Chapter 33

Listening to his advice, I started following the example of other wives and occasionally called him to check on him.

By the way, I must say, this kind of thing is truly—super boring.

Since I often forgot, I had to set a “check-in” alarm for myself in advance.

Usually, by 9:00 in the evening, if Du Hongting hadn’t returned, I would give him a call.

“Hello?”

“Yeah.”

“Where are you?”

“Playing a few rounds of pool with clients.”

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Is this Du Hongting, both boring and not boring?

After he returned home, I lectured him.

“It’s not what you think.” He seemed to be making excuses, “I said that on the phone to find an excuse to leave early. Those guys’ pool skills are terrible, and I got bored.”

“Well, next time, if this happens, send me a text in advance, and I’ll call you.”

Du Hongting’s mouth twitched, “Sure.”

Later on, it turned into him sending a text first: “Give me a call.”

I would then call, urging him to come back early, like acting.

Later still, I never received his texts again. Maybe his social circle already knew he had a clingy wife.

I don’t know why I’m not like other women, getting angry if their husbands come home late or throwing a fit if they don’t have time to spend with them.

Perhaps I was born in the wrong family?

You know, a man is already tired after a day of work, dealing with clients, or enjoying time with friends after work. They definitely need some time and personal space. Why force them to squeeze out some time for you?

Du Hongting sometimes intentionally turns down social engagements, refuses invitations from friends, and makes time to be with me. While I am touched, it becomes a burden for me.

Usually, dealing with him for one evening is enough, but now it’s continuous, all day long, and even the bed is overturned.

Besides, I have my own things to do.

This time for entrepreneurship, I declined Du Hongting’s investment. Rather than being said to succeed because of my husband, I prefer to subject myself to the market for evaluation.

So, the company’s operation currently relies solely on the income from paid software, barely sustaining itself. Learning from the experience of the previous failure, this time, I focus on my expertise as the Chief Technology Officer, not the CEO.

Apart from me, the company has a few colleagues, all from the research lab—like-minded classmates, all guys. It’s not that I’m setting up a harem.

The entire department has more guys than girls, and with the low salary I’m offering and the requirement for strong skills, girls are not interested.

Additionally, I hired a CEO with a hefty salary.

He’s a junior recommended by our advisor, Lin Yan, who is said to be a management genius.

Upon meeting him, he looked so tender that you could squeeze water out of him.

May I ask, is this self-proclaimed title for real, given by this little brother who hasn’t even graduated yet?

At first, we mutually looked down on each other. Despite being around the same age, he constantly pointed fingers at me. He even had the audacity to complain that the ten thousand yuan monthly salary I offered him was too low. He reluctantly accepted the job because of our advisor.

I told Lin Yan, “Do the work if you want, if not, forget it.”

Lin Yan replied, “What if I can secure the first round of financing within a month?”

I shamelessly changed my tune, “Make a request, and the management will try to meet it.”

One month after officially taking office, Lin Yan successfully secured the first round of financing.

I shamelessly changed my tune again, “Make a request, and the management will try to meet it.”

Lin Yan said, “Tonight at your place.”

I brought Lin Yan home.

When we entered, Du Hongting was sitting on the sofa watching financial news.

Lin Yan: “…”

Hehe, didn’t expect my husband to be home tonight?

I introduced Lin Yan to Du Hongting, “Our company’s CEO, Lin Yan.”

Lin Yan, with great composure, immediately extended his hand to Du Hongting—

“Uncle, hello.”

Du Hongting: “…”

I hurriedly said, “He’s my husband.”

Lin Yan: “Oh, really? Sorry, I thought he was your dad.”

Lin Yan really is a capable guy; he managed to finish dinner despite the awkwardness. I told Du Hongting, “This guy seems unpleasant, but he’s efficient. He has unique ideas from system development to product implementation and gradually securing financing. He doesn’t seem like a rookie.”

Du Hongting, in a calm tone, remarked, “Attended his father’s company board meetings at the age of ten. Of course, he has seen a lot.”

I said, “I always thought he was a poor student working hard for his education.”

Du Hongting raised an eyebrow, “So…are you planning to cultivate another rising star?”

I stammered, “Uh, I wouldn’t dare. After all, I’m someone’s wife now.”

Du Hongting sneered.

I sweetened the deal, “You wouldn’t be jealous of a young kid like that, right? There’s no comparison between him and you!”

Damn.

Du Hongting finally hummed a little tune and went to tidy up the dishes.

After washing the dishes, I found Du Hongting flexing his abs in front of the mirror.

He furrowed his brow, “There have been too many social engagements lately; my abs aren’t as defined.”

I replied, “Your abs could pass for a washboard; what more definition do you want?”

After taking a shower, I noticed Du Hongting scrutinizing his face in the mirror, still furrowing his brow, “Do I look old?”

I reassured him, “No, you look like you’re twenty-eight.”

Du Hongting side-eyed me, “Mrs. Du, your husband is twenty-five this year.”

Late at night, we engaged in some intimate activities.

After one round, Du Hongting muttered to himself, “I haven’t done push-ups today.”

I admired his stamina, “How many are you planning to do?”

“Usually ten sets of a hundred each.”

Suddenly, he flipped over, pressing me underneath him, “Let’s exercise together, combining work and rest!”

No! Stop! Please!

A thousand push-ups later, the floor was littered with the remnants of condoms and tissue balls.

Du Hongting continued working hard above me, “Faster… Don’t stop…”

Then, he abruptly applied the brakes.

Lowering his head with a thoughtful expression, he asked me, “Do you think I look old?”

I struggled to refocus, “You! Damn it! Hurry up!”