Chapter 040: Consider the Matter When You Are Sober

After the livestream ended, Le Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

“Xiaotian.” Calling his name warmly, Chen Fang embraced Le Xiaotian.

He was deeply grateful for this hug. Tossing away his cigarette, he no longer forced himself to stand tall, but instead held Chen Fang tightly. The ordeal just now had been too perilous.

Meanwhile, outside the monitoring room, Sun Yuzhen did not shout and scream as she had before. Instead, she regarded this embrace with approval.

Once their emotions had settled, before Chen Fang could speak, Le Xiaotian smiled and said, “Xiaofang, you should go back first.”

She had wanted to protest, but when she saw the resolute look in his eyes, Chen Fang dared not argue. She understood that staying here would be of no help and might only bring trouble upon him.

With this in mind, she nodded obediently and, guided by one of the crew members waiting nearby, quickly left the studio.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Le Xiaotian also exited the studio.

He glanced at the people in the monitoring room—about twenty remained.

Director Tang, Zhao Dezhu, Li Hongmei, the bearded man, and other leaders were all there. Their positions made it impossible for them to leave at will.

Le Xiaotian was not surprised by this. The only unexpected presence was Huang Qiang, who had always been at odds with him. He too had stayed behind.

Approaching him, Le Xiaotian teased, “What’s the matter? Sticking around to watch me make a fool of myself?”

Huang Qiang replied calmly, “Though I really dislike you, when it comes to dealing with Ying Dengyuan, I support you one hundred percent. If you can’t deal with troublemaking listeners, you’re not a good host.”

Le Xiaotian chuckled, “It seems that you’ve earned your reputation as a star host purely by your own merit. I won’t say more—you should go. There’s nothing more to do here.”

With that, he turned his gaze to Director Tang, Li Hongmei, and the others.

Indeed, Le Xiaotian was right. Now that the broadcast was over, there was nothing more to be done at the moment.

As for what would follow, it could only be discussed after tonight. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.

There was little left to say. Things had reached this point, and everyone could see it clearly.

After everyone had left, Le Xiaotian smiled at Sun Yuzhen. “Wife, to be honest, just now my only worry was whether you would leave me.”

Being the focus of discussion for two billion people—such a disadvantageous position. He said this only to reassure himself.

Seeing through Le Xiaotian’s heart, Sun Yuzhen, her eyes brimming with tears, retorted, “I wanted to run, but my legs went weak.”

True feelings are shown in adversity. Seeing that Sun Yuzhen hadn’t run, Le Xiaotian was actually very moved. But when he opened his mouth, his words came out differently: “Wife, let’s seize this moment for one last spiritual elevation. Otherwise, if we die, it would be such a pity.”

Sun Yuzhen’s expression changed, her voice cold. “Still thinking about elevation. Why didn’t you push Chen Fang away when she kissed you just now? You even hugged her—you think I don’t exist?”

Le Xiaotian shivered, then, mixing coaxing with feigned innocence, led her toward the lounge. “Wife, come on, let’s quickly take a shower. Someone might barge in at any moment; that would be so awkward.”

She said nothing more on the way. Once inside the lounge, with the door locked, Sun Yuzhen finally spoke. “I told you not to agree just now, but you wouldn’t listen. See, this is what happens when you ignore your wife’s advice.”

Helping her to sit down on the sofa, Le Xiaotian nodded and bowed. “You’re right, wife, you’re absolutely right.”

Once she was seated, he quickly changed the subject. “I’ll shower first.”

As he started undressing, Sun Yuzhen replied, “Alright, I’ll shower too.”

But Le Xiaotian refused this suggestion.

Hurriedly holding her hand down, he declared righteously, “Don’t joke around. If someone comes to kill me and sees you, I’d feel so wronged.”

Pouting, Sun Yuzhen continued to undress. “I want to shower, I want to shower. If you see me or someone else sees me, what’s the big deal? It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of flesh. At least it’s better than you kissing Chen Fang.”

With a bitter smile and deep regret, Le Xiaotian said, “Wife, I was wrong. I was even more wrong for not listening to you today. You can punish me by making me work extra hard later. I promise I’ll give it my all!”

Her cheeks flushed, Sun Yuzhen snapped, “Work hard, my foot! Stop pretending. Go shower.”

Realizing she had truly forgiven him, Le Xiaotian was secretly relieved. Otherwise, he’d be kneeling on a washboard tonight for sure.

In no time, he stripped off his clothes, left the bathroom door open, and started showering.

Under the warm water, he felt refreshed, the cold sweat and tension of earlier washing away.

Although the couple were deeply in love, watching Le Xiaotian shower like this still made Sun Yuzhen a bit shy. “What are you doing? Close the door.”

Le Xiaotian, lathering himself, replied, “How could I? If anyone barges in, I need to be ready to fight at once. I couldn’t bear to let you out of my sight.”

Though she knew he was trying to please her, Sun Yuzhen could only accept it—after all, these were unusual times.

A few minutes later, Le Xiaotian finished his shower.

Seeing him come out, Sun Yuzhen said seriously, “Watch the door for me. I need to shower too. I was sweating a lot just now.”

Le Xiaotian pulled her into his arms, inhaled deeply, then gently nibbled her left ear and whispered, “No need to shower. Every inch of my wife smells sweet—the sweat too. I love it.”

Such sweet words whispered into her ear were a lethal attack. Feeling her whole body go limp and her mind dulled, Sun Yuzhen complained softly, “Alright, I forgive you. But if you ever flirt with anyone else again, just wait and see how I’ll deal with you.”

“Hehe, my wife is the best. Go ahead and shower—your husband will guard the door.”

After Sun Yuzhen entered the shower, Le Xiaotian’s demeanor grew intensely serious. He geared up, putting on all his equipment, ready at any moment to fight his way out.

A few minutes later, Sun Yuzhen finished her shower quickly.

Though earlier she’d claimed it didn’t matter who saw her, ever since she’d been with Le Xiaotian, her heart and soul belonged to him, and even her style of dress had grown more conservative.

Besides, she’d already showered before the broadcast, so this time she was very quick.

When she finished and came out, Le Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, then sat on the sofa and poured himself a drink.

As Sun Yuzhen dressed, she asked, “Husband, what do we do next?”

Pouring another drink and turning on music on his phone, Le Xiaotian said heavily, “My mind’s still a mess. Let’s wait until tomorrow.”

Then he patted his lap. “Come, sleep here.”

Clearly, tonight was no time for bed—they had to stay alert. So, after dressing, Sun Yuzhen replied, “Alright.”