Chapter 2036: My Wife Keeps Throwing Herself Into My Arms 26

When Qiao Yu went upstairs, it happened to be nine o'clock, and the livestream switched to recorded playback.

Netizens who hadn't seen Jin Chen eat that meal flocked to Weibo overnight, wishing they could make Qiao Yu's wish come true with fanfiction.

Jin Chen returned to the car to get Qiao Yu's gift, then came back to the living room and saw Ning Tong there, chatting with Jin Lai.

To be precise, he thought he was being subtle while trying to pry out Jin Lai's identity.

But Jin Lai was also sharp; he almost got Ning Tong to spill about her past boyfriends, yet he didn't leak a bit of his own information.

After Jin Lai finished questioning, he quickly changed the subject: "Hey, aren't there two more guests? Why aren't they here?"

Ning Tong smiled lightly and explained: "Chu Ge helped me a lot on his date today; maybe he's tired and asleep."

Xu Jia and Chen Cheng choked again.

Xu Jia put down the yogurt and said softly: "Hu Ge usually goes to bed early at night; over the years, Chu Ge's biological rhythm has basically synced with his."

Chen Cheng nodded, then after a moment snorted and glanced at Xu Jia: "You sure know Hu Ge."

Xu Jia: "……"

Switching sides mid-battle is also a bit too fast.

Jin Chen sensed there was more to their words, didn't mind, and was about to go upstairs when he saw Chen Cheng stand up.

"I'm hungry; do you want a late-night snack? Let's have some noodles together—there's still a few pounds of dough left in the kitchen."

Jin Chen wondered, "Why dough?"

Chen Cheng laughed, took out a drink, leaned against the fridge and said to him: "You don't know—Young Master Yun said this afternoon he wanted to cook for you and insisted on making dumplings; he knows the basics of adding more water to flour, but he just can't control the amount."

He made a gesture, his smile intense.

"Three whole bags of flour, all used up by Qiao Yu."

Jin Chen stared for a moment, "The dumplings you made for me?"

But he had clearly told Qiao Yu they'd be eating out tonight.

He couldn't help thinking of Qiao Yu's various purposeful embraces before, and the distressed look when he felt the sky would fall if he didn't finish.

Qiao Yu's state in the kitchen was off.

Jin Chen's expression shifted slightly as he picked up the gift bag and went upstairs.

——

He pushed open the bedroom door; only a nightlight was on, very dim.

Usually at this time, Qiao Yu would have finished washing up early and be curled up in bed watching a show or reading a script.

But tonight really lived up to Qiao Yu's word of being sleepy; he lay under the covers, unusually quiet.

But his pretend-sleep acting was nowhere near good enough, especially in front of Jin Chen, the movie emperor.

Jin Chen sat on the bedside, quietly gazing at him, then slowly raised his hand and lightly brushed his cheek with his palm.

"Little Qiao."

He knew he wasn't asleep.

Qiao Yu could no longer pretend; he opened his eyes and looked at Jin Chen, his glassy pupils veiled with a thin layer of moisture.

He always knew how to comfort himself—like when he was overly angry at noon, a nap made everything better.

But he still overlooked the impact of "liking."

This fundamentally couldn't be solved by sleep; Qiao Yu clearly realized his unhappiness wasn't due to failing the system task.

Rather, he was jealous; even though he'd prepared himself, he still couldn't hold back the jealousy.

Qiao Yu silently gazed at the person so close, instinctively rubbing his cheek against Jin Chen's palm resting on his face, obediently and attentively looking at him, his low spirits no longer hidden, fully displayed to Jin Chen.

"Brother, I'm unhappy."

Jin Chen responded softly, affectionately brushing Qiao Yu's lip corner: "Is it because I didn't eat that dumpling meal? Could it… have some effect?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, half rose and wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, leaning into his embrace.

"It's not the dumplings; it's something I wanted to make for you myself. You don't know—I wouldn't blame you."

