[“Hahahaha”]
[“[Humor]”]
[“Wow, little brother is working hard to maintain Teacher Mu’s image.”]
[“Truly the number one ‘fan’ little brother.”]
[“Mhmm, your husband is mature and reliable, not clingy.”]
[“Hey, Mu Xiuxiu, sit down!”]
[“Sob sob sob, it’s so sweet. When will you fall in love with variety shows??”]
Song Jianchu took a subtle deep breath, suppressing the urge to ask the production team for permission to kick Mu Ye out of the live broadcast room.
“Hahaha, it seems like Teacher Mu is actively seeking your attention,” the chief editor said understandingly. “Do you have anything to say to Teacher Mu?”
Song Jianchu looked at the live camera, the gleam of the lens carrying a hint of coldness, and said softly, “Teacher Mu, your work must be busy. Do you have time to watch live broadcasts?”
[my send my love 521 times again]
[my exit the live broadcast room]
Watching Mu Ye leave the live broadcast room, Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief and began to regret using the excuse of accepting an interview.
The fans were disappointed.
[“Why did Teacher Mu leave?”]
[“Seems like he was threatened by his wife.”]
[“Teacher Mu is so attentive to his little brother. You can tell his position in the family.”]
[“The son is so good!”]
[“Wolf dog little brother, I’m here!”]
The chief editor also sighed regretfully, “Did Teacher Mu leave? He must be busy during the world tour.”
Song Jianchu redirected the topic again, saying, “Any other questions?”
Because Yin Chi had instructed not to ask too many questions about his love life, the chief editor switched topics.
The chief editor posed an important question that had received much attention.
“Due to health reasons, the recording of the variety show has been paused for two months. After your complete recovery, will you continue to participate in the recording?”
Song Jianchu had already discussed this question with Cui Dao in advance and nodded, “Once my health has recovered, I will continue to participate in the recording. It will probably be in May.”
[“Yay!!!”]
[“We can finally watch the variety show with our son! So satisfying!!”]
[“Leader, please come back soon!”]
[“Health is the most important. It doesn’t matter how long we have to wait. We can wait!”]
[“That’s great! I’ll treat it as a love show.”]
[“Can’t wait (rubbing hands together). This time I will definitely extract tons of sugar.”]
After asking a few more questions about Muxing Media, the live interview came to an end.
After seeing off the staff, Song Jianchu sat on the sofa, propping his forehead and lost in thought.
At first, Song Jianchu didn’t take the issue of his boyfriend being too clingy seriously. But after this interview, he realized the crisis in Mu Ye’s public image. The public disclosure of their relationship had already had a significant impact on Mu Ye, and Song Jianchu didn’t want to further damage his image.
Song Jianchu made a decision that he must find time to talk to Mu Ye.
He sent a WeChat message to Mu Ye from the sofa: “Teacher Mu, let’s talk later.”
When Mu Ye received the serious invitation from his boyfriend, he was dealing with Gu Jiaming’s breakdown in the studio.
“I just went to the bathroom, just for less than ten minutes, ten minutes!”
Gu Jiaming paced in the office, pulling his hair in frustration, almost bumping into the half-human-tall cactus pot in the corner.
“Help me, if I resign now, can I save my hair?” Gu Jiaming squatted in front of the potted plant, clutching a hairpiece that was caught by the cactus, tightly holding it in his hand, and despairingly said, “Mu Ye, are you forcing me to become a monk?”
Mu Ye casually said, “No,” staring at the message on his phone with an unfriendly tone, feeling a little uneasy.
Is Song Jianchu angry?
He didn’t say anything, and he hadn’t even watched for less than ten minutes.
Mu Ye replied righteously: [I didn’t say anything.]
[Song Jianchu: We’ll talk later.]
Mu Ye: “.”
Mu Ye’s expression froze for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, and gently replied with an emoticon: [Hug]
Song Jianchu didn’t reply.
Mu Ye: “…”
Mu Ye sighed softly.
He was already feeling nervous about the upcoming conversation with Song Jianchu, and Mu Ye murmured to himself, “Can’t I even give a gift?”
“You still dare to say that?” Gu Jiaming looked puzzled.
Mu Ye raised his head, “Others can give gifts, why can’t I?”
“Just look at what you just sent?” Gu Jiaming looked at the screenshots of the live broadcast that had been posted on Weibo, feeling suffocated. “Even if you sent a rocket yacht, I wouldn’t say anything.”
Mu Ye lowered his voice, “Then what’s the difference between me and an ordinary internet user?”
“Do we have to post kissing and hugging photos?!” Gu Jiaming was overwhelmed by the cheesiness and rubbed his arm, saying, “I’ve been married to my wife for so many years, and I don’t even feel comfortable sending those to her.”
