Xiang Zhen sat on the bed, looking at his phone with tear-filled eyes. How could such a perfect husband go bad so quickly?

The Little Sunflower Bag was still fanning the flames, urging him to get a full medical exam, including tests for five major infectious diseases. “Check-ups at a top-tier hospital cost between 500 and 1000 yuan—you must make your husband pay!”

Xiang Zhen blinked. That’s so expensive!

[Xiang Zhen: I’m not going.]

[Little Sunflower: I’m so anxious for you! Your husband’s WeChat balance is 1949, which is more than enough to cover it!]

My husband’s money is my money! Xiang Zhen closed the Little Sunflower Bag app. Human infectious diseases couldn’t be transmitted to a plant, anyway. But—could Zhou Sicheng still be his husband?

Zhou Sicheng emerged from the bathroom. Xiang Zhen looked at him through a haze of tears. Sister Wang said that if he asked the question today, their marriage was over. He desperately wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to lose his husband; yet, he couldn’t accept a cheating one. It turned out that the parts The Guide to Adulthood didn’t write about were the very worries of becoming human.

It was the first time Zhou Sicheng had seen Xiang Zhen cry. He didn’t know what happened, but fearing he might be in pain, he didn’t dare touch him, instead kneeling on the bed. “Stomach hurt?”

Xiang Zhen turned his head away. He was about to lose such a handsome, handsome husband.

Zhou Sicheng: “Foot cramp?”

Xiang Zhen closed his eyes. Don’t look, if you look more, you won’t be able to bear letting go. His husband would give him credit cards, cook for him, drive him around, and buy him cakes. Without his husband, his world would turn dark.

Zhou Sicheng: “Headache?”

Xiang Zhen couldn’t help but nod.

Zhou Sicheng cupped the back of Xiang Zhen’s head with four fingers, gently massaging his temples with his thumbs. “Let’s go to the hospital.” He reached out with his other hand, intending to pick him up.

Xiang Zhen clutched the quilt: “I don’t want to get tested for infectious diseases!”

Zhou Sicheng: “?”

Zhou Sicheng pulled back slightly to re-evaluate Xiang Zhen. He realized he looked more like a pampered crybaby who had kicked his toe on a bedpost—the moment a new conversation started, he’d forget the pain in his foot.

The phone on the bed lit up with a call from Secretary Gao. “What infectious diseases?” Zhou Sicheng asked while patting Xiang Zhen’s back, answering the phone.

Gao Ou was joining the CEO on the business trip and had already driven to the building with the chauffeur, waiting to take him to the airport. “Mr. Zhou, we have less than two hours before takeoff.”

Xiang Zhen asked suspiciously: “Whose call is that?” Could it be that Zhou Sicheng didn’t visit a sex worker last night and she was calling for a follow-up? Everything is exposed!

Zhou Sicheng, seeing that Xiang Zhen had stopped crying, bent down to pick up his towel to dry his hair. “The airline.”

Life is getting harder, Xiang Zhen thought. He can even pick up a towel off the floor. Xiang Zhen remembered Zhou Sicheng had a flight to catch. This was his husband’s first job after switching from being a ride-share driver. If they had a huge fight now, they wouldn’t just lose the ticket money—he’d likely be fired during his probation.

The Guide to Adulthood said: Don’t fight while rushing for a vehicle; you’ll definitely miss it.

Besides, Xiang Zhen didn’t want to confront Zhou Sicheng face-to-face; he was afraid he’d lose his resolve. They had shared a bed for seven days—he wanted to save some face for them both.

The little sun was heavy with worry; how could Zhou Sicheng not see it? He grabbed the keywords from Xiang Zhen’s earlier protest, thought for a moment, and said: “Infectious diseases? Did the Little Sunflower Bag tell you something?”

Xiang Zhen glared at him. Was Zhou Sicheng a detective?

Zhou Sicheng: “The Little Sunflower Bag’s medical function isn’t fully developed. It talks nonsense.”

Xiang Zhen: “It didn’t talk nonsense.”

Gao Ou, listening to the dialogue over the phone, raised his eyebrows in surprise. People in Zhou Sicheng’s social strata treated health as priceless. Yet, before moving in with Xiang Zhen, he didn’t seem to have asked for a medical report—he just moved in so recklessly. Tsk.

