MWMM Chapter 57: The Overbearing CEO Keeps Me

The next morning, while brushing his teeth, Yan Yuzhou stared at the mirror and angrily cursed Shen Ci as a beast.

Last night, Shen Ci tutored him until midnight, kissing him countless times in the process.

Sigh, who told him to have so many questions he didn’t understand? A wooden head like his was unacceptable. Frustrated, he smacked his own blockhead twice.

However, Shen Ci was indeed worthy of being a mathematics graduate from Wenjing University. His explanations were clear, and he even knew shortcuts. With just a few strokes of his pen on the scratch paper, the answer practically emerged on its own.

Yan Yuzhou was left utterly dumbfounded.

Sure enough, in today’s class, after Shen Ci’s intense cramming session last night, he felt like his foundational knowledge had finally taken root. He could infer new concepts from what he had learned and completely follow the teacher’s train of thought.

Throughout the entire class, Yan Yuzhou no longer wore the wrinkled and distressed expression from yesterday. Even Pan Feng noticed that he was in a good mood today.

“Classmate Yan, do you have any questions you don’t understand?” Pan Feng naturally sat down beside him, intending to explain things as he did yesterday.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yuzhou smiled and shook his head, his tone relaxed. “Nope, I understood everything today.”

Pan Feng was a little surprised. He had already gauged Yan Yuzhou’s foundation yesterday, and logically speaking, he shouldn’t have been able to grasp today’s more advanced lesson so easily.

Then, he heard Yan Yuzhou press his lips together with a hint of shyness, softly saying, “Last night, Mr. Shen—my husband—helped me review. I never expected that he was actually a mathematics graduate.”

After saying that, he playfully blinked at Pan Feng, his face brimming with amusement.

Pan Feng felt a sudden chill in his heart. Yan Yuzhou’s partner, Mr. Shen, was so outstanding it was almost infuriating, leaving him with absolutely no chance to display any attentiveness in front of Classmate Yan.

After a brief moment of self-pity, he quickly adjusted his expression, grinning as he spoke in a cheerful tone, “I see! As long as you understand, I’m relieved. Well then… see you tomorrow, Classmate Yan.”

Yan Yuzhou packed up his bag and smiled at him politely. “See you tomorrow.”

Then, like a little butterfly set free, he dashed toward the school gate.

After flying out of the gate, Shen Ci’s car was yet to arrive, so Yan Yuzhou found a quiet spot with fewer people to wait for a while.

Lowering his head, he idly fiddled with his phone. Perhaps because it was late autumn, he constantly felt a chilly sensation on his body. Pulling his coat tighter around himself, he looked around, a cold shiver rising from within.

He always felt as if someone in the shadows was watching him.

Scanning his surroundings, all he saw was the usual flow of passersby. He shook his head, convincing himself it was just his imagination.

Before long, a familiar Rolls-Royce approached from not far away, instantly catching his eye. The corners of Yan Yuzhou’s lips curled up as he smiled in that direction, unable to hide his joy.

Then, he jogged to the side of the car and pulled open the door.

In that instant, a camera shutter clicked, capturing the moment.

…

That night, after Yan Yuzhou had eaten his fill, had his drink, and finished his bath, he took out his math textbook.

Then, with his head lowered, face flushed red, he cradled the textbook in his hands and slowly walked toward the bedside. In a timid voice, he asked, “Mr. Shen, are we… going over problems tonight?”

Shen Ci’s lips curled into a smile as he pulled Yan Yuzhou into his embrace, his voice low and husky as he whispered into his ear, “Of course. The usual rule—one question, one kiss.”

Nestled in his arms, Yan Yuzhou’s face turned bright red. He responded with a barely audible murmur, which instantly made Shen Ci chuckle.

Too damn cute. I just want to kiss him until he’s dizzy.

However, perhaps because Shen Ci had been too diligent in his tutoring the night before, tonight, the number of questions Yan Yuzhou couldn’t solve was… pitifully small.

By the time they reached the last problem, Shen Ci sighed, gazing at Yan Yuzhou’s soft, rosy lips, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

Then, Yan Yuzhou hesitated before flipping back a page in the textbook. With a trembling finger, he pointed to a problem and said, “Mr. Shen, I didn’t quite understand this one. Could you… explain it again?”

Shen Ci suddenly burst into laughter.

Reaching out, he snatched the book from Yan Yuzhou’s hands, pulled him tightly into his arms, and unceremoniously tilted his chin up for a kiss.

“If you want your husband to kiss you, just say it outright.”

Yan Yuzhou was crying internally as he was kissed, his face looking mournful as he silently complained in his heart.

That problem just now—he really didn’t understand it… Kissing was fine, but why did he have to throw his textbook away…

There was no other choice. For the sake of studying, he had to make this kind of sacrifice… Mm, it’s all for the sake of learning.

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Lately, Yan Yuzhou felt that his classmates were looking at him strangely. The people who usually liked to chat with him now seemed to be deliberately distancing themselves.

In the past, whenever he entered the classroom, there would always be classmates greeting him. But recently, their gazes carried a certain indescribable emotion—if he examined closely, it seemed to be a mix of disdain, contempt, and scorn.

This left Yan Yuzhou completely baffled, even feeling a bit inexplicable.

Only Pan Feng still smiled at him and greeted him as usual. However, ever since Yan Yuzhou caught up with the math lessons, Pan Feng didn’t come over to sit with him as often.

Yan Yuzhou shrugged, shook his head in confusion, and buried himself in his textbook.

Suddenly, Xiao Mu, who hadn’t been to school for a while, sent him a WeChat message with a link attached, along with a short text:

[What’s going on with this? Is someone trying to mess with you?]

Yan Yuzhou’s heart tightened. He clicked on the link and found that it led to a post on the Wenjing Art University forum.

He never had the habit of browsing the forum. Though he had the app installed, he could go an entire month without remembering to open it.

But the moment he clicked in, he was startled.

His family’s Shen Ci’s Rolls-Royce was glaringly displayed on the front page of the post. The title read:

“Innocent Male College Student Suspected of Selling Himself for Money—Picked Up and Dropped Off Daily by a Wealthy Sponsor? Is His Side Job… a Nightclub MB?”

Yan Yuzhou’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly scrolled down to read further.

The person who posted this article had clearly been following him for some time, as the photos included were obviously taken on different days.

A luxurious Rolls-Royce paired with Yan Yuzhou’s clean and innocent face—it was indeed easy for people to misunderstand. It had to be said, the author of this post really knew how to create sensationalism.

There was even one particular photo that Yan Yuzhou remembered vividly. That day, he had been missing Shen Ci terribly. The moment he opened the car door, he didn’t even have time to close it before throwing himself into Shen Ci’s arms. In the end, it was Shen Ci who freed up an arm to close the car door for him.

And it was precisely in that brief moment that someone with ill intentions captured the scene.

In the photo, he was nestled in the arms of a successful man, looking exactly like someone being kept as a sugar baby.

In an instant, Yan Yuzhou suddenly understood the meaning behind his classmates’ recent hesitant and judgmental gazes. So that was it—these past few days, he had already been rumored to be a money boy selling his body…

Sigh.

Yan Yuzhou exited the post, speechless, then sent a simple reply to Xiao Mu before turning off his phone.

Glancing around the classroom, he met the confused and probing gazes of his classmates. However, he had no idea who the culprit behind this was.

Letting out a soft sigh, Yan Yuzhou couldn’t help but admire his classmates’ wild imaginations. Compared to his best friend Lin Xiaoguo, they were even more ridiculous.

At this point, he might as well rename the book he had transmigrated into The Overbearing CEO Keeps Me.

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