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

Around 5 p.m., the group met at the west gate of the school. Sheng Congye drove, Chu Zhuo sat in the passenger seat, and the other three sat in the back.

The meal went smoothly, except that Chu Zhuo's alcohol tolerance was low. Unlike the last time when he only had a few glasses of fruit wine, he drank a lot more this time, and felt dizzy when he paid the bill.

Sheng Congye scooped up Chu Zhuo in his arms, and the boy squirmed in his arms: "I want to get down. People have two legs and they need to move around, otherwise they'll rust."

"Zhuobao, you're a sweet baby, you won't rust." Sheng Congye was unaffected and held him very steadily.

Chu Zhu put her leg on Sheng Congye's shoulder and said in a mysterious tone, "You don't understand people. Just like a cat, even if it is kept by humans, it can't lose its hunting skills. That's its specialty."

Sheng Congye: "...Zhuobao, you're drunk."

"Right, I didn't say I was sober, otherwise why would a cat share its housekeeping skills with people?" Chu Zhu finished speaking, leaning back. "But, my mind is all over the place. This barre is so weird, it keeps moving around, and I can't even hold it down with my legs."

In other words, his body was flexible and could withstand all sorts of things being done to Sheng Congye.

Sheng Congye lowered her eyelids and gently held his waist: "Sweetie, let's go back and massage, okay?"

Tao Wei, standing next to him, was trying so hard not to laugh that he almost went crazy.

Tang Qiu covered her mouth and chuckled, holding hands with Jiang Yi and whispering, "I didn't expect Chu Zhuo to be so fun when he's drunk."

Sheng Congye had to take care of Chu Zhuo and couldn't drive, so he held Chu Zhuo firmly and climbed into the back seat. Jiang Yi, who also had a driver's license, drove on the way back.

Tao Wei clung to the car window, watching the scenery rush by, and sighed to himself, "Sigh, I rode with a young couple on the way here, and another couple on the way back. My life is so miserable."

"Huh? Who wants to eat bitter melon?" Chu Zhuo poked her head out from Sheng Congye's arms. "Tao Wei, do you athletes also need to maintain your physique?"

Sheng Congye hugged him: "He's just grumbling, don't pay him any mind."

Tao Wei was intimidated by Sheng Congye's gaze: "Xiao Ji, go and bother your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend... is called Sheng Congye." Chu Zhu vaguely remembered the name.

Sheng Congye's gaze softened as he stroked Zhuobao's fine, black hair with his palm: "Yes, Sheng Congye is here. Is your stomach upset, Zhuobao? Do you feel nauseous?"

Chu Zhu shook her head slowly, "No, my stomach is behaving itself."

"Our Zhuobao is such a good boy," Sheng Congye coaxed him.

The two talked on and off the way.

After parking the car, Tao Wei quickly got out of the car and said, "I'm going to play basketball for a bit, bye."

Previously, Jiang Yi wouldn't let him pick him up, but now that they were going back, he insisted on taking Tang Qiu back to his dorm. Tang Qiu didn't intend to refuse again; he wanted to spend more time with Jiang Yi.

The relationship between these childhood sweethearts is steadily growing.

Sheng Congye half-embraced Chu Zhuo, responding to his every murmur, and they walked all the way to the dormitory before coaxing him to sleep.

The next day.

Chu Zhuo, still drunk and incoherent, clearly remembered how he had tormented Sheng Congye the whole way. He rubbed his forehead and said, "Brother Ye, you don't have to respond to every word I say in my drunken ramblings. The more you talk, the more excited I get."

Having just found a partner, Sheng Congye couldn't help but say, "...Baby, only those who are unwilling feel forced. With you, I'm completely willing."

Chu Zhuo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she tiptoed and kissed Sheng Congye's cheek: "I like listening to this."

More than half a month after the start of winter, the capital city finally welcomed its first heavy snowfall.

Unlike the previous light snowfalls, this one snowfall lasted all night, with the snow reaching above the ankles.

Sheng Congye left school for some business and didn't come back for three consecutive nights, but he still sent a lot of greetings on WeChat, creating the illusion that they hadn't been apart at all these past two days.

Chu Zhuo, holding her phone, mentioned something to Sheng Congye.

The classical dance competition he had previously registered for required him to arrive at the venue in advance.

