LOI Chapter 68 — Extra 2 - Daily Life of of a Married Couple 2

3. Just Dance

The costume Rong Ke bought online arrived.

At first glance, it appeared to be a proper suit, but the buttons were merely decorative. Hidden beneath was a Velcro that could be easily torn open. The trouser seams weren’t properly sewn either. With one pull at the waistband, the entire pair could be stripped off.

In short, it was a standard stripper’s outfit.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with sensual jazz playing in the background. Rong Ke came out of the bathroom wearing the suit. He intended to do a spin in time with the music, but missed the beat and couldn’t connect his following moves smoothly.

“Wait, let me try again.” He grabbed his phone from the dresser, dragged the progress bar back to the beginning, and returned to the bathroom.

“Baby, do you need time to rehearse?” Yan Zhi asked lazily from the bed.

“No!” Rong Ke’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I just haven’t gotten into the groove yet.”

As the intro faded, Rong Ke timed his entrance perfectly, executing several waves and hip thrusts in sync with the music.

This time his transitions were smooth, his movements fluid, but when it came time to tear open his shirt, his hand slipped. The Velcro only partially opened, revealing just a small patch of his chest muscles, looking rather awkward.

He paused to look down at himself and decisively chose to restart. “One more chance.”

Yan Zhi waited patiently on the bed. “Of course, baby.”

On the third attempt, Rong Ke missed the music cue again and simply handed his phone to Yan Zhi. “Just replay it when I tell you to.”

“You know,” Yan Zhi gazed longingly at his suit-clad husband, “it doesn’t matter if the dance isn’t perfect. We could skip to the main event.”

“No,” Rong Ke frowned. “I said I’d dance for you, so I will.”

The music started again, and this time Rong Ke finally found his rhythm.

He alternated between turns and arm movements, and when the chorus hit, he stripped off his upper garments to reveal his chest, but his nipples were covered with black tape in an “X” pattern.

—Once at Fashion Night, Yan Zhi had wanted Rong Ke to do this, but he refused.

The teasing display instantly aroused Yan Zhi to his peak. He watched as Rong Ke crawled onto the foot of the bed, ready to pounce, but as the music changed, Rong Ke spun away and got stuck trying to tear off his pants.

“Why won’t these come off?” Rong Ke tugged at the waistband. He found that it required more force than expected, and told Yan Zhi, “I need to start over.”

Yan Zhi patiently rewound the music ten seconds. “Start from here.”

“From this point…” Rong Ke attempted a few moves, “I can’t catch the rhythm.”

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t mind,” said Yan Zhi.

“But I do.” Rong Ke picked up his jacket and shirt, heading toward the bathroom. “I’m starting over.”

However, Rong Ke didn’t make it back to the bathroom. After just two steps, Yan Zhi leaped off the bed, hoisted him over his shoulder, and carried him back, yanking off the already precariously hanging suit pants.

Beneath the trousers was a black latex thong.

It was Rong Ke’s final surprise.

But now, it was exposed ahead of schedule.

“What are you doing?” Rong Ke complained. “I hadn’t even danced to that part yet.”

“At this rate, I wouldn’t get to see my little wife all night.”

—He meant the little Rong Ke under the thong.

“How long has it been?” Rong Ke muttered. “Your self-control is terrible.”

Yan Zhi raised an eyebrow. “My self-control is terrible?”

Dancing wasn’t Rong Ke’s expertise, so he didn’t dwell on his imperfect performance and soon forgot about it.

Over the next few days, he attended an event out of town. Usually when they were apart, he and Yan Zhi would message constantly, but this time Yan Zhi seemed unusually busy. They only exchanged a few messages throughout the day.

Only when Rong Ke returned home dragging his suitcase and heard Magic Mike’s soundtrack playing in the living room did he realize what Yan Zhi had been busy with these days.

—Learning to dance.

There stood Yan Zhi in a black suit, no shirt beneath the jacket, displaying his beautiful chest and abs.

He straddled a chair, eyes filled with seduction. “Welcome home, baby.”

“Heh.” Rong Ke chuckled, settling onto the sofa, thinking ‘let’s see what you’ve got.’

Although the outfit was similar, Yan Zhi’s dance was very different from Rong Ke’s.

While Rong Ke had slowly stripped off his clothes to the music, Yan Zhi quickly shed everything but cleverly used his suit jacket and the chair back to conceal crucial areas. No matter how he moved or turned, that small region remained tantalizingly hidden.

Every time Rong Ke thought he’d see his little husband, something would block his view.

Gradually, Rong Ke grew more frustrated. He swallowed hard and commanded irritably, “Move your hands.”

Yan Zhi obediently removed his hands but turned his back to Rong Ke, provoking even more imagination.

By now Rong Ke could barely stay seated. “Are you trying to kill me with how sexy you are?”

Yan Zhi approached the sofa and pressed Rong Ke against the backrest. “Want to see?”

Rong Ke instinctively looked down, but Yan Zhi caught his chin. “What’s the rush? The dance isn’t over.”

Unable to contain his fire any longer, Rong Ke suddenly pushed Yan Zhi onto the sofa and straddled him. “We can skip the rest of the dance.”

Yan Zhi clicked his tongue twice. “Baby, looks like your self-control isn’t so great either.”

4. Divorce Crisis

That morning, Rong Ke was awakened by Luo Fei’s phone call.

Still nursing a hangover, he leaned against the headboard for a moment before checking Weibo.

