Idol Chapter 133

A few years ago, if Huo Ren had seen Pei Ruye, where could he have relaxed like this, encountering each other in the elevator, he would have just bowed his head and quietly called out “Teacher,” with eye contact being quite rare.

He admired Pei Ruye for too long, his psychological status was not considered equal for a long time.

Now, the weight of the name “Huo Ren” contains more substance, and when he met the other party again, he gradually became more adept, with skills and understanding improving day by day.

The latter enjoyed this thoroughly.

Pei Ruye had originally established the XV dance troupe in the underdeveloped inland market, and the biggest beneficiaries were all the artists under SPF.

A good choreography and dance team is essential for creating classic stages, and international superstars often engage in poaching and competing for the same choreographer, with cold wars over a choreographer not being uncommon.

Now, Boss Pei has faded out of SPF, but he still owns the entire sixteenth floor, and the equipment and environment have been repeatedly refurbished and upgraded.

—The rest area has a European-style open kitchen, and the four-door refrigerator is regularly filled with fresh fruits.

Pei Ruye tacitly allowed the little white wolf to tentatively sharpen its claws, quietly noting it in his heart, and then turned around to wash his hands and make pancakes for his lover.

The sweet aroma of maple syrup invisibly spread, forming a cloud-like mist beside the man.

Huo Ren rolled up his sleeves to cut kiwifruit for juice, taking an extra glance at Pei Ruye with the frying pan.

His eyes melted like the setting moon, his silhouette like bamboo among the pines.

Tall and handsome, indifferent and composed, still the calm figure he once looked up to at fifteen.

Pei Ruye felt his gaze, glancing sideways as if to inquire.

“It always feels like you’ve never changed.”

Huo Ren put the apple and kiwifruit into the juicer, sitting on a high stool nearby.

“I’ve changed a lot over these six or seven years, but looking at you, it seems like there’s no difference from when we first met.”

The man flipped the pancake, washed the blueberries, and slowly started to speak.

“I’ve also changed a lot.”

“Have you?”

“Can’t say anymore.”

“Why?”

The sound of water abruptly stopped, and Pei Ruye shook the delicate blueberries in the draining basket, relaxed and innocent.

“Do you want me to confess now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, openly as if he was not discussing a matter of feelings.

“I can do it anytime, but someone… hasn’t reached that stage yet.”

Huo Ren had just felt he had gained the upper hand, but now his head felt suddenly struck, and his ears inexplicably heated up.

Yet he stubbornly denied, “What does it have to do with me?”

The coffee-colored pancake was skillfully plated, with mint leaves arranged at the edge for decoration.

Pei Ruye sprinkled blueberries into a hexagram in front of him, methodically saying, “After returning to the country, I never go into alleyways to eat stir-fried noodles.”

Huo Ren: …!

“To test safety risks, I always send subordinates instead of rashly going onto the lift platform—without any safety measures.”

Huo Ren: …!!

“I used to only accept work relationships, and wouldn’t give anyone anything beyond business gifts.”

“And wouldn’t participate in any superstitious activities.”

The man spoke lightly, without a hint of debt-collecting in his tone, stating it as plainly and simply as water.

Huo Ren hadn’t recalled the first few years for a long time, but now hearing him repeat it all, his heart raced with each word.

Yet Pei Ruye still wore an indifferent expression, making these everyday trifles seem even more ambiguous.

His breath unsettled by the flirtation, he pretended to adjust the juicer’s buttons, his voice still embarrassed, “Stop talking.”

He shouldn’t have actively provoked, clearly no match…

Pei Ruye touched his chin, “Indeed unlocked many new experiences, very interesting.”

Huo Ren had finally gotten used to dealing with him on a strictly business basis, occasionally daring to flirt at the edges, but now his ears turned red with just a few teasing words, he took a big gulp of kiwifruit juice, unexpectedly choked by its sourness.

“Cough cough cough cough—”

The man considerately helped him pat his back and handed over a tissue, his left hand still holding the plate of baked pancakes.

Huo Ren reached out to take it, but his fingertips caught nothing.

He instinctively looked up at him, and the other man pulled the plate a bit further away.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t have cooked for anyone before.”

Pei Ruye smiled, “Don’t you think something is missing?”

Huo Ren quickly said thank you, reaching for the plate of pancakes again.

“Thank you is not enough.” The man kindly reminded him once, “Call me ‘Master’ and I’ll give it to you.”

Huo Ren vaguely felt like he was enjoying the process of taming a wolf.

Such a nickname, called out without much regard in his younger years, was actually not a big deal, all taken as a joke.

But now, they were people who had already kissed and confirmed their feelings for each other, even tacitly agreeing to move on to dating and sleeping together in the next stage.

Bringing up this nickname now, on the other hand, brought an indescribable sense of shame.

“Umm… it’s getting cold.”

Huo Ren’s cheeks burned, thinking to himself that he was already in his twenties, how could he easily say this.

He wasn’t particularly interested in the desert, but it was as if he was bewitched, calling out in a very low voice.

“…Master.”

Pei Ruye leaned against the table, smilingly pushing the plate a bit closer.

“One call for the pancake, one for the maple syrup, one for not adding cinnamon powder, and one for the blueberries.”

“By this count, you still owe three calls.”

Huo Ren was rarely angered by him, if he had a tail, it would have puffed up by now.

