With the active encouragement of his mistress, they had a successful third date.
The person next to him slowly leaned in, over the armrest of the chair.
A pair of hands slipped through his arms and wrapped around him, holding him gently.
As before, the man buried his head in his shoulder and breathed deeply, his face nuzzled against the soft black hair that smelled of shampoo, as gentle as a large dog’s fur.
The person being “sucked in” sat stiffly in the chair, not sure where to place their hands, which remained flat on their knees.
After a minute, Song Jianchu’s ears were on fire and he lightly patted the person hanging onto him. “Okay.”
Mu Ye buried his head in Song Jianchu’s shoulder and didn’t move, whispering softly, “Hmm, you don’t have to force yourself.”
“No,” Song Jianchu said calmly. “I just didn’t want you to get tired.”
“I won’t,” Mu Ye replied.
Five minutes later, Song Jianchu’s face was almost steaming, and he tried to remain calm. “Let’s stop here today, you’ve worked hard.”
Mu Ye still didn’t move, taking a deep breath from his coat. “It’s still more comfortable to be held by a girl.”
Song Jianchu frowned. “Just hold me a little longer.”
Mu Ye chuckled softly. “Okay.”
Ten minutes passed, and Song Jianchu was about to melt from his own body heat. He forced a smile and asked, “I think it’s about time to stop, don’t you think?”
“It’s okay, I can still hold on,” Mu Ye replied in a lazy and soothing voice, stroking Song Jianchu’s back with his palm. “As long as you’re happy, don’t worry about me.”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes. “…Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, Song Jianchu had turned into a lifeless pillow. He squinted his eyes and asked in a soft voice, “Muye teacher, can I change positions?”
Mu Ye remained quiet and buried his head.
Feeling the steady and long breaths by his ear, Song Jianchu paused, and then lowered his eyes. “Teacher Mu?”
Perhaps it was because he had worked too hard today, but Mu Ye had fallen asleep.
Song Jianchu watched him for a while, observing the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and then carefully adjusted his position to make him more comfortable.
The gentle breeze in the mountains blew through the trees, birds chirping in the distance. The sunshine that filtered through the forest was fresh and warm.
Gradually, as if getting used to the intimacy, Song Jianchu’s heart rate returned to normal.
A few minutes later, he couldn’t hold on any longer and his eyelids lazily drooped shut. Unconsciously, he lifted his left hand and draped it over the sleeping person’s waist.
Mu Ye dozed lightly for ten minutes before slowly opening his eyes and lifting his head from the sleeping boy’s shoulder.
Mu Ye carefully removed the hand placed on him, leaned back, and pulled the person next to him to his shoulder while holding their waist, bringing them closer.
Adjusting to a comfortable position, Mu Ye held the person with one arm and leisurely picked up the coffee on the table to take a sip.
He turned his head and gazed down at the person’s sleeping face on his shoulder.
The boy’s eyelashes were long, leaving a fluffy shadow under his closed eyes.
His lip color was pale, with a soft and young-looking light pink shade.
Observing him absentmindedly while drinking his coffee, Mu Ye lazily curved his lips.
With interest in his eyes, he moved his hand up and lightly patted the boy’s arm.
Before the evening business began, the demon king manager and the variety show fanatic had their first face-to-face confrontation.
As the sun had already set, and there were less than three hours until the evening business, the variety show fanatic suddenly made it difficult for the restaurant, demanding a special Christmas event for the last night of the three-day-two-night business, to entertain a hundred fans who came to celebrate Christmas with the male celebrities.
Actually, the main purpose of the fan group was to celebrate the first variety show appearance of the male celebrity work group.
After listening, Pei Shinian looked bewildered and asked, “A hundred people dining together, plus regular customers, it’s almost like a small wedding banquet. Overtime doesn’t matter, but can our restaurant accommodate them?”
Lu Shen replied, “Even waiting for a seat will take until midnight.”
Mu Ye added, “We can watch the sunrise after they finish eating.”
With a hundred fans coming together for Christmas, there was no way the restaurant could accommodate them, so they had to set up a food stall in the courtyard.
