Su Yicen wasn’t negotiating at all; it was a notification.
Previously at home, he did this every time too, casually finding an excuse to linger in her room and refuse to leave.
In the end, he always found ways to devour her completely.
“Su Yicen! Even after coming abroad, you’re still so restless!”
The person being questioned had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth; even getting scolded made him happy.
Su Yicen’s response was even more deserving of a beating: “It’s precisely because we’re abroad that I have to be even more restless…”
Faced with his utterly unrepentant attitude, Song Chan steeled her resolve. She absolutely wouldn’t let him have his way.
Song Chan struck first this time: “Teacher Su, in Paris, we’re just colleagues from the crew. For a man like you to stay overnight in my room—isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”
“Colleagues?…” Su Yicen repeated her words playfully. “Is Teacher Song hinting at me… that she wants to play role-playing with me?…”
Her face flushed red from anger, and with her body pinned against the door, unable to budge, Song Chan fumed.
“Su Yicen! Can’t you think healthier thoughts!”
“Am I healthy or not?…” He leaned down, pausing mid-sentence as his breath brushed over her hair strands. Leisurely, he said, “Teacher Song should know best…”
The flirtatious undertone in his words teased at her heart, each one hooking into her.
In a momentary daze, Song Chan was swept into Su Yicen’s arm bend and confined tightly in his embrace.
The sudden sensation of weightlessness startled Song Chan. In her panic, her hand grabbed onto his tie.
A suffocating feeling crashed over her in an instant. She watched as veins bulged on Su Yicen’s neck, his face visibly turning several shades redder.
“You… are you okay…”
The anger in Song Chan’s heart extinguished in an instant upon seeing him like this.
The arm confining her loosened. Su Yicen undid the offending tie and tossed it to the ground.
He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse from the strangling.
“This is the second time today. Does Teacher Song want to train me?”
‘Boom—’
Song Chan got it instantly, feeling as if her head had exploded.
She shoved him away and bolted to the bed in a panic, burrowing entirely under the covers and pulling them over her head.
Still stubborn and refusing to yield, she tossed out, “You’re overthinking it. I just like leading dogs.”
“Dog?”
Su Yicen drew out the syllable, his footsteps slowly approaching her.
“If Teacher Song puts it that way, I might really stop acting like a human…”
Once she felt the bed dip at the edge as he sat beside her, Song Chan belatedly realized how terrible her choice of escape spot had been.
The covers trapped her like a lock. She struggled to break free but discovered Su Yicen had deliberately sat on the corner, completely sealing her in and leaving her unable to move.
The covers were yanked back from above, and Su Yicen extracted Song Chan’s head from beneath them.
The thin sweat from her tension had smudged her makeup, lending even more allure to her radiant face.
Unable to move, Song Chan could only warn him.
“Go back to your own room quick, or if someone finds out, it’ll be big trouble…”
He leaned down toward her. “I’m not afraid of trouble…”
He tossed out a casual excuse. “Besides, my room… isn’t great…”
His room wasn’t great? What a lame excuse.
“What’s wrong with your room?”
Song Chan recalled all the various excuses Su Yicen had used back home, her anger boiling over even more.
She ticked them off, listing the ones he’d used before.
“What is it this time? Bad internet? No water? Or the electric curtains won’t close, exposing your privacy?”
Hearing Song Chan’s words, Su Yicen felt no shame—instead, he was somewhat smug about it.
“I didn’t realize Teacher Song cared about me this much. You even remember my troubles so clearly.”
“Are those your troubles?”
Trapped under the covers and unable to break free, Song Chan glared at him threateningly, her eyelashes trembling faintly.
Furious, she snapped, “That’s you plotting something nefarious!”
He didn’t deny it. “I’m indeed plotting something nefarious…”
Song Chan pressed, “So what’s your issue this time?”
Su Yicen’s gaze drifted upward, clearly fabricating a story.
A moment later, he spoke lightly, his tone sincere.
“Today… I’m a little afraid of the dark. The room’s too dark; I’m scared.”
Song Chan: “I never saw you afraid of the dark before!”
Su Yicen’s reply came unhurried. “Before, we were back home. Now that we’re abroad, I’m scared and need someone to keep me company…”
Song Chan immediately offered a solution.
“The corridor isn’t dark. Go sleep there.”
“There are service staff to keep you company too. It’ll satisfy your needs perfectly.”
He let out a light chuckle, teasing her.
“Teacher Song, you’re stuck now, so why keep running your mouth?”