“You’re an old married couple,” Mu Ye picked up his phone, sent a sad emoji, and said, “This is how young people in love should be.”
Gu Jiaming: “…”
Mu Ye anxiously stared at his phone and finally received a reply from his boyfriend.
[Song Jianchu: Busy now, waiting for you at home.]
Mu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
“Only you can’t stand being a little greasy,” Gu Jiaming shook his head weakly. “Fine, do whatever you want when we’re at home. But in front of other people, try to restrain yourself as much as possible.”
Mu Ye smirked and sent a few sticker emojis to his boyfriend, pretending to respond, “Got it.”
Watching their boss truly immersed in love, Gu Jiaming was exasperated.
… Look at me talking.
At home, Song Jianchu considered various ways to reduce his boyfriend’s clinginess.
With no one around in the afternoon, Song Jianchu lazily lay on the sofa, holding Denglu, and searched on his phone: “What to do when your boyfriend is too clingy?”
There were few people asking this question, and there weren’t many good answers.
Instead, he found more responses to the related question of “What to do when your girlfriend is too clingy?”
Song Jianchu clicked on the answer with the most likes.
A sarcastic answer from a lemon-scented cleaner:
[Brother, in this situation, I suggest using your hands. Don’t let the clingy one stay; it will seriously affect the quality of life for an independent man! Make sure to cut it off cleanly!
Afterward, please send me your girlfriend’s WeChat ID via private message.
[Don’t worry, I’ll treat her well.]
Song Jianchu: “…”
He continued scrolling.
A straightforward answer from Teacher Tao:
[I have experience with this problem, and I’ll answer you.
Your girlfriend is clingy because you’re poor.
Give her an unlimited credit card and see how long she can stay by your side.]
Song Jianchu had already tried that, but his boyfriend didn’t seem too enthusiastic about spending and returned the card.
After going through dozens of answers, he didn’t find anything useful. Besides, there’s a difference between boyfriends and girlfriends, and these answers were limited.
Song Jianchu put his phone aside and had to come up with a solution himself.
During his break, with nothing else to do, Song Jianchu took Denglu for a walk on a leash.
When they reached the yard of Bai Xingyu’s villa, Song Jianchu was called over.
“Jianchu.”
Bai Xingyu wasn’t filming today and was on vacation, doing outdoor fitness in the yard.
Song Jianchu paused, holding the dog’s leash and politely responded, “Brother Xing.”
“I was just about to go to your place.” Bai Xingyu opened the yard gate and invited, “Come in? Your roadie isn’t here.”
Song Jianchu entered Bai Xingyu’s yard, and the two sat at the outdoor table and chairs.
Bai Xingyu sized him up. “How’s your recovery?”
“Very good,” Song Jianchu smiled. “Sorry for worrying you.”
“I watched your recent live broadcast,” Bai Xingyu’s face showed some difficulty. “Aren’t you spoiling Mu Ye a bit too much? He’s not even restraining himself during the live broadcast. I bet he clings to you like a plaster at home, even when you’re taking a shower. If you keep indulging him, he’ll develop bad habits, and you’ll be annoyed in the future.”
Song Jianchu paused, “Can you tell that from watching the live broadcast?”
Bai Xingyu responded cryptically, “Well, even though I’ve been married for seven years.”
Song Jianchu thought for a moment. Maybe a married person would have a solution.
“It doesn’t matter at home,” Song Jianchu showed a rare hint of distress. “But in public, I’m afraid it will affect my professional image.”
Bai Xingyu nodded sympathetically, “You’re afraid that the idol image will crumble and he’ll become a clingy person?”
Song Jianchu: “Hmm.”
Bai Xingyu sympathized, “Dealing with that guy is not easy for you.”
“Do you have any good suggestions to correct his behavior? As long as he’s not clingy in public,” Song Jianchu added quickly, “and be gentle about it.”
“If my Lu Shen dared to bother me like that every day, a couple of smacks would make him obedient,” Bai Xingyu pondered with his hand on his chin. “This kind of hot-house-grown plant is not easy to deal with.”
Song Jianchu said, “I’m thinking of talking to him tonight.”
“Right, try verbal education first,” Bai Xingyu squinted his eyes. “If he doesn’t respond, come to me. I have two non-violent methods for dealing with Mu Ye and Lu Shen. Mu Ye and Lu Shen are different types, so scaring him a few times should be enough.”
Song Jianchu was stunned for a moment and stood up. “I still need to walk the dog. I’ll disturb you another day.”
“Go ahead, come over often,” Bai Xingyu got up to see him off and casually placed his hand on Song Jianchu’s shoulder. “If Mu Ye bullies you, come to me anytime. Big brother will help you solve it.”
