Chapter 54 – Cheating
Lin Yan picked Meiqiu up, thinking to himself— what he was holding right now was no longer just Meiqiu.
It was Lu Heng.
So when he leaned in to kiss him, he hesitated for a moment.
But Meiqiu pressed his little paw against Lin Yan’s chest, as if saying, Why aren’t you kissing me yet?
Lin Yan looked over. Meiqiu stared back at him in shock, eyes wide open.
Then Lin Yan lowered his head and kissed Meiqiu’s soft, chubby little face.
For some reason, Lin Yan simply couldn’t equate this adorable little gray fluffball with Lu Heng.
But why had Meiqiu come to his house again?
So… that was it.
He really hadn’t expected that someone as rule-abiding as Lu Heng would actually need to use such a method to cheat.
Fine then—Lin Yan would go along with his wishes.
After all, teasing a cat was something Lin Yan quite enjoyed.
Understanding dawned on him. He chuckled softly and pretended to send Ding Yue a message on his phone, occasionally glancing toward Meiqiu.
Meiqiu lifted his paws and scampered onto the table, tucked his little hands against his chest, puckered his mouth, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
Normally Lin Yan only typed messages, but this time, he deliberately sent a voice message so Meiqiu could hear it.
“Auntie, a kitten ran into my house. Do you want me to bring him back to you?”
Then Lin Yan pretended to receive a reply and deliberately read it out loud.
“Oh—you’re abroad.”
“Auntie, then I’ll keep him at my place for a few days and help you look after him.”
Meiqiu, listening nearby, had his ears perked up the entire time. He pretended to play with the big orange cat, but was actually focused on every word Lin Yan said.
The big orange cat tried to play with Meiqiu, but Meiqiu barely paid him any attention and shoved him away with one paw.
Meiqiu: Go away. I don’t have time to mess around right now.
Lin Yan returned to his bedroom. Meiqiu followed after him.
If Lin Yan didn’t know that Meiqiu was actually Lu Heng, he wouldn’t feel any burden at all—he might even let the cat sleep with him.
But the moment he thought about Lu Heng being inside Meiqiu’s body, he shut the door without hesitation.
Bang.
The sound startled Meiqiu backward.
“Meow.” Why won’t he let me in?
The big orange cat meowed beside him. “He never lets anyone in anyway.”
Meiqiu turned his head—he could actually understand what the cat was saying.
Well… he was a cat now. It wasn’t that strange.
“None of your business,” Meiqiu snapped at the orange cat.
“You’re that tall guy, right?” the orange cat asked, lying down like he was watching a show.
“How do you know?” Meiqiu was shocked again, his eyes going perfectly round.
“Are you really a cat? Cats recognize by scent,” the orange cat said smugly, secretly pleased at getting one back at him. Serves you right for being so fierce earlier.
The orange cat had been a stray for a long time. He’d seen people like Lu Heng before—though only once.
That cat later turned into a human and was taken in by an extremely wealthy family.
Back then, the orange cat’s life had been pretty comfortable, because that person would always bring him food and even take him home to play from time to time.
The big orange cat had always lived like a stray and didn’t like staying in one place for too long, so he eventually ran off again. After getting injured later on, however, he finally settled down. Being able to stay in someone’s home was far more stable than wandering the world on his own.
As for recognizing Meiqiu by scent—of course he knew.
“Meow.”
That sound was merely a tone particle in cat language. It carried only hostility, no actual meaning.
“Believe it or not, I’ll throw you back to my place tomorrow,” Meiqiu threatened. “My house is way bigger than his.”
“I’m not going,” the orange cat said. “He’s much nicer than you. At least he doesn’t yell at me.”
“What did you say?!” Meiqiu shouted.
After his burst of anger, Meiqiu forced himself to calm down. It had been a long time since he’d been a cat, and suddenly returning to this form felt unfamiliar—especially since it was his first time actually communicating with other cats. He wasn’t quite used to it.
After turning into a cat and staying in Lin Yan’s home, he felt far more relaxed than before. When he had emotions, he could just let them out.
“What’s your name?” Meiqiu asked, realizing it was rude to keep being fierce to a small cat.
“Jinzi.”
“What a trash name,” Meiqiu said disdainfully, tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“As if Meiqiu is any better,” Jinzi shot back. “You’re not even black—why Meiqiu? You’re just a ball.”
The argument between the two cats continued nonstop.
