The annual meeting officially begins.
There are a total of 20 performances on the program list, along with games and prize draws. The dual dance performance by Xia Yang and Owen is scheduled as the penultimate act.
Xia Yang’s seat is still in the front row, with Owen on his left and Han Yi on his right. The program crew sits on either side, with the cameraman occasionally capturing close-up shots.
The opening performances are all high-energy songs and dances. Seizing a moment when the cameraman is away, Xia Yang moves two centimeters closer to Han Yi and lowers his voice, saying, “I never realized it before, but Chairman Han is really lucky to have so many talented and attractive employees in your company.”
Han Yi turns his head slightly and looks at him, saying, “I don’t see attractive people; they all look the same to me.”
“What’s the same?”
“Workers, with the soul of workers.”
“Tsk.” What a thing to say.
Xia Yang chuckles, then looks back at the stage. At that moment, a group of young men is energetically performing “Wild Wolf Disco,” with the most enthusiastic one in the center.
“Look at the one in the middle,” he pretends to drink water, raising his chin to point at the most energetic young man in the center. “He has such a slender waist, don’t you think? Hey, why does it seem like he’s winking at you?”
Han Yi: “…”
Han Yi: “I don’t think so, but why are you staring at his waist?”
Xia Yang: “…”
He moves his lips, then decides to drop the subject. The conversation ends there and doesn’t continue.
Just as he sits back, Owen leans over to gossip, “Hey, you’re getting really familiar with Chairman Han, whispering in front of the camera.”
Xia Yang is taken aback by his comment and instinctively glances at the cameraman. The two cameramen give a knowing smile, as if they’ve figured something out.
Xia Yang: “…”
He quickly averts his gaze and swallows, “We, we aren’t that familiar, just chatting a bit about how to make the company bigger and stronger.”
“Ah?” Owen widens his eyes slightly, “You also understand business, a versatile idol! But isn’t Chairman Han’s company already big and strong?”
“It is strong,” Xia Yang nods, speaking earnestly, “But there’s no end to striving; we can’t stop pushing forward!”
Owen listens, looking dazed, “Hey, I suddenly realize, you and Chairman Han are alike, your life perspectives are really high, not something we ordinary people can compare to.”
Xia Yang modestly lowers his eyes, “You’re too kind, you’re too kind.”
…
After the upbeat songs and dances, the host returns to the stage.
“Next, we have an exciting and surprising game and prize draw segment—Lucky Spin!”
As the host speaks, several staff members bring a giant spinning wheel onto the stage. According to the host, the wheel has prizes, tasks, “Thank You for Participating,” and pranks.
Unlike usual, the segments with words on the wheel are covered with gold paper, only the pointer is exposed.
So the participants don’t know what they’ll draw.
After explaining the rules, the raffle system on the big screen starts rolling, with all the names of those attending the annual meeting pre-entered into the system.
“Stop!” the host calls, and the first 10 lucky names appear on the big screen.
Xia Yang originally just glanced at it casually, but unexpectedly, he saw his own name among the lucky draw participants.
“!!!”
Wow, what incredible luck.
The host invites the 10 lucky people onto the stage, but Xia Yang hesitates and doesn’t move.
He’s just a “temporary assistant” here for the show, taking a spot in the company’s raffle seems a bit inappropriate.
“Um, maybe I should let someone else take this spot.”
Owen quickly leans over again, saying, “Hey, you’re being too reserved. But if you really don’t want to, I’ll go up for you!”
Han Yi’s cold gaze sweeps over Owen, then settles back on Xia Yang’s face, “Why give it to someone else? This is your connection with this company.”
Xia Yang: “.”
Oh, a connection. That makes sense.
Encouraged by the company leader, he sets aside his worries and strides onto the stage.
The first round begins, and the first to spin the wheel is a young woman.
A few seconds later, the wheel stops, and the host reveals the surprise panel. The gold paper is removed to reveal: [Congratulations, you’ve won an additional 20 days of paid vacation].
“Oh my gosh! I’m over the moon!” The young woman is ecstatic, hugging the host tightly, nearly squeezing the breath out of them, “Thank you, company, thank you, Chairman Han, I won’t let you down, I’ll enjoy these 20 extra vacation days to the fullest!”
Amid the envious and jealous stares, the second employee spins the wheel.
The pointer stops, and the gold paper is removed—
[Congratulations, you’ve won 20 squats].
“Ugh. Bad luck strikes again.” The young man puts on a pained expression and does 20 squats.
The differences in the “surprises” are like night and day, making the atmosphere both joyful and tense.
Xia Yang is third in line. The host looks more excited than he does, and as soon as the wheel stops, she eagerly pulls off the gold paper, revealing: [Congratulations, you’ve won Chairman Han].
Chairman Han sitting in the audience: “?”
Everyone else: “???”
Everyone stares at the wheel, bewildered. The dignified chairman is being raffled off as a prize? That’s quite a bold move!
Xia Yang is also stunned.
It’s one thing to crash the company’s raffle, but now he’s somehow ended up winning the chairman.
Amazing! Such incredible luck.
It seems like a case of “destiny has its own plans”!
