Chapter Two Hundred and Two: The Final Week (2/2)
The expression in Yan Jin’s eyes flickered.
Xiao Yu persistently rubbed against Yan Jin’s palm. He even flipped himself over to reveal his soft white stomach.
Finally, Yan Jin could resist no longer. He grabbed a hold of Xiao Yu’s waist from behind with one hand and used his other hand to start tickling and tormenting him.
“*Squeak squeak squeeaak*!!”
Xiao Yu quickly came to the point of absolute surrender. He gasped for air, and tears spun in his eyes. He’d finally won Yan Jin’s forgiveness using this piteous form.
“I’ll let you off this one time. However, in the future…”
Halfway through, Yan Jin suddenly realized that there probably wouldn’t be a second honeymoon. The clouds that Xiao Yu had spent so much effort clearing began to quickly re-form under his very eyes.
“*Squeak squeak*!” There’s still a week! Let’s enjoy the remaining time together!
I spent so much effort to fix Yan Jin’s mood! I can’t let it all go to waste like this! Xiao Yu’s brain screeched.
“There’s only a week left.” Yan Jin’s tone was heavy and full of complaints.
“*Squeak squeak squeak*…” Then, then, wait for a while and I’ll repay you! Going abroad or wherever is fine! But, the Autumn Conference is coming, and SI is also advancing…
“Those are your words.”
“*Squeak squeak*.” Xiao Yu nodded quickly.
“Alright, let’s… sleep then.” Yan Jin properly covered Xiao Yu in the blankets.
?? Xiao Yu looked at Yan Jin blankly.
“You were cold for a bit. Any more messing around and you’ll really get sick.”
Yan Jin felt the temperature of Xiao Yu’s forehead just like Xiao Yu had done with him earlier. Then, he softly said next to Xiao Yu’s ear, “Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll stay with you.”
Xiao Yu felt somewhat reluctant, but in the end, he still closed his eyes.
After a while, Yan Jin softly said, “Fishy.”
There was no response. The steady expansion and contraction of Xiao Yu’s stomach indicated he was already in dreamland.
Yan Jin suddenly had a bad premonition.
……
As it turned out, Murphy’s Law didn’t overlook them.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Yu reverted to his human form and had a high fever.
Xiao Yu was sick, not Yan Jin.
Because they had gone to sleep so early, Yan Jin was idly waiting for sunrise and quickly discovered Xiao Yu’s condition. He picked up Xiao Yu and rushed out.
Fortunately, Four Seasons Manor had its own fully-equipped infirmary. Getting a fever from a cold wasn’t a complex sickness, so the doctor was able to quickly control the fever.
Muddleheaded, Xiao Yu climbed back into bed in the very early hours. Yan Jin couldn’t sleep, so he instead leaned against the headboard and watched Xiao Yu’s sleeping expression.
Yan Jin didn’t know how long he watched for. Only when the early morning rays finally hit Xiao Yu’s face through the windows did Yan Jin realize his eyes were aching.
He leaned over and put his own forehead against Xiao Yu’s to check his temperature. Then, he climbed into the blankets, wrapped Xiao Yu in his embrace, and closed his eyes.
“I forgive you, you dummy.”
……
For sicknesses like the common cold, medical science had an interesting saying: “If you take medicine, you’ll recover in a week. If you don’t, then you’ll recover in seven days.”
Thus, the rest of their honeymoon ended with Xiao Yu recovering from his cold.
This time, Xiao Yu was the depressed one, not Yan Jin.
From just this little cold, not only were all of Xiao Yu’s outdoor activities canceled, but even his diet was carefully controlled. The air conditioner was set no lower than 25° C (77° F), and he could forget about consuming the secret hamster-changing drug whose main ingredient was alcohol.
On the return trip, Xiao Yu was deeply sighing the entire time.
Yan Jin couldn’t bear it any longer and gave Xiao Yu a solid smack.
“Ow! What are you doing?!”
“I should be the one saying that. Do you look like someone who came back from a honeymoon? People in the company are going to laugh at you.”
“I don’t care if they laugh at me. I’m just… feeling regretful.” Xiao Yu gloomily leaned over and gave Yan Jin a kiss. In a low voice, he said, “We didn’t even do that very much.”
“Are you that thirsty? I’ll satisfy you however much you want when we get home,” Yan Jin mocked.
“… Hmph.”
Xiao Yu had wanted to complain but had second thoughts when he thought back to what had happened. The best times had been squandered by him, and the last week had passed with him recovering from his cold. He couldn’t really voice his complaints justifiably.
In the end, Yan Jin had suffered the most…
Xiao Yu guiltily looked at Yan Jin.
“Stop thinking so much. You were never that smart to begin with.” Yan Jin knocked on Xiao Yu’s head with a knuckle. “Finish everything you need to finish, then we can go on however many honeymoons we want.”
“Mmm, well, that’s true.” After being convinced by Yan Jin’s words, Xiao Yu leaned his head on Yan Jin’s shoulder with a guilty heart. He intimately covered Yan Jin’s hand with his own and began to suggestively pinch it.
The corners of Yan Jin’s lips rose.
……
After sacrificing his honeymoon to work, Xiao Yu’s performance at this year’s Autumn Conference was unrivaled. YL’s entire design department performed as never before under Xiao Yu’s lead. At the same time, SI, which had been enthusiastically promoted by the media, finally was fully exposed at the year’s largest competition.
While YL showed that their entire team had taken another large step forward under the mystery designer’s lead, SI demonstrated just how shameful of a showing their lack of cohesion could lead to.