Chapter 2301: Chapter 2301: Custom Lover (Final)

Fong Wuye Laboratory.

Fong Wuye bounced out of the laboratory, wearing a bulky isolation suit from head to toe, speaking in a muffled voice.

"What you mentioned won’t work, your body material is different and can’t use optical energy to charge."

Her body has reached absolute perfection, but the downside is that she can’t use the more common optical or solar energy charging technology.

"...Can’t it last a little longer?"

"No, it can’t..." Fong Wuye poked her head out of the isolation suit and shook her hair: "Why do you need it to last so long? Is the current battery not enough for you?"

Although the endurance is a bit lacking, it’s still much better than some on the market.

In normal circumstances, two days is completely sufficient.

"Charging is too troublesome."

"..."

Fong Wuye had no choice.

For other designs, she had to amplify these shortcomings.

There are both pros and cons, right?

Fong Wuye’s eyes darted around: "Little Cutie, have you and my brother..."

Chuzheng looked at him.

Fong Wuye gave Chuzheng a ’you know what I mean’ look.

"No." Although she sleeps in the same bed with Fong Yan, they haven’t crossed any lines.

"Oh..."

Fong Wuye’s eyes suddenly became somewhat lascivious, inviting Chuzheng into his office and taking out his cherished textbook edition.

Chuzheng: "..." Is this what you research all day?

Fong Wuye even gave Chuzheng suggestions: "Little Cutie, you should be more proactive. With my brother, if you aren’t proactive, it’ll never happen in your life!"

Whether Dad can become my brother’s dad depends on you, kid!

"..."

Chuzheng got an earful from Fong Wuye, filled with things that the core socialist values don’t allow, and finally managed to leave the laboratory.

Fong Wuye stood at the doorway, waving to her, looking like a father marrying off his daughter.

Chuzheng quickly got in the car to leave this madman.

Chuzheng planned to go to the company to pick up Fong Yan, but encountered someone quarreling halfway.

Chuzheng originally didn’t plan to intervene, but who knew the female protagonist of the quarrel turned out to be Chen Jiao. After pondering for a while, she decided to rescue Chen Jiao.

According to Chen Jiao, the other party nearly hit her first while driving, and the item she was holding scratched a line on their car.

Then the other party kept insisting she should pay for damages.

"I wasn’t at fault, why should I accommodate him?" Chen Jiao pulled her hair in frustration: "That’s a lot of money!"

Chuzheng ignored her: "Why aren’t you returning to the Lower City District, what are you doing here?"

"..." Chen Jiao put down her hand pulling her hair: "Making money."

"Are you very short of money?"

"Yes." Chen Jiao looked at the high-rise buildings outside the car window, mockingly pulled down the corners of her mouth: "Who isn’t lacking money in the Lower City District? Still, thank you... I’ll repay you for that money."

Chen Jiao has principles and won’t take money for work she didn’t do.

Initially, she planned not to pay... but since Chuzheng paid, she could only accept fate.

"No need." That amount of money isn’t even enough for a minute of extravagance.

"I insist..."

Chuzheng turned to look at her, eyes cold and fierce.

Chen Jiao inexplicably shrunk her neck, not daring to speak anymore.

She intended to repay the money, why did it seem like she wasn’t planning to repay?

Chuzheng dropped Chen Jiao off at her desired destination, leaving a parting comment: "Katys Hotel is hiring, you can try applying."

Chuzheng drove away, and in the rearview mirror, Chen Jiao remained standing in place,

Until Chen Jiao vanished from the rearview mirror’s view, a thank-you card notification appeared on King’s Account.

-

Ding-dong—

"Your delivery."

Fong Yan felt odd, but upon seeing the sender was Fong Wuye, he wasn’t surprised anymore.

No idea what Fong Wuye sent...

Fong Yan took the package to his study, opened it, unveiling exquisite packaging inside.

A minute later, a faint red appeared on Fong Yan’s face, his expression grim as he stuffed the item back into the box.

"What are you doing?"

Chuzheng suddenly appeared at the study door, Fong Yan swiftly closed the box, looking panicked: "Why didn’t you knock!"

"You didn’t shut the door." Chuzheng appeared baffled: "You never asked me to knock before."

Fong Yan: "..."

Chuzheng glanced at the box he was holding down: "What’s inside?"

"Nothing." Fong Yan moved the box to the side.

Chuzheng eyed him suspiciously, going forward to take the box: "Let me see."

Fong Yan continued to move the box aside, blocking Chuzheng: "There’s nothing worth seeing, mealtime is approaching. I’ll cook..."

Fong Yan wrapped his arm around Chuzheng’s shoulder, guiding her outside.

Chuzheng gave a meaningful look back at the box.

-

As the sky darkened, Fong Yan finished work, returning to his room with clothes prepared for a shower.

While passing the bed, he suddenly felt something was off.

His eyes scanned the bed twice, and soon, his face went awkwardly red.

"Did you buy this?" Chuzheng’s voice echoed from behind, calm and cool: "Do you like these?"

Fong Yan flipped the blanket, covering the clothes entirely: "I didn’t buy them, they were sent by Fong Wuye."

He wasn’t hiding them!

How did she find them!

Fong Wuye! I’m going to kill you!

"About what’s in my closet..."

"Those are Fong Wuye’s doing too." Fong Yan gritted his teeth, he hadn’t paid attention before, who knew Fong Wuye messed with things.

"Oh." Chuzheng analyzed him for a moment: "I thought you liked these."

Fong Yan: "..."

Fong Yan felt heat surge through his whole body as if raising the room’s temperature, he really couldn’t stay, grabbing his clothes and rushing to the bathroom.

Before he could lock the door, Chuzheng pushed it open, sticking her head in: "You said before if I had something I didn’t understand, I could ask you and you’d explain."

Fong Yan thought for a moment, he might’ve said that.

But given the previous situation... Fong Yan sensed Chuzheng might have ulterior motives asking this now.

However, he had said it, so he could only toughly nod: "...Hmm. What do you need help with?"

Chuzheng slipped into the bathroom.

Fong Yan couldn’t stop her and could only retreat.

"I want you to explain to me what it means..." Chuzheng leaned forward and whispered two words in his ear.

Fong Yan was startled, stepping back.

Chuzheng promptly shut the door, looking back with a serious yet earnest face: "You’ll be willing to explain it to me, right?"

Fong Yan: "..."

Steam rose in the bathroom, blurring the silhouettes.

Fong Yan knew he would eventually cross that line himself, but he hadn’t anticipated Chuzheng taking the initiative.

It was then Fong Yan realized what Fong Wuye meant...

"Do you think what we’re doing is right?" Fong Yan embraced her, kissing her neck affectionately.

"When we’re together, we don’t need others to decide what’s right or wrong."

Fong Yan remained silent for a moment: "You’re right. But you won’t age..."

"This body’s made, it can be adjusted."

"What if I grow old and you don’t like me anymore?"

"...You’re overthinking."

"Won’t you dislike me?"

Chuzheng grew impatient: "Asking so many questions, do you still have plenty of energy left?"

"I..." Fong Yan’s voice faded into the dark.

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