He quickly ponders whether to prepare a “thank you speech” for winning, but just then, the host notices something.
“Oh no! My hand was too strong, I tore the words off.”
She hurriedly picks up the gold paper that was torn off and reattaches the missing words.
A complete sentence is revealed to everyone: [Congratulations, you’ve won a heartfelt statement from Chairman Han].
“Phew, scared me for a moment there. I thought our boss was being given away.”
“I almost believed it, giving away a live person in the raffle.”
“Crying, we can’t let our boss go, leaving me with the hope of finding love!”
The audience is abuzz, and Xia Yang lowers his eyes, sighing quietly.
Okay, no need for a thank you speech. Seems like fate isn’t that biased.
Just then, Han Yi stands up from his seat. All eyes are on him.
If an employee had won this “surprise,” it would be seen as a kind of promise, like a promotion or raise.
But now, an outsider has won it, and everyone is curious and expectant.
Xia Yang thinks for a moment, clears his throat, and says, “Then I’ll ask something I’ve always wanted to know: Chairman Han, what’s your view on love?”
“Hey, that’s a good question, hitting right on the heart.”
“Come on, our boss doesn’t have love; where does he get a view on love? He probably won’t need a wife, might just go straight into monkhood when he’s old.”
“Shush, quiet down and listen…”
The murmurs quiet down, and Han Yi takes the microphone, looking directly at Xia Yang, and slowly begins, “My view on love is a blank slate.”
Xia Yang: “?”
Everyone else: “???”
Someone whispers, “I told you, he’s all about his career, has no emotions, doesn’t talk about love, and doesn’t need a wife. He might just become a monk when he’s old.”
“Oh my gosh, you’d better keep that down! You might lose your bonus!”
Han Yi ignores the various murmurs and continues:
“I’ve asked myself this question not long ago.”
“In fact, before meeting my beloved, I had no fantasies about love. After meeting him, I understood that love can take on a thousand different forms, but no one form can represent its entirety.
“So, on the question of love, I choose to leave a blank slate. I’ll give my lover any beautiful form of love he can imagine. The choice and decision are his; I only need to fulfill his vision.”
A detailed and earnest answer leaves the audience stunned. The hall falls silent for a few seconds before people start to react.
“Oh my god, could it be that Chairman Han is married? Could he really already have a wife?”
“Crying, my dream is shattered.”
“Wow, that was beautifully said, a golden quote! Did anyone write it down? I need to borrow it to woo my goddess…”
Xia Yang’s watery eyes blink slowly, his throat tightens, and he can’t speak. Even after returning to his seat, feeling the warmth of Han Yi’s hand, he’s still immersed in the atmosphere from just now.
That heartfelt statement was too beautiful, akin to a public confession. To him, it was the most touching love declaration.
…
The annual meeting continues, and four hours pass in a flash. There are three more performances before Xia Yang and Owen’s final dance.
“I’ll go change clothes now.” He quietly taps Han Yi’s hand and whispers.
“Where’s the dressing room?”
“On the second floor. Director Li arranged two temporary rooms, one for me and one for Owen. The performance costumes are already placed there.”
“Okay.” Han Yi nods, taking note of the key detail, “one room each,” and then looks away.
Xia Yang’s performance outfit is a black, slim-fit suit with a silver horseshoe buckle belt at the waist, accentuating his beautiful figure
.
Dressed and ready, he steps out of the room and sees Owen waiting outside.
Owen’s outfit is white, tightly wrapping his tall, muscular frame.
“Hey, I’ve made a small change to the ending of our dance. It’s even more explosive now,” Owen says as he approaches, pulling Xia Yang aside to explain with hand gestures.
Xia Yang glances at the time, realizing they are running short. He doesn’t have time to listen in detail and hastens Owen to pick up the pace.
“No time, as long as you’re happy with it.” He says, descending the stairs quickly.
The two arrive backstage in the banquet hall, just as the previous performance is about to end. Xia Yang takes the last few minutes to adjust his outfit, then glances at Owen and notices his deep V-neck has slipped dangerously low.
“…” He clears his throat, advising earnestly, “Hey, you might want to button up a bit more. I’m worried your silk shirt might fly off during the dance.”
It’s so slippery, like he’s wearing a plastic bag.
Owen looks down, grins, and says, “No worries, that’s the point. It wouldn’t rip well if it’s buttoned up!”
Xia Yang: “???”
As they talk, the host’s voice comes from the stage. He doesn’t have time to think it over, quickly moving with Owen to the standby area for final preparations.
“Next up, let’s welcome the popular idol Xia Yang and international model Owen for their duo dance—’Passionate Flames.’ Let’s give them a round of applause!”
The audience erupts with waves of excitement as the two celebrity guests appear on stage.
Xia Yang has put on light makeup, with a touch of eyeliner accentuating his bright eyes, slightly elongated at the corners. His upper eyelids and under-eye area are brushed with golden brown eyeshadow, and tiny star stickers adorn the corners of his eyes, exuding a charming allure.
“Oh my gosh, celebrities are truly stunning, such a visual feast!”
