Lin Zhi followed Song Mian abroad to get their marriage certificate. Before the registration, Lin Zhi acted all sneaky. During the process, he made Song Mian stand behind him, drawing on his husband’s sense of responsibility. But when facing the staff, Lin Zhi couldn’t get a single word out.
Song Mian: “……”
Lin Zhi retreated again, looking at Song Mian pitifully. He whispered, “You’re in charge of the family today.”
Song Mian lowered his gaze without a word and didn’t move.
The staff looked at them curiously. Lin Zhi tugged Song Mian’s hand and leaned close to his ear. “Hubby! You’re the hubby today.”
Only then did Song Mian step forward.
Lin Zhi fumed inwardly!
Whoever said the real top didn’t care about this stuff—Song Mian clearly did!
The moment they got the certificate, Lin Zhi pettily declared, “You still can’t be the head of this family.”
Song Mian finally pushed back on this.
“Why? You just called me hubby.”
Lin Zhi wasn’t happy.
“Taking back the act now that we’ve got the certificate?”
Song Mian’s lips curved up. He teased on purpose, “Yeah, Zhizhi wifey.”
Lin Zhi elbowed him.
Song Mian corrected himself. “Zhizhi hubby.”
Lin Zhi was satisfied!
The Romance Survival System chimed in right on time, announcing “Congratulations on your marriage!” in Lin Zhi’s mind.
Lin Zhi grew suspicious. “Your timing is way too perfect. Last time too—just when I went to film, you showed up. Do you know everything I do?”
The Romance Survival System’s electronic voice was righteously indignant: 【I left a part of my consciousness to monitor you, host! Last time, if I hadn’t come back, what would I have said when the male lead spilled your rabbit secret?】
Lin Zhi had to admit the Romance Survival System made a good point.
After the congratulations, the system lamented wandering as a stray in a foreign land, waiting for its boss to retrieve it.
After getting the certificate, Lin Zhi finally understood why some people loved posting their marriage certificates and wedding photos on Moments. He wanted to show it off too. But he knew if he did, he’d go viral alongside Song Mian.
Lin Zhi didn’t want fame, but he craved the bragging rights with nowhere to flex. Clever Lin Zhi finally came up with a way: he posted a Moments update visible only to his two roommates and Song Mian.
The photo was their marriage certificate!
Lin Zhi grinned smugly.
“Mu Yun’s gonna freak!”
Song Mian pulled over Lin Zhi, who wasn’t watching where he was going and nearly tripped on a rock. He warned, “Watch the road, or I’ll carry you.”
Foreign passersby streamed by, all strangers.
“Don’t carry me!” Lin Zhi said seriously.
Song Mian replied just as seriously, “One more time, and I will.”
Lin Zhi walked properly after that.
Tong Xu was first to react in their group chat: [Congratulations]. Then he privately messaged Lin Zhi: [Still acting tough with me?]
Lin Zhi: [All straight guys are like that, but not me anymore.]
Tong Xu sent a barrage of dots, then: [Don’t drag Song Mian into your trash-picking.]
As if!
Zhu Muyun also sent “Congratulations” in the group, but didn’t reach out to Lin Zhi. Lin Zhi held back his pride and didn’t message first to ask if he’d scared him.
Being abroad, Lin Zhi naturally dragged Song Mian to the Carrot Farm with him. With Song Mian’s bottomless wealth, Lin Zhi hauled away a pile of foreign carrots! But carrots couldn’t go on planes, so Lin Zhi negotiated with Song Mian to delay their return by a day.
Song Mian felt exasperated. “Do you really have to eat them?”
Lin Zhi nodded. “That’s how rabbits are.”
He’d even bravely embraced his rabbit identity.
Song Mian said wistfully, “Rabbits aren’t like that.”
Lin Zhi insisted, “They totally are!”
Song Mian: “Fine, one more day. What’s in it for me?”
Lin Zhi’s eyes widened as he pointed at his belly.
“I’m like this already, and you want perks? You poked the baby on purpose before, didn’t you?”
Lin Zhi could be utterly shameless sometimes. Song Mian was stunned for a good while before he spoke. He pinched Lin Zhi’s cheeks. “I meant for you to wear what I bought.”
What had Song Mian bought?
Lin Zhi dug through and found a pair of bunny ear hairband.
Lin Zhi gasped, his face flushing as he tilted his head at Song Mian.
“You—”
Song Mian was calm and composed. “Put it on.”
Lin Zhi shoved the hairband back in the bag, stammering, “Y-you want a pregnant hubby to play SM with you? No way!”
Lin Zhi stomped off to sulk on the sofa.
Song Mian: ??
Song Mian picked up the hairband and placed it on Lin Zhi’s head, baffled. “What the hell do you look at all day? I just wanted you to wear it so I could see.”
Song Mian crouched down for a look and commented, “Cute.”
Lin Zhi’s face burned even redder with shame. He ignored Song Mian all evening. Song Mian, the jerk, chuckled whenever Lin Zhi started to forget.
So mean!
Utterly mean!
So his own sleaziness outdid Song Mian’s, huh!
Lin Zhi couldn’t accept it.
