Spoiled Rotten by the CEO After a Contract Marriage - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: No Flaws Except for the Lack of Clothing

The secretary anxiously blocked the furious man in front of him: “Sir, please leave immediately. Otherwise, we will have to call security!”

He had intended to ask You Wenchen for instructions before dealing with the situation, but the man took advantage of the brief moment when the secretary was sending a message to barge in.

Yang Yuyang looked at the unkempt man curiously: “Who is he?”

You Wenchen’s eyes were deep, and he maintained a gentle tone: “Don’t be scared, Yangyang. You keep eating; I’ll handle this.”

The sloppily dressed man smelled sour from not having showered for several days. You Wenchen didn’t want him to ruin Yang Yuyang’s appetite, so he subtly motioned for the secretary to summon security quickly.

“Get out.” You Wenchen looked sternly at the man before him, who was his cousin, Su Wang.

Su Wang messily flopped onto the sofa, acting like a brazen scoundrel: “I want fifty million. Give me the money, and I’ll leave right away.”

Yang Yuyang put down his chopsticks. Extortion?

You Wenchen’s tone was calm and measured: “I have given you a substantial amount of money over the years, piece by piece. Do you know how many years you could be sentenced to if I reported you now?”

Su Wang sneered: “Go ahead. I have nothing left anyway, so why would I be afraid of going to jail? Don’t forget, when you were desperate and had nowhere to turn, I was the one who invested and helped you. How can you be so heartless now? Do you have a conscience?”

Seeing him bring up these past grievances, You Wenchen’s face darkened with impatience.

The security guards quickly swarmed in, preparing to drag Su Wang out.

Su Wang struggled and roared: “You Wenchen, you ingrate! I dare you to try and kill me! Do you think I won’t die at the front of your company tomorrow, letting everyone know what a monster you are! You’re trash, just like your b*tch of a mother!”

He continuously spouted vulgarities and foul language, not a single word worth listening to.

When Yang Yuyang heard him insult Su He as well, he couldn’t sit still: “Hold on.”

The security guards paused.

Yang Yuyang opened the window: “Didn’t he say he wanted to die at the company entrance? I’ll grant his wish. Throw him down now.”

The security guards were stunned. This…

You Wenchen’s lips curved upward: “Listen to the Madam. Throw him down. I’ll take responsibility for anything that happens.”

Su Wang watched as half his body was lifted and shoved out the window. He shrieked in panic: “You’ll go to jail for this! You’re committing murder!”

Yang Yuyang chuckled coldly, mimicking a gangster’s tone: “Don’t worry, my family has money and power, controlling both the light and dark sides. Forget killing just you; killing your whole family wouldn’t be an issue. Throw him down. I’ll take care of the consequences.”

Seeing that they were genuinely pushing him halfway out the window, Su Wang fainted from sheer terror.

Yang Yuyang quickly intervened: “Bring him back, bring him back! Are you guys serious?”

My family does honest, small-scale business QAQ. We can’t commit murder.

The security guards dragged him back, waiting for You Wenchen’s instruction.

You Wenchen told them to throw him out of the building, then called in cleaners to sanitize the area. He then took Yang Yuyang to the conference room to continue their meal.

“Did I scare you?”

“No, but who was he? Ah, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. Pretend I didn’t ask.”

You Wenchen put food on his plate: “He’s my cousin.”

When Su He was young, her parents died, and she stayed with her uncle’s family. Her uncle’s family was very kind to her, even sending her, a girl, to school in that era and supporting her until she graduated from university. Remembering this kindness, Su He often bought gifts to honor her elders when she grew up.

Unexpectedly, after the elders passed away, the descendants became worse with each generation. By the time it reached Su Wang’s generation, he began gambling, relying on the family’s substantial wealth.

Su He originally had a share of that family wealth, but due to past favors, she decided to give it up. However, just when You Wenchen needed a large sum of money to start his business, and the couple couldn’t raise enough money immediately, they went to claim a small portion of her share.

They got the money, but Su He was also humiliated by Su Wang, who called her shameless and claimed You Wenchen would surely be a failure. Later, when You Wenchen’s business took off, Su Wang reneged on his words, claiming the money he initially took was a loan and hassling You Wenchen for gambling funds.

You Wenchen’s tolerance for this man reached its limit. Still, remembering his mother’s childhood debt of gratitude to the family, he forced himself to suppress his anger. It wasn’t until early this month, when Su Wang completely squandered the family fortune and demanded a hundred million, that You Wenchen completely blocked him.

He hadn’t come to find him recently, probably busy escaping gambling debts.

You Wenchen finished his calm explanation, waiting for Yang Yuyang’s reaction.

Yang Yuyang swallowed his food and said with admiration: “Wow, your parents are professors!”

No wonder they look so refined and intellectual.

You Wenchen: …

That focus seems a bit odd.

“And you started your own company! That’s amazing. I started my own business too—I earned ten thousand dollars selling things at a stall!”

You Wenchen praised him: “Yangyang, you’re truly impressive, earning so much money just from selling at a stall.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly earn it from the stall. My cousin and I were selling sausages, and the vendors nearby intentionally bullied us. So, my cousin and I faked a heart attack and extorted the money from them.”

“…That’s impressive too.” You Wenchen praised him against his better judgment.

“I know it’s not impressive. You’re the truly impressive one, managing such a big company all by yourself.” Yang Yuyang looked at him with starry eyes of admiration.

He had watched too many anime and novels and liked to fantasize about starting a big company on his own. Unfortunately, reality wasn’t so kind; he didn’t inherit his mother’s business acumen, only his father’s humorous genes. He had sheepishly switched to live streaming.