The thin pajamas transferred Qiao Yu's warmth from under the blanket to Jin Chen, skin against skin.

Jin Chen held Qiao Yu's slender waist, lifted his hand to ruffle his soft hair, and spoke gently: "Then what is it because of?"

"... I'm jealous."

Qiao Yu lifted his head from the embrace, his wet eyes fixed unblinkingly on him; in the dim nightlight, he quietly traced Jin Chen's outline.

"If you eat with others, you won't eat with me anymore—and the same goes for everything else."

"Moreover… I can feel that you treat Jin Lai differently from others."

"The past few nights you'd come upstairs to keep me company, but tonight, with Jin Lai here, you let me go up alone."

Qiao Yu's voice was soft, yet each sentence flowed smoothly—something he'd figured out during his earlier alone time.

His frankness made Jin Chen's heart ease; knowing there would be no impact, he wasn't as tense.

Jin Chen nodded, kissed Qiao Yu's lip corner, and brushed away the moisture at the corner of his eye with his fingertip: "It's not because Jin Lai is here; I went to the car to get your gift."

"I knew Jin Lai before, but the program team won't let me reveal his identity. Still, I can promise Xiao Qiao that Jin Lai and I will never develop anything ambiguous."

Qiao Yu stayed silent a moment, then asked: "Is Jin Lai and you like Chen Cheng and you?"

Then he wouldn't need to be jealous.

Jin Chen chuckled: "Pretty much."

Held in Jin Chen's arms, Qiao Yu was softer than ever; with his worries resolved, he gradually smiled, leaned up, and lightly pecked Jin Chen's cheek.

"That means I misunderstood; sorry."

"Nonsense."

Jin Chen tightened his hand around Qiao Yu's waist, pinched his nose tip, and asked: "Do you still want to keep sleeping?"

Qiao Yu shook his head: "Actually I can't sleep; I slept a lot this afternoon."

But then he thought again—he wasn't sleepy anymore, and didn't need to be comforted; Jin Chen would continue holding the computer to work.

Obviously they hadn't spent much time together today.

Qiao Yu then leaned back into his embrace, forehead touching, and whispered, "But I'm still a little unhappy."

Jin Chen could clearly see Qiao Yu's thoughts; leaning against the headboard, he gently rubbed his back back and forth, hesitating whether to ask Qiao Yu about his "purpose."

He would certainly welcome Qiao Yu's initiative, but if sometimes he couldn't keep up—like tonight—would it have a bad influence on Qiao Yu?

But he also felt that even if he brought it up, Qiao Yu might not be able to answer—it would be a matter of "cannot," not "unwilling."

So he could only wait until Qiao Yu felt able to say it.

Jin Chen didn't dwell further, pinched Qiao Yu's earlobe, and said, "Little Qiao, lift your head."

Qiao Yu sat up a little; the moment he lifted his head, his chin was pinched and their lips met.

Jin Chen kissed not heavily, gently grinding, clearly feeling Qiao Yu's trembling; after he gradually adapted, he suddenly kissed fiercely, sweeping almost possessively across their lips and teeth.

Qiao Yu's eyes filled with more watery mist, he let out soft sobs, and his breathing was disrupted by such a somewhat savage kiss.

Like a lamb whose neck is bitten, with no escape.

But the lamb was a bit too stupid; the hand resting on the shoulder exerted no force, not at all like pushing away—instead it made it easier for the fierce wolf to succeed.

After the kiss ended, Qiao Yu's whole body went limp to the extreme; his crimson lips looked like a ripe cherry soaked in sugar water.

Jin Chen pressed his lips; his slightly hoarse voice made Qiao Yu feel even more dazed.

"An honest, good child."

Qiao Yu's long lashes trembled; he buried his face in Jin Chen's palm, rubbing slightly, and a thought flickered through his hazy consciousness.

Jin Chen's words seemed not only praise, but also a reminder.