Lin Yan covered his ears with a pillow, irritated by the noise. Outside the bedroom door, meowing rang out one after another. The two cats sounded like they were doing parkour—or fighting—constantly yowling.
From time to time, there were low growls from one of them, sharp and hoarse, as if tearing at their throats.
Lin Yan had once seen videos saying that this kind of situation usually meant kittens were arguing—apparently unavoidable when they first met.
Still, the thought that someone like Lu Heng would actually argue with others was rather ridiculous. But Lin Yan figured it wouldn’t escalate into a real fight, so he didn’t interfere.
He hadn’t slept well the night before, and after a whole day of emotional ups and downs—plus the effects of alcohol—his eyelids grew heavy. Before long, he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, the kittens in the living room were still fighting.
Over the cat bed.
“This is mine,” Meiqiu declared, jumping onto it first. “Lin Yan bought it for me.”
“But I’ve been sleeping here these past few days,” the orange cat said pitifully.
Meiqiu ignored him, hopped into the bed, and forcibly squeezed the orange cat out. He flicked his butt and lay down inside, lowering his eyelids. He left one eye half open to glance at Jinzi before turning his head away.
“I’ve been wandering for so long,” the orange cat continued. “I’ve never slept in such a nice bed.”
Seeing that Meiqiu didn’t respond, he sighed.
“Fine, you can have it. I won’t sleep there. After all, my owner likes polite, considerate kittens.”
Hearing this, Meiqiu lifted his head.
Damn it—this trick actually works on me.
“Meow!!” Meiqiu yelled, jumping out of the bed. “Fine! You! Sleep!”
He then climbed onto the sofa and curled up there. The scent of Lin Yan was strong on it, making him feel as though he were being held in Lin Yan’s arms.
Gradually, he fell asleep as well.
For two days in a row, Meiqiu had been sticking around Lin Yan’s place. He still hadn’t heard any useful news, and he was so anxious that he paced back and forth around the apartment.
Circling around Lin Yan.
Look at me. Lin Yan, look at me.
You used to talk to me all the time—complaining about other people, too.
Why aren’t you saying anything now?
At that thought, his eyes slanted to the side, locking onto the big orange cat playing with a ball nearby.
The orange cat seemed to sense it. He suddenly froze, looked at Meiqiu—and in the next second, sprang up and bolted in the opposite direction.
The pink mat scraped against the tiles, slipping badly. Jinzi kicked at it several times before he could barely get moving. His legs were practically smoking by the time he escaped the area.
If he hadn’t dodged, Meiqiu would’ve come over and elbowed him.
“What did I do?” Jinzi ran to a corner and yelled. “How did I offend you again?”
“I don’t know,” Meiqiu said. “Just looking at you annoys me.”
“You’re completely unreasonable!” the orange cat howled miserably. “What skill is there in bullying me?”
“Shut up!”
Lin Yan was drawn over by the cats’ argument. He didn’t know why, but these past few days, Lu Heng—now stuck as a kitten—had refused to leave his house and was even bullying a stray kitten.
Was he upset that Lin Yan hadn’t been paying attention to him?
Lin Yan vaguely remembered seeing something like this in a pet-care video before. When two kittens lived together, they might compete for affection.
He just hadn’t expected Lu Heng to act like a kitten too.
He really should soothe the cat a bit—otherwise, having them fight like this every day wasn’t sustainable.
He walked over and stroked Meiqiu from the top of his head downward. The soft fur pressed instantly into his palm. The fur on Meiqiu’s head was smooth and silky, and after a few gentle strokes, Meiqiu visibly calmed down.
The puffed-up kitten was soothed almost immediately. At first, Meiqiu straightened his body, but after a couple more strokes, he turned around and exposed his belly.
Lin Yan followed the fur along his stomach with one more gentle motion.
When he heard the soft purring sound, Lin Yan couldn’t help saying, “You’re really cute.”
The next second, Lin Yan actually saw Meiqiu’s pursed mouth curve into a little W-shape.
Was he… smiling?
This kitten was really easy to comfort.
But Lin Yan still had another kitten at home. The big orange cat poked his head out from beside the sofa.
“Damn… he’s really good at pretending.”
Meiqiu ignored him and twisted his body in enjoyment.
He really loved it when Lin Yan touched him like this. Last time, Lin Yan had only patted his head.
That hadn’t been satisfying at all—this was much better.
Before long, Lin Yan withdrew his hand and stood up.
