Chapter 6: Young… Madam… Young Master?
“I’m Cen Miao, and he’s the wife… I married.”
Qin Zelin whipped his head around in shock.
“…………?!!??”
He… He was what???
Butler Lin and the bodyguard stared in utter disbelief, their entire worldview exploding like popcorn.
What?
Their young master—their boss—was actually the wife?
The bodyguard suddenly remembered what Cen Miao had said in the car earlier: You smell nice~
When he looked at Qin Zelin again, an image flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
The “madam” held their boss in his arms, domineeringly lifted his chin, and said in a deep voice, “Baby~ You smell so good~”
Then their cold and aloof boss shyly collapsed into the “madam’s” embrace, pounding his broad chest with his fists.
“You’re so mean! So mean! I’m never talking to you again!”
“……………”
The bodyguard shuddered violently and shook his head, trying to fling the bizarre image out of his mind.
The young police officers also gaped, forgetting to breathe. Yet the looks they gave Qin Zelin became even more complicated and difficult to decipher.
Upon closer inspection, there was even a hint of confusion mixed in.
Someone that big…
Could he really be the bottom?
He certainly didn’t look like one…
After a while, Qin Zelin handed them the marriage certificate. Once they had verified everything, the officers finally accepted that it had all been a misunderstanding.
The two really had registered their marriage that very day.
Before leaving, the policewoman looked at Cen Miao as though she wanted to say something, her eyes full of admiration.
Was this the legendary “cute little top is still a top”?
She… genuinely hadn’t expected it!
He was so delicate and exquisite, like a tiny collectible figurine, yet so fierce!
Meanwhile… She glanced sideways at Qin Zelin and swept her gaze over him from head to toe.
He was built like that, yet he was the delicate little wife?
Sob. She was actually kind of into muscular bottoms… It was usually impossible to find novels with that kind of pairing.
Feeling the policewoman’s scrutinizing yet faintly excited gaze, Qin Zelin’s chest tightened.
“…”
The bodyguard escorted the officers downstairs. Butler Lin looked up at Qin Zelin, unsure what to call him.
After deliberating for a long time, he stammered, “Young… Madam… Young…”
Qin Zelin: “………”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, “Uncle Lin, he was half asleep and talking nonsense. You should go back to your room and rest.”
“Oh, yes, of course. Young… Madam… Young Master. I’ll head downstairs, then.”
Qin Zelin: “…Mm.”
Inside the room, Cen Miao stood hugging his pillow, staring blankly at the muscles visible beneath the open collar of Qin Zelin’s robe…
Then he pulled open his own collar.
He lowered his head and looked inside.
Completely flat. Not a single rise or curve.
Why were they different?
Maybe wives were just built that way?
After watching Butler Lin head downstairs, Qin Zelin turned around and found Cen Miao tugging his collar wide open. His delicate collarbones were fully exposed, along with faint glimpses of two pink points beneath the fabric.
“What are you… doing?” Qin Zelin asked with difficulty.
“Nothing.” Cen Miao quickly released his collar.
“Why didn’t you dry your hair before going to sleep?” Qin Zelin lowered his gaze to Cen Miao’s half-dry hair, which was sticking out wildly in every direction.
His brows dipped slightly, making him look rather fierce from Cen Miao’s lower angle.
Cen Miao’s delicate brows furrowed.
Why was this human being fierce again?
“I was sleepy, so I just… fell asleep!”
Qin Zelin: “…”
“Dry your hair before sleeping. Did your phone run out of battery? Keep it charged from now on. Don’t let another misunderstanding like this happen.”
Cen Miao frowned unhappily. He suddenly felt that the wife he had married was always babbling on and on. He was annoying and fierce, nowhere near as nice as his caretaker daddy.
He raised his head and bared his teeth ferociously at Qin Zelin. Then, with his cheeks puffed up, he slammed the door shut in a huff.
Hmph! If we were in my world, you’d know how terrifying I am!
I could eat you!
You’d be… scared to death!
Outside the door, Qin Zelin stood there in confusion.
What was he acting cute about now?
He really needed to find an opportunity to remind Cen Miao that theirs was only a contractual marriage. Otherwise, Cen Miao constantly acting spoiled with him would become troublesome.
Thinking this, Qin Zelin returned to his room.
Inside, Cen Miao found his phone and charged it according to the original owner’s memories.
Not long after it turned on, Chengcheng called again.
“Hello? Miaomiao, the officer who followed up with me said you really registered your marriage???” Chengcheng’s voice was filled with disbelief.
“Mm, that’s right.” Cen Miao nodded.
“Didn’t you not even have a boyfriend before? What happened? You met your crush, fell in love at first sight, and had a flash marriage?” Chengcheng asked.
Cen Miao: What kind of poop was a crush?
“He doesn’t stink. He smells very nice.”
He just liked babbling on and on, which was a little annoying.
Chengcheng: “…”
His best friend had been speaking strangely all day, as though someone had set him to half-speed.
