The President Made Me Trend

“Shen Meng-Jie, I didn’t mean to,” the poor agent stammered, clearly frightened.

But her apology did nothing to calm Shen Meng’s anger. With a huff, Shen Meng gave the agent a shove and snapped, “Take a cab back. I need some time alone to cool off.”

In other words, she was taking the car, leaving the agent to fend for herself in a place where getting a cab wasn’t easy. But faced with Shen Meng’s fiery temper, the agent would rather brave the inconvenience.

Watching Shen Meng’s retreating figure, the agent let out a long sigh of relief. Turning to see Huo-Jie’s amused face, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, muttering, “Why is it that both of us are agents, yet Huo-Jie gets along with Mo Qinghuan like family, while I feel like a slave in front of Shen Meng? It’s just not fair. Is fate playing favorites?”

No one noticed Shen Meng’s departure, as all eyes were on Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan, the couple soon to be wed, basking in their joy.

Though Mo Qinghuan had accepted the proposal, she hadn’t expected Lu Yucheng to be so eager, arranging for the wedding venue, planning, and all the little details on the very same day. She had always known Lu Yucheng to be decisive and wise, but his romantic and considerate nature regarding their wedding was a pleasant surprise.

Sitting on the Lu family’s sofa, Mo Qinghuan sipped the coffee prepared by the maid, watching with a mix of amusement and exasperation as Lu Yucheng, phone in one hand, Little Bun in the other, proudly announced, “Little Bun, did you know? Your sister finally agreed to marry me, which means she’s going to be my bride soon.”

“Uh-huh,” Little Bun replied, already numbed by Lu Yucheng’s relentless bragging since yesterday. He focused on his toy, counting on his fingers, “Again. You’ve said it as many times as there are fingers on seven of Little Bun’s hands.”

The little guy felt a bit wronged. Why did Lu Yucheng keep holding him and talking non-stop? He had already expressed his happiness, but Lu Yucheng seemed addicted, unable to stop once he started. Not just Little Bun, even the maids of the Lu family had heard it all, and now they instinctively fled whenever he opened his mouth, fearing they’d be trapped in his endless chatter.

As the Lu family’s smallest and most defenseless member, Little Bun naturally became Lu Yucheng’s prime audience, though even he was running out of patience.

“Really? I’m so happy I lost track,” Lu Yucheng chuckled. “But in a few days, your sister will be my wife, and the three of us will never be apart again.” He repeated, oblivious to Little Bun’s pout.

Seeing Little Bun’s pitiful expression, Mo Qinghuan set her coffee cup down and opened her arms, “Come here, Little Bun. Come to your sister and stop listening to your brother’s rambling.”

“Okay, sister.” Little Bun eagerly escaped Lu Yucheng’s grasp and dashed to Mo Qinghuan. He usually liked Lu Yucheng, but not when he was this talkative.

Watching Little Bun snuggle up to Mo Qinghuan, Lu Yucheng felt a pang of jealousy. He quickly instructed a maid, “Take the young master to play in his room upstairs.”

The maid nodded, but Little Bun refused, clinging to Mo Qinghuan, “No, I want to stay with sister. I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Alright, Little Bun can stay here with sister. We won’t go upstairs, okay?” Mo Qinghuan noticed Lu Yucheng’s jealous gaze and couldn’t help but laugh. She teased, “You brought Little Bun back to the Lu family, and now you’re jealous of him?”

“Who’s telling this little guy to cling to my wife?” Lu Yucheng declared with conviction, as if his jealousy was genuine.

Frowning, he saw the maid couldn’t take Little Bun away, so he glared at her and then, with a triumphant air, spread his arms wide, looking at Little Bun, and said to Mo Qinghuan, “Come here, wife. I want a hug too.”

“Brother, aren’t you ashamed? You’re so grown up and still clinging to sister,” Little Bun giggled at Lu Yucheng’s antics, lying in Mo Qinghuan’s arms. The innocent child didn’t understand jealousy, finding Lu Yucheng’s behavior amusing.

His antics made Mo Qinghuan blush. Seeing the maids around them giggling, she quickly whispered, “Yucheng, stop it. Everyone’s watching.”

No one knew how much Mo Qinghuan wished Lu Yucheng would act normal again. She never imagined that agreeing to his proposal would make him so ecstatic, turning this usually decisive man into a child.

Even knowing Mo Qinghuan was embarrassed, Lu Yucheng smugly replied, “So what? This is my house. Who dares to interfere with me being sweet with my wife? Qinghuan, if you don’t come over, I’ll come to you.”

Mo Qinghuan knew Lu Yucheng was a man of his word. Fearing for Little Bun’s innocent mind, she quickly coaxed, “Little Bun, I’m a bit tired. Why don’t you go play by yourself for a while? I’ll join you for games later, okay?”

“So you’re going to play with brother?” Little Bun, though young, was smart enough to guess Mo Qinghuan’s intention to send him away.

This left Mo Qinghuan a bit embarrassed. Were kids these days all so precocious? Not only that, but Lu Yucheng was also watching with a mischievous grin, eager to see how she’d explain herself.

Fortunately, just as Mo Qinghuan was thinking of a way out, Little Bun sensibly climbed out of her lap, straightened his clothes like an adult, and said, “Fine, the adult world is really complicated. Why can’t you just admit what you feel? I’m going to play by myself.”

With that, the little guy headed upstairs with the maid. Once Little Bun was gone, Lu Yucheng looked at Mo Qinghuan’s changing expressions and burst into laughter, “Haha, a top actress can’t even fool a kid. Qinghuan, are you really that bad at acting off-screen?”

“You’re the one to blame,” Mo Qinghuan retorted, exasperated, refusing to look at him.

To think she, an adult, was mocked by a child. Mo Qinghuan’s pride couldn’t take it. But Lu Yucheng didn’t give her a chance to stay mad. Like a hungry beast, he pounced on her, kissing her forehead, “If you keep frowning, my bride will get wrinkles. Do you want people to laugh at you at the wedding?”