“I’m a businessman, being meticulous is in my nature.” The man raised his eyebrows: “Keeping good accounts is conducive to harmonious living.”

“Then I won’t eat.” Huo Ren simply couldn’t play along, pretending to stand up and leave.

Before he could take a step, his waist was embraced, angled so that he just sat on the man’s lap.

“Not eating?” The man whispered beside his ear: “I’ll feed you, bite by bite, will you eat?”

Huo Ren had lived for more than twenty years, and experienced various states on stage from cold and sharp to gentle and sexy, but had never sat on a man’s lap before.

Suddenly falling into the broad and soft embrace, the maple syrup fragrance still subtly enticing beside him, those brief two sentences branded near his ear, the breath hot and ambiguously fatal.

He was about to fall.

Hardly able to hold on.

Pei Ruye rested his chin on his soft hair, one hand still maintaining the embrace, not in a hurry to feed him the plate of pancakes.

“The opening dance of the concert is a double tango… do you want Teacher to personally teach you how to dance?”

Huo Ren’s brain had already stalled, his speech hurried and awkward; “I was wrong.”

He originally intended to flirt for fun, who would have thought he couldn’t keep up with the rhythm to this extent, Teacher is not holding back at all!!

…Shouldn’t have wanted that damn pancake in the first place.

“Don’t want to call out Master anymore?” The man lowered his head to nuzzle his soft hair with his nose, then unhurriedly said: “Call me ‘Teacher’ and I’ll feed you.”

“Feed you until you’re full.”

Huo Ren was already destabilized by his scent, his right hand unconsciously grasping the man’s shirt corner.

Calling out… should be fine too.

He brewed for a few seconds, about to speak when a knock came from the door.

“Boss Pei—”

Jiang Shu knocked twice more: “Assistant Zhang said you’re here? Boss Pei, are you there?”

Huo Ren jumped out of the trap-like embrace in a startle, reflexively straightening his hair and collar.

Pei Ruye walked over to open the door as if nothing was amiss: “Here, what’s up?”

“Yo, discussing the concert with Ren Ren?” Jiang Shu sniffed, seeing the plate of pancakes in his hand.

“Teaching him how to cook?”

“Come! Let me taste it! Just in time, I haven’t had lunch!”

“That’s fine,” Pei Ruye handed the plate and cutlery to Jiang Shu, smilingly looking back at Huo Ren: “It’s also about to get cold, too wasteful not to eat.”

Jiang Shu held the plate of baked pancakes just as one would hold a lunch box, casually found a stool, and began to eat noisily, picking off and devouring each blueberry one by one.

Huo Ren watched silently as the plate of pancakes was devoured, and after a long while, he glanced at Pei Ruye again.

“Boys still need to learn how to cook!” Jiang Shu enthusiastically praised, “Boss Pei’s cooking skills are truly excellent! Tastes even better than the Michelin-starred places that require reservations, not greasy at all!”

“Eh? Huo Huo, you’re not looking happy today, why aren’t you talking—could it be that you’re sick, your face also seems a bit red?”

“It’s nothing,” Pei Ruye led the uncle inside, “The indoor air conditioning is set a bit high, and he’s dressed too warmly.”

Jiang Shu was half-convinced, “Really nothing? How about you also have some pancakes, I’ll share half with you?”

Huo Ren turned his head away, “No need, I don’t like blueberries.”

Jiang Shu came to discuss the sponsorship arrangements for the concert with Pei Ruye, finished his business, then went to the fridge to grab a pear, nibbling on it while listening to Huo Ren’s ideas for a talent show concept, and then took the opportunity to bring the little white wolf back to the seventeenth floor.

Huo Ren might have been talking business, but he couldn’t help glancing at the empty plates in the sink and a certain someone’s schadenfreude-filled smile.

How vexing.

As the two were about to leave, Boss Pei escorted them to the elevator, waving his hand in a good mood, “Come find me again if you want to eat next time.”

“Of course,” Jiang Shu gave a thumbs up, “Little Pei, you’re really a jack-of-all-trades, the line of girls chasing after you must be long.”

“Pretty much,” Pei Ruye smiled and winked, “I’m quite popular.”

Huo Ren pressed the elevator button expressionlessly, “The elevator doors are closing.”

“Hey, what’s the rush, it’s rare for someone to come back and spend a few days with you guys—really, didn’t you used to stick behind Boss Pei all the time?”

Back on the seventeenth floor, as soon as the door opened, the couch was slumped with a bespectacled salted fish and a long-haired catfish. Long Jia and Mei Shengyao were busily trying new hairstyles on each other with combs, Chi Ji sat by the upright piano practicing a piece, with a snow-white dog curled up in his lap.

Jiang Shu emphasized the matters that needed to be addressed, tore off another two pages from the concert countdown calendar, and spoke earnestly, “These past two years, uncle has been a lot more lenient with your diet management, you must be strict with yourselves and not slack off.”

Chaotic responses came from all directions.

“Leaving now, no need to see me out!”

Once the door closed, Huo Ren turned and went into the kitchen, grabbing a pan, measuring flour, mixing batter, and starting the fire all in one go.

Xie Lianyun, smelling the aroma, followed suit and perked up, “Huo Huo, what are you making!”

“Pancakes.” Huo Ren said coldly, “Making ten servings, whatever’s not finished goes to Snowball.”

“Woof!”