“Don’t you know full well…”
“My needs can only be satisfied by you…”
Su Yicen leaned closer and closer. The dangerous aura in the air thickened more and more. Song Chan, trapped in the covers by her own doing, was like fish on a chopping board, awaiting his carving.
With a helpless sigh, she closed her eyes and slackened her resistance.
“Whatever. I’m exhausted and want to rest. Make it quick.”
Su Yicen: ……
An inexplicable old-married-couple vibe hit him, throwing Su Yicen off his rhythm for once and leaving him at a loss.
After a moment of silence, Su Yicen made no further advances. His grilling wasn’t over yet.
The jealousy in his heart surged again. In a drifting voice, he asked,
“That Zhou Chiyu calls you Chanchan?”
“When did the two of you get so close?”
He dragged out his tone, prodding her. “Hmm—, Teacher Song?”
The room’s lights cast a dim yellow glow, making the surroundings even more intimate.
Su Yicen’s pitch-black pupils reflected Song Chan’s panicked expression. Her hand poked out from the covers, clutching the edge to shield half her face.
It wasn’t surprising for Su Yicen to feel jealous. After all, outside, to keep boundaries clear, he could only call her ‘Teacher Song,’ while others got to use her nickname.
His jealousy stretched on endlessly. He had no plans to let her off easy.
After waiting ages with no response from Song Chan,
Su Yicen simply threw a childish fit, tilting his head like a kid. It erased any trace of his usual icy demeanor.
“Song Chan, can’t you tell I’m mad?”
He lowered his voice, tinged with grievance.
“You won’t even coax me…”
Seeing him like this, the one under verbal fire couldn’t help smiling.
In a soft, coaxing voice, she said, “Are you a little kid? Do you need coaxing?”
Song Chan’s softened tone sent ripples through Su Yicen’s heart. Damn it, he ate up her gentleness.
He fully immersed himself in the aggrieved role.
His usually firm lips pouted downward. His distinct-knuckled hand tugged lightly at her covers, shaking them.
“I do…”
Feeling helpless yet amused,
Song Chan couldn’t bring herself to stay cold and chase him off.
Through the covers, she patted Su Yicen’s body, signaling him to scoot up a bit.
Song Chan shifted toward the side of the bed, freeing up space next to her, and draped the covers over him.
“Fine then, you can sleep here, alright?”
Opportunities were made, not given—and no one knew that better than Su Yicen.
Hearing her yield, he didn’t even bother changing out of his clothes. He lifted the covers, slipped in, and pulled her into his arms.
Her explanation came belatedly.
“I can’t control what others call me.”
Su Yicen wasn’t buying it.
“Then can you control me?”
“Why can’t you let me call you Chanchan outside too?”
“That’s different.” Song Chan cut him off.
She nearly brought up the Secret Marriage Agreement, but that thing had long faded from her mind.
Song Chan knew full well that things between her and Su Yicen had long broken free of the agreement’s shackles.
But too many external factors remained. Just some netizen’s imagined CP pairing had caused such a massive uproar.
Song Chan was a coward. She didn’t dare imagine what kind of bombshell it would be if their secret marriage ever went public.
After a long pause, she only muttered,
“Su Yicen, I’m not your girlfriend yet.”
It was a reminder for him—and for herself.
Hearing that, Su Yicen laughed. He tightened his hold on her, as if trying to melt her into his body.
His belt dug into the soft flesh at her waist, making her frown faintly.
Su Yicen blew gently into her ear, itching at her heart tip.
Low by her ear, he murmured, “Song Chan, you seem pretty good at playing ambiguous…”
As he spoke, he lifted her chin. A hint of resolve appeared on his face.
“You’re indeed not my girlfriend.”
“We’re legally married with a certificate…”
“Right…?”
“Wife…”
His slow, deliberate words plucked at her heartstrings.
Song Chan held her breath and averted her eyes from Su Yicen, refusing to look at him.
She changed the subject, turning over in his arms to face away from him.
“I was on a plane all day. I’m too tired.”
“The crew has a group dinner tomorrow. Let’s sleep properly tonight.”
Su Yicen echoed her words, biting down on key syllables. The implication was obvious.
“Yeah, we should sleep properly.”
Then he shot back, “But we haven’t taken off our clothes. How do we sleep?”
With that, he lifted the covers and reached a hand toward Song Chan.
She swatted away his encroaching hand without mercy and shoved at his body.
“Stop fooling around, or I won’t have any energy tomorrow.”
“Then skip it. I’ll call in for you.”
Su Yicen’s hand roamed restlessly over Song Chan, pinching neither lightly nor heavily.
“Wasn’t it you who told me to sleep properly…”
“Why back out now?”