He helpfully reminded him: “Mr. Zhou, the car is here. Please be downstairs within 5 minutes.”

Zhou Sicheng: “Show me your chat history.”

Xiang Zhen refused: “Go catch your plane.”

Zhou Sicheng stared at Xiang Zhen’s phone. He didn’t like leaving problems for later; it was best to solve them now. “Fine, then tell me what symptoms you think you have, or what disease you think you’ve caught.”

Xiang Zhen’s eyes widened. How was Zhou Sicheng turning the tables? “It’s not me, it’s you.”

Zhou Sicheng put on his suit trousers. “I’m very healthy.”

Xiang Zhen: “Maybe you got it the day before yesterday.”

Zhou Sicheng tucked his shirt into his narrow waistband. “Oh? Analyze it for me.”

Xiang Zhen’s fingers twitched. A virtuous wife should learn to tie her husband’s tie… No, no, no, he was about to divorce Zhou Sicheng.

Zhou Sicheng finished dressing, leaned over the bed with his hands planted on the mattress, and loomed over him. “Start from the beginning?”

His handsome face was magnified in front of him, beautiful to the point of being oppressive. Xiang Zhen clamped his mouth shut. He had given such obvious hints, yet Zhou Sicheng was still playing dumb. He couldn’t bring himself to expose his dirty deeds to this face—to desecrate his Sun God.

Also, he didn’t know how to argue! Human arguing was a profound science; he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to win against Zhou Sicheng and that Zhou Sicheng might get angry and smash his bubble tea bucket. Zhou Sicheng always picked on the softest targets, and he would definitely vent his anger on his sunflowers—which was Xiang Zhen’s greatest weakness.

Zhou Sicheng patiently pestered Xiang Zhen for five minutes, but Xiang Zhen remained as tight-lipped as a clam. Zhou Sicheng had underestimated him, thinking he could solve everything in five minutes. Since he couldn’t be late for the internal meeting and the flight had air traffic control restrictions, he couldn’t afford to miss the flight.

“I’m leaving first. Call me anytime.”

Zhou Sicheng took his phone and went downstairs, messaging Shi Ting to keep a close eye on Xiang Zhen and asking Ye Yun to probe for information.

Ten minutes later, Ye Yun knocked on the door, pretending to ask if Xiang Zhen wanted to go for a morning run. Xiang Zhen was getting ready for work: “I don’t need a morning run; I get my exercise on my way to work.”

Oh… Ye Yun thought. Doesn’t customer service work involve sitting in front of a computer all day?

He had been ordered to follow Xiang Zhen until he entered the office, so he pretended to go for a morning run, trailing behind him. Xiang Zhen took the bus, and he would just run—the bus wouldn’t be very fast during morning rush hour anyway.

A minute later, Ye Yun watched Xiang Zhen stuff a piece of bread into his mouth and start… running?

No way, CEO Zhou, your wife runs to work?

Ye Yun was a bodyguard with excellent stamina—he had to be to keep this high-paying job. But he never imagined that Xiang Zhen, who looked fair, beautiful, and physically weak, would run like a little butter-colored whirlwind!

The two staged a chase on the long street; two people on four legs were much faster than the four-wheeled traffic on the main road. Xiang Zhen ran all the way to the company in one breath, saving himself a bus fare!

Without my husband to drive me to work in the future, the sunflower has to run on its own.

Sitting at his desk, Xiang Zhen estimated the time and sent a message to Zhou Sicheng: “Hubby, has your plane taken off yet?”

Zhou Sicheng: “Entering the runway.”

Xiang Zhen felt relieved. Once the plane left the ground, Zhou Sicheng couldn’t get off. Because of him, Zhou Sicheng had missed his chance to become a section chief; he couldn’t afford to miss this crucial business trip.

The 1.9-meter-tall Zhou Sicheng must be very cramped in economy class, not even able to stretch his legs.

Xiang Zhen thought, I really love my husband so much. If Zhou Sicheng hasn’t made any mistakes in principle, we will go on like this forever and ever.