“I’m going to bed early,” he said. “Tomorrow I’ll go buy buns from that shop. I haven’t had them in a long time—I kind of miss them.”
Meiqiu fell into thought.
The next day, Lin Yan got up very early. Unhurried, he went to work. On the way, he passed by that bun shop—but didn’t stop, continuing straight toward the company.
Lu Heng was already lining up in front of the bun shop.
The moment Lin Yan left home, he didn’t dare waste even a second and rushed over, secretly pleased with himself.
This time… will Lin Yan think I really understand him?
If so, then turning into a cat and lying low in Lin Yan’s home would have been completely worth it.
For two days in a row, Meiqiu had been sticking around Lin Yan’s place. He still hadn’t heard any useful news, and he was so anxious that he paced back and forth around the apartment.
Circling around Lin Yan.
Look at me. Lin Yan, look at me.
You used to talk to me all the time—complaining about other people, too.
Why aren’t you saying anything now?
At that thought, his eyes slanted to the side, locking onto the big orange cat playing with a ball nearby.
The orange cat seemed to sense it. He suddenly froze, looked at Meiqiu—and in the next second, sprang up and bolted in the opposite direction.
The pink mat scraped against the tiles, slipping badly. Jinzi kicked at it several times before he could barely get moving. His legs were practically smoking by the time he escaped the area.
If he hadn’t dodged, Meiqiu would’ve come over and elbowed him.
“What did I do?” Jinzi ran to a corner and yelled. “How did I offend you again?”
“I don’t know,” Meiqiu said. “Just looking at you annoys me.”
“You’re completely unreasonable!” the orange cat howled miserably. “What skill is there in bullying me?”
“Shut up!”
Lin Yan was drawn over by the cats’ argument. He didn’t know why, but these past few days, Lu Heng—now stuck as a kitten—had refused to leave his house and was even bullying a stray kitten.
Was he upset that Lin Yan hadn’t been paying attention to him?
Lin Yan vaguely remembered seeing something like this in a pet-care video before. When two kittens lived together, they might compete for affection.
He just hadn’t expected Lu Heng to act like a kitten too.
He really should soothe the cat a bit—otherwise, having them fight like this every day wasn’t sustainable.
He walked over and stroked Meiqiu from the top of his head downward. The soft fur pressed instantly into his palm. The fur on Meiqiu’s head was smooth and silky, and after a few gentle strokes, Meiqiu visibly calmed down.
The puffed-up kitten was soothed almost immediately. At first, Meiqiu straightened his body, but after a couple more strokes, he turned around and exposed his belly.
Lin Yan followed the fur along his stomach with one more gentle motion.
When he heard the soft purring sound, Lin Yan couldn’t help saying, “You’re really cute.”
The next second, Lin Yan actually saw Meiqiu’s pursed mouth curve into a little W-shape.
Was he… smiling?
This kitten was really easy to comfort.
But Lin Yan still had another kitten at home. The big orange cat poked his head out from beside the sofa.
“Damn… he’s really good at pretending.”
Meiqiu ignored him and twisted his body in enjoyment.
He really loved it when Lin Yan touched him like this. Last time, Lin Yan had only patted his head.
That hadn’t been satisfying at all—this was much better.
Before long, Lin Yan withdrew his hand and stood up.
“I’m going to bed early,” he said. “Tomorrow I’ll go buy buns from that shop. I haven’t had them in a long time—I kind of miss them.”
Meiqiu fell into thought.
The next day, Lin Yan got up very early. Unhurried, he went to work. On the way, he passed by that bun shop—but didn’t stop, continuing straight toward the company.
Lu Heng was already lining up in front of the bun shop.
The moment Lin Yan left home, he didn’t dare waste even a second and rushed over, secretly pleased with himself.
This time… will Lin Yan think I really understand him?
If so, then turning into a cat and lying low in Lin Yan’s home would have been completely worth it.
After it was his turn, Lu Heng bought several buns according to Lin Yan’s usual preferences, and also ordered a cup of soy milk.
He was about to leave when he suddenly turned back and left his phone number with the shop owner.
Lin Yan sat with one leg crossed, thought for a moment, then ran downstairs from the office—only to run back up again.
As soon as he returned, Lu Heng was already waiting at his workstation. When Lin Yan approached, Lu Heng smiled lightly and pulled him into the pantry.
Although Lin Yan knew exactly why Lu Heng had brought him here, the thought that he would have to pretend to be surprised in the next second made him want to laugh.
