31 ☪ Hot Romance 31
◎Eat It Up◎
Su Yicen’s gentle voice floated lightly as he said those two words, stirring a tingling itch in her heart.
But along with “wife,” chaotic voices from the other end of the call burst into Song Chan’s ears.
The birthday livestream had just ended, and with so many staff and fans still at the scene, they definitely hadn’t all left yet.
The tingling itch in Song Chan’s heart was quickly replaced by tension.
How could he say that in public? What if someone heard?
The WeChat chat showed “the other person is typing” flickering for a long time. Song Chan guessed what Su Yicen was about to send next and replied decisively to stop him from continuing to tease her.
Song Chan: 【Su Yicen!】
The obvious threat in her words was all in that exclamation mark.
Afraid it wasn’t forceful enough, Song Chan also added an emoticon of an angry little cat.
Her threat worked, and the typing on the other side clearly paused.
After a moment, the chat box finally popped up, and his attitude was much more proper.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【I still have work to do here, so I’ll be back late from the event.】
Such itinerary reports had become routine lately, and Song Chan replied to him as usual.
Song Chan: 【Oh.】
Just after sending it, a feeling arose in her heart that this Flower Peacock hadn’t finished speaking.
She didn’t even know when she had started understanding Su Yicen so well, as if she had unknowingly let him get close to her heart, and she was also trying to get to know and understand him anew.
Sure enough, before Song Chan could exit the chat page, two short messages popped up quickly.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Wait for me.】
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Wife.】
“He’s addicted to calling me that, huh!”
Song Chan clenched her fist, then quickly let it go.
She actually didn’t mind the term of endearment, but she definitely wasn’t used to it yet.
She reminded him solemnly once more.
Song Chan: 【Mr. Su, I trust I don’t need to remind you again about the contents of our secret marriage agreement.】
Song Chan knew that as soon as she said this, Su Yicen would surrender.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Miss Song, I know I was wrong.】
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Have a happy birthday today. Wait for me at home.】
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Time slipped away in annoying work until dusk fell, and Song Chan finally finished the first draft of the closing speech for the charity gala.
She sent the draft to Lin Jinhe, already prepared for it to be sent back for rewrites, but hoping it wouldn’t be today.
She just wanted some time to quietly celebrate her birthday for a few hours.
She opened the food delivery app and browsed the cake options. Though she wasn’t too particular about ambiance, cake was an essential ritual for birthdays, so she had to treat herself.
Song Chan selected a 6-inch mousse cake. It had no elaborate decorations or canned fruits marinated in syrup—just clean, light pink cream frosting dotted with a few cherry sauce squeezes.
Clean, simple, fresh and minimalist. She didn’t know how it would taste, but at least the cake’s appearance matched Song Chan’s aesthetic perfectly.
Just as she confirmed the style and was about to place the order, the front door opened.
Su Yicen came back carrying an exquisite transparent cake box.
The first thing he said upon entering was, “Miss Song, happy birthday.”
Su Yicen hooked the corners of his lips, looking in a great mood. He lightly shook the cake box in his hand, then carefully supported it with his other hand, his serious demeanor showing none of the airs of a top traffic idol.
Song Chan stood up to greet him. “I was just about to buy a cake.”
Su Yicen placed the cake box on the table and untied the ribbon above with his distinctively jointed fingers.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes lightly upturned beneath his glasses, his gaze falling on her.
“Miss Song, having me… is enough.”
Song Chan’s gaze shifted up from the cake and met his eyes. She narrowed her own eyes and stared intently at him.
Before she could speak, the Flower Peacock wisely folded his feathers, smiled placatingly, and added a few words.
“Having my… cake is enough.”
The white paper lid of the cake box opened, revealing a sunflower mousse cake with a light green cream base and a clean surface.
The sunflower cake perfectly matched Song Chan’s aesthetic—simple and clean with no extra embellishments. In the center of the blooming sunflowers clustered a few small words.
【Chanchan】
【Happy birthday】
Song Chan was stunned for a moment, her lively, enchanting eyes trapped by the sight of the sunflowers on the cake.
A clear, unhurried male voice asked her, “Do you like it?”
Song Chan snapped back and lifted her eyes, colliding with the pitch-black depths beneath his glasses.
Su Yicen’s black eyes were usually cold and piercing, chilling others to the bone, but whenever they met hers, they held only sparkling tenderness.
She dodged his scorching gaze, her answer mumbled and unclear.
“It’s… pretty… nice…”
The atmosphere inexplicably turned ambiguous, the air filled with cream scent, dyeing threads of dense emotion into her clear eyes.
Suddenly, Song Chan seemed to remember something, and her moved gaze instantly cleared again.
She shifted her body to the side, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and snapped photos of the cake.
Looking at the pictures in her album, she frowned slightly. Though a bit embarrassed, she spoke to Su Yicen.
“Um… could you move over a bit? Your hand is in the frame.”
A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes, but Su Yicen good-naturedly hummed in agreement and shifted his body a few inches away.
The camera shutter clicked repeatedly as she took several more shots of the sunflower cake. Once she had satisfactory pictures, Song Chan belatedly explained.
“Our editor just reminded me to post on Weibo for my birthday business. I almost forgot…”
As she murmured, her hands weren’t idle, adding a suitable filter to the photos.
Su Yicen asked her, “Done shooting?”