He opened the Little Sunflower Bag app, took a screenshot of his chat history, took a deep breath, and sent it to Zhou Sicheng.

[Hubby, let’s get a divorce.]

As the plane was ascending, Zhou Sicheng received the message. Coupled with the heavy G-force, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say his heart nearly exploded.

The wide-body aircraft pierced the clouds. Zhou Sicheng was strapped into his seat, his face ashen. Where is the parachute? Or install an ejection seat under my chair! I want to go back and ask Xiang Zhen if he has any conscience!

He cooked for him every day, drove him around, and bought him cakes—what more could he be dissatisfied with? Sending a breakup message right as he was taking off—he clearly knew he couldn’t catch him!

Beep, beep, beep.

In-flight Wi-Fi was unstable; images lagged behind text, and the sequence was a chaotic mess. Xiang Zhen’s screenshots arrived slowly and randomly on Zhou Sicheng’s phone.

Zhou Sicheng opened one, reading it three times in disbelief. The screen could only hold so much text, so what hit his eyes was—

[—Your husband is a ride-sharing driver, he sits for over 8 hours a day… suffering from erectile dysfunction. Let me ask you: does your husband’s car have ventilated seats?]

[Little Sunflower: That means no! Let me tell you, poor local heat dissipation indirectly leads to a decrease in sperm quality!]

???!

Zhou Sicheng laughed in anger.

So, because he was a gentleman and held back, not engaging in sexual activity with Xiang Zhen, he was suspected of having erectile dysfunction?

He could imagine the whole sequence of events: He was about to be gone for seven days but didn’t act like a wolf, and Xiang Zhen was worried, so he secretly asked the Little Sunflower Bag for the reason. The Little Sunflower Bag, combining his profession, directly spread rumors about his sexual capacity. One dared to ask, and the other dared to answer!

Because he had dysfunction and low sperm quality, Xiang Zhen had stammered this morning, asking him to see a doctor, and eventually moved straight to a breakup!

Just because of this?

Even if Xiang Zhen loved him just one percent—even if he gave him a shred of consideration for his face—he should have at least accompanied him to a urologist before passing a death sentence!

Zhou Sicheng, a distinguished member of first-class, calmly sipped some ice water. He’d kill him when he got back.

He felt cold in his heart as he opened the next screenshot. Who knew the next one would be even more explosive.

“Cough, cough, cough—”

Zhou Sicheng barely swallowed the ice water. If he ever looked at Xiang Zhen’s messages while drinking water again, he was a moron.

Screenshot page:

[Little Sunflower: Yes, it’s exactly as you think; your husband has a 50% chance of cheating.]

[Xiang Zhen: Cheating?]

Things were getting worse.

Zhou Sicheng’s fingers swiped rapidly through the dozen screenshots Xiang Zhen had sent, his precision brain rearranging the timeline and piecing together the truth.

All he saw was his wife, bewildered and helpless, desperately trying to defend her husband, while an artificial idiot continued to brainwash and spread rumors!

His rage, which he dared not vent at his wife, increased exponentially. You rebellious child! Backstabbing me!

So that’s what the 300 million yuan a day in computing power costs are for—spreading rumors about me every day.

This is the artificial idiot I spent hundreds of billions to raise. Raising it is worse than raising a piece of burned barbecue meat.

“Who is the project manager for the Barbecue Meat Bag—no, the Little Sunflower Bag?” Zhou Sicheng asked.

Secretary Gao suspected Zhou Sicheng wasn’t having a heart attack but a stroke: “Wang Jianfen.”

Zhou Sicheng: “Delete him.”

Secretary Gao: “Hmm?”

Zhou Sicheng: “I mean, have him delete the code for the Little Sunflower Bag.”

Ironically, in the chat window between him and Xiang Zhen, another Little Sunflower Bag read it faster than he did.

[Little Sunflower: If all the above facts are true, I support your divorce. Please award me to @XiangZhen.]

[Xiang Zhen: T_T]

[Zhou Sicheng: Honey, I didn’t cheat. The 398 and 598 were for buying cakes.]

[Zhou Sicheng: Just you wait for me to delete your code with my own hands @LittleSunflower.]