567.
Gu Yiliang’s sleeping face looked so solemn and refined.
My God, how could someone look this good even while asleep?
If a prince on horseback passed by here, even the horse itself would stop in its tracks, unable to keep moving as long as it was looking at him.

His eyelashes were thick, his nose straight, his lips soft-looking.
In short—radiant.
And with those sword-shaped brows—whether they were naturally that way or carefully groomed—he carried an aura of righteousness even in his sleep, everything in perfect harmony.

 

568.
Why was I watching him so attentively?

Because here I was, staying awake in the middle of the night, just to watch him sleep with the help of a little light.

Frowning, I studied Gu Yiliang under the glow of my phone, sighing every few seconds like some mother sewing clothes for her child by candlelight.

 

569.
It was already three in the morning, but my mind was still boiling over, tossed around by endless waves.

Meanwhile, Gu Yiliang—after giving me a fleeting kiss, before I’d even had time to finish running commentary in my head—had peacefully fallen asleep in a single second, leaving me no chance to react.

This kind of behaviour… how to put it?
It was so Gu Yiliang.

Upright like a post, but bent like never before.

 

570.
I slowly raised my hand—then quietly set it down again.

In the end, it was me who had wronged him.
I shouldn’t have abused metaphysical powers.

 

571.
Otherwise, how else to explain this?

Here I was, my heart with him, lying in his bed—
and he was fast asleep, snug in his blanket.

Could it really be just because he’d spent the whole evening hesitating over whether to give me that goodnight kiss, and once he did, he felt relieved enough to sleep like a baby?

Or… was he just experimenting with what it felt like to play father with me?

I didn’t dare wake him up to ask, afraid he’d want to spend the whole night playing duo queue with me.

 

572.
After swearing a solemn oath never to use metaphysical tricks again, I looked at his face—so perfectly aligned with my aesthetic tastes—and a wave of guilt gradually washed over me.

Not only was I secretly shipping our CP, I’d even converted myself, indulging in every moment of his flirting and kindness, savoring them in pain and joy. And in a fit of anger, I had dragged him into all of this with me.

What if tomorrow morning he bitterly regretted it all, distanced himself, and put out an official statement to wash away any ambiguity about our relationship—
bringing our “Niangzi CP” to a definite, absolute end?

What would I do then?

 

573.
Tragic.

That would mean no more sugar to savour,
no one to flirt with me,
no one to treat me kindly,
no one to play games with me—

Could it be that this goodnight kiss, so steady and paternal like a mountain,
was the last piece of sugar I’d ever taste?!

With a heavy heart, I lifted my head and let out a silent cry toward the heavens, listing in my mind his three thousand virtues.

And the more I counted, the clearer it became—

— I didn’t treat him half as well as he treated me.

In fact… had I ever treated him well at all?

 

574.
Sleep was impossible.
I tossed and turned—it was torture.

Finally, I put my phone away, returned slowly to my spot, one hand on my forehead, the other pressed to my chest.

Everything was burning hot.

 

575.
I had to treat him well.
I had to do everything I could to keep him by my side.

 

576.
All night, I polished my plan.

In front of the mirror, I hyped myself up, determined to serve him with the best attitude and provide top-quality service.

I couldn’t keep interacting with him just for the sake of stealing scraps of sugar.

From today on—
I was going on a sugar-free diet.
One day without sugar!

 

577.
The very moment Gu Yiliang opened his eyes, I brought him breakfast.

He froze for a good ten seconds before sitting up, still drowsy: “… Why…”

Me: “Millet porridge and custard buns—your favourites. I went downstairs to buy them myself. Come on, eat while it’s hot.”

Him: “… Can I brush my teeth first?”

Me: “Wait, I’ll put the toothpaste on for you.”

He paused slightly as he brushed his teeth, while I obediently stayed by his side.
When I saw he was about to rinse his mouth, I immediately held out a glass of water with both hands.

He spat out the foam, hesitated, and asked: “… Your hip… is it any better?”

Look—his second sentence upon waking was already to worry about me.

I replied: “Thanks for caring, it’s completely healed, no problem at all.”

Seeing his sceptical expression, I twisted my hips in a circle and even got ready to jump in place.

He immediately held me back, frowning slightly: “Don’t hurt yourself again.”

See—his second action upon waking was still to worry about me.

My heart tightened. I gazed at him emotionally, not knowing how to repay him. Then he picked up a tube of facial cleanser.

I gathered my qi in my dantian:“Let me do it!”

 

578.
Gu Yiliang stayed still—either letting me do it, or because I’d scared him.

I worked the cleanser into a foam, spread it carefully across his face, and while rubbing it in, I praised him:
“Your skin is amazing—smooth, poreless, like a little lightbulb. Close your eyes a bit, there… Honestly, any brand that hasn’t signed you as their ambassador yet is losing big money—”

He rinsed himself, and I immediately handed him a towel.

He took it, looking a bit dazed, a complicated expression on his face: “You don’t have to do all this…”

Me: “Of course I do!”
I shook my head firmly. “It’s my duty.”

 

579.
Why did his expression look even more troubled?

That meant I wasn’t working hard enough!