It would be fine in the summer, but it was winter now, and even in the south, it was still a crazy proposal.
For this reason, the debate between the demon king and the fanatic had been going on for fifteen minutes.
The staff sat on a row of small stools in the courtyard, watching the argument.
“Do you know the lowest temperature at night in the mountains?” Song Jianchu stood with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the production team’s row of seats and sneered. “Are you trying to give fans a benefit, or are you trying to give them a case of illness?”
Entertainment maniac with a cold expression: “Our team-building activity last night was held outdoors.”
“You want to light twenty bonfires in the yard?” Song Jianchu sneered, “Should I call a plane to artificially induce rain? Are you just afraid of not being able to celebrate the new year?”
The entertainment maniac had only one response: “There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved.”
Song Jianchu nodded. “In less than three hours, we couldn’t even build a decent Mongolian yurt. Do you think it’s feasible to replace the grass in the yard with electric blankets?”
“It’s possible,” replied the entertainment maniac. “As long as you can find ones that big.”
[“Changing grass to electric blankets, hahaha, that’s hilarious”]
[“These two arguing is so funny”]
[“The great demon king vs the entertainment maniac”]
Pei Shinian enjoyed watching the commotion and added fuel to the fire, “Boss, destroy him!”
Kun Yu’an held onto the last shred of hope, “Boss, come on!!!”
Mu Ye lazily rested his face on his knee, with a slight smile on his lips. “Boss is so handsome.”
[“Help! It’s only been two days, and Mu Ye has already become the boss’s little flatterer?”]
[“Have their roles switched?”]
[“They are each other’s biggest fanboys.”]
The entertainment maniac said mercilessly, “You still have two and a half hours to prepare. The fan club has already boarded the bus and departed.”
Song Jianchu: “……”
[“When did this happen? Why didn’t I see any news about it online?”]
[“I know, it seems like all the veteran fans were chosen by the male idol’s fan club.”]
[“Yes, I went too, and we had to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Hehe.”]
[“Jealousy is making me wallow in misery (lemon emoji)”]
Bai Xingyu asked, “Manager, should we start preparing now?”
“We’ve already left,” replied Song Jianchu calmly. “Everyone, start preparing for the reception. First, take out the outdoor tables and chairs from the warehouse and set them up.”
The male employees went to move the tables and chairs.
Kun Yu’an asked, “Manager, what about me?”
“Just prepare for normal business at the store,” Song Jianchu said. “Sorry, it’s a busy day today, and you’ve worked hard.”
“No problem,” Kun Yu’an smiled and said, “Everyone is working hard, so I’ll go prepare for business.”
Because they were celebrating Christmas in advance, they didn’t have any Christmas materials prepared for the lunchtime business, and time was tight. Regular transportation would not be fast enough.
Luckily, Old Zhang hadn’t flown the helicopter out of K County yet.
While the employees were setting up the tables and chairs, Song Jianchu took out his dedicated manager phone and called Old Zhang again, giving him a list of supplies.
In less than two hours, the employees were setting up the outdoor dining area. Along with the whirring sound of the helicopter’s propellers, a strong wind blew over the empty space in front of the store.
Kun Yu’an was helping to clean the outdoor tables and was almost blinded by the wind.
She lifted her arm to shield herself from the strong wind and raised her head. “?”
Pei Shinian was moving chairs and shouted back into the store, “Manager! Your air drop has arrived!”
Kun Yu’an: “???”
[“It’s here, the Demon King Manager’s exclusive air drop!”]
[“The manager comes with a godly cheat code.”]
Song Jianchu was personally making a special Christmas dessert, apple pie. He took off his apron and walked out of the store, arranging things. “Let’s all go help unpack the air drop.”
Pei Shinian exclaimed excitedly, “Air drop! I love air drops!”
[“hhhh Nian Nian, you can tell that he has inserted himself into the situation. Why run so fast? Is he trying to take the AWM for himself?”]
The male employees calmly followed the store manager to dismantle the airdrop. Kun Yu’an looked at the scene in front of him, which was not quite in line with the style of the program, and his eyes gradually became confused.