Song Chan nodded. “Wait for me to post on Weibo.”
No sooner had she spoken than her wrist was caught by a warm, large hand. Su Yicen took her phone away and placed it on his side.
“Confiscated. Post it later.”
“First, celebrate your birthday.”
“Wait.” Song Chan interrupted him, her expression unusually serious. “Su Yicen, I think we need to talk.”
When the little cat got fierce, her scratches drew blood.
Su Yicen wisely eased his grip, patiently waiting for her to speak.
She questioned him. “Do you know how dangerous it was during today’s livestream?”
“Your little thoughts were all discovered by the CP fans. Do you know how dangerous that is?…”
He watched her anxious expression quietly, a smile curving his lips, looking utterly unconcerned about the consequences.
Instead of answering, he countered, “Are you scared?”
Stumped by his question, Song Chan paused before replying.
“This isn’t about being scared or not. The ZE Fashion Charity Gala is about to announce its guests officially, and we can’t have any accidents right now.”
At this point, helplessness crept into Song Chan’s tone.
“I’m the main person in charge of the 20th Anniversary Issue. You’re making this very difficult for me.”
Hearing her answer, the tension in Su Yicen’s heart quietly eased, and he secretly celebrated that Song Chan was finally no longer drawing a clear line between them.
“Okay, I was wrong.”
Su Yicen’s response was so sincere that Song Chan forgot how to react for a moment.
He asked her earnestly, “You’re really not scared? What if it gets exposed like this?”
Her short-circuiting brain reacted instinctively.
“What’s there to be scared of? We’re legally married with a certificate. What could exposure do?”
Meeting his deep, dark eyes, Song Chan realized what she had said.
She quickly changed tack, raising her voice emphatically.
“But the agreement rules still need to be followed. I can forgive you this once.”
“If you do it again next time, we’ll end this relationship according to the secret marriage agreement.”
“Okay.” He seemed utterly compliant, agreeing readily. “Whatever you say.”
“So, can we eat the cake now?”
“Wait.”
Song Chan had noticed earlier that the cake didn’t have Su Yicen’s name on it, unsure if he had forgotten or done it on purpose.
After all, it was their shared birthday today. How could she forget him?
Song Chan stood up, took a small fork from the packaging bag, and used its handle to add Su Yicen’s initials next to “Chanchan.”
【Chanchan, SYC】
【Happy birthday】
He had wished her happy birthday all day, and now it was finally her turn.
Song Chan said, “Happy birthday, Su Yicen.”
Her action clearly caught Su Yicen off guard. Surprise flickered in his eyes, his usually stoic expression momentarily stunned. His voice softened as he called her nickname.
“Thank you…”
“Chanchan…”
The gentle two syllables didn’t match Su Yicen’s icy poker face, but whenever he faced Song Chan, his eyes held a deep affection that left no room for anyone else.
His devoted look made her heart flutter wildly. Even after seeing it many times, facing his handsome face still made Song Chan uncontrollably shy.
Suddenly, Su Yicen asked her, “Do you know what sunflowers represent?”
The sunflowers on the cake bloomed vibrantly, facing her, just as he faced her.
From the day she saw through his feelings, sunflowers had become their unspoken code, and of course, Song Chan knew the meaning.
She nodded. “I know.”
Candlelight flickered on the cake, casting their shadows on the white wall.
Even though he was prepared, when Song Chan said she knew, Su Yicen’s heart still thudded.
He picked up some cream from the cake with his fingertip and smeared it on Song Chan’s nose.
The cool sensation snapped her awake. With a glance from the corner of her eye, she saw the light green cream on her nose tip.
Whether it was the ruined atmosphere or anger at the cream smear, Song Chan wasn’t one to swallow her pride.
She scooped some cream from the cake with her finger and smeared it back on Su Yicen’s face.
Su Yicen neither got angry nor anxious, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.
As she watched him extend his tongue to lick the cream from the corner of his lips, Song Chan belatedly realized she had fallen into his trap again.
His deep black eyes brimmed with seduction, stirring an inexplicable thrill in the air.
Song Chan’s wrist was firmly grasped by Su Yicen.
He pulled her hand over, his dark pupils fixed on her eyes. His distinctly lined lips parted slowly, taking her cream-covered fingertip into his mouth.
Her finger enveloped by his lips—warm, wet, soft—the wondrous sensation made Song Chan’s heart race faster and faster, a numbing tingle spreading through her body until his lips released her finger.
Su Yicen rasped his evaluation. “Very sweet.”
Unclear if he meant the cream or the person before him.
But it wasn’t enough. Su Yicen leaned in closer, his desire-laden black eyes clearly targeting her nose tip.
His lips parted and closed as his tongue tip licked the cream from her nose, his white teeth teasingly nipping lightly.
The electric sensation tensed Song Chan’s body, her heartbeat growing louder under his teasing.
Su Yicen’s kiss invaded her lips without mercy.
The cream on his tongue was fed into Song Chan’s mouth, its sweetness spreading in the kiss, mingling with her taste as he swallowed it all.
Only when suffocation hit did Su Yicen release her, panting roughly.
He held the same position, one hand cradling her neck, his eyes ambiguously fixed on her kiss-swollen lips, faint cream traces lingering at the corners.
Su Yicen raised his brows slightly, his tone not quite a command.
“Be good, Chanchan. Don’t waste it.”
“Eat it up.”