WG - 64

Chi Zhiyu never imagined the “exchange” would turn into this.

By the time she realized what was happening, she was already somewhat dazed from being kissed.

Xie Ye cupped her cheek and pressed her against the sink, his other hand gripping her waist as he lowered his head with force, biting her lips and stirring her mouth with his tongue.

Chi Zhiyu tilted her head back, her hands around his neck, unconsciously leaning closer to him.

The wet, heated kisses slowly moved down, passing over the corner of her lips, her cheek, and finally landing on her earlobe and neck.

The boy carried a fresh scent, and the minty fragrance of his lips and teeth completely enveloped and possessed her.

“Satisfied?” Xie Ye lightly kissed her ear, his voice low, deliberately asking in a flirtatious tone.

“...” Chi Zhiyu heard his question about satisfaction, and suddenly something clicked in her previously muddled mind. She burst out laughing.

Xie Ye bit her earlobe. “Satisfied to this extent?”

“No,” Chi Zhiyu turned her head to look at him, unable to suppress her laughter. “You asking like that really reminds me of some service personnel.”

“...”

Of course, he knew what she meant. Xie Ye observed the curve of her lips, leaned down to kiss them, and indistinctly said, “Isn’t I serving you right now?”

Upon hearing this, Chi Zhiyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Xie Ye’s lips and tongue slipped in, disrupting her words, slowly kissing her lips one stroke at a time, teasing her, or perhaps truly providing the “service” he mentioned.

But Chi Zhiyu had already regained her senses and wasn’t falling for it. Her tongue pressed against his lips. “When I said ‘exchange,’ I didn’t mean it like this.”

Xie Ye slightly pulled back, unable to suppress a laugh. “Oh, then next time say it earlier.”

Chi Zhiyu: “Hmm?”

Xie Ye lifted her chin. “Now that we’ve exchanged—”

His lips and tongue descended again, following the motion of possession, uttering the final few words:

“No returns.”

...

After finishing up in the bathroom, Chi Zhiyu still swapped their toothpaste and scolded him in the process. “Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

Chi Zhiyu looked at her own lips in the mirror—they were red and a little swollen, clearly showing signs of being thoroughly ravished.

If Li Rulan saw her like this downstairs later, it wouldn’t matter to him if he lost face, but she still had her dignity.

And Xie Ye’s tone was very cocky. “Am I wrong for kissing my girlfriend?”

“...”

Chi Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to argue, and started cooling down with cold water.

After a while, her lips were less red and swollen, looking relatively normal.

Slightly satisfied, Chi Zhiyu hurried him downstairs. After eating breakfast in the kitchen, it was almost noon.

Later, Chi Zhiyu went home to change clothes and asked Aunt Wang about last night’s situation.

Judging by Bai Li’s state yesterday, the night would not be peaceful, and leaving Aunt Wang alone to take care of things was indeed tough.

“Nothing much happened, same as usual. Don’t worry,” Aunt Wang naturally knew Chi Zhiyu had slept at Xie’s house last night but didn’t want her to know more.

After all, it was rare for her to have a good night’s sleep. Knowing would only cause suffering.

Chi Zhiyu saw that the dining room had been cleaned up from last night’s chaos and nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“Where is there talk of hard work?” Aunt Wang chuckled softly. “I’ve been here for so many years; I’m used to it.”

Chi Zhiyu thought for a moment. “Aunt Wang, after I go to school, if anything happens here, please call me immediately.”

“Alright.”

They chatted a bit more when the doorbell suddenly rang. Chi Zhiyu glanced at the time and went to open the door.

Outside, Wu Xuan, holding her laptop, sighed while quickly entering the house. “It’s really too hot outside. Hurry, let me in.”

Chi Zhiyu handed her a pair of slippers and glanced at the sun outside. “Is it really that hot?”

“You can try going out if you dare.”

Wu Xuan changed her shoes, closed the door behind her, and followed Chi Zhiyu inside, greeting Aunt Wang.

“Hello, have some cool tea.” Aunt Wang placed a teacup on the living room coffee table.

“Ah, thank you, Aunt Wang.” Wu Xuan sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup, and took a big gulp.

