Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Li Jinhe walked to Wei Zhe'an, ruffled his hair with one hand, and took off his glasses with the other hand: "I don't know how long it will take. If you want to eat something, tell the assistant at the door and ask her to bring it to you."

Wei Zhe'an looked up at him and nodded obediently. Li Jinhe's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He waved his hand gently, signaling Wei Zhe'an to raise his hand.

Wei Zhe'an stretched out his hand with some doubt, wondering what the other party wanted to do.

Li Jinhe gently placed the glasses in Wei Zhe'an's hand and chuckled, "Don't you like them very much? I'll keep them for you."

Wei Zhe'an didn't react for a moment, staring blankly at the glasses in his hand. He then remembered that Li Jinhe could hear his inner voice, and his face turned red in an instant, and he stammered to explain: "I...I was..."

Li Jinhe looked at Wei Zhe'an's shy look, and his heart was beating. He was concerned that this was an office, so he didn't do anything out of line.

He just gently rubbed Wei Zhe'an's lips with his index finger, and said in a low voice full of teasing: "Since you are looking forward to it so much, how about satisfying you next time?"

The color on Wei Zhe'an's face had not yet completely faded, and Li Jinhe's deep and charming voice made him feel itchy inside.

He held the gold-rimmed glasses with his backhand and responded with all his courage: "Okay, don't forget to prepare what you need to prepare."

Li Jinhe's heart was filled with emotion. Was this kid too bold? Saying such things with a red face was simply a way to kill someone!

He tried to stay calm, took a deep breath, and then patted Wei Zhe'an on the head pretending to be calm, and said jokingly: "Don't talk nonsense here, who knows how scared he will be when the time comes."

Although Wei Zhe'an's voice was not loud, his tone was very firm: "Why should I be afraid? You are my husband, not someone else. Why should I be afraid?"

Li Jinhe felt as if his heart had already jumped out of his chest. He was simply overwhelmed by the courage and straightforwardness of this child. Who taught him these words?

When Li Jinhe left the office, he looked a little flustered. His steps were hurried, and he didn't even bother to maintain his usual demeanor, which made him look like he was fleeing in a hurry.

Wei Zhe'an, who stayed in the office, was also not calm. He sat on the sofa, holding the gold-rimmed glasses tightly in his hands, with all kinds of complicated emotions surging in his heart.

His mind unconsciously emerged with every bit of his time with Li Jinhe. As he imagined some indescribable scenes between him and Li Jinhe, he couldn't help but feel weak in his legs.

Seventeen finished the snacks on the table and walked leisurely to Wei Zhe'an, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in its own unique way. It cleared its throat, as if to remind Wei Zhe'an to return to reality.

Wei Zhe'an came back to his senses and looked at Shiqi with a hint of embarrassment. He suddenly realized that although it was wonderful to be able to share thoughts with others, it could also bring unnecessary troubles at times.

Seventeen didn't seem to notice Wei Zhe'an's embarrassment. He said bluntly, "Since you stared at the glasses in a trance, I have cut off contact with you."

Wei Zhe'an felt relieved when he heard this, and at the same time he was grateful for Shiqi's thoughtfulness. He cleared his throat awkwardly and tried to change the subject: "Ahem... why didn't you continue sleeping?"

Shiqi didn't respond to his words, but continued, "Now that you have your own team, you can start network operations. I see that you guys didn't work well together on this stage, so you should prepare as soon as possible."

When talking about his teammates, Wei Zhe'an's mood suddenly became heavy. He knew that Shiqi was right, and the performance on stage required the tacit understanding and cooperation of the team.

But his teammates didn't seem to realize this, which gave him a headache. He sighed helplessly: "Do you think I should maintain the relationship within the team?"

Seventeen moved his beard nonchalantly, seemingly not too concerned about the question: "Actually, it doesn't matter if the relationship is not good, as long as the performance can be presented on stage."

Wei Zhe'an, however, could not be as carefree as Shiqi. He knew the importance of the stage, but he also understood the impact of team relationships on stage performance. He rubbed his brows helplessly: "The problem is that the two of them have no intention of presenting well at all."

He hopes to get good grades and unlock the system functions as soon as possible to prepare for his brother's affairs.

Wei Zhe'an rubbed his hair irritably, looking extremely anxious. He leaned slumped on the sofa, frowning, obviously worried about the upcoming stage performance.

"We're going to start preparing for the rehearsal next week," he sighed and continued, "I heard that the stage this time will be bigger than before, and there will be more people on the scene. If this goes wrong, it will be embarrassing."

Seventeen looked at him with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. He jumped onto Wei Zhe'an's legs and gently rubbed his cheek with his soft fur, trying to comfort him in this way.

"Your position is indeed difficult to save this time," Seventeen said softly, "but fortunately there is still a week to adjust. Let's see how they perform later, and if it doesn't work, we can talk about it."

Wei Zhe'an could only nod, he understood what Seventeen meant.

As an idol, he knows his responsibilities and mission. Years of practice and hard work are all for those few minutes of stage time. He sincerely hopes that his teammates can cherish this opportunity, clarify their own positions, and not become a burden to the team.

Not long after, Li Jinhe returned to the office after finishing his work. He saw Wei Zhe'an still sitting on the sofa waiting obediently, and a smile appeared on his face.

He walked over to Wei Zhe'an, sat down, and asked softly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Wei Zhe'an shook his head and smiled, "It didn't take long, and I didn't have anything to do."

Li Jinhe gently took Wei Zhe'an's hand and asked softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Wei Zhe'an seemed a little absent-minded at the moment. He shook his head gently and replied, "It's all right. I'm not too hungry now."

Li Jinhe noticed Wei Zhe'an's abnormality. He frowned slightly and asked with concern, "What happened?"

Wei Zhe'an was reluctant to say more, he shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to do. He didn't want Li Jinhe to worry about these trivial matters, after all, Li Jinhe had done so much for him.

Although Li Jinhe did not get an answer from Wei Zhe'an, he could feel the fluctuations in Wei Zhe'an's heart.

He respected Wei Zhe'an's thoughts and actions and did not force him to speak out his thoughts. He just gently told him: "I am behind you. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me and I will do my best to help."