Ch 2 : The Ge'er's Escape

With a mere lift of his hand, a document appeared in his grasp.  “Is this what you mean, Village Chief?” He handed the document over. The Village Chief reached out, took it, opened it, and examined it carefully.  “Exactly this.” After reviewing it, he returned the document to the man and turned to address the villagers, clarifying the man's identity.  “Ling Cang, from the capital. His family has been in trade for generations.” The Clan Leader nodded upon hearing this.  “If that's the case, then the young man may reside temporarily in Yunxi Village.” “Thank you very much then,”  Divine Emperor Ling Cang said with a smile, cupping his hands in thanks. His smile was like a warm spring breeze, dazzling everyone present. “Might there be any uninhabited houses in the village? I would like to purchase one,”  Ling Cang asked with a smile. Before entering the mortal realm, he had observed this area; the scenery was excellent and it seemed a good place for living and...

MSRBMH Ch 34

 

With a final tap on the keyboard, Su Yu leaned back in his office chair, lacing his fingers behind his head as he exhaled deeply.

Finally finished this damn paperwork.

Ever since he’d sarcastically complained about being treated like a company mascot, his workload had skyrocketed. Now he was practically a full-fledged assistant, running around like a headless chicken.

And that Young Master Yang from the other day? Still nowhere to be seen as his replacement.

Su Yu picked up his phone, where the group chat with his two idiot friends had exploded with 99+ unread messages.

The moment he opened it, he saw Shen Le’s tagged message:

[Shen Le: @Su Yu Bro, don’t forget we’re going boating this weekend.]

Lin Yanjun had replied underneath:

[Lin Yanjun: MIA for days now. Too busy playing assistant to check your messages?]

Su Yu immediately fired back:

[Su Yu: Talking shit about me behind my back, huh?]

Just as he hit send, Mia strode over in her sharp heels, dressed in a crisp white blouse and professional slacks.

"Su Yu, Mr. Ji wants you in his office."

He didn’t even need to ask why.

Ever since his workload increased, he and Ji Yanli had been eating lunch together in the office. Sure, the company had a cafeteria, but Ji Yanli insisted on ordering takeout for him—robbing Su Yu of the chance to bond with his colleagues over mediocre food.

"Thanks. You eaten yet? Wanna join?"

Mia waved him off. "No, I’m having lunch with Taotao."

Taotao was the new intern from the sales department, a bubbly girl. Su Yu had no idea when the two had become friends.

"Alright."





The office smelled delicious—Ji Yanli had ordered from his favorite Cantonese restaurant.

Starving after a morning of work, Su Yu plopped into a chair and reached for chopsticks.

Ji Yanli, ever the gentleman, slid over a neatly unwrapped pair. "Here, wife."

Such a thoughtful little househusband. If only he’d drop the cringey nicknames.

Su Yu let it slide. His tolerance had leveled up recently. "Y’know, if you’d acted like this before, maybe I wouldn’t have spent years picking fights with you."

Ji Yanli placed a bowl of soup in front of him. "Pork rib broth. Your favorite."

Two sips in, his bowl was already piled high with enough food to feed a small village.

Su Yu waved his hand. "Okay, okay, cut the act. You fattening me up for slaughter?"

[If Mr. Ji lost his memories, why does his muscle memory still work?]
[Probably from habit. Like a house-elf delivering meals.]
[More like a golden house-elf. Dude’s built like a fortress.]
[Ew, that’s a disgusting comparison. Never say that again…]

Su Yu’s eyes narrowed at the man still loading his bowl. 

Wait, was Ji Yanli actually someone’s personal meal-delivery service before? 

Some secret white moonlight?

…Song Yanchu?

"You’re too thin. Eat more."

Ji Yanli tapped Su Yu’s bony wrist lightly with his chopsticks. Oblivious to the suspicion in Su Yu’s gaze, he finally started eating himself—slow, refined bites, a stark contrast to Su Yu’s ravenous inhaling.

Feeling self-conscious, Su Yu put down his chopsticks and pulled out his phone.

The group chat was still blowing up.

[Shen Le: Where’d you go? One message and you vanish. You get kidnapped?]
[Lin Yanjun: The odds are low but never zero.]

Su Yu snapped a photo of the lavish spread and sent it:

[Shut up, I’m eating.]

The picture showed five dishes, a soup, and even dessert—taro pastries from a high-end restaurant.

The chat erupted.

[Shen Le: THIS is your work lunch? Since when is Ji Yanli a philanthropist?]
[Lin Yanjun: Y’all hiring?]
[Shen Le: Are you an assistant or a worshipped ancestor? This looks like a sacrificial offering.]

These two idiots… Su Yu rolled his eyes and tossed his phone onto the sofa.

"Ji Yanli, we’re still on for boating this weekend, right?"

He only asked because Ji Yanli had invited himself last time.

Ji Yanli paused mid-bite, considering. "Mn."

Once he finished eating at record speed, Su Yu stood. "Alright, I’m heading out."

Behind him, Ji Yanli wordlessly began clearing the table.



By evening, golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Mia knocked and entered, holding a file.

"Mr. Ji, the information you requested."

Ji Yanli rubbed his temples, exhaling heavily before acknowledging her with a hum.

Mia hesitated, her brow furrowed.

"Something else?"

She steeled herself. "Sir, with the overseas merger underway, perhaps it’s best not to… let personal matters distract you."

She’d been with the Ji family for years—first under Ji Yanli’s father, then his son. She couldn’t help but worry when Ji Yanli suddenly called her late one night, demanding a full background check on Su Yu’s childhood.

Ji Yanli had never investigated anyone before—let alone someone as transparent as a spoiled young master.

Ji Yanli’s gaze sharpened. "That’s not your concern."

Mia swallowed but stood her ground. "Sir, with all due respect… Young Master Su isn’t… the kind of person you should associate with."

"Mia."

His voice was ice. Her heart lurched.

"He’s my wife. I suggest you remember that."

Mia froze. Her professionally blank face cracked for the first time in a decade.

Wife?!

Su Yu was very obviously male. When did they even get married? Old Mr. Ji hadn’t mentioned

Ji Yanli dismissed her with a wave. "Get back to work."

Mia walked out stiffly, heels clicking like a malfunctioning metronome.


Su Yu, busy slacking off at his desk, glanced up when the office door shut. Mia emerged looking like she’d swallowed a live frog.

"Mia, you eating at the cafeteria tonight?

She stared at him, her expression a mix of horror and disbelief.

Su Yu shuddered. "Uh… you good?"

Mia didn’t answer. She just power-walked to the elevator like he was radioactive.



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