He truly milked the aggrieved act for all it was worth.
Song Chan nearly forgot that Su Yicen was the Film Emperor who’d snagged two Film and Television Awards.
She let out a light tsk, her voice turning cool.
“When I said ‘sleep properly,’ I meant it as a noun.”
“Oh.” He replied shamelessly, “I thought it was a verb.”
A light kiss landed incidentally on her neck from behind.
Teasing in his tone: “Sleep together—you unhappy?”
Song Chan replied indifferently.
“You’re the one who’s happy. I’m too tired; I just want to rest.”
“Unhappy, Teacher Song?”
“Or are you hinting at something?”
She felt the pressure around her drop sharply, danger closing in.
Before Song Chan could respond, her body was suddenly twisted back toward him. A abrupt kiss sealed her lips.
Dominant and rough, leaving her no room to react.
The overbearing kiss that choked off her breath was overwhelmingly invasive. Su Yicen captured her lips; his teeth nicked somewhere, rolling in a bloody taste with sharp pain that snapped Song Chan’s mind alert.
Even as she struggled for air, he showed no sign of releasing her.
Su Yicen pulled back from her kiss-swollen lips, licking down to her earlobe. He nibbled and kissed her neck, then unsatisfied, trailed to her collarbone and shoulders, peppering them with fragmented kisses.
The lingering, tender kisses left Song Chan’s body entirely limp, melting her into a puddle without strength.
Softly by her ear, he whispered, “Then tonight, Teacher Song, just enjoy it.”
“I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
When Su Yicen leaned in restlessly once more, he didn’t get her in his arms—instead, a pillow filled them.
Right after, his arms emptied as Song Chan shoved the pillow between them.
“Chu River Han Boundary. Cross it, and you’re done for.”
The scolded man didn’t take it to heart, putting on a casual front.
“What’re you gonna do—finish me off?”
Even as he spoke, Su Yicen’s body crossed the line.
Before his drawn-out ending note faded, Song Chan kicked him right off the bed.
The man who’d been booted off the bed was dazed. It took him two seconds to regroup.
“Song Chan, are you trying to murder your husband!”
Song Chan sat up and whipped her head around, fixing him with a sharp glare.
Instantly, Su Yicen fell silent.
In Feng Zheng’s room, a certain Top Traffic Idol was grievously venting his woes.
Recounting his tragic ordeal that night.
Feng Zheng: “So, you got kicked out?”
As his manager, Feng Zheng felt a bit exasperated that iron couldn’t be forged into steel.
“You’re supposed to be a top traffic idol, and you got kicked out just like that?”
Su Yicen nodded. “What else? It’s because I like her.”
“You don’t know, the way she pouts unintentionally when she’s angry is really cute…”
He went on and on, wearing a completely lovestruck expression that was even more sincere than his earlier complaining.
Feng Zheng had to interrupt him.
“Next time something like this happens, can you not come to me?”
Feng Zheng’s head was about to explode. He had endless work to do, and now he was being chased around and force-fed dog food.
Although over the past six months, ever since those two got their marriage certificate, Su Yicen’s personality had changed a lot and he had become much easier to get along with—which made Feng Zheng happy to see—
No matter how happy he was, he couldn’t stand being fed dog food like this all the time!
Was Su Yicen here to vent? Why did his room reek of the sour stench of romance ever since he walked in!
Su Yicen didn’t take it to heart. “If not you, then who?”
“In the end, won’t you still have to handle the PR…”
Stumped and speechless, Feng Zheng could only listen despondently as he finished talking.
Su Yicen talked for ages, using the pretext of complaining to show off their lovey-dovey daily life, and even started giggling foolishly toward the end.
Feng Zheng grew so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open and had to interrupt him again.
“It’s the middle of the night—why call me to listen to this?”
“Your wife won’t let you sleep in the room, so why are you bothering me?”
Su Yicen let out a sigh, shook his head, and gave him a look like he was beyond saving.
“Boring. There’s nothing to say to a single dog like you without a wife.”
Feng Zheng: ……
With that, he got up to leave.
He didn’t forget to tell Feng Zheng.
“I’m going to sleep with my wife. You should rest early too.”
Feng Zheng, annoyed, shot back: “Your wife won’t let you on the bed.”
But that top idol didn’t care at all. He even said proudly.
“No problem. A good man can bend and stretch.”
“I can sleep on the floor.”
Feng Zheng: ……
He watched as the guy left, but not two seconds later, he came right back, dropping one last boast.
“Brother Feng, I’m off to sleep with my wife.”
“You rest early too. No need to be too envious of me.”