You Wenchen felt embarrassed by the praise, pulling a napkin to wipe a grain of rice from his lips: “Alright, finish your meal first, or it will get cold.”

Yang Yuyang emphasized: “Next time that awful person dares to harass you, just let me come over and fake a heart attack. I’m a really good actor; it’ll scare him so much he definitely won’t dare to come again.”

You Wenchen couldn’t help but smile: “Okay.”

Yang Yuyang felt sleepy after eating, so You Wenchen let him rest in his private lounge.

The bed in the lounge was huge. Before falling asleep, Yang Yuyang liked to roll from one side to the other. The spot on the other side still carried You Wenchen’s cologne scent. Yang Yuyang settled down, secretly sniffing it.

He had been very sleepy just now, but somehow he wasn’t anymore. His mind was full of thoughts related to You Wenchen.

Yang Yuyang’s admiration for You Wenchen was genuine. He had a deep hero complex; a hero didn’t necessarily have to save the world. He believed anyone who could carve out a successful path through their own efforts was a hero.

Yang Yuyang buried half his face under the blanket, blushing as he wondered what the probability was of him and You Wenchen turning their fake marriage into a real one.

Yang Yuyang had never been in a relationship, so he wasn’t sure about the chances. After dwelling on it for a long time, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and You Wenchen was about to wake him up.

“I slept for so long again.” Yang Yuyang yawned, then was shocked awake by the time on the alarm clock.

You Wenchen handed him his shoes: “The elders always say that being able to eat and sleep well is a blessing.”

Yang Yuyang put on his shoes and wondered, Isn’t that what people say to describe pigs?

The other company employees had already arrived at the restaurant. You Wenchen told them not to wait and to start eating. When he and Yang Yuyang arrived at the entrance, a sudden explosion sounded from the lobby ceiling. You Wenchen instinctively shielded Yang Yuyang. He only relaxed after colorful streamers rained down from above.

The secretary and several other vice presidents pushed a nine-layer cake forward, all smiling: “A wedding gift from the employees. We wish you and Young Master Yang a long and joyful life together, full of sweetness.”

You Wenchen removed a streamer from Yang Yuyang’s head: “Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

Yang Yuyang exclaimed, looking at the cake, which was taller than himself: “It’s so tall! That must have cost a lot.”

The secretary handed him a cake knife: “With so many employees in the company, it’s not expensive when divided among us. Your treat for us was more expensive.”

“My treat for you?”

You Wenchen pinched his waist: “Didn’t you tell me last night to treat everyone to a meal to share our joy?”

Yang Yuyang played along: “Oh, oh, that’s right. Thank you all on my behalf. I hope everyone has a good time today.”

“You’re too kind.”

Yang Yuyang and You Wenchen cut the first slice together. They each took a piece and let everyone divide the rest.

“You treated them to dinner in my name?” Yang Yuyang asked him as they entered the elevator.

You Wenchen nodded and said in a teasing tone: “Yes, to let everyone know what a generous wife I married.”

Yang Yuyang rolled his eyes, his face slightly flushed: “Then I’ll transfer the money to you later. Consider it my treat.”

You Wenchen didn’t refuse: “Alright. The Boss’s Wife is indeed generous.”

Yang Yuyang felt too shy to look at him, unsure if he was joking or saying it seriously.

Yang Yuyang thought they would be eating with a few other senior executives from the company. He didn’t expect to see his cousin and his cousin’s husband in the private room.

“You guys didn’t bring me any cake?!” Mu Junyu’s face fell. He intentionally stayed away to make the surprise work, but now he missed out on the cake.

“I didn’t know you were coming, so how could I bring you any?”

You Wenchen handed him his own cake: “It’s my fault for forgetting. Have mine.”

He had specifically invited Si Miu and Mu Junyu to dinner to thank them for setting him up with Yang Yuyang. However, he didn’t know the employees had prepared a cake, and he forgot to get them a slice while chatting with Yang Yuyang.

Mu Junyu didn’t stand on ceremony, reaching out to take it: “Then you and Yangyang can share one. Darling, have some cake.”

He fed Si Miu a bite and then pretentiously asked which was sweeter, the cake or him.

Yang Yuyang looked disgusted: “Could you be any more nauseating?”

Mu Junyu rolled his eyes at him: “You’ll be acting the same way when you’re in love.”

Yang Yuyang bantered with him for a couple of rounds, then pushed his cake toward You Wenchen: “You eat first; I’ll eat after you.”

He didn’t mind sharing food with You Wenchen; he just wasn’t sure if You Wenchen minded.

You Wenchen moved his chair closer to him: “If you don’t mind, let’s eat together.”

Mu Junyu spoke sarcastically from the side: “You have the nerve to call me out. Why don’t you two just eat mouth-to-mouth?”

“You get out of here.” Yang Yuyang traded another few insults with him.

After finishing the cake, Mu Junyu finally got down to business.

“Do you know Si Miu’s younger brother?”

Yang Yuyang thought for a moment: “Si Li?”

He remembered that when Mu Junyu was a celebrity, a very beautiful younger brother followed him, and that was his name.

“Yes, he recently switched professions to drawing comics.”

“That’s great. Does he need me to promote it for him?”

“No promotion needed. He saw your picture and thought you looked exactly like the main character of his comic. He was hoping you could do a cosplay.”

Yang Yuyang readily agreed: “Sure, what kind of character? Let me see.”

“A young man who is skilled in both literature and martial arts, with no flaws except for the lack of clothing he wears.”

Si Miu had to hold him back, or Mu Junyu would have done the cosplay himself.

You Wenchen: ?