Trending topic alert: The mysterious fan site administrator of a top celebrity has been exposed.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting thin strips of light across the countertop. Chu Yi, wearing her familiar plain apron, carefully slid a fried egg from the pan into a white porcelain plate.

"Goodness, where's my tie?"

Zhou Ai sported a head of messy, dark blue curly hair, and her shirt was only half-buttoned, revealing her beautifully shaped collarbone.

It circled around the kitchen like a giant obstacle, precisely hindering Chu Yi's every move.

Chu Yi didn't even turn her head, but tapped the living room sofa with her chin: "You tore it off and threw it there yourself last night."

Zhou Ai moved closer and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder and taking a deep breath: "Smells so good."

It's unclear whether they were referring to the fried egg or the faint, refreshing scent emanating from Chu Yi.

"Stop messing around," Chu Yi said, steadily cracking the second egg into the pan. "The egg is going to burn."

"I'll eat it even if it's burnt," Zhou Ai muttered, but still let go of her hand and obediently went to find the abandoned tie.

A few minutes later, he sauntered back, holding a tie in his hand, looking innocent: "Sweetie, help me hit it."

Chu Yi turned off the stove, turned around, and sighed helplessly.

He took the tie, his fingers deftly twisting and turning, quickly tying a neat Windsor knot.

Zhou Ai looked down at his focused eyelashes and took the opportunity to quickly peck him on the lips.

"Zhou Ai!"

"A belated good morning kiss for me."

The culprit grinned like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

Chu Yi had no idea that Zhou Ai had an important award ceremony today.

Just as he sat down in his office during lunch break, preparing to quickly finish his lunch, a young doctor with whom he had a good relationship excitedly approached him, holding up his phone.

"Teacher Chu! Look! Teacher Zhou is broadcasting the Golden Disc Awards live!"

My colleague's face was brimming with barely suppressed excitement and gossip. "Best Male Singer! He won!"

Chu Yi was slightly taken aback. The Golden Disc Award?

He recalled that Zhou Ai had only vaguely mentioned an "important event" that morning, which turned out to be a very prestigious awards ceremony in the music industry.

I took the phone from my colleague; the screen was showing a live broadcast of the awards ceremony.

In the video, Zhou Ai stands in the center of a dazzling stage, surrounded by spotlights, as if he is surrounded by a halo.

He changed out of the shirt he hadn't buttoned up that morning and put on a tailor-made black velvet suit.

The collar was adorned with an exquisite platinum brooch, which complemented his deep blue curly hair, giving him an air of nobility with a touch of artistic rebelliousness.

Holding the golden trophy in her hand, Zhou Ai stood tall and composed, facing the stars and cameras below the stage.

First, he thanked the organizing committee, the company team, and the fans as usual. Just when Chu Yi thought his speech was about to end, Zhou Ai paused and raised his hand to adjust the position of his microphone.

Those peach blossom eyes, which always held a lazy smile, appeared unusually deep and serious under the high-definition lens. He looked in the direction of the camera, as if he could penetrate the screen and see straight into someone's heart.

"Finally," he began, and the room fell silent after his brief pause, "of course, most importantly, I must thank..."

"She's still my wife."

"boom--!"

The office erupted in chaos!

Everyone looked at Chu Yi with excitement, their faces beaming with the joy of "we've seen a live version of this!"

Chu Yi, however, remained completely frozen in place.

On the phone, Zhou Ai's words "my wife" still echoed in my ears, accompanied by huge applause and screams from the audience.

The person who was pestering him to tie his tie and stealing a good morning kiss in the kitchen this morning is now standing on the highest podium in the Chinese music scene, announcing his place to the world in the most direct way.

After Zhou Ai came down from the stage, she immediately sent Chu Yi a photo of the medal, along with a selfie of her "stunning beauty".

[Troublemaker]: Honey!! Look!!

[Troublemaker]: Take a selfie

[Xiao Guai]: Not bad.

[Troublemaker]: Is there a reward? (A cute puppy wagging its tail - JPG)

[Little Darling]: ...As a reward, you'll sleep in the bedroom tonight.

The backstage area of ​​the awards ceremony was bustling with noise. Just as the makeup artist was about to go up and touch up Zhou Ai's makeup, Zhou Ai suddenly stood up, grabbed her coat, and walked out.

"Teacher Zhou! There will be a group interview with the media later..."

"Just tell them my wife is calling me home for dinner."

Her deep blue curly hair shimmered like silk under the corridor lights, and her velvet tuxedo coat was casually draped over her shoulders, revealing her collarbone, which had been the focus of countless cameras during the awards ceremony.

"Teacher Zhou! Your brooch..."

"I mortgaged it to my wife as ransom."

He waved his phone; the screen saver was a candid photo of Chu Yi's back as she slept. The moment the call connected, the noise of the awards ceremony was completely shut out from the elevator doors.

"Feed? Wife."

The call connected, and Zhou Ai's voice came through the receiver, carrying a faint sense of weightlessness like an elevator descending, and a deliberately suppressed, sticky tone that she only revealed to Chu Yi.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Chu Yi's clear voice came through, carrying a hint of weariness from just finishing work, but more so a helpless resignation: "...Don't you want the trophy anymore?"

"Yes, I want to."

Zhou Ai answered quickly, and the elevator "dinged" as it arrived at the underground parking lot. "But the trophy won't tie a tie for me, nor will it fry an egg for me, nor will it..."

He paused, his voice tinged with a bright laugh, "Block me."

When Chu Yi received Xu Yang's accusation call, she prepared a bunch of arguments to "scold" Zhou Ai, but after hearing Zhou Ai's nonchalant reasons, she was speechless.

Zhou Ai could picture him right now—he must be in his office, perhaps having just taken off his glasses and rubbing his temples, his ears tinged with a pretty pink hue. She wanted to scold him but couldn't find the right words, so she could only sulk in silence.

"What's wrong, Dr. Chu?"

Zhou Ai chuckled mischievously, her voice softening and hooking, "Is it illegal for me to call you 'wife' when I'm my legal spouse? Then why don't you... come and interrogate me yourself?"

Chu Yi's breathing became noticeably heavier on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a chair being pushed back; he had probably moved to a more private place. "I'll deal with you properly when I get back tonight."

"Yes, sir."

Zhou Ai smiled and agreed, tapping her fingertips lightly on the steering wheel.

Someone called Chu Yi's name on the other end of the phone, and immediately a busy tone came from the other end. Chu Yi hung up the phone immediately.

Zhou Ai looked at the phone that had been hung up, but instead of being annoyed, she laughed out loud.

He could imagine Chu Yi blushing furiously, wishing she could drag him out of her phone and give him a good scolding, but unable to go to work properly.

In high spirits, I stepped on the gas, and the engine roared to life.

The trophy is the crowning achievement of his career, but the person on the other end of the phone is the sweet destination to which he is willingly bound.