Chapter 201: Want to Try?
Another week flew by, and Shenming launched its newest animated production online. Thanks to the prior publicity, the main series and its accompanying animated shorts were met with immediate and enthusiastic support from fans upon release
Simultaneously, Yin Chengjue announced through the official website that Shenming would establish a comprehensive audiovisual platform capable of hosting original novels, fan fiction, original comics, fan comics, original audio dramas, fan audio dramas, and more.
Due to the extensive range of content to be covered, the website's operation would require higher program specifications and specialized, regular maintenance. Therefore, Shenming would soon expand its recruitment once again.
For this website project, corresponding contracts also needed to be drafted.
The contracts would be tiered by level, a standard corporate practice for identifying and securing top talent.
Clear distinctions were necessary, whether for editor contracts or author contracts.
To finalize all of this, Yin Chengjue immersed himself in the new company for a full week, barely managing to complete the work.
Counting everything together, Yin Chengjue hadn't been home for half a month.
If not for advanced technology allowing video calls, and the fact that Yin Chengjue made a point to work over video chat with Rong Yu each evening, Rong Yu might have suspected him of keeping a mistress outside.
"Brother, can you come home tonight?" Rong Yu leaned against the headboard, holding a script in one hand and a pen in the other. But instead of reading quietly, he had rolled the script into a tube and was tapping its end against his chin intermittently.
"The materials are done, but they still need to be organized. Otherwise, it's too messy and hard to find things later," Yin Chengjue placed his phone, with the video call active, on a stand beside his computer, positioning the camera to face him.
Rong Yu stared for a while, then suddenly smiled. "Brother, I've realized that your scruffy, unkempt look is pretty cool too. Don't shave before coming back; I want to feel your stubble."
Yin Chengjue looked at him. "You seem quite free? Don't need to memorize your lines? In that case, why don't you come to my company tonight?"
Rong Yu's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Yin Chengjue raised an eyebrow. "When have I ever said no?"
Rong Yu immediately shifted from leaning to sitting upright. "I thought you didn't want others to see me at your new company."
Hearing this, Yin Chengjue thought for a moment and nodded. "I actually do prefer you not to come here during the day."
Rong Yu's expression instantly stiffened.
Yin Chengjue then quickly added, "Because many of our employees here are your fans. I'm afraid if you came, you wouldn't even make it to my office before they tore you apart and devoured you. By the time you reached me, there might not even be bones left. I'd have to cut you out of their stomachs, meticulously piece the flesh back together, stuff the bones in, stitch the skin up needle by needle, and then pump the blood back in."
Rong Yu: "..." Should I thank you for your determination, or thank myself for my resilient vitality?
Thirty minutes later, Rong Yu pushed open the door to Yin Chengjue's office, only to find no one at the desk and the computer already turned off.
Rong Yu reached out and touched the computer tower—it was still warm, meaning it had only been turned off recently.
Rong Yu had seen the layout of Yin Chengjue's office during their video calls, so he knew it adjoined a private bedroom. He walked straight to the bedroom door and opened it without hesitation.
The bedroom was decorated in tones of blue. A recessed shelf was built into the wall near the door, holding some everyday items. Yin Chengjue's suit jacket and tie hung on the back of the door. Rong Yu reached out, picked up a corner of the suit jacket, and brought it close to smell. The suit jacket was still warm, carrying the distinct, clean scent unique to Yin Chengjue.
Rong Yu took off his shoes, changed into the slippers already placed on the mat, and began removing his clothes as he walked in.
The air conditioning in the bedroom was on, the temperature just right. Light came from the inner bathroom. Rong Yu looked through the steam-frosted glass; though the view wasn't clear, his mind automatically conjured the image.
Rong Yu licked his lips, directly turned the bathroom doorknob, and with his other hand, tossed away the last item of his clothing—his shirt.
Inside the bathroom, the scene was hazy with steam and water.
No one stood under the shower; only a puddle of water remained on the floor. However, a sturdy arm rested on the edge of the pure white bathtub.
"Brother?" Rong Yu called out, but received no response. He quickly walked over and only upon getting closer did he hear faint snoring.
Yin Chengjue had actually fallen asleep right there in the bathtub.
The water in the tub was still warm, soaking Yin Chengjue's skin until it was flushed red.
"Brother, it's dangerous to fall asleep here," Rong Yu sighed helplessly. He reached into the bathwater, one hand supporting under Yin Chengjue's knees, the other arm wrapping around his shoulders, and lifted Yin Chengjue out in a horizontal carry.
There was a size difference between the two of them, making Rong Yu holding Yin Chengjue this way seem somewhat awkward. But Rong Yu was naturally strong and didn't find it strenuous, though he did feel a twinge of reflection—he noticed his brother seemed to have grown a bit taller again and, consequently, a bit heavier.
Why was it that, eating identical meals in the same portions, Yin Chengjue continued to grow taller while he himself had stopped? Rong Yu found it genuinely perplexing.