Song Jianchu nodded slightly, “Thanks, Brother Xing.”
Walking away with Denglu, after walking for a while, Song Jianchu suddenly heard a heavy thud behind him.
He turned around and saw the punching bag hanging on the door of Bai Xingyu’s house being knocked down, but Bai Xingyu effortlessly lifted and rehung it like a pillow.
“…,” Song Jianchu had a complicated expression and gave up on seeking advice from a married person.
In the evening, Mu Ye finished work and returned home.
Song Jianchu was cooking dinner in the kitchen and didn’t hear the door opening. As he was about to transfer the vegetables from the cutting board to the pan, a weight suddenly pressed against his shoulder, and someone leaned against him.
Mu Ye buried his head and nuzzled, lazily saying, “Chu Chu, you look so good in an apron.”
“?”
Song Jianchu lowered his head and glanced at his half-body black apron but couldn’t figure out what was appealing about it.
It was inconvenient to move with Mu Ye clinging to him, so Song Jianchu tried to negotiate, “Mu Ye, can we wait until later to be affectionate?”
Mu Ye didn’t let go and moved along with him, saying, “I won’t bother you.”
Struggling to cook while carrying the clingy giant, Song Jianchu attempted verbal education, “Mu Ye, let’s not be like this in public.”
“Why?” Mu Ye rested his chin on Song Jianchu’s shoulder and glanced at him reluctantly, “We’ve already made our relationship public.”
After thinking for a few seconds, Song Jianchu delicately mentioned the issue of their public image, “Before we knew each other, I didn’t see you like this in my impression.”
Mu Ye fell silent for a few seconds and slowly let go.
Just with verbal communication, Song Jianchu felt relieved.
Most of the time, Mu Ye was still mature.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mu Ye’s expression quickly turned resentful.
Mu Ye watched for a few seconds and spoke lightly, “You don’t like this side of me?”
Song Jianchu paused and turned his head.
Mu Ye looked hurt, his long lashes drooping as he reflected on himself, “Chu Chu, am I sometimes too annoying?”
“…,” Song Jianchu hurried to explain, “No, that’s not what I mean.”
“You don’t have to explain. It’s indeed my issue,” Mu Ye forced a smile and maturely said, “I won’t bother you anymore, I’ll go take a shower.”
He’s going to shower on his own?
Song Jianchu watched Mu Ye’s lonely figure leaving in a daze and couldn’t help but call out, “Mu Ye.”
Mu Ye turned around and stood firm, “Hmm?”
For a good start in making his boyfriend more independent, Song Jianchu told himself to let go.
After a moment of silence, he said, “…Wash up after dinner.”
Mu Ye listened obediently, “Okay.”
During the meal, Mu Ye consciously sat across from Song Jianchu, not leaning in as usual. He quietly served dishes and was less clingy.
Song Jianchu occasionally glanced at the person across from him.
Mu Ye’s eyes were lowered, and he seemed to have no appetite, eating very slowly.
If Mu Ye had no appetite, it made Song Jianchu less happy about the meal, and he hesitated a bit.
He reluctantly redirected his gaze and told himself to focus on the task at hand. This was a relationship between two adults with a healthy amount of personal space, which was beneficial in the long run.
After finishing the meal, Mu Ye took his pajamas and went to the bathroom on his own.
Song Jianchu stared at the closed bathroom door, feeling a bit uneasy, unsure of what exactly he was worried about.
Suddenly, he remembered that Mu Ye hadn’t kissed him since coming back today…
An inexplicable sense of restlessness surged within Song Jianchu. He tried to distract himself and went to feed the little ones.
Taking care of the puppies, the sound of running water from the bathroom continued.
Song Jianchu worriedly glanced at the bathroom door.
Mu Ye usually didn’t take this long to shower.
What could happen in the shower?
Song Jianchu quickly reassured himself, realizing he was overthinking.
He picked up the vacuum cleaner, attempting to clear his mind by cleaning, not letting his thoughts wander.
Just as Mu Ye turned on the water and brought his phone in to reply to a message from Gu Jiaming regarding an urgent decision for the upcoming concert, there was a knock on the bathroom door twice.
“Mu Ye.”
Mu Ye held his phone and turned his head to look at the faint silhouette behind the glass door. A faint smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.
Mu Ye put away his intentions and opened the door.
Song Jianchu’s ears reddened slightly as he stood by the door, holding a set of new pajamas.
Mu Ye’s gaze scanned the young man’s ears, his expression calm and lonely. He asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and looked up, calmly saying, “You can go wash up now.”
With a subtle smile, Mu Ye responded with a hint of grievance, a little reluctantly, and pulled the person inside.
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