 

580.
I handed him the outfit I’d picked out for the day, watched attentively as he changed, helped adjust his collar and smooth his hemline, escorted him to the table, handed him the spoon and napkins, and even blew on the porridge before sliding it toward him.

The whole time, he just sat there, staring at me, frozen.

I picked up the porridge bowl: “Do you want me to feed you?”

 

581.
Him: “…”

After hesitating, he picked up the other bowl: “Then… should I feed you too?”

Huh?! That wasn’t in my script.

Me: “…”

After a pause, I replied: “…Okay?”

 

582
We sat facing each other.

He fed me spoonful after spoonful of porridge, looking hesitant, while I fed him spoonful after spoonful, looking bewildered.

Helping each other? Harmony and kindness?

The atmosphere was… slightly strange.

I scooped up a spoonful of side dish: “Here, with your favourite dried pork floss.”

He scooped up another: “Here, with your favourite soybeans.”

Me: “Slowly, slowly, careful, it’s hot.”
Him: “Slowly, slowly, don’t choke.”

Me: “?”
Him: “?”

I set my bowl down and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

He reached out, brushed my chin with four fingers, and wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb.

 

583.
Me: “…”

How could he be like this?!
I couldn’t beat him in righteousness, couldn’t beat him in seduction, and now—even in kindness, I couldn’t beat him?!

 

584.
Calm down, calm down. If this road’s blocked, find another way.

After some thought, I said: “Yesterday, those hospital photos of us spread everywhere. The fans and haters are fighting, there are even conspiracy theories saying we’re deliberately playing up the couple act. But don’t worry, I’ve already contacted people to handle it. Don’t look at the Weibo comments, or it’ll just bring you down.”

He froze for a moment, looking a little puzzled: “Why would there be conspiracy theories from fans and haters?”

“Oh, right, you don’t even know what you said yesterday… It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I stayed silent when I shouldn’t have, I was weak when I should’ve been strong. It’s all my fault.”

I smiled at him sincerely: “You know how fans are—they love gossip and speculation. In the end, it’s not so bad. It’s free publicity, and it boosts visibility for the show you’re filming next week.”

He glanced at his schedule on his phone: “…I don’t have any show scheduled next week?”

Me: “Now you do.”

Him: “…?”

Me: “A top-tier variety show, with a super popular rising actress, and two other high-profile couples. You see the idea? That way—”

He cut me off: “Was this arranged by the company? Why not let me go on it with you?”

I froze in place.

It was true—he had no connection with that actress, their interaction might end up awkward, and it could even trigger backlash from fans who shipped them with others… Plus, among the two other couples, one was openly milking ambiguity just for the buzz. It would be much better if we appeared together on this show.

Me: “Do you want me to go on the show with you?”
Him: “Yeah.”
Me: “Got it, I’ll talk to the agency. I’ll pamper you like royalty!”

His expression darkened slightly.

 

585.
Why?!
I get him a top-tier show, and he doesn’t even show the tiniest bit of joy?

Could it be because he thinks the schedule’s too packed? But isn’t he supposed to be the hard-working type?

I stared at him, baffled, then took a deep breath and unleashed my second ultimate weapon: “By the way, is this still your usual address? In a few days, a package should arrive—make sure you’re there to receive it.”

Him: “What package?”
Me: “That pair of sneakers you were dying to get but couldn’t manage to buy. A friend had a pair.”
Him: “…For me?”

This time, he’d definitely be happy!

I nodded eagerly: “Yes, yes!”

 

586.
Gu Yiliang suddenly grabbed my wrist, his expression unfriendly: “You do this… with everyone?”

Huh? What’s he talking about?

Me: “No? Only you. That pair of sneakers is one of a kind—even if I wanted to give them to someone else, it’d be impossible.”

In an instant, his face lit up. A radiant smile spread across his lips, his gaze overflowing with indescribable tenderness.

Bingo—I’d found his weak spot! He reacts to sweet words!

As I ransacked my brain for more syrupy lines to dish out, his phone rang.

 

587.
Gu Yiliang came back from the call looking a little troubled.

I already had a rough idea what it was about, but I still put on a perplexed, worried look: “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t bother to hide it: “A family issue. My old man’s decided to go abroad with my stepmother. He told me not to try contacting them again.”

Me: “…”

 

588.
Wait—did Lao Huang actually pull something on them when I only asked him to find a solution?!

Why didn’t I inherit even half of his efficiency?! Why didn’t he tell me before acting?!

Uneasy, I asked: “Uh… So, um… they’re doing okay otherwise?”

He gave me a puzzled glance, then nodded: “They came into some unexpected money, and that car accident from before is going to be reopened. So… they ran away.”

Phew—good, so Lao Huang is reliable.

I exhaled in relief and even let out a little laugh: “Then, that’s actually kind of good news, isn’t it?”

He hesitated before saying: “Well… it’s just that the way they got the money is a bit odd.”

Me: “?”

Him: “A window of the house was smashed, and inside they found a bundle of cash and a card with a note giving its PIN… signed ‘Your father.’”

Me: “…”

Him: “They thought it might have been a criminal who got the wrong house, and without thinking too much, they just took the money and fled.”

Me: “…”

Him: “I don’t know who did it, but whoever it was is really stupid.”

Me: “…Hmm.”

 

Translator : DarNan