"Du Junheng: The Du Group's new target is automotive intelligent AI, with 500 million yuan invested in research and development..."
As Jiang Ming was setting the dishes on the table in the living room, the financial news happened to be playing on TV. Hearing the name of a man who shared his husband's name, Jiang Ming lost focus for a moment and looked back at the busy figure in the kitchen.
Du Junheng was wearing a black-and-yellow plaid shirt today, with the "designer" black cargo pants he had bought on Taobao last week for 69.9 yuan. The rainy weather had meant they took a full week to dry. Thinking of that, Jiang Ming couldn't help smiling. They just happened to have the same name. After all, when Jiang Ming's colleague first saw Du Hengsheng, especially when they noticed the two men were dressed in exactly the same plaid shirts, they had stammered for a moment before making this comment:
"You two really look like a married couple... How did you end up with exactly the same miserable fate?"
Jiang Ming nervously touched his hair, thinking this was probably karma for studying computer science.
Aside from the excessive overtime eating into their sweet time together, Jiang Ming had no complaints about their life as a couple.
That is, until Jiang Ming took a freelance job to earn some extra money and entered the Du Group's headquarters for the first time. Seated in the security control room, he rubbed his eyes as he watched the screens, checking again and again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. At the head of the long conference table sat a man in a perfectly fitted, crisp suit, his eyes lowered and his presence commanding. The man whose name he had heard in the news so many times, a name identical to his husband's... looked exactly like Du Hengsheng too?
You've got to be kidding. He wasn't actually an idiot.
Jiang Ming abandoned his home and his job. In barely half a day, he vanished without a trace.
Start a new life, Jiang Ming told himself.
But less than half a month later, the man forced his way into Jiang Ming's new home. Jiang Ming's thin frame was no match for him.
In the end, all he could do was gather his courage and say, "W-who are you? Please leave my home, or I'll call the police."
A mocking smile tugged at Du Junheng's lips. "Jiang Ming, are you still pretending?"
Reading guide:
1. Some unusual kinks.
2. Extremely melodramatic and stupid.
3. Both protagonists are absolute disasters personality-wise.
4. Setting a goal to update daily.
Theme: Love yourself, and love the whole world.