“You didn’t eat breakfast, right?” Lu Heng handed him the food. “When we went on that business trip last time, I noticed you really liked these. Here.”
But once his mind caught up, Lin Yan realized he had set himself up—because eating buns next to President Lu felt strangely awkward and unnatural.
Why was he acting so shy?
Suddenly, Lin Yan shoved him lightly. “President Lu, have you eaten yet?”
“I have,” Lu Heng replied, still smiling. That smile had been on his face ever since he’d seen Lin Yan.
His complexion looked healthy, the exhaustion from before completely gone. When he smiled, he looked especially good—light fell on the bridge of his nose, natural and bright. His thick brows lifted slightly, his gaze warm and teasing.
He raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Yan’s puffed cheek. “Eat slowly. I have an early meeting, so I’ll head out first.”
Lin Yan nodded.
Once Lu Heng left, Lin Yan instantly relaxed. He tapped his own head.
What was he thinking—eating buns in front of the person he liked?
Seriously, Lin Yan. You’re hopeless.
“President Lu, are we adding a bun stall in the cafeteria?” He Lingchen confirmed what he’d just heard.
“Yes.” Lu Heng flipped through his phone. “Get in touch with them. I’ve sent you the number.”
That way, Lin Yan could eat buns whenever he wanted—no need to wake up early to line up anymore.
“Oh, that’s great,” Chen Xin said. “I heard that bun shop has been acquired by our company.”
Yang Yang leaned over. “Huh? The one you go to all the time?”
“Yeah.” Chen Xin nodded.
“That’s amazing! I finally don’t have to line up for you every day,” Yang Yang raised his hand and cheered. “I can sleep in for another ten minutes!”
“Who told you that?” Wang Hao asked.
“Brother Yang from finance.”
Hearing this, Yang Yang’s face drooped. “Why do you talk to him every day?”
Wang Hao snorted with a laugh. “Wow, now you don’t even bother hiding your jealousy.”
“No, no—we didn’t chat,” Chen Xin quickly explained. “It was just something he posted on Moments.”
After all, this person was really hard to appease when he got jealous.
Listening to them discuss it, Lin Yan felt joy blooming in his heart.
That evening, Lin Yan pulled Meiqiu over again to talk to him. Holding the kitten’s little paw, he gently shook it up and down.
“President Lu bought me buns today. I’m so happy, Meiqiu.”
As he spoke, he lifted Meiqiu up and buried his face in the kitten’s belly, shaking his head slightly as he rubbed against him.
Then his hand accidentally brushed against a pair of little bells.
Lin Yan’s face instantly burned. He hurriedly pulled his hand back.
Ahhhhh—what was he touching?!
Meiqiu seemed completely unfazed, allowing Lin Yan to keep nuzzling him.
“Do you think it’d be good if I ate every meal with President Lu?” Lin Yan said shyly. Even though he knew Meiqiu was actually Lu Heng—and in a way, they were already together all the time—he still couldn’t help feeling bashful. “Eating while looking at President Lu’s face is really such a pleasure.”
Meiqiu: “Meow.” Okay. Consider it arranged.
Jinzi, watching from the side, was once again shocked. “Have you no shame at all?”
“You’d better shut up,” Meiqiu turned and warned him, “and I’ll make sure you’re well fed and clothed.”
Lin Yan lifted his head.
Why were these two cats fighting again? Could it be that they were actually talking to each other?
If he ever got the chance, he really wanted to ask—what on earth did these two talk about all day? It felt like they started arguing after just a few sentences.
The next day at noon, Lin Yan had just finished a project. He tilted his head and pressed his shoulder to relieve the stiffness.
Someone knocked on the door outside his office.
It was lunchtime, and everyone else had gone to the cafeteria. Only Lin Yan remained at his desk—because he was waiting for someone.
And that someone was now knocking.
“Come in,” Lin Yan said. He knew who it was, but still pretended not to.
Lu Heng pushed the door open. “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet,” Lin Yan replied.
“Let’s go.” Lu Heng stepped forward and naturally took Lin Yan’s hand.
He gave it a light squeeze, then pulled Lin Yan up with that motion. Lu Heng’s other hand slipped into his pocket. After pulling him to his feet, he didn’t move right away—instead, he let Lin Yan pause against his chest for a brief moment.
Only then did he leisurely lead him out the door.