Chi Zhiyu was amused by her actions, refilled the kettle for her, and asked, “Have you had lunch? If not, you can eat here?”

“What about you?” Wu Xuan drank another cup of tea and casually asked.

Chi Zhiyu shook her head. “I’m not hungry; I just had breakfast.”

“So late?” After saying this, Wu Xuan suddenly remembered something and knowingly hummed, “What did you do last night when you went out with our Wild?”

“...” Chi Zhiyu interrupted her wild imagination. “I just woke up late, don’t think too much.”

Wu Xuan leaned back on the cushion, enjoying the air conditioning, and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s thinking too much? I’m a proper person.”

Chi Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. “I’m also a proper person.”

Wu Xuan hummed. “Then it’s because Xie Ye isn’t proper?”

“...”

Chi Zhiyu recalled the “toothpaste exchange” from the morning, pursed her lips, and calmly said, “That’s what you said.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t.” Wu Xuan waved her hands. “I didn’t say that; you didn’t hear anything.”

Amused by her antics, Chi Zhiyu deliberately asked, “What is Miss Wu afraid to say?”

“Eh, don’t even go there.”

Wu Xuan waved her hands. “I can’t compare to your Wild’s fans online; they already call each other sisters and concubines.”

Chi Zhiyu was startled. “What?”

“Didn’t I text you last night saying your Wild blew up?”

“Mm, and then?”

“And then he really blew up.” Wu Xuan pulled out her phone, searched, and handed it to her. “Take a look at Xie Ye’s Weibo—it’s exploded, and last night he was trending, though it’s calmed down now.”

Chi Zhiyu took the phone and looked down.

On the screen was Xie Ye’s Weibo homepage. The original avatar had been replaced with a black square, and the name remained the same, except for an additional verified tag under the bio.

——【YG Esports Club Team Member】

The first tweet below was a simple retweet of YG’s official announcement for the Asian Invitational.

It was easy to guess that Old Mu had made him retweet it.

But even though it was a very official tweet, the comments below were all over the place.

Chi Zhiyu skimmed through and found most of them were confessions like “hubby is so handsome.”

Further down were the posts Wu Xuan mentioned about calling each other sisters and concubines.

Still, some people were curious about the meaning behind the Weibo username.

[When I first searched for it, I thought it was a fake account.]

There were replies underneath.

[Maybe Wild likes gardenias, wanting to be different?]

[Perhaps Wild wants to add a flower, making it seem more girly?]

[Does anyone upstairs think Wild’s face and attitude have any girlishness?]

[I blindly guess this name must have a deeper meaning.]

[Do you need to blindly guess, upstairs? Isn’t it obvious that this isn’t simple?]

[Nice, let me tell you straight—I don’t even recognize the word Gardenia!]

[Holy shit! +1 for not recognizing it!]

[+2!!!]

[WildGardenia = Wild Gardenia, you’re welcome.]

[Thanks, upstairs for the translation.]

[Thank you!]

[I’ll blindly guess again—this Wild’s real name probably isn’t Gardenia, right?]

[?????]

[?????]

...

Chi Zhiyu laughed out loud when she read this comment.

Wu Xuan leaned over to look and laughed too. “Amazing, such creative brain circuits.”

“Has Xie Ye’s name been made public yet?” Chi Zhiyu chuckled and handed the phone back to her.

Wu Xuan locked the screen and placed it aside. “This was his first appearance yesterday; before that, there was no information online except for his voice. Netizens shouldn’t be able to dig it out so quickly.”

“Mm.” Chi Zhiyu thought that if netizens found out his real name later and combined it with this guess, the scene would be quite amusing.

“But,” Wu Xuan pondered, “when they find out about him, what will you do?”

“Hmm!” Chi Zhiyu didn’t understand. “What do you mean, what will I do?”

“Your personal information,” Wu Xuan explained. “If they can dig out Xie Ye’s info, they should be able to find yours too, right?”

Hearing this, Chi Zhiyu thought for a moment. “Probably not.”

Wu Xuan was surprised. “Why not?”

Chi Zhiyu poured herself a glass of water. “Xie Ye won’t let my information get exposed.”

