Chapter 27: Transmigrated as a Cheapskate Phoenix Man (27)
Yu Xinyu squatted on the floor, staring at the livestream feed from the living room camera.
He could clearly see the shocked expression on Cen Yu’s face, and he could hear the sound of Sang Qianshan’s voice even more clearly—
Inviting Cen Yu to join a reality show!
Those words made him grip his phone with white knuckles before furiously shooting off messages in the group chat—
[Group Chat: If Sang Princess Doesn’t Flop, Heaven Is Unjust (179)]
[LittleYu: Die die die, Sang Qianshan!! I want to kill that bitch!!]
[Little Flop: …? Admin, you…?]
[Eats a Ton a Day: …Admin, calm down (hands outstretched)]
While Yu Xinyu was losing his mind in the main group, he had no idea that a private side group had already been created behind his back—
[Group Chat: Secret Alliance (3)]
[Little Flop: Is the admin… being cheated on?]
[Eats a Ton a Day: You gotta be kidding, bro. Does the admin even know Sang Qianshan?]
[Little Flop: Terrified the admin will end up in the crime news next time (shivers)]
[Sang Princess’s Sugar Daddy: No, is this psycho nuts?! Whose fan is she anyway??]
After furiously typing out his messages, Yu Xinyu wanted nothing more than to post ten more threads online cursing Sang Qianshan to death, before finally returning his focus to the living room camera feed.
He watched as Cen Yu looked at Sang Qianshan with a conflicted expression: “That’s not very appropriate, is it? I still have to work.”
“The reality show won’t affect your job,” Sang Qianshan mentioned the name of a dating/lifestyle show. “You can work as normal. Besides, the show will pay you for participating.”
Saying that, he typed a string of numbers into his phone and held it out in front of Cen Yu. “Roughly this amount.”
The moment Cen Yu saw the screen, his eyes lit up. He looked up at Sang Qianshan, “Are you serious? This much?”
How much could it possibly be? Yu Xinyu thought disdainfully.
Yet Cen Yu was genuinely moved by the figure. Still, perhaps burdened by lingering reservations, he ultimately told Sang Qianshan, “Let me think about it a bit more…”
“Alright.” Sang Qianshan pulled back his phone.
His gaze suddenly shifted toward the camera lens, catching Yu Xinyu off guard in his bedroom for a second.
Perhaps because he had been a celebrity for a long time, Sang Qianshan was overly sensitive to camera lenses, quickly sensing the camera in the living room… His eyes locked onto the lens, seemingly locking eyes with Yu Xinyu on the other side.
Only then did he speak to Cen Yu, “Did you install cameras in your home?”
Still seemingly immersed in the numbers he had just seen, Cen Yu answered dazedly, “Yeah, mostly for security.” He added, “Usually, Yu Xinyu is home alone.”
“Oh, really?” Sang Qianshan’s gaze swept across the living room.
“Isn’t that a bit too many cameras?”
“A bit too many?” Cen Yu was drawn in by Sang Qianshan’s comment as well.
“Yeah.” Sang Qianshan looked at the most obvious camera. “Feels like there’s more than just one.”
More than one camera?
Cen Yu carefully recalled the plot in his mind… He remembered this segment of the story was supposedly because Yu Xinyu was home alone and terrified of how he’d handle a break-in by bad guys, so he had them installed purely for safety.
However, the original text hadn’t specified exactly how many Yu Xinyu had installed either.
Probably because he was too scared?
So he had installed a few extra. Because Cen Yu trusted the original plot implicitly, combined with Yu Xinyu’s utterly submissive act and the system confirming recent plot progress was completely fine, Cen Yu didn’t take Sang Qianshan’s comment to heart at all.
“It’s safer this way,” he said vaguely.
Since the plot arranged it like this anyway, he was too lazy to question it.
Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, the moment Yu Xinyu heard Sang Qianshan deliberately point out that there was more than one camera in the living room, his heart leaped into his throat.
He had even imagined numerous worst-case scenarios.
Such as Cen Yu flying into a rage, Cen Yu being unable to believe it, followed by him shouting and cursing at him—he had envisioned countless possibilities, never expecting Cen Yu to refrain from doubting him at all, not even questioning why there were multiple cameras installed at home.
Yu Xinyu stared almost addictively at Cen Yu on the screen, murmuring under his breath—
“Such a foolish baby, so cute…”
Sang Qianshan had never expected Cen Yu to brush off his comment so completely, not giving it a second thought.
He knit his brows at Cen Yu, suspecting the guy had truly wasted such a sharp mind, wondering how on earth he could mistake a venomous viper like Yu Xinyu for a pure white lotus.
According to his understanding of Cen Yu, the man was probably caught up in a delusion that his partner was a pure, innocent white lotus—hardworking, dutiful, loving him to death, and willingly serving as his full-time homemaker.
Yet he also knew that if he claimed Yu Xinyu was just putting on an act right now,
Cen Yu definitely wouldn’t believe him… So he let out a long breath, the look in his eyes as he stared at Cen Yu shifting into one used for a hopelessly blinded romantic fool.
“Forget it,” he uttered that classic universal line to Cen Yu—
“I respect it and wish you the best. Whatever makes you happy.”
“?” What’s that supposed to mean, a personal attack?
Although Cen Yu didn’t catch Sang Qianshan’s exact subtext, he still picked up a trace of mockery from it.
He carefully observed Sang Qianshan’s furrowed brows and the scowl on his face, arriving at a confident conclusion—
He’s jealous.
He must have fallen in love with Yu Xinyu at first sight, he summarized to himself with absolute confidence.
Having finished their discussion, Cen Yu walked up to Yu Xinyu’s bedroom door and gave it a few knocks.
Before long, Yu Xinyu’s door opened.
He put on a surprised expression, “Hubby, are you two done talking?” Looking between Cen Yu and Sang Qianshan, he added, “Then I’ll go heat up the food.”
Saying that, he stepped out in his slippers past Cen Yu, brushing right past Sang Qianshan, who stood in front of the sofa.
“Cen Yu isn’t a fool,” Sang Qianshan suddenly murmured in a low voice, making sure only Yu Xinyu could hear. “No matter how much you pretend, your true nature will slip out.”
Yu Xinyu put on a hurt expression, looking at Sang Qianshan with a face full of confusion.
“…Then as long as baby doesn’t find out, it’s fine.” Though the expression on his face looked fragile, the words he spat were entirely dominant and unyielding. Having said this, he brushed past Sang Qianshan’s side and walked straight into the dining area.
The instant Sang Qianshan heard those words, he turned around abruptly, practically glaring at Yu Xinyu’s back as the man busied himself in the dining room.
Cen Yu stood by Yu Xinyu’s doorway… Watching how Sang Qianshan immediately turned around the moment Yu Xinyu brushed past him, staring intently at his busy figure in the dining room for a long while,
He sighed with emotion to his big fat cat system—
“Looks like he really, truly loves Yu Xinyu.”
