Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince - Chapter 36

After Chu Muyun finished packing, he moved into Lu Hanzhang’s house with his son the next day.

It was a well-maintained detached villa with a courtyard and household staff.

Before arriving, Chu Muyun had researched the neighborhood online and discovered that its residents were either prominent figures frequently featured in financial news or top-tier celebrities.

Lu Hanzhang was at work, so the butler gave Chu Muyun a tour of the house, familiarizing him with the rooms. The interior design was high-quality but felt cold and impersonal. There were no personal belongings or clutter in sight, making it almost too tidy.

Chu Muyun placed the large rabbit cage labeled “Eastern Palace” in the living room, tossed two of his favorite fluffy throw pillows on the sofa, stashed a half-eaten box of snacks under the coffee table, and arranged toiletries in the bathroom. The most time-consuming task was organizing his extensive wardrobe.

He spent hours in the walk-in closet attached to the second-floor master bedroom. Even with Lu Hanzhang’s original clothes, only half the closet was filled, but Chu Muyun was confident he would soon fill the rest.

Hehe, this will be our shared nest from now on!

Chu Muyun, exhausted from unpacking, asked the housekeeper to prepare a fruit platter. Even a casually picked strawberry tasted far sweeter and more fragrant than any he’d bought outside.

Hmm, probably a special supply from the Lu Family’s private estate. That’s how it’s always written in novels.

After resting, Chu Muyun cooked two more dishes in the kitchen. With a professional chef in the house, he didn’t need to prepare every meal himself, and he happily took the opportunity to relax.

When Lu Hanzhang returned home from work, he found Chu Muyun waiting for him at the dining table, which was laden with steaming dishes.

Truthfully, he usually just slept at the company. This apartment was merely a slightly more comfortable place to stay. It didn’t matter where he rested, but perhaps things would be different now.

Lu Hanzhang watched the little canary with its bright smile as it rushed toward him.

When Chu Muyun is here, this is home. I’ll want to come home after work.

“You’re back!”

Chu Muyun threw himself into Lu Hanzhang’s arms, tilted his head back, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Lu Hanzhang wrapped his arms around him, “Did you make all this food?”

“No, most of it was prepared by the family’s head chef,” Chu Muyun replied. “But guess which dishes I made!”

After they sat down, Lu Hanzhang surveyed the table before picking up his chopsticks to sample the dishes.

“These two: the roasted venison and the ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup,” he said.

“Correct!” Chu Muyun beamed. “How did you guess?”

“Intuition.” Lu Hanzhang rarely used such a vague term, he preferred precise explanations. But he couldn’t articulate the indescribably nostalgic flavor he tasted in Chu Muyun’s cooking. If he had to find a reason, it was as if Chu Muyun had cast a spell on him.

They began to eat.

Chu Muyun casually picked up a shrimp and nudged the roasted venison closer to Lu Hanzhang. “Eat more venison! I made it specially to help you recover.”

Lu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes, giving Chu Muyun a dangerous look.

Who’s the one who needs to be taken care of? Isn’t it you, begging for mercy later?

After dinner, Chu Muyun sat on Lu Hanzhang’s lap and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Come on, Boss~ I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

“Later. You just ate. Do you want me to fuck you until you vomit?” Lu Hanzhang pinned down Chu Muyun’s restless hands, his voice cold and indifferent as he uttered the outrageous words.

The moment the words left his mouth, he was momentarily stunned by his own audacity. But seeing Chu Muyun’s cheeks flush crimson, he felt a surge of satisfaction.

“Fine,” Chu Muyun said. “Then you can take the Crown Prince out for a walk and get to know your son better.”

Chu Muyun’s casual assumption of authority made Lu Hanzhang wonder if he was truly the Sugar Daddy. He’d never seen a “contractor” bossing around their “client” like this before.

A few minutes later, Lu Hanzhang found himself walking along the public roads of the villa complex, a large, leashed rabbit in his left hand and Chu Muyun’s hand in his right.

Despite having shared far more intimate moments, Lu Hanzhang still felt a flicker of unease when Chu Muyun naturally took his hand. But he quickly tightened his grip on that delicate, soft hand.