“Both are so handsome! Especially Xia Yang, absolutely gorgeous!”
“The model guy is so muscular, I bet his chest could hold a pen.”
The lights around the stage dim, and the audience’s chatter gradually quiets. Xia Yang turns his body sideways, striking a classic opening pose for Latin dance.
A fluid line extends from his broad shoulders to his slender waist and down to his long, straight legs. His sharp chin turns to the side, casting him into a mysterious, shadowy light.
In the next moment, a powerful, dynamic drumbeat erupts, shaking the stage and thrilling the audience. Bright lights flash from the center outward, as the two on stage turn to face the audience and move in time with the music.
With fluid movements, they pull in their stomachs, rotate their hips, extend their arms—each playing a different role in the Latin dance. Xia Yang embodies softness and allure, while Owen exudes strength and masculinity.
The dynamic, fiery background music complements the sharp, revealing moves of the two, creating a high-class performance that captivates the audience.
“So smooth, they’re on par with professional level!”
“Xia Yang moves so gracefully, I’m suddenly drawn to the charm of Latin dance!”
“Absolutely thrilling!”
The atmosphere reaches a fever pitch, with the audience’s eyes glued to the stage. As the three-and-a-half-minute dance nears its end, the final pose involves a 720-degree spin, followed by a bow.
As the last note hits, the two dancers complete the spin and gracefully transition to a bow. But just as they are about to finish, Owen rips off his shirt, tossing it back dramatically before kneeling before Xia Yang and presenting a red rose from seemingly nowhere. This was his updated ending—a more flamboyant, romantic gesture to match the fiery passion of the dance.
Xia Yang is stunned.
With the rushed rehearsal, he didn’t get the full details from Owen, and now he’s faced with a bare-chested display, momentarily blinded by the sight.
The audience is also taken aback, then bursts into applause and cheers, whistles echoing through the hall. These are ordinary employees, rarely exposed to such grand displays—an international model ripping off his shirt, revealing his well-toned body!
Their eyes are wide open…
The host is dazed for a moment before recovering, excitedly stuttering, “Everyone, s-say, wasn’t that an amazing performance?”
“Yes!”
Her eyes briefly catch Xia Yang’s still-stunned expression, mistaking it for awe at the model’s physique.
The host’s eyes light up, “I suddenly want to ask Xia Yang, what do you think of Owen’s physique?”
Xia Yang, jolted back to reality, pauses and politely responds, “It’s good.”
“And that final pose, wasn’t it thrilling to witness up close?”
“…I suppose.” Xia Yang maintains his politeness.
“Alright! Let’s give another round of applause to thank these two stars for bringing us such a fantastic performance. Thank you both!”
The two bow and exit backstage. As Xia Yang heads upstairs, he glances at Han Yi, only to see a tight jawline, his expression hidden in shadow.
Back in the room, he washes his face and changes out of the sweat-soaked performance outfit.
Just as he pulls on his T-shirt, the doorbell rings.
“Who is it?” he calls out from behind the door.
No response.
Xia Yang walks over and opens the door, surprised to see Han Yi standing there, his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression dark.
“What brings you here? Isn’t dinner about to start?”
“No appetite,” Han Yi says, expressionless.
Oh.
Why does he seem to have a hint of jealousy?
Xia Yang blinks his big, doe-like eyes, grinning as he lightly pokes Han Yi’s waist, teasing, “What’s up? No appetite for dinner? Are you pregnant?”
Han Yi: “…”
“Hmm, doesn’t seem like it,” Xia Yang continues to tease, feeling the firmness beneath his fingertips, “Your muscles feel pretty solid…”
Before he can finish, Han Yi grabs his wrist, pulling them closer.
“???”
“You seem to enjoy looking at muscular men,” Han Yi says coolly.
“Huh???” Xia Yang widens his eyes in confusion, enjoying muscular men? What is he talking about?
Han Yi steps closer, their breaths mingling.
“What’s so special about muscles? Whatever you want to see, I’ll show you.” His tone is cold and firm.
Whoa! Xia Yang is taken aback.
What is it about today?
Why are all these muscular men showing off to him?
He has no interest in Owen, even if he had eighty-eight abs.
But as for the one at home…
Watching the usually aloof Han Yi casually loosen his tie, with no words or expressions, just those deep, dark eyes staring at him, Xia Yang feels a strange thrill.
Gosh, so enticing! So appealing!
Who knew someone could make a simple act of loosening a tie so seductive?
He swallows, halting the flood of R-rated thoughts in his mind.
“If you’ll show me whatever I want to see, are you trying to seduce me?” he teases, poking Han Yi again, being uncharacteristically bold with his man.
A dark, heated look flashes in Han Yi’s eyes, and he murmurs in a low voice, “Yes.”
A blush spreads across Xia Yang’s ears. He wraps his arms around Han Yi’s neck, rising on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “Then show me tonight. If you manage to seduce me, your request will be approved.”
“…What request?” Han Yi pauses, surprisingly slow on the uptake.
Xia Yang enunciates clearly, “Sharing, a, bed.”
He never thought there would come a day when he’d say something so blush-inducing out loud.
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