself and nodded heavily. “Mn!”

“Oh?” Shen Ci’s tone lifted slightly, laced with amusement. His voice was husky, carrying a dangerously alluring charm. “You said it yourself.”

Unwrapping presents, eating cake.

Mhm.

This was definitely more fun than work.

…

While being loved fiercely and indulgently by Shen Ci, Yan Yuzhou, with his barely remaining consciousness, thought to himself—as expected, this young master is irresistible in bed.

When it came to capturing a man’s heart, that Ran Youyou was no match for him.

The next morning, Yan Yuzhou slowly woke up in Shen Ci’s massive bed. Still groggy, he vaguely registered the strange sensations in his body. Then, as soon as he turned over—pain.

He cursed out loud.

“Shen Ci, I’m your f*cking dad!”

Couldn’t he have been gentler?!

Wait—no. Shen Ci’s father was already deceased. He couldn’t go around cursing himself like that.

Fine then—”Shen Ci, I’m your f*cking grandpa!”

“Who?”

A sudden voice sounded in his ear, startling Yan Yuzhou so badly that he tensed, pulling at his sore muscles and letting out a small gasp.

The man beside him continued to probe, his tone lazy yet dangerous. “Hm? Who did you say is my grandpa?”

Yan Yuzhou’s hairs stood on end. In an instant, he switched to a bootlicking smile, his tone full of flattery. “You must’ve misheard! What I said was—we haven’t visited Grandpa in a long time.”

“Oh~” Shen Ci seemed convinced. He nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing as if in agreement. Slowly, he drawled, “You’re right. We should go visit Grandfather.”

Then, as if recalling something, he casually stroked his chin and mused with clear intent,

“The bottle of lube Grandfather prepared for us at his place… it’s about time we put it to use.”

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T/N: Zhouzhou dug a whole and buried himself hahaha. What a good way to die~