Lin Yan’s heart skipped violently.
His racing heartbeat reminded him—Lu Heng was holding his hand, fingers interlaced.
His face flushed slightly as he lowered his head and smiled.
Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?
Lin Yan straightened his back.
Accept this overwhelming affection, he told himself.
When they arrived at the president’s office, several dishes were laid out on the round table in the center. The aroma filled the air, instantly awakening Lin Yan’s appetite.
“Wow, President Lu, do you usually eat this well at lunch?”
“No,” Lu Heng said. “I had this prepared especially for you. Just happened that you hadn’t eaten yet.”
He led Lin Yan over, pulled out a chair for him, and placed both hands on his shoulders, signaling him to sit and eat.
“Then thank you, President Lu,” Lin Yan said with a tilted smile before picking up his chopsticks.
Lu Heng lowered his head and served him some food. “Eat slowly.”
“Mm.”
They didn’t speak much after that.
Lu Heng simply looked at Lin Yan—watching him eat so happily made him feel inexplicably content. He lowered his head and smiled quietly to himself.
If this person could stay by his side every day, accompany him through countless moments, then Lu Heng was truly willing to give him everything he had.
In an instant, the desire to claim Lin Yan’s heart filled his mind once again. Almost unconsciously, he spoke—
“Lin Yan, would you be my boyfriend?”
For a split second, Lin Yan’s hand froze midair.
Wait—wasn’t that a little too sudden?
“You don’t have to answer me right away,” Lu Heng said, amused by Lin Yan’s reaction. He laughed softly. “You don’t need to be surprised. Until you agree, I’ll keep asking you again and again.”
Lin Yan didn’t respond. He lowered his head and continued eating.
Next time, don’t dig a hole for yourself again, he reminded himself.
“Of course,” Lu Heng added, knowing Lin Yan wouldn’t face the question directly yet, “you can also keep confirming it with me. My feelings for you won’t change.”
“Got it, got it. Eat,” Lin Yan said, brushing it off.
That night after returning home, Lin Yan hugged Meiqiu again. He didn’t say anything this time—he was just thinking.
Don’t dig yourself another hole.
“Meiqiu.”
He called out once, but didn’t continue.
Meiqiu: Go on. I can satisfy anything you want.
“My waist hurts.”
It was the truth. His job required him to sit for long hours, and back pain was inevitable.
He set Meiqiu down, turned around, and lay face-down on the sofa. Reaching behind himself, he rubbed his lower back, pressing and kneading it repeatedly.
Sitting for too long really put too much strain on his waist. It was exhausting.
“If only I had a lumbar support cushion,” he muttered softly.
His voice was very quiet.
Then Meiqiu activated his little paws and began stepping repeatedly on Lin Yan’s waist.
The gentle kneading felt incredibly comfortable.
“Yes—right there,” Lin Yan said.
Jinzi watched from the side. Having survived as a stray for so long, he definitely wasn’t lacking in awareness.
He jumped onto Lin Yan’s back as well, copying Meiqiu’s movements. This doesn’t seem hard at all, he thought. Isn’t it just kneading?
Meiqiu turned his head and discovered Jinzi had joined in.
“Get down.”
“No,” Jinzi said, his paws never stopping. He even tried to squeeze Meiqiu aside. “You’re taking all the credit.”
“I! said! get! down!” Meiqiu was practically losing his mind.
“Not! getting! down!”
And just like that, the two cats started fighting on Lin Yan’s back.
The moment paws started flying, the burden on Lin Yan’s waist doubled. At first, the weight was still bearable—until the two of them began running around on his back.
The pressure landed here and there, and even places that hadn’t hurt before were now aching.
Pinned underneath, Lin Yan was startled by the sudden chaos.
“Hey—why are you two fighting now?!”
The battlefield shifted from Lin Yan’s back to the floor. The two kittens continued facing each other, growling lowly.
“Meiqiu, why are you bullying him?” Lin Yan turned his head just in time to see Meiqiu raise his paw and smack the orange cat on the head several times.
When the orange cat noticed Lin Yan looking over, he immediately withdrew the paw he was about to swing at Meiqiu. Then he clutched his head, putting on an expression of being terribly wronged.
“Meow,” Jinzi cried out.
The sound was extremely pitiful—his eyelids drooped, and even his whiskers curved downward along his mouth.
He looked like the most miserable cat in the world.
“Damn it—you’re the one who’s really good at pretending!” Meiqiu roared angrily.
