Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

Five years later.

"Why hasn't Heng Gan arrived yet?"

"We've been waiting for over two minutes!"

"I don't know, it was supposed to be 9:30."

From a distance, the lobby of this Grade A office building was already packed with people.

Young men and women, clutching autographed books and physical copies, stood on tiptoe to peer into the entrance.

The soft murmurs were filled with barely concealed joy.

"Sorry, sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I'm late, I'm late."

At that moment, a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in.

He was wearing a well-pressed white shirt.

The sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing a slender yet neat wrist bone.

Light blue jeans hugged her straight legs.

He was wearing sneakers with a famous logo on his feet.

He exuded a clean, scholarly air about him.

She also wore a silver pendant around her neck, and upon closer inspection, the pendant had the character "宝" (treasure) written on it.

The moment they entered, the entire room erupted in a gasp that seemed to lift the roof off.

"Heng Gan is here! Heng Gan is here!"

The screams rose in waves.

The vibrations made the glass windows tremble slightly.

Jin Bao'er calmly walked behind the long table and sat down.

He picked up a black ballpoint pen with his fingertips.

When she looked up, a gentle smile played in her eyes.

He raised his hand and waved to everyone.

"Thank you everyone for your support. I will continue to work hard."

"Heng Gan, did Heng Ge and Gan Gan from our book finally reunite?"

A girl with a high ponytail in the front row was holding a microphone.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling.

She looked at him expectantly.

Jin Bao'er paused for a moment upon hearing this question.

He then gave a polite smile.

"We'll meet...we should meet, right?"

When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids.

My thoughts drifted off to who knows where.

Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a tall figure standing beside a pillar not far away.

The man was wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down very low.

He was wearing a black mask that covered almost half of his face.

All that can be seen is her tightly pursed jawline and a section of her neck exposed; the lines are cold, hard, and sharp.

But that broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure.

The sheer presence of that person exudes a sense of oppression.

Yet it was so familiar that it made Jin Bao'er's heart skip a beat.

He subconsciously wanted to take another look, and his grip on the pen tightened slightly.

But when I looked up again, the shadow was empty.

Only the passing crowds hurried by.

Jin Bao'er blinked, suppressing the inexplicable flutter in her heart.

He lowered his head again and continued signing his name.

"Heng Gan, please! You have to let them be together!"

"I'm teetering on the edge of crying myself to death and waiting to die every day, please, please!"

A boy wearing a hoodie squeezed to the front of the table.

Grab Jin Bao'er's wrist.

Eyes are red.

His tone was full of pleading.

Jin Bao'er was taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm.

Then she smiled and curled her lips.

I patted the back of his hand.

The voice was gentle and mild.

"Okay, I'll think about it seriously."

……

Jinbaoer has held countless offline meet-and-greets like this.

From initial nervousness and anxiety to current ease and confidence.

Time has smoothed out his youthful naiveté.

It also cultivated a calm and composed demeanor.

He is no longer the boy who would make his ex-boyfriend cry when faced with injustice.

"Sorry everyone, it's time for our in-person meeting."

"For those who didn't sign in, come and get a small gift. Hope you won't mind!"

Hu Xiaowen, wearing a blue baseball cap, cleared his throat.

He waved behind him.

The staff immediately carried up several large boxes.

When you open it, it's full of adorable little bear plush toys.

That's right, Jin Bao'er became an L3 writer on the platform in her third year of writing.

In the fourth year, he was successfully promoted to L4.

And now, he is a renowned author standing at the top of the pyramid.

Back in the year he was promoted to L5, he poached Hu Xiaowen from his original company.

Make him your personal assistant.

We'll pay him a salary of 10,000 yuan a month.

The work, however, was quite easy.

It was just helping him organize the information and filter the activities he needed to attend.

It's almost as easy as moving your mouth and fingers.

Hu Xiaowen moved to Jinbaoer's city specifically for this job.

The eldest son, wanting to reunite with his wife, naturally followed along.

At that moment, the boss was wearing a well-tailored black suit.

He stood ramrod straight beside the long table, his hands behind his back.

The broad shoulders make the suit jacket look exceptionally stylish.

His face was expressionless.

His eyes, however, swept sharply across the crowd.

He looks exactly like a professional bodyguard.