From the day of the competition when he made her wear a hat and mask, she knew he wouldn’t let the public know too much about her.

The same applied to himself.

After all, the more people knew, the more trouble there would be.

Wu Xuan hadn’t thought of this and blinked. “How do you know?”

Chi Zhiyu lazily gave two words, “Intuition.”

“...”

Wu Xuan was speechless. “Alright, you two are united as husband and wife, huh?”

Chi Zhiyu chuckled. “What? Jealous?”

“Jealous my ass.” Wu Xuan was curious. “But how does Xie Ye ensure your information won’t leak?”

Chi Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget?”

“Hmm?”

“He’s the boss.”

“...”

Impressive.

This was a joke, but Wu Xuan genuinely didn’t think Xie Ye was an ordinary person. Although Xie Ye usually didn’t do anything extravagant or typical of a rich second generation, spending his days either with Chi Zhiyu or attending classes with Li Taoran and occasionally playing basketball.

He seemed to fit the image of an ordinary high school boy, except for his arrogant and impolite demeanor.

But having known him since childhood, she always felt there was something else to him.

Like his family background.

Wu Xuan never asked Chi Zhiyu, but she always felt Xie Ye’s family was quite mysterious. Besides knowing he came here to accompany his mother during her illness, nothing else was mentioned.

Asking him directly was impossible.

So they weren’t particularly interested anyway—they weren’t mingling with Xie Ye’s family.

“The boss sure is amazing,” Wu Xuan joked, glancing at Chi Zhiyu. “Protecting my woman, huh?”

Chi Zhiyu imitated Xie Ye’s tone, arrogantly saying, “You can think of it that way.”

“What nonsense,” Wu Xuan chuckled and stopped asking further questions, picking up her laptop. “Alright, alright, stop feeding me this couple’s sweetness; let’s get to business and fill out college applications.”

“Let’s go to my room.” Chi Zhiyu stood up and walked upstairs.

“Mm.” Wu Xuan followed her up the stairs and suddenly asked, “Does Xie Ye need to fill out applications?”

“He can do whatever; it’s optional,” Chi Zhiyu opened the door and casually replied.

“Tsks.” Wu Xuan entered the room, exclaiming repeatedly, “Being recommended sure is great.”

Chi Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

After speaking, they sat in front of their computers, selecting schools according to the application guidelines, choosing Northru Dance Academy and other backup schools they liked, and finally clicked submit.

The admission notices arrived not long after. Since Xie Ye was a recommended student, he was the first to receive his, but he was at the YG base, so Jian Yazhi signed for it. Chi Zhiyu personally delivered it to him and visited him.

________________________________________

After the preliminary rounds, everyone entered a relaxed resting state, naturally not training as hard as before.

When Chi Zhiyu brought over the admission notice, a group of people were gathered around Lin Jie watching his live stream and intentionally teasing him with guidance.

Xie Ye at the back didn’t participate at all, lazily lying on the sofa in the lounge playing mobile games.

Chi Zhiyu pushed the door open and saw him in this idle state.

Recently, Xie Ye would return every two or three days. Sometimes Chi Zhiyu would visit him, but every time, he was invariably lying on the sofa like this.

Completely unproductive.

When Xie Ye noticed the movement, he lifted his eyelids, looked over, and tilted his chin towards her. “Sit here.”

“...”

Chi Zhiyu walked over and sat in the empty seat beside him, glancing at his screen. “Is Candy Crush fun?”

Xie Ye sincerely commented, “It’s alright.”

Chi Zhiyu was amused by his expression. Ding Hui, who had finished teasing Lin Jie, came to the lounge to find someone and greeted Chi Zhiyu with a smile. “Little Chi is here.”

“Yeah,” Chi Zhiyu glanced outside. “Is Lin Jie done with his live stream?”

“Not yet, still playing,” Ding Hui noticed what she was holding and his eyes lit up. “Is that the admission notice?”

“Ah,” Chi Zhiyu casually handed the notice to Xie Ye. “Yours, keep it safe.”

Xie Ye glanced at it. “Keep it with you.”

“...” Chi Zhiyu clicked her tongue. “I specially brought it for you.”

