Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Yu Suili, who had eaten meat, said it wasn't a big problem. There was nothing shameful about pleasing his wife. After serving as a servant for a few days, time slowly moved into September.

Temperatures dropped slightly at the beginning of the month, but overall temperatures were still quite high. Lishui City was cooler than Shanghai.

As they approached their doorstep, Yu Suili asked nervously, "Zhuobao, can you check if my collar is crooked?"

"You've spent time with my parents, so you should be able to tell they have very good tempers." Chu Zhuo pretended to straighten his collar. "Perfect! Sui-ge looks especially handsome today. Let's go, Mom said there's braised prawns. Dad's prawns are delicious."

Yu Suili calmed his breathing and knocked on the door together with Chu Zhuo.

Less than three seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and Mr. Pei, with a long face, said, "Welcome."

His tone was so harsh, as if he were an enemy.

Pei's mother pushed him aside and politely welcomed Yu Suili into the room: "Come in quickly, you're carrying so many things, it must be tiring to stand at the door."

Mr. Pei glanced at Chu Zhuo and Yu Suili's hands. The gift bags were all on Yu Suili, and half of his anger subsided.

At noon, Mr. Pei cooked, with Mrs. Pei assisting. After several dishes were served, Yu Suili took the initiative to toast Mr. Pei: "Uncle Pei, I truly love Chu Zhuo. After today, I will transfer all my assets to Chu Zhuo."

Mrs. Pei was startled: "Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Sweet talk." Mr. Pei's attitude softened somewhat, but he was still relentless in his words.

Yu Suili straightened his posture and downed his entire glass of wine in one gulp: "I've already started the property notarization process; all that's left is Chu Zhuo's signature."

Same-sex marriage is illegal in this world, and they cannot get a marriage certificate. He knows that Chu Zhuo doesn't need these things, but given the social status of the Yu and Bai families, gossip is inevitable. This is the basic responsibility he can fulfill as a responsible lover.

"I want to eat shrimp, Yu Suili." Chu Zhuo gave him a chance to shine.

In the eyes of parents and elders, actions speak louder than words.

Yu Suili put down his chopsticks and devoted himself to peeling shrimp for Chu Zhuo.

After the meal, Pei's parents were quite satisfied with Yu Suili.

People are always drawn to details. After spending all day together, Yu Suili consistently exceeded the expected standards.

Pei's mother's last worries disappeared, and she gave Yu Suili a large red envelope.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Pei threw out a red envelope.

Chu Zhuo and Yu Suili stayed at the Pei family's house for one night. The next day, they flew back to Shanghai. It rained lightly after they landed, and then they took a taxi to Aunt Bai's place.

Aunt Bai is very perceptive and had long been mentally prepared for what was going on between the two of them.

Having gone public with the matter, she took out a property deed and pushed it in front of the young man: "The house isn't renovated yet; let Xiaozhu choose the style she likes."

Chu Zhuo's eyes shone with warmth: "Thank you, Mama Bai."

At the end of the year, the Bai family chose an auspicious day to hold a banquet to acknowledge Chu Zhuo's new identity.

Aunt Bai even announced on the day of the banquet that she would hand over the company to Chu Zhuo, and all the shares under her name would belong to Chu Zhuo.

Those who attended the banquet were secretly amazed.

It has to be their own child.

The guests' attitudes allowed the banquet to achieve her desired purpose. Aunt Bai gently stroked the newly formed hand on her arm, her gentle face filled with satisfaction.

She had finally waited for this moment in her life.

*

Time flies and another year has passed. Chu Zhuo is busy decorating his new house.

Following the address on the property certificate, a three-story villa came into view, with a small lawn in the back, its area roughly the same size as the house.

Everyone was stunned; it was indeed in line with Mrs. Bai's gift-giving style.

Chu Zhuo enthusiastically started the renovation, drew up an overall template, and asked the designer to expand and extend it based on what he provided.

After scrapping more than a dozen drafts, when the final version was released, the designer sent a little yellow bean emoji that looked like it was about to cry and was wiping away tears.

Chu Zhuo showed no impatience throughout the process, and would carefully explain any issues to him, discussing his ideas. The designer unknowingly fell into Chu Zhuo's gentle embrace, and even after more than a dozen drafts were scrapped, he had no complaints.

At the moment of success, he felt as if he had accomplished a major life event and couldn't help but send a crying emoji.

I regretted it a minute after I put down my phone. How could he be so arrogant when he had such a good-tempered employer?

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and tapped "recall," but a message from the other end pushed the message to the top.

Their gazes immediately fixed on each other.

One, ten, hundred, thousand...ten thousand?

Is this the payment settlement?

The customer's explanation followed immediately.

[This is a bonus. It's for completing the task ahead of schedule, exceeding my time budget.]

Fifty thousand is a bonus? That's almost half of his salary.

Is this what rich people are like?

The designer readily accepted the money, kowtowed to express his gratitude to the boss with an emoji, and typed a text reply.

[This is all a designer should do. The boss is very generous. Please come back to me next time you need house renovations; repeat customers get a 12% discount.]

Chu Zhuo smiled and replied, "Okay."

Just as they both knew perfectly well, Chuzhuo didn't need the 12% discount at all.

Yu Suili came out of the kitchen, snatched Chu Zhuo's phone, bent her index finger and used her knuckle to press against the boy's chin, then kissed his lips: "What are you looking at that makes you laugh so happily?"

Chu Zhuo dodged his second kiss, retrieved her phone, and saw a photo sent to her by Yu's mother via WeChat.

The photo contains only text.

The title reads: "My Dream is to Daydream."

A fourth-grade student's Chinese composition.

Yu Suili: "...Why would my mom send you these?"

"Auntie is sharing, and I think it's quite interesting. Yu Suili, why did you want to daydream back then?" Chu Zhuo laughed and leaned on his shoulder.

It had been so long that Yu Suili had long forgotten. He tossed aside his cumbersome phone again and kissed Chu Zhuo's neck, chin, and down to her lips in an ambiguous manner: "None of that matters. Right now, only Zhuo baby can let me daydream."

Yes, literally—day, dream.

Yu Suili estimated the time it would take for the noodles to cook, and reluctantly opened Chu Zhuo's mouth: "Wait a minute, come and eat."

Chu Zhuo took a breath and wiped his mouth.

Yu Suili's cooking skills are undeniable. He's strong, and the dough he rolls is chewy and elastic. Chu Zhuo praised it highly after eating it.

The dishwasher was working with a loud bang. He lay on the sofa and took a nap. Half asleep, he was awakened by the sensation of something stirring in his mouth.

Half-opening her eyes, still somewhat groggy, Chu Zhuo pushed Yu Suili's shoulder away: "Yu Suili, are you addicted?"

"..." Yu Suili was slightly agitated by the word "addictive," and the ripples quickly grew stronger. He picked up Chu Zhuo with one hand and headed to the bathroom to put it into practice. "If the object is Zhuo Bao, I can have it."

After they finished, it was still light outside. Yu Suili walked along, and Chu Zhuo weakly bit his shoulder: "Where are you going?"

"Try floor-to-ceiling windows."

"..."

Judging from your tone, you've been thinking about it for a long time.

The sunset's glow streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Yu Suili carried the drowsy Chu Zhuo to the bathroom to clean her up.

Chu Zhuo and Yu Suili will only be happy for a longer time.

Several years have passed, yet it feels like yesterday. Now, saying goodbye is like the passing of an old man.