Sheng Congye's frustrated voice came through the phone: "Zhuobao, send me the hotel location and room number. I'll fly over as soon as I finish here."

"The competition doesn't start until the day after tomorrow, you take care of your business," Chu Zhuo said.

That's what he said, but Sheng Congye silently quickened his pace.

After reporting the situation and getting leave from her counselor, Chu Zhuo packed her travel bag and took a taxi to the airport.

Three hours later, I landed at the hotel, quickly settled in, and found a small restaurant nearby where I ordered a bowl of wontons.

The night passed as usual, and the competition organizers issued a notice reminding the contestants to submit their materials.

Chu Zhuo submitted the documents one by one according to the procedure, and it didn't end until the afternoon. Then he did a lot of site visits, and his feet were numb from walking. When he got back to the hotel, he just lay down and took a nap.

When Chu Zhuo woke up in the evening, she ate some vegetable porridge and fried dumplings, and was still half asleep when she heard a knock on the door. She rubbed her eyes, looked through the peephole, and excitedly opened the door, jumping onto Sheng Congye: "Brother Ye, what brings you here?"

"I want to see you." Sheng Congye hooked his arm around his thigh, stepped into the room, kicked the door shut, and carried him inside. "Zhuobao, are you sleepy? Go back to sleep, it's still early."

Chu Zhuo was mostly awake now and asked, "What time is it? You don't have a flight in the middle of the night, do you?"

"It's past three o'clock. I slept for more than two hours on the plane, so I'm not tired." Sheng Congye kissed his lips. "Zhuobao, go to sleep."

Chu Zhuo wasn't sleepy at all, but he was so gently coaxed that she fell asleep again in Sheng Congye's arms.

He opened his eyes around 8 a.m. and found himself alone in bed. If he hadn't caught a glimpse of the black backpack on the sofa chair, Chu Zhuo would have thought he had just had a dream.

"Brother Ye?" he called out to his surroundings, but no one answered.

Listening carefully, Chu Zhuo heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She got up and knocked on the bathroom door: "Brother Ye, are you there?"

Sheng Congye paused, his previously calm breathing becoming rapid again. He turned down the water flow and subtly guided Chu Zhuo to speak: "I'm here. Did yesterday go smoothly?"

Chu Zhuo excitedly shared: "It went very smoothly. The organizers were super patient. Several contestants complimented me on my good physique. They were so cute. I love this world."

Sheng Congye's forehead veins bulged, and he clenched his teeth desperately, the water rippling across his body.

He thought to himself, "I like you."

The sound of voices made him feel better than being self-sufficient. Sheng Congye dried himself off and changed into clean clothes: "Go brush your teeth. I'll call the hotel and have them deliver food."

"Oh, is Ye-ge hot? Taking a shower so early in the morning, be careful not to catch a cold." Chu Zhuo took out his toothbrush, toothpaste, and cup, and asked him about it before going in.

Sheng Congye: "..."

The waiter knocked on the door and pushed in a trolley. Today's breakfast included oatmeal porridge, spaghetti bolognese, fried eggs, pan-fried bacon and grilled sausages, milk, freshly squeezed carrot juice, brown sugar steamed buns shaped like flowers, and other side dishes and pastries.

Chu Zhuo looks thin, but she actually has a big appetite. Dance students have a lot of physical activity when they practice, so they have to eat their fill.

There were many kinds of food, but small portions, and we ate our breakfast clean.

Chu Zhuo tidied his backpack and asked in a moment, "Has Brother Ye been here before? I'm free this morning, so I can go take a look around. Come back after lunch to change your clothes, as I need to report to the venue at 3:30 this afternoon."

Sheng Congye has certainly been here.

As one of the political, economic and cultural centers, the capital city of Fucheng has a highly developed financial and trade sector.

After finishing the college entrance examination, Fucheng University was one of his choices. However, in order to attract talent, Imperial University offered him many preferential treatments, such as opening a green channel for his application for projects and not needing to ask his advisor for leave if he had something to do. Under these circumstances, Sheng Congye chose Imperial University.

"I've been here a few times, but I've always been busy with important matters and haven't had a proper chance to stop and have some fun," Sheng Congye said, feigning sympathy.

Chu Zhuo stepped forward and hugged him: "It's okay, you have your boyfriend with you this time."

Sheng Congye was thrilled to have successfully gotten a hug from Zhuobao.