Xie Ye held it with one hand, about to casually place it aside when Ding Hui came over. “Wait, let me see what the Northru admission notice looks like.”

Xie Ye let him take it, sat up, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of Chi Zhiyu. “Don’t touch.”

Ding Hui was still admiring the notice, exclaiming over its design and details, and asked a few questions about when it was delivered.

Chi Zhiyu casually answered from the side, looking at the water on the table, momentarily forgetting Xie Ye’s words, and reached out to grab it.

Xie Ye caught her hand and glanced at her. “Not learning your lesson, are you?”

She forgot about getting burned earlier.

Chi Zhiyu hummed, obediently stayed still, letting him hold her hand.

Coincidentally, Ding Hui remembered and looked up at Chi Zhiyu. “Little Chi, did you get into Northru too? Or somewhere else?”

Chi Zhiyu smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m an art student.”

“Ah?” Ding Hui genuinely didn’t know this. None of the boys would ask about it, and Xie Ye certainly wouldn’t mention it.

Ding Hui curiously asked, “What kind of art student?”

“Dance major.” Chi Zhiyu promptly added, “Classical dance.”

“Classical dance, huh.” Ding Hui thought for a moment, naming the schools he knew. “Did you get into North Dance Academy?”

Chi Zhiyu was slightly taken aback. “How did you immediately assume I got into North Dance?”

Ding Hui naturally asked, “Isn’t it the best dance school?”

Chi Zhiyu was amused and nodded. “Probably.”

“Tsk, I knew it.”

Ding Hui exclaimed a few sentences when Old Mu came looking for someone, spotted Chi Zhiyu immediately, and hurriedly called her. “Little Chi! We need your help, come quick!”

Hearing his urgent tone, Chi Zhiyu blinked, stood up, and went to find him.

Xie Ye didn’t follow, still sitting on the sofa. Yang Bin came in next, intending to sit in the seat beside him, but Xie Ye outright refused him.

“What?” Yang Bin was confused. “I just want to sit for a bit.”

Xie Ye glanced at him. “No other seats nearby?”

“?” Yang Bin asked, “Is there a difference between nearby seats and this one?”

Xie Ye didn’t respond.

Ding Hui kindly explained, “This seat was just occupied by Little Chi.”

“...”

Yang Bin nearly choked on his words but swallowed his irritation, unwilling to deal with Xie Ye’s arrogance, and sat elsewhere. Just then, he noticed the admission notice. “Oh, Little Chi brought this?”

Asking this, it might be a chain question, so he also asked where Chi Zhiyu got accepted.

“Little Chi studies classical dance and got into North Dance Academy.”

“North Dance, huh.” Yang Bin blinked. “That’s pretty close to us, isn’t it?”

At this point, Ding Hui suddenly remembered Xie Ye’s reason for coming here initially and immediately turned to look at him. “Ah, I knew there was no way you’d just come here because the base was close. You were thinking of being closer to Little Chi, right?”

Xie Ye tapped away at his Candy Crush, leisurely saying, “So what if I am? My girl wants to be close to me.”

“...”

Ding Hui couldn’t help but complain, “How can you say such shameless words?”

“No choice,” Xie Ye drawled. “My wife loves to hear it.”

Yang Bin couldn’t bear it anymore, turned to Ding Hui, and said, “I really want to record this obnoxious act of his and post it on Weibo to show everyone what your Wild is like when he’s in love.”

Ding Hui turned around, expressionlessly looking at him. “Record it.”

Yang Bin choked.

“Oh,” Xie Ye naturally heard it, his tone smug. “Just envy me and say it.”

“?”

“I won’t refuse.”

“...”

Ding Hui and Yang Bin exchanged glances, walked forward, and pinned Xie Ye on the sofa, one on each side, grabbing his collar, ready to give him a taste of societal punishment when—

The door behind them suddenly opened. Both turned to look.

Chi Zhiyu stood by the door, seeing the two-on-one scene, blinked, and asked, “This is...”

Xie Ye half-leaned on the sofa, his collar grabbed, seemingly the weaker party, slowly opening his mouth to her, “I don’t know, they suddenly bullied me.”

“...”