The indignant Lin Zhi looked up rabbits and, upon learning they were naturally a bit lustful, felt reassured. It was in their genes, nothing to do with him!
Lin Zhi stayed abroad an extra day, finishing the carrots before returning home.
Back in the country, Lin Zhi headed straight to the dorm.
“Muyun, I got married!”
Zhu Muyun was still dazed. “I know.”
“How’d you take it?”
Zhu Muyun mumbled blankly, “Nothing about two guys not being allowed together.”
Pretty chill, all things considered.
Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes and pointed at his belly. “I’m pregnant.”
Zhu Muyun lost his cool.
Zhu Muyun looked pained. “Zhizhi, don’t do this!”
Lin Zhi went to mess with Tong Xu next. Tong Xu’s response: “Cut it out.”
Lin Zhi raised a brow. “I told you guys, but you didn’t believe me.”
No one would believe it except Song Mian, who’d witnessed it firsthand.
Lin Zhi pocketed his marriage certificate and “accidentally” dropped it in front of Sun Butler. He feigned panic to pick it up, but Sun Butler beat him to it.
Sun Butler’s face paled then flushed as he stared for a long time, grieving, “You still got your way. The young master’s fine genes won’t carry on! Treat him right—don’t go messing around just ’cause you’re pretty, got it?”
Lin Zhi grinned wickedly.
“Got it.”
That night, the wicked Lin Zhi got his comeuppance from Song Mian.
“Uncle Sun said not to mess around outside, and you laughed at him.”
Lin Zhi looked innocent. “I didn’t.”
“You didn’t laugh?”
Lin Zhi: “I did.”
Song Mian sealed Lin Zhi’s mouth with a kiss, deep and consuming until Lin Zhi’s legs went weak and his lips could barely close. Song Mian still wouldn’t let go.
“Gonna mess around outside?”
Lin Zhi whined, “I didn’t! Uncle Sun’s reaction was just hilarious. You bullying a pregnant hubby?”
Song Mian pressed against him. “Not bullying. Help me, and you’re forgiven.”
That night, Lin Zhi was exhausted. Song Mian helped him out too. Lin Zhi’s face stayed flushed; it felt bizarre. The next morning, it hit him.
Song Mian, on purpose!
Song Mian admitted it.
“On purpose. Punish me.”
Punish what?
But Lin Zhi did punish Song Mian. Maybe due to pregnancy hormones, he got in the mood often, so he made Song Mian help. Song Mian indulged him at first, but days later, he put his foot down.
“Don’t you remember you’re straight?”
Lin Zhi faced reality. “Not anymore.”
Song Mian: “Overindulgence is bad. You’ve got the baby.”
Lin Zhi buried his face, flushed and muffled. “You told me to punish you!”
Song Mian: “Pick something else.”
Lin Zhi refused.
“You really wanna be a horny gay?”
Lin Zhi was mortified by Song Mian’s words.
Such a lewd gay.
Lin Zhi actually loved sleeping with Song Mian—he really smelled nice! Plus, Song Mian was super respectful of his pregnant self now. Lin Zhi started teasing him without helping out, claiming “helping means punishing you.” Song Mian wouldn’t risk letting a pregnant guy go overboard, so he endured the teasing.
Seeing Song Mian’s moody face gave the sneaky Lin Zhi immense satisfaction.
But one day, Song Mian pinned him down for a fierce kiss and used his leg to resolve it. Lin Zhi behaved after that.
After a few obedient days, Lin Zhi toyed with the idea of outing them in that forum CP thread but decided it was too flashy. It even kept him up a bit.
Song Mian was speechless.
“You brood over this crap all day?”
Lin Zhi got serious. “It’s not trivial. First time in love and married—I gotta be a top-notch hubby.”
Song Mian’s breath hitched.
Lin Zhi clapped a hand over Song Mian’s mouth. Song Mian removed it, kissed him senseless, and warmed his body with touches.
sigh.
Lin Zhi grumbled like an old man, “Who else would put up with your clinginess if not me?”
“So I won’t leave you.” Song Mian gently stroked Lin Zhi’s belly, his hand drifting lower. Seeing Song Mian getting frisky again, Lin Zhi bolted.
“Don’t interrupt my thinking!”
Song Mian: “…….”
Lin Zhi posted nothing; he hadn’t planned to anyway. He just put on a show for Song Mian, proving his hubby credentials included pondering such matters.
Lin Zhi had lost all fun—no more entertainment, no ice cream or cold drinks. He rebelled.
Useless!
“I liked your indifferent attitude better before.”
Song Mian: “Didn’t you hate that I didn’t care back then?”
Lin Zhi grabbed Song Mian’s hand, all fawning. “Don’t hate, don’t hate, don’t hate!”
Song Mian said wistfully, “Too late, Zhizhi hubby.”
Lin Zhi scowled. “You poked the baby.”
Song Mian shrugged. “Talked about it so much, I’m immune.”
Lin Zhi: “Hmph.”
He dropped Song Mian’s hand and walked off.
“Where to?”
Lin Zhi mumbled, “To sulk.”
Song Mian chuckled softly.
“Baby, don’t be so cute.”
Lin Zhi shot him a fierce glare!