#Rong Ke Yan Zhi Divorce#

[Inside source reveals: Rong Ke and Yan Zhi recently divorced. Rong Ke caught on camera bringing new lover home, suspected to be a top-tier young actor. [Video of Rong Ke bringing someone home]]

Fighting his headache, Rong Ke opened the video. As fuzzy memories gradually cleared, he whipped his head around to look at the person lying beside him-

Sure enough, it wasn’t Yan Zhi.

It was the aforementioned top-tier young actor.

“Hey.” Rong Ke nudged Qin Sui, who was sleeping like a dead pig. “We’ve been photographed.”

“Huh?” Qin Sui woke up groggily, his eyes still unfocused. “What?”

“See for yourself,” Rong Ke said.

The comment section had already spiraled out of control, with almost everyone believing the gossip account’s story.

[They’re divorcing? Unbelievable]

[No wonder RK hasn’t worn his ring in ages, there were signs all along]

[Come to think of it, we haven’t seen them together in forever]

[Stop spreading rumors! Keke doesn’t wear his ring because of work. It’s inconvenient during filming, and he has to wear sponsors’ jewelry at events. As for not being seen together, Beauty God has his own work, he can’t revolve around Keke all day]

[CP fans in shambles lol]

[RongYan is dead, wonder if ZhiKe is next?/eating melon]

[CP fans, explain the video then]

[The one in white T is clearly RK, and the other person is definitely not YZ, isn’t that proof enough?]

[I’m amazed some fans are still in denial. The video is solid evidence. RK brought another man home. If they’re not divorced, then it’s cheating?]

[Their marriage status is none of your business]

[So who is this top-tier actor? Every time paparazzi claim they have dirt on an A-lister, it’s never actually an A-lister]

[Can we get some hints? How are we supposed to guess?]

[Not YZ’s body type]

[As long as it’s not YZ]

[…]

“Shit!” Qin Sui instantly sobered up, looking at Rong Ke in panic. “What do we do, Rong-ge? I think I’ve become your homewrecker.”

Rong Ke rolled his eyes. “You haven’t wrecked anything.”

“Shouldn’t we contact PR for damage control?” Qin Sui clutched his bird’s nest hair in despair. “I don’t want to be the other man!”

Rong Ke wasn’t particularly worried. Rather than clarification, he craved honey water right now.

Right on cue, the bedroom door opened, and Yan Zhi walked in with honey water. “Awake?”

“Mm.” Rong Ke took the honey water and drained it. Beside him, Qin Sui looked hopefully at Yan Zhi. “Ge, where’s mine?”

Yan Zhi took the empty glass from Rong Ke. “Go ask your own husband.”

Qin Sui grumbled irritably, “I told you he’s not my husband!”

Speak of the devil.

Rong Ke’s phone rang; it was Zhou Lin calling.

He got out of bed, yawning as he walked to the bathroom. “Hello?”

“Is that brat at your place?” Zhou Lin’s anxious voice came through.

Rong Ke glanced back to see Qin Sui still arguing with Yan Zhi about the husband issue.

“Aren’t you?” Yan Zhi was saying. “But you cried over him for so long last night.”

“I did not cry! Stop making things up!” Qin Sui quickly denied. “Besides, even if there was something between me and that bastard, why can’t I be the husband?”

“You can’t be,” Yan Zhi said. “Because you’re Zhou Lin’s wife, which is why I let you sleep with my wife last night. If you’re Zhou Lin’s husband, are you saying that you, a married man, spent the night sleeping with my wife?”

Qin Sui stared at Yan Zhi, speechless.

“Therefore,” Yan Zhi concluded, “you’re Zhou Lin’s wife.”

Qin Sui scratched the back of his head, looking convinced. “…Fair point.”

Rong Ke chuckled, closing the bathroom door, and asked Zhou Lin, “When are you coming to get him?”

“Heading over now. Take care of him for me,” Zhou Lin said.

Rong Ke had already been taking care of Qin Sui all night.

Last night, Qin Sui claimed he’d been dumped and called Rong Ke out for drinks. Rong Ke wanted to invite Zhou Lin too, but Qin Sui adamantly refused.

Later, Qin Sui was too drunk to remember his address, and Rong Ke, also quite tipsy, simply brought him home. Then Qin Sui kept clutching Rong Ke while cursing Zhou Lin, and after Rong Ke accompanied him for a while, they both fell asleep.

“Listen, Zhou Lin,” Rong Ke remembered Qin Sui’s tearful face from last night and couldn’t help advising, “maybe you should end those CP partnerships?”

“I didn’t promote any this time, it was the other party’s doing,” Zhou Lin said irritably. “I’ve already told everyone else not to drag me into CP marketing anymore.”

“But Qin Sui won’t cool down so easily.” Last night’s cursing had been particularly ugly, so Rong Ke didn’t repeat it.

“Don’t worry.” Zhou Lin exhaled. “That brat’s easy to coax. He just needs good food.”

Shortly after, Zhou Lin came to Rong Ke and Yan Zhi’s home to pick up Qin Sui.

Although Qin Sui cursed at Zhou Lin when he saw him, once he heard about the Michelin restaurant reservation, he eagerly followed along.

After they left, Rong Ke started an online meeting with Luo Fei and others to discuss clarification strategies.

However, moments later, Yan Zhi handed his phone to Rong Ke. “No need to clarify.”

[Zhou Lin: @Rong Ke Thanks for taking care of my wife [/video of Rong Ke bringing someone home]]

Weibo crashed again, and Rong Ke asked, “Is this their official announcement?”

“Seems so,” Yan Zhi said.

“Good.” Rong Ke ended the video meeting and stretched. “We can have some peace and quiet now.”