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Then I saw Rice darting quickly into the cafeteria kitchen and just as swiftly coming out again, scattering something white from his hands onto the egg in Su Anrong's grasp.
It looked so much like salt.
"Teacher Lin, aren't you hungry? Why not eat an egg to fill your stomach?"
Lin Xiuyu's eyes flashed with a hint of unease. Everyone knew that Su Anrong suddenly offering him an egg was unlikely to lead to anything good. Naturally, he was reluctant to eat it, but the onlooking classmates were reveling in the moment. A reporter immediately chimed in, " Lord Zunshang has given Teacher Lin an egg! Does Teacher Lin dare to eat it? It seems like Teacher Lin is hesitating!"
In this situation, I should have resolutely stood by Su Anrong's side, but seeing everyone gazing eagerly at Lin Xiuyu, each one practically wishing to shove the egg into his mouth, I suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy for him.
Lin Xiuyu took a deep breath and, maintaining his composure, accepted the egg. "Thank you." He then placed it in his mouth. Although he tried to appear calm, it was evident that he was struggling.
Sure enough, the reporter was ecstatic. "He ate it! He ate it! Look at Lord Zunshang watching Teacher Lin eat the egg with such a gentle expression. They really are the perfect match, aren't they?"
Oh come on, what kind of nonsense is this? Reporter, could you have a little integrity? You're a school newspaper reporter, not a gossip columnist! Do you really want to provoke someone?
Su Anrong's lips twitched slightly before he asked, "Teacher Lin, is it good?"
Lin Xiuyu gritted his teeth and endured as best as he could. In the end, he couldn't hold back and awkwardly told a nearby classmate, "Get me some water; it's a bit salty." Seeing how much he was trying to endure made me think he truly wasn't afraid of salt.
As Su Anrong watched him gulp down water, he asked, "Teacher Lin, are you married?"
"Cough cough!" Lin Xiuyu sprayed water everywhere.
The reporter was even more excited. "Oh my gosh! Is this going to be a confession?"
Confession my foot! My legitimate wife is standing right here; please don’t ignore me!
Rice stood beside me angrily and whispered, "Mommy, that woman with the microphone is so annoying. Should I scare her?"
I shot him a glare of disapproval; there were too many people watching. Earlier when he scattered salt, he had been lucky not to be seen.
Lin Xiuyu wiped his mouth with water; having choked on it made his face slightly red. He really did look somewhat like a delicate flower.
"No," he replied, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Together, together!" a group of fangirls began to cheer.
Su Anrong, however, expressionless, doused them with cold water. "You're all at an age where you haven't resolved your own life issues, yet you're here meddling in students' affairs. Your behavior is just like the smell of that egg earlier—it's simply idle chatter."
As soon as Su Anrong finished speaking, the entire cafeteria fell silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop; even I was taken aback.
"To answer your question, what you call 'legal' is merely a shackle imposed by the law on those who lack confidence in their own marriages. But Wheat and I don't need any of that because no matter what happens, I will never leave her. I am confident she won't leave me either. My life is my own to control; I am the law."
Then, to everyone's astonishment, Su Anrong took my hand and directly left the cafeteria.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't say another word, and no one stopped us. The atmosphere was incredibly strange.
I heard the sound of a microphone dropping to the ground behind me, along with Rice's excited laughter: "Daddy, his face turned into pig liver!"
Fortunately, Lin Xiuyu couldn't hear Rice right now; otherwise, she would probably be furious.
Su Anrong took me outside the school and into a small private room where he ordered four or five dishes—all my favorites.
"You’re being too extravagant with the garlic sauce," I said. "How can one person finish all this?"
"It's fine, dear. Because of what just happened being exposed, my fan count surged by tens of thousands, and my advertising fees went up too. Just eat as much as you want."
I felt embarrassed; it didn't have to be this lavish! Braised beef, mouth-watering bullfrog, spicy diced chicken, boiled fish—each dish was quite expensive!
While waiting for the food to arrive, I took out my phone to check Weibo and see what kind of internet celebrity he really was. "Garlic Sauce, is your Weibo name just Lord Zunshang? Let me follow you."
To my surprise, he snatched my phone away with a laugh and said, "No need to look anymore, dear. There's nothing worth seeing."
"Give it back to me."
"Just eat your meal; we've been through enough already."
"Garlic Sauce, did you hear me? Give it back." Others can look; why can't I?
Su Anrong still tried to persuade me not to check it out when Rice suddenly launched a surprise attack from behind him and snatched the phone away, handing it back to me. "Mommy, here you go."
He is truly a good son; I increasingly feel that Rice is practically my right hand.
I shot Su Anrong a glance and quickly opened Weibo, knowing full well that there was no need to search—he was already trending.
Trending Topic 1: Handsome Guy's Daily Live Stream, Making Money Hand Over Fist.
Trending Topic 2: Lord Zunshang Beats Up Female Fan.
Trending Topic 3: Lord Zunshang's Boyfriend Power x.
I clicked directly into "I Am Lord Zunshang " on Weibo. He posts videos almost every day, some lasting just a few seconds, while others stretch for several minutes or even over ten minutes. All of his videos have over ten thousand shares, and the comments often reach several tens of thousands.
However, when I clicked on one of his most shared videos, I felt as if I had just swallowed a mix of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar—a truly complex flavor.
Isn't it common for people to post beautified images online that look better than reality? Even videos are usually edited; who would have thought that Su Anrong would post something like this?
The Weibo post clearly stated "Fulfilling My Promise, Live Streaming a Bath," but when I clicked in, I found that he had been washing dates for a full five minutes instead.
Is this even allowed?
"Garlic Sauce, aren't you just deceiving your fans? You promised a bath!" I complained while watching. The comments section was filled with voices calling him out for misleading fans, but there were also some die-hard fans saying that Lord Zunshang looked good doing anything. Some even called him "hubby."
"Wife, if you want to see me take a bath, you don't need to watch the video; I can live stream it for you tonight."
"Get lost! I'm just standing up for your fans!"
"Daddy, I want to see too!" Rice chimed in eagerly.
Su Anrong's face darkened. "You can just watch your own."
"The last time you transformed didn't seem quite right; Mommy noticed right away. I want to take a good look at Daddy's body so I can transform better next time," Rice said seriously, eyes full of anticipation.
"What's wrong with it?" This time, Su Anrong was asking me.
A vision of Rice transformed into Su Anrong appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder where he differed from a Bird.
My gaze shifted from his face downward. I had never seen his, so who could say for sure if it really looked different? I just felt that someone who had become a father shouldn't be that small, but some things are better left unsaid; it might just be that small after all.
"With that sneaky grin, what are you thinking about in your head?" Su Anrong tapped my forehead with his chopsticks.
"Ah," I exclaimed softly, feeling unhappy. "I think it looks the same everywhere. It's practically identical. Everything is the same."
After scrolling through Su Anrong's Weibo for a while, I found people's tastes to be quite peculiar these days. He had merely posted some videos of eating, sleeping, and walking, yet they received such high engagement. It was astonishing. I had no interest in any of this; after watching for a bit, I closed my phone and didn't even want to follow him.
In the afternoon, there was only one professional class that started around three o'clock. After lunch, I went straight back to the dormitory. Su Anrong insisted on walking me to the dorm entrance, but I was afraid of being beaten up by his female fans and firmly refused.
Upon returning to my dormitory, I discovered it was completely empty—there wasn't a single person around, not even the bedding on my bed had been left behind. The dormitory door was locked, and my key wouldn't open it.
What was going on? This is my dormitory! I hadn't been away for more than half a month; how could it have changed like this?
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