His heart quickened slightly under the enchanting moonlight. Their elongated shadows intertwined, leaning close together.

After a leisurely stroll, Lu Hanzhang mused, So this is what family life is like—having a wife and children. It’s really quite nice.

He thought this again as he carried Chu Muyun to bed and devoured him upon returning home.

Moans and cries echoed through the bedroom all night long.

The next day, Lu Hanzhang swiftly wrapped up his urgent tasks, made arrangements for his absence, and decisively took his annual leave. He instructed Li Weide to report any critical matters requiring his personal attention.

Previously, he hadn’t even taken weekends off, let alone annual leave.

This must be how kings feel when they abandon their morning court duties, Lu Hanzhang thought.

Throughout the entire vacation, he didn’t leave the house once, indulging in days of wanton pleasure with his little canary.

The bedroom, living room, bathtub, balcony, small garden—every corner bore witness to their passionate encounters.

After years of self-restraint, Lu Hanzhang had finally tasted the forbidden fruit, and now he couldn’t stop.

Chu Muyun’s legs felt like jelly. His Great King, being his Sugar Daddy, didn’t force him, but Chu Muyun, once rested, would stubbornly resist, only to end up with wobbly legs again.

The Great King is so strong!

When Lu Hanzhang’s vacation ended and he returned to work, he felt a sense of relief.

Originally, Chu Muyun, having no filming projects and nothing to do at home, had wanted to accompany Lu Hanzhang to the office—even if just to sit there and do nothing. But their stamina difference was too great, he couldn’t keep up. So, while the Great King went to work, Chu Muyun stayed home to catch up on sleep.

He’d sleep all day, then drag himself out of bed to collapse on the living room sofa, waiting for Lu Hanzhang to return. The moment Lu Hanzhang walked in, he’d see Chu Muyun sprawled on the sofa, limbs dangling limply like a discarded doll after a child’s rough play. Sometimes, a large brown rabbit would be nestled beside him.

Lu Hanzhang would approach, cradle Chu Muyun’s upper body in his arms, kiss him, and ask, “Hungry? Let’s eat.”

“My legs are too weak to walk. Carry me,” Chu Muyun would murmur lazily, looping an arm around Lu Hanzhang’s neck.

Lu Hanzhang’s expression was a mix of helplessness and indulgence as he picked Chu Muyun up like a porcelain doll and carried him to the dining room, placing him in the chair beside his own.

These past few days, Chu Muyun had barely touched the ground at home, demanding to be carried everywhere. Lu Hanzhang obliged, carrying him to the dining room, living room, bedroom, and even the bathroom.

It was less like keeping a pampered canary and more like caring for a spoiled little wife.

Chu Muyun loved being carried by his Great King.

Though he lacked the strength to stand and walk properly, he found plenty of energy to wash his face, apply skincare, put on light makeup, and style his hair beautifully before Lu Hanzhang left the house. Hehe.

Their blissful days were cut short when Jin Ming, his manager, remembered him and summoned him to the StarJoy Building.

It was essentially the old Huashi Building, just with a new sign.

Chu Muyun arrived at Jin Ming’s office.

Jin Ming maintained his usual refined, scholarly demeanor. Without preamble, he said, “You’ve filmed two dramas back-to-back. You should rest for a while. How about a variety show? A dating show, perhaps? They’re quite popular these days.”

Chu Muyun immediately shook his head, “No dating show. Absolutely not.”

He’d only agree if he had a death wish. Lu Hanzhang would be consumed by jealousy.

Jin Ming sized him up thoughtfully, then, without pressing the dating show idea, slid another program proposal across the desk.

Chu Muyun picked up the proposal and saw it was for a dance reality show called Dance Storm.

“What about this one?”

After reviewing the materials, Chu Muyun said, “Okay, but the filming schedule is quite long—over a month.”

That was almost as long as shooting a drama. He had assumed Jin Ming would find him a travel reality show where he could be a guest for a couple of episodes and be done with it.

Jin Ming chuckled, “According to some insider rumors