Thanks to Jinbao'er, they managed to live a very comfortable life together.

The eldest brother's salary is also 10,000 yuan.

The work is easier than Hu Xiaowen's.

When there are people around, I just stand there to make a scene.

When no one is around, you can sit or lie down anywhere, and no one will care.

After all, this was his wife's best friend and his former roommate.

If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to at least make the most of that 10,000 yuan salary...

He wanted to spend all his time lounging on the sofa in Jinbaoer's studio.

Holding my phone and scrolling through videos, I didn't move at all.

After the meeting ended, the boss skillfully managed to clear the crowd.

Protecting Jinbao'er, they walked towards the elevator.

The three of them got into the black car parked at the door without any problems.

The car drove smoothly away from the office building.

The carriage was so quiet that only the soft hum of the air conditioning vents could be heard.

"I think I just saw someone, and their figure looks a bit like Zhao Yuheng."

Hu Xiaowen suddenly spoke.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Jin Bao'er's fingers, which were gripping the phone, suddenly paused.

The other hand, hanging by her side, quietly clenched into a fist.

He saw it too.

The eldest brother crossed his legs.

My fingers flew across the phone screen, swiping names rapidly.

Hearing this, he scoffed dismissively, "They're busy, they don't even get enough sleep every day, they don't have time to come here and cause trouble."

"Are you still in contact with him?"

Hu Xiaowen turned to look at him, her tone scrutinizing.

The eldest brother looked up guiltily and quickly glanced at Jin Bao'er.

Seeing him staring out the window with a blank expression, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He muttered under his breath, "What kind of contact do we have? Just a greeting during holidays."

"They only come back a few days later, always saying they're too busy and don't have time."

"For the past six months or so, I haven't even received a greeting."

"You'd better be."

Hu Xiaowen rolled her eyes at her husband.

Then he reached out and grabbed Jinbao'er's arm.

Her voice softened slightly, "Jin Bao'er, do you... still like him?"

Jin Bao'er's gaze fell on the window.

The city's dazzling neon lights flashed by.

The light and shadow flickered on his face.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice as soft as a breeze: "I don't like it anymore."

As the last word faded, his hand, resting on his knee, subtly clenched, his fingertips turning white.

the other side.

A dusty truck was parked in the shadows by the roadside.

Zhao Yuheng opened the passenger door and got in.

I was so exhausted that my body was practically overflowing with fatigue.

He smirked and took off his hat and mask, tossing them aside.

His sharply defined face was revealed.

Years of exposure to wind and sun have turned his skin a deeper bronze color.

The coldness in his eyes faded, replaced by a gentler look.

His face was covered in stubble.

The bluish-black bruises on his chin gave him a weathered look.

There were still a few specks of ash on his face.

The work jacket he was wearing was gray and old.

The cuffs were frayed, and the trouser legs were speckled with mud.

"Brother, what have you been doing for so long?"

The young driver in the driver's seat turned to look at him.

He handed me a bottle of mineral water.

This is another master that Zhao Yuheng recruited.

The two can take turns driving long distances, so they can keep each other company.

Zhao Yuheng unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp.

The cool water slid down my throat, finally calming the burning sensation in my heart.

He leaned back in his chair.

Looking towards the office building not far away.

A gentle smile flickered in her eyes: "I'm meeting someone important."

The young driver's eyes lit up.

He leaned closer, eager to gossip: "Wow, is he meeting his sister-in-law?"

"Brother, we've known each other for so long, but I've never met your wife! Is she pretty?"

"Not pretty."

He said in a low voice.

The young driver was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Zhao Yuheng ignored him.

My fingertips gently caressed the bottle.

The image of that young man with black-rimmed glasses involuntarily came to mind.

The way her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she sat at the table, head bowed, signing her name.

And when he ate the chicken leg he picked himself, his cheeks bulged out, like a satisfied little squirrel.

He couldn't help but smile.

Her voice held a doting tone she herself was unaware of: "But it's cute."

Seeing his expression, the young driver immediately gave him a knowing look.

He chuckled.

The truck's engine restarted, and it slowly merged into the traffic.

The moonlight outside the window gently spilled onto the asphalt road.

It looked like a layer of shattered silver.

Two headlights pointing in opposite directions, one bright and one dim.

It gradually disappeared into the night.