“Oh, right, baby. What does she look like? Do you have a picture? Was she so unbelievably beautiful that you couldn’t resist getting married so young?” Chengcheng asked eagerly.
Cen Miao thought for a moment.
“I don’t have a picture. He looks… His chest looks different… from mine.”
Chengcheng: “?”
It would be weirder if her chest looked the same as yours!
“Take a picture for me when you have time. I’m dying to know what kind of heavenly beauty made my baby fall in love and get married on the spot.”
“Okay.” Cen Miao let out a long yawn.
“Hmm? Are you sleepy? I was going to talk to you about the part-time job, but we can do that tomorrow. Good night, baby.”
Chengcheng hung up.
Cen Miao touched his still-damp hair but ignored it. He crawled under the covers, hugged his pillow, and fell asleep again.
The next morning, Cen Miao woke from hunger and stumbled downstairs in a daze.
“Are you hungry, sir? Breakfast will be ready soon,” Little Li asked with a smile.
“Mm. I want lots of cheese again. Can I?”
Remembering what had happened at dinner the previous night, Little Li didn’t dare agree directly and quietly changed the subject.
“We have freshly made strawberry jam this morning. I think you’ll like it.”
Cen Miao remembered the large strawberries he had eaten yesterday and swallowed, temporarily forgetting all about the cheese.
“Okay.”
When Qin Zelin entered the dining room after his workout, Cen Miao was resting his chin on the table, yawning listlessly while fumbling around with his phone.
His naturally wavy hair had been crushed around all night and was now sticking out in every direction like a sea urchin.
“You’ll come with me to the hospital later to visit Grandpa. My assistant will also set up your art studio today. Add him on WeChat in a moment and send him any brands you usually use,” Qin Zelin said slowly after sitting down.
When Cen Miao didn’t respond, Qin Zelin tapped his fingers against the table.
“Cen Miao, did you hear me?”
Cen Miao, who had been playing on his phone and hadn’t heard a single word, slowly formed a question mark in his mind. He perfunctorily bobbed his head up and down.
The sea-urchin spikes on his head bounced along with it.
Qin Zelin: “…”
“Young Master, sir, breakfast is ready.”
The moment the maid finished speaking, Qin Zelin watched the previously listless person abruptly sit upright.
“…”
Once breakfast was served, Qin Zelin picked up a butter knife, cut off a small piece of butter from the dish, and leisurely spread it over his bread.
He glanced at the person across from him out of the corner of his eye, and the butter knife froze in his hand.
Cen Miao picked up an entire small bowl of jam and dumped it upside down onto his bread. The moment he lifted the bowl, the center of the bread sagged precariously under the weight.
Qin Zelin: “…”
The little monster… he…
Completely oblivious to Qin Zelin’s strange gaze, Cen Miao opened his mouth and took a huge bite. His eyes instantly widened into perfect circles.
How did humans have so many delicious foods?!
Qin Zelin couldn’t comprehend that sickeningly sweet way of eating at all. He withdrew his gaze and ate a few bites of shrimp and vegetable salad.
Then a hand suddenly entered his field of vision, swiftly snatched away another slice of bread, and a voice spoke at its usual 2G network speed.
“Big Sister, I want more… strawberry jam.”
Holding the slice of bread, Cen Miao stared at the maid beside the table with round, puppy-like eyes.
Little Li was so overwhelmed by his cuteness that she nearly nodded immediately. However, after thinking about her career prospects, she managed to restrain herself.
“Young Master…” Little Li looked at Qin Zelin in distress.
Cen Miao: “…………-?-?”
How could she betray me?
That human only ever makes me eat grass!!!
Qin Zelin stared with a tense expression at the untouched shrimp and vegetable salad and boiled egg in front of Cen Miao.
What kind of eating habits did this little monster have?
Then he saw the guilty look on Cen Miao’s face after his little scheme had failed. Qin Zelin was so exasperated he almost laughed, his dark eyes fixing heavily on him.
Before long, Cen Miao surrendered.
He ate the shrimp from the salad first, then scrunched up his face and began swallowing the grass.
As a mighty zombie, he wouldn’t stoop to arguing with a human!
Blech~
“Chew before you swallow,” Qin Zelin said calmly as he ate, without even raising his head.
Cen Miao: “…”
The wife he had married was so annoying.
Did he have eyes on top of his head too?!
Cen Miao reluctantly chewed the vegetables.
Blech~
He would argue!
Even a mighty zombie had the right to argue!!!
Only after finishing the salad and happily eating the bread did Cen Miao remember that he had promised to take a picture for Chengcheng.
Hehe. He had just learned how!
Cen Miao picked up the phone from the table, aimed the camera directly at Qin Zelin’s face, and zoomed in.
Then zoomed in again.
“Cen Miao, what are you—”
Qin Zelin stopped halfway through his sentence.
Click.
“…”
Click.
“…”