…Does this variety show really require such a huge investment?
Old Zhang perfectly dropped the airdrop at the designated drop point, wearing a communication headset in the helicopter, and made a cool finger gesture before turning the helicopter in the opposite direction and flying away.
Song Jianchu also made the same gesture below.
[“Ah, son, this move is so cool.”]
Twenty minutes before the fan club arrived, a tall and exquisite Christmas tree was erected in the empty space in front of the store.
Mu Ye connected the power to the Christmas tree, and the colored light bulbs lit up, instantly creating a festive atmosphere.
The outdoor table and chairs that can accommodate 100 guests were spread throughout the courtyard, and 100 Christmas gifts were placed on the table.
Safe and reliable outdoor heaters were also scientifically distributed among the tables and chairs. When entering the seating area, the air temperature was very comfortable, and even the cool nights in the mountains could not invade it. It was even more attractive than indoor dining environments.
The outdoor dining area was replaced with star-shaped light sources, which together with the Christmas tree light bulbs, softly illuminated the empty space, romantic and warm.
The barrage was full of amazement and admiration.
[“Wow, so beautiful!!!”]
[“The spirit of variety shows is right, there is nothing that can’t be done in the world.”]
[“– As long as there is the financial ability of the Demon King’s little brother.”]
[“The Demon King store manager is too reliable, it really seems like there is nothing he can’t do.”]
All preparations were completed, and the male god employees put on Christmas hats, while the goddess employee wore a cute red deer antler headband.
The fan club still had a few minutes to arrive.
One-day employee Kun Yu’an has only two hours left before she finishes work. She looks at everyone who is busy and shyly proposes, “Manager, male god brothers, tonight I am leaving, can I take a group photo with everyone?”
Pei Shinian looked at the goddess wearing cute deer antlers and immediately agreed, “Sure, I can use it to post on Weibo on Christmas Day.”
Song Jianchu said, “Sure.”
Bai Xingyu put down what he was holding and said, “Let’s do it.”
The production team set up the camera, and everyone stood in front of the beautiful Christmas tree, leaving the center position to the one-day employee who was about to leave.
After taking a nice group photo in front of the Christmas tree, everyone continued to work.
Pei Shinian didn’t move and nervously said to the goddess, “Can we take a photo together?”
Kun Yu’an smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
The two stood together, and Pei Shinian turned his head and asked, “Can I put my arm around your shoulder?”
Kun Yu’an generously replied, “No problem, come on.”
Pei Shinian carefully placed his hand on the goddess’s shoulder, his heart beating rapidly, thinking that those hundreds of potatoes he peeled were not in vain.
[“Nian Nian, do you have any ambition??”]
[“This idol, why do you have such a big burden??”]
[“Forgive you, anyway, she has someone in her heart, you guys don’t stand a chance.”]
After taking the photo, Pei Shinian had a happy expression on his face and went back to work satisfied.
Kun Yu’an looked around and called out to Mu Ye, who was about to enter the store, “Teacher Mu, can I take a photo with you?”
Mu Ye stopped in his tracks and looked back, “Sure.”
[“Heartbreaking for Nian Nian.”]
[“Hahaha, what a cheesy love triangle.”]
Kun Yu’an had worked hard all day for this moment.
She nervously stood next to Mu Ye and carefully moved closer, asking expectantly, “Teacher Mu, can I hold your arm?”
Mu Ye smiled and said, “Sure.”
Successfully holding onto the male god’s arm, Kun Yu’an’s face was already red.
[“Although he is my son’s rival, I still congratulate Kun Xiaonu for successfully chasing her idol.”]
[“Congratulations, congratulations.”]
Finally getting a photo with her male god, Kun Yu’an thought to herself, the suffering she went through today was worth it!
As she was about to go and complete her final task, the male god who had walked away suddenly said, “Manager, can I take a photo with you?”
Kun Yu’an’s happy smile froze on her face, “?”
Before she could even turn around, she heard the male god’s voice with a hint of embarrassment, “Manager, can I hold your arm?”