Rong Yu dried off the dripping wet Yin Chengjue. Yin Chengjue still didn't wake up, clearly showing how exhausted he had been lately.
"You don't have to push yourself this hard, do you?" Rong Yu sighed, gently placing Yin Chengjue on the bed. He then took out his phone and opened the location tracking interface.
Seeing the deep blue dot and the bright red dot flashing and overlapping at the same position on the green grid-like light screen, Rong Yu showed a satisfied smile.
"Although you haven't come home for half a month... considering you've been staying at the company the whole time, not running around elsewhere, and there's no scent of anyone else on your clothes or in your bedroom, I'll forgive you." Rong Yu poked Yin Chengjue's cheek, then gently turned him over. He leaned down and lightly kissed the spot between Yin Chengjue's shoulder blades.
"Brother, do you know? An angel's wings grow from right here, you know." As he spoke, Rong Yu traced his fingertips over the two prominent bones of Yin Chengjue's scapulae. When his touch reached the lower area, his index finger followed the bone structure and pressed down, immediately feeling something small, hard, like a tiny pebble.
Upon feeling this object, Rong Yu seemed to gain a sense of comfort. His expression grew even more tender. He chuckled softly, a low sound, and seemed unable to get enough of touching that spot.
"Fortunately, fortunately you haven't discovered it yet... Ah, brother, you are so careless. Luckily it was me who placed this. What if some malicious person implanted something like this in you? What would you do then?"
After a moment's thought, Rong Yu laughed at himself mockingly. "Then again, besides me, who else would do such a thing to you? I'm probably overthinking it."
The pressure must have disturbed him, because Yin Chengjue let out a soft, sleepy groan and began to wake up.
Hearing the sound, Rong Yu quickly withdrew his hand from Yin Chengjue's shoulder blade. He switched to gently rubbing Yin Chengjue's face, his voice soft. "Brother, how could you fall asleep in the bathtub? Don't you know how dangerous that is? If I hadn't come, you might have slipped under the water."
"Xiao Yu..." Yin Chengjue turned over, pulling Rong Yu, who was leaning on one elbow beside him, into his arms. He nuzzled his chin against Rong Yu's fine, soft hair. "You're here. Come, sleep now."
Rong Yu: "...You asked me to come find you just to sleep?"
Yin Chengjue, his eyes barely open, simply nodded. "Mm, sleep in my arms."
Rong Yu, dissatisfied, pinched Yin Chengjue's face. "Bro-ther! I cleaned myself up specially before coming!"
Yin Chengjue let out a "hmm," then leaned in close, taking a deep breath against Rong Yu's neck. He sighed contentedly. "Mm, indeed, you smell nice. Very pleasant."
Rong Yu: "..." That wasn't just for you to sniff!
Rong Yu lifted his foot and nudged Yin Chengjue's thigh. "Brother, we haven't seen each other for half a month!"
Yin Chengjue: "So, were my morning, noon, and evening video calls for nothing?"
Rong Yu complained, "Is watching a video the same as seeing someone in person? Is seeing the same as touching? Is the simultaneous engagement of all five senses the same as relying on just one?"
"Of course not. That's why I'm holding you right now, isn't it?" Yin Chengjue's smile held a hint of teasing. His voice, still drowsy, was magnetic and deep, like the gentle pull of a cello string. He tightened his embrace around Rong Yu and chuckled. "Or perhaps, you want me to do something else?"
The sound made Rong Yu's ears tingle pleasantly, and his round earlobes flushed red first.
"N-no, isn't that right? It's been half a month..." Rong Yu mumbled.
"But Xiao Yu... I'm so sleepy right now..." Yin Chengjue's tone carried a note of playful whining. "How about... you take the lead, and I'll watch you?"
"Ah?" Rong Yu didn't grasp his meaning immediately.
"You do the work. I'll watch." Yin Chengjue didn't mind repeating it.
Rong Yu blinked, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "In that case... could I... could I tie your hands and feet?"
Rong Yu licked his lips. "I've wanted to try this for a long time. Since you're too lazy to move now, why not indulge me?"
With that, not waiting for Yin Chengjue's agreement, Rong Yu quickly jumped off the bed and then... pulled several lengths of rope from the pants he had discarded on the floor!
Yin Chengjue: "Are you sure this is a spur-of-the-moment idea?"
Rong Yu blinked with an innocent expression. "It absolutely is a spur-of-the-moment idea. These ropes were just prepared beforehand. They don't count as being specially prepared for today."
Yin Chengjue: "...Well, actually, I suddenly feel like I'm not sleepy anymore."
Rong Yu smiled brightly. "Too late, brother."
Ten minutes later, Yin Chengjue lay on the bed, each wrist bound with separate ropes tied to the headboard, his arms spread wide open. His feet were secured in the same manner.
Rong Yu sat astride Yin Chengjue, holding a phone in one hand while the other gently trailed down Yin Chengjue's body. He grinned and said, "Brother, you look absolutely beautiful like this."
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