What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Cartoon Boxers…

It was the first time Song Cun had looked at Qi Yan from this close—his eyes, nose, lips, chin, jawline, Adam’s apple… every feature looked exquisitely sculpted and perfect.

Their noses were only a few centimeters apart.

Song Cun’s heart pounded wildly. As he watched Qi Yan’s Adam’s apple subtly move, he unconsciously swallowed hard himself.

The phone in his pocket buzzed, breaking the delicate tension between them.

Qi Yan took a step back at just the right moment, and Song Cun hurriedly answered the call and walked out to the balcony.

On the other end, Chen Jie asked if he had looked over any of the scripts recently. Song Cun responded absentmindedly, while sneaking glances into the kitchen at Qi Yan.

His mind was still filled with the image of Qi Yan leaning down toward him just moments ago—their noses nearly touching. It was the posture of someone about to kiss.

If they hadn’t been interrupted just now… would they have kissed?

He didn’t know.

His head was a mess.

His heart was a mess too.

His brain had been foggy in that moment, and it was still foggy now as he answered the call.

Qi Yan came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sandwiches and suddenly glanced toward the balcony.

Song Cun flinched like he’d been burned and quickly looked away, saying to his agent,

“I want to take a job immediately. The soonest available. Ideally something I can start filming right away.”

Chen Jie paused in surprise and said that a well-known director had a film and was looking for someone to cameo, and it was a bit urgent.

Song Cun agreed without hesitation.

“I’ve moved. I’ll send you my new address later.” He hung up and sent the location to Chen Jie.

When Chen Jie saw the address, his jaw dropped. That villa district was the priciest area in the entire city—even if you had money, it didn’t mean you could buy property there.

He knew Song Cun was a second-generation rich kid, but he didn’t expect this level of rich. With that much money, why was he still grinding it out in the entertainment industry?!

After the call, Song Cun headed straight for the stairs, but Qi Yan called after him.

“You’re not eating breakfast?”

“Not hungry. I’m full.”

“Then I’ll cut you some fruit.”

Song Cun paused mid-step.

“No need. I’m going to pack. My agent’s coming to take me to set later.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Hearing that, Song Cun turned around to look at him.

“If you’re avoiding me because of what happened earlier, I apologize.”

Qi Yan stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up slightly at Song Cun on the steps.

For some reason, Song Cun thought Qi Yan looked strangely fragile like this—perhaps it was the way his complexion was always a little paler than most people’s.

“I’m not,” Song Cun said, rubbing his nose awkwardly. “It’s just normal work. I’ve been out of sight too long, and I don’t want my fans to forget me.”

A bit of color returned to Qi Yan’s pale cheeks, and he curved his lips into a soft smile.

“Then let me help you pack.”

…

Song Cun sat on the couch in his room eating a sandwich while Qi Yan helped him pack.

This job was just a guest appearance in a film. The role was small, and he wouldn’t be away for long.

Though Qi Yan was reluctant to see Song Cun leave for work—especially now that they were just starting to grow closer—this was his job, and future projects might keep him away even longer.

Qi Yan thoughtfully checked the weather forecast for the filming location and asked Song Cun’s preferences before neatly folding the selected clothes and placing them in the suitcase.

Song Cun sat there with a sandwich in one hand and a glass of warm milk in the other, still chewing as he pointed with his elbow and gave muffled directions.

“That one… no, the black hoodie to the left…”

Like a general commanding his troops, wherever he pointed, Qi Yan followed suit and packed accordingly.

“Where do you keep your sleepwear?”

Without thinking, Song Cun pointed at a drawer.

“In there.”

Qi Yan opened the drawer and pulled out… a pair of cartoon-print boxer briefs.

…

Author’s Note:

Song Cun: My heart’s not calm—I need to escape into work!

Qi Yan: So my wife is a tsundere little cutie who wears cartoon boxers, huh?