Chapter Forty-Eight: Four Seasons Manor I (1/2)

Perhaps Xiao Yu’s taunting face was too obvious, which made Yan Jin reach out to flick the hamster’s little forehead.

“Squeak!” Xiao Yu complained as he hugged his head.

“How I wished I could get that designer to design a necklace for you – the kind that can’t be taken off.”

Xiao Yu stuck his tongue out.

The hamster had pulled off the golden walnut that Yan Jin had given him a month ago within a few days, leaving it to collect dust inside the cage. The golden melon seed that was given to him this morning before Yan Jin headed out was also angrily thrown beside the golden walnut as partners.

It went without saying that it was an unwise decision to let a hamster hang any item on its body – even if that that item was meant to locate its position.

Plus, Xiao Yu’s activity range was limited within Yan Jin’s bedroom. He felt that Yan Jin absolutely did not need to worry about whether he would go missing. He was long past the rebellious age after all.

What Xiao Yu did not realize was that Yan Jin had, in fact, thought that Xiao Yu would get bored when the chairman was at work. Hence, the idea of bringing the hamster to his company was formed. However, Yan Jin was worried that Xiao Yu would lose his way, so he proceeded to make a tracking device in the form of a little golden walnut accessory. Too bad the hamster never cooperated, so the chairman had given up on the idea.

If Xiao Yu knew that Yan Jin had plans to bring him out, the hamster would probably be wild with joy and agree to any conditions that came with it.

What? Put on a walnut and I get to go out? What a bargain! Not just one, I would even put on a hundred of them!

However, the hamster did not know that he had missed that opportunity forever.

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“Alright, hurry up and catch some sleep. There’s still something going on tomorrow.” Yan Jin rubbed Xiao Yu’s little head: “Look at what time it is now.”

“Squeakk.” Okay~

Xiao Yu was actually feeling tired, so he quickly agreed.

But before the hamster returned to his cage, he used his little paw to pat the cufflinks that Yan Jin had left on the table, using his little eyes to hint at Yan Jin to keep them safe.

Yan Jin smiled softly as he pulled the drawer open, took out a small box from inside, and stored the cufflinks in place.

As Yan Jin watched the pair of silver cufflinks being tucked away quietly on the satin surface, the chairman looked as if he had sunk into his own private dimension. His gaze was as gentle as the moonlight that shone down on the horizon. He brushed against the velvet box as if he was caressing a lover’s face.

Xiao Yu had seen that gaze before. He knew that it was a kind of hope. Yan Jin must have placed some sort of emotion onto those cufflinks. It was a pity that those feelings may never be understood, even by the cufflinks’ creator.

However, no matter who they were, any designer would feel proud if they knew that their own creation was able to become someone’s cherished memory.

Xiao Yu was very pleased that these cufflinks were able to find an owner who deserved them.

Yan Jin put away those precious cufflinks. As he was closing the drawer, he paused and mumbled to himself:

“I really hope that I can meet you soon, my Mr. Mystery.”

Xiao Yu, who had already returned to his cage, heard that in a daze. Although it was a soft mumble, it sounded like a sudden clap of thunder, exploding in his ears as the hamster jumped in shock.

Wait, what did Yan Jin just say?

He didn’t hear it wrong, did he? Yan Jin just said –

Mr. Mystery.

Xiao Yu still remembered when he watched the live broadcast recently. The title for the mystery designer, Mr. Mystery, was indeed coined by Yan Jin at the last moment. At least, Xiao Yu had always assumed that he was named at the last moment.

Which was to say, Mr. Mystery – this name was how Yan Jin referred to him all along?

The Xiao Yu from the previous life, FISH, was the real owner of that name. However, he never received the name that Yan Jin had given him. This time, Xiao Yu became the mystery designer, yet he received this name that belonged to FISH by accident.

Xiao Yu was caught up in a bewildering situation. He felt like all this was just a dream where memories overlapped repeatedly like an endless loop.

It could not be interrupted, and it got even messier if you interfered.

Maybe when Xiao Yu woke up, he would realize that becoming a hamster that Yan Jin had kept was just a nightmare. Perhaps he would still be SI’s chief designer, Yan Jin would still be the person he hated the most, and YL would still be his arch-enemy?

This night was destined to be a sleepless night.

When daybreak rose from the horizon, Yan Jin and Xiao Yu finally fell asleep.

The next day was a Monday, the first day of the work week, but Yan Jin wasn’t worried as he had already taken leave from work.

As for Xiao Yu, needless to say, he had nothing to worry about. Whatever time he slept or woke up at made no difference to him. He had completely integrated himself into a highly-dependent creature, living his life in the moment as a freeloading hamster. If it wasn’t for Yan Jin’s strict supervision, maybe Xiao Yu would have messed up his biological clock long ago.

The next day, Xiao Yu was woken up by the sound of knocking.

Xiao Yu came out from his little house as he yawned. Then, he realized that his cage was placed in the living room as Yan Jin carried it out of his bedroom.

Chu Ge put down his phone and greeted Xiao Yu when he saw the hamster peeking out: “Morning, Fishy.”

Xiao Yu lowered his head and read the time from Chu Ge’s phone – 11:25 am – What kind of morning was that? It was almost noon.

“Ehh Fishy, your dad is so troublesome.” Chu Ge began ridiculing Yan Jin: “He insisted on having me over to celebrate your birthday. It made me push away a date.”

Xiao Yuglared at Chu Ge icily.

In any case, today was a Monday. Didn’t he need to go to work? Date? What kind of joke was that? Plus, didn’t Chu Ge break up not long ago? And he got a new date so quickly? And what’s with ‘dad’? No way he wanted Yan Jin as his dad. That guy was his owner at best.

Then again, none of these were the main focus – Birthday? What birthday? Whose birthday?

My… birthday?