Chapter 43: Hubby Is the Best!
One glance was enough to tell that the little monster had made them himself.
He must have wanted to make them well too, but his abilities were limited. These five piles… five cookies were probably the best ones he had managed to bake.
The little monster had given him the very best ones, which must be why there was an odd number.
Qin Zelin picked up his phone from the bedside table and took a picture of the cookies.
[Qin Zelin] He kissed me again this morning. Twice.
[Shao Siheng] Oh. [Yellow Bean Smile.jpg]
[Qin Zelin] He also specially gave me cookies he made himself.
[Qin Zelin] [Photo]
[Qin Zelin] You can tell he chose the five best cookies he baked. He wanted to give me the very best.
[Shao Siheng] Why don’t you go see that senior of mine I introduced you to last time? [Yellow Bean Smile.jpg]
[Qin Zelin] It would be good to take him for a follow-up appointment too.
[Shao Siheng] …
[Shao Siheng] [Yellow Bean Smile.jpg]
At ten thirty that morning, in Qin Zelin’s office, Fang Huan stared at the five cookie piles on the desk that bore a striking resemblance to…
The corner of his mouth twitched.
They were probably the little cutie’s masterpiece…
A knock sounded at the office door, and Li Man entered carrying a cup of coffee.
“President Qin, your coffee.”
She placed the cup by Qin Zelin’s left hand, then asked softly, “Would you like me to take the trash out?”
The moment she finished speaking, Fang Huan stomped hard on her foot.
Suppressing the pain, Li Man turned to him in confusion. Following his gaze toward the small bag on the desk, she instantly understood.
Holy shit!!!
The entire process took only a few seconds. She reacted swiftly.
“President Qin! I’m sorry. I forgot to wear my contacts today and mistook the pen on your desk for a straw.”
“Wow! Are those handmade cookies? I often make little desserts myself, and these are extremely difficult to make. Whoever made them for you must have put a great deal of effort into it!”
“…”
Fang Huan bit his lower lip hard and dug his nails into his palm.
Qin Zelin signed his name at the bottom of the document and handed it back to Fang Huan. In an excellent mood, he looked up.
“Mm. Someone from home made them.”
“Haha, then that person at home must love you very much!”
Outside the office, Fang Huan moved his face around, trying to relax the muscles that had stiffened from suppressing laughter.
“Assistant Fang…” Li Man pressed a hand dramatically to her heart. “You~ are my~ god!”
Fang Huan patted her shoulder.
“You weren’t bad either. You reacted quickly.”
Inside the office, Qin Zelin picked up his phone again.
[Qin Zelin] My secretary just saw the cookies and said they’re very difficult to make and require a lot of effort.
[Qin Zelin] He never even told me how hard he worked.
[Shao Siheng] Oh.
[Shao Siheng] Then he’s very thoughtful.
Setting down his phone, Qin Zelin opened the cookie bag.
After hesitating for a moment, he brought one to his mouth and took a bite. He immediately frowned and drank some coffee.
Far too sweet…
More than ten minutes later, Qin Zelin pressed the intercom.
“Li Man, bring me another cup of coffee.”
“…Yes, President Qin.”
At Capital University, with only a few minutes left before the end of their major class, Teacher Wang clapped twice to get everyone’s attention.
“Everyone, I have an announcement.”
“You all remember Teacher Huang Sui coming to our school the day before yesterday to select students, right? Our class is fortunate enough to have one student chosen.”
Teacher Wang smiled and deliberately paused, keeping them in suspense.
The moment they heard this, everyone’s gaze turned toward Cen Ning.
Almost all of them assumed the place must belong to him.
After all, his family was wealthy enough to buy Huang Sui’s paintings, and he had even met and spoken with Teacher Huang because of it.
“We remember~” several students answered listlessly, dragging out the words.
“Cen Miao, you’ll need to complete a work that satisfies Teacher Huang before March. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
“Cen Ning, I told you it would definitely be—”
Xu Xinyu had blurted out the moment he heard the surname Cen, but his words abruptly lodged in his throat. Only embarrassment and shock remained on his face.
Seeing Cen Miao still frozen, Chengcheng excitedly shook his arm and urged him in a low voice.
“Hurry and say yes, baby!”
“No problem, Teacher Wang,” Cen Miao replied softly.
“Good. Class dismissed. Those who weren’t selected shouldn’t be discouraged. Keep practicing, and there will be more opportunities in the future.”
The classroom immediately filled with groups of students whispering among themselves.
Feeling the gazes around him, Cen Ning’s expression twisted for a moment.
That evening, Qin Zelin returned home with cake, chocolates, and burgers.
The moment he stepped through the door, Cen Miao, dressed in fluffy loungewear, threw himself into his arms.
Qin Zelin handed the bags to Little Li standing nearby and was just about to reach out and steady Cen Miao’s waist when his arms suddenly emptied.
“?”
He turned and watched Cen Miao hurry over to Little Li, eagerly rummaging through the McDonald’s bag.
Qin Zelin thought he looked like a puppy excitedly greeting its owner home. If the little monster had possessed a tail, it would probably have been wagging furiously.
After pulling out a burger, unwrapping it, and taking a bite, Cen Miao ran back to Qin Zelin, rose onto his toes, and quickly pressed his lips against his.
“Muah!”
“Hubby is the best! Thank you, Hubby! I like Hubby the most!”
“…”
Sigh.
The little monster’s declarations of love were becoming increasingly passionate.
Qin Zelin gave a quiet hum and deliberately kept his tone casual as he instructed, “You can only eat one burger. Everything else has to wait until after dinner.”
“Okay.”
Cen Miao agreed quickly, his cheeks bulging with food.
Not far away, Butler Lin was smiling so broadly that his face nearly bloomed.
The old master’s illness should be cured very soon!
During dinner, Cen Miao was holding his bowl and gulping down the chicken soup Aunt Wang had stewed when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
He glanced at the screen, gave a puzzled hum, and answered the voice call.
A woman’s harsh voice immediately came through.
“Go tell your teacher tomorrow that you won’t participate in Master Huang Sui’s exhibition. Give your place to your younger brother.”
Qin Zelin’s chopsticks paused, and his expression instantly turned cold as he listened silently.
When the woman on the other end received no answer, her voice abruptly rose, becoming even shriller and more grating.
“Cen Miao, did you hear me?”
Cen Miao remembered that Huang Sui was the person the body’s original owner had desperately wanted to become.
If he were here, he definitely wouldn’t give up either.
“I don’t want to.”
“You dare refuse me? Cen Miao, have your wings hardened now?”
When Cen Miao remained silent, Mrs. Cen impatiently compromised.
“If you give up this opportunity, I can consider voiding that agreement.”
Cen Miao’s brows drew tightly together.
Then he ended the call.
Bad human!
Everything she said would have hurt the body’s original owner.
He didn’t want to listen.
Qin Zelin’s brows lowered, a trace of murderous coldness entering his gaze.
Previously, he had intended to show some respect to the late Old Master Cen and leave the family a little room.
But now it seemed that Old Master Cen was Old Master Cen, while the rest of the Cen family was something entirely different.