Lin Yan stepped forward and picked up the orange cat, gently stroking his fur as he comforted him softly.
“It’s okay now. It’s okay.”
The orange cat’s eyes were watery. He let out another meow in an overly sweet, affected tone.
To Lin Yan’s ears, it sounded like pure acting cute.
But to Meiqiu, it sounded exactly like a scheming green-tea cat.
He hadn’t even hit him hard just now—meanwhile Jinzi had clearly been ready to use his claws.
Damn it. Meiqiu was furious. He ran over and pawed at Lin Yan’s pant leg.
Lin Yan lowered his head and saw Meiqiu still wearing a fierce expression, completely unapologetic, cheeks puffed with anger.
It was the first time Lin Yan had seen him like this.
…Honestly, he was really cute.
But Lin Yan didn’t plan to comfort him. He only wanted to separate the two cats.
So he simply picked Meiqiu up and carried him back to the bedroom.
Meiqiu opened his mouth wide.
Wait—so pretending to be weak lets you enter the room?
Then he’d do it too!
With a plop, he collapsed onto the floor, pretending he was injured. One leg hung in the air and twitched twice, as if to say: I’m hurt too—very badly. I can’t even stand up.
But Lin Yan only glanced at him once before turning away.
At the moment he turned around, Lin Yan laughed out loud.
Lu Heng competing with a kitten for affection—this was way too funny.
Still, Lin Yan didn’t respond. He went back into the room and closed the door.
He had to separate the two of them—otherwise they’d keep him awake all night with their noise.
…
At work the next day, people from the logistics department came into the office and handed out lumbar support cushions to everyone.
After getting his cushion, Lin Yan tried it immediately. It fully supported his lower back—now sitting for long periods wouldn’t make his waist ache anymore.
So… he really had heard that comment after all.
Everyone in the department received one, and praise erupted instantly.
“Ah, this is way too comfortable,” Sun Ning said, leaning back against it and sighing repeatedly.
No one paid much attention to him.
The remaining few arrived late, saw the cushions on their desks, and tried them out as well.
“Do office workers finally have spring?” Chen Xin said. “Thanks, company.”
Only Lin Yan knew—this was President Lu’s personal benefit for him.
Today, Lu Heng didn’t ask him to go to the office for lunch.
Although yesterday’s situation had been embarrassing, Lin Yan still wanted to see him.
Could Lu Heng be angry? Because yesterday, he hadn’t taken his side?
Lin Yan cautiously walked toward the president’s office. The door wasn’t closed, so he went straight in.
After entering, he looked around—no one was inside. Maybe Lu Heng had gone to a meeting.
Just as Lin Yan turned to leave—he crashed into a solid chest.
He staggered back half a step.
The impact left him momentarily dazed, and the movement tugged at his lower back. He bent slightly and reached back to support his waist.
“Looking for me?” Lu Heng’s voice was gentle, though there was a hint of happiness in his tone.
“Oh—no, no…” Lin Yan stammered slightly as he answered.
Lu Heng lowered his gaze and noticed that Lin Yan was still supporting his waist.
Was it still hurting?
He guided Lin Yan to sit down on the leather chair in the office. The chair was wide enough for two adults. He had Lin Yan sit sideways, with his back facing him.
Lu Heng lifted the hem of Lin Yan’s shirt and supported his waist. His palm pressed gently against Lin Yan’s lower back, slowly kneading the tense muscles.
“Here?” he asked softly.
Lin Yan straightened his back, his voice muffled in his throat. “Mm.”
After confirming the spot, Lu Heng gradually applied more pressure. Lin Yan went from feeling pain at first to slowly feeling comfortable.
Only then did he realize how gentle and considerate that large hand was, carefully soothing the place where he felt discomfort.
Lin Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He couldn’t quite endure it—his body grew increasingly sensitive. Suddenly, he stood up.
“Thank you, President Lu.”
“Feeling better?” Lu Heng’s hand was still paused in the position where he’d been massaging his waist.
“Mm.” Lin Yan sounded a little flustered. “I—I just came to say thank you. Thank you for the cushion.”
After saying that, Lin Yan left.
Lu Heng mulled over what Lin Yan had just said. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
The cushion had been distributed as a company benefit for all employees—so why would Lin Yan come specifically to thank him?
Suddenly, realization struck.
Could it be that the trump card he’d been so proud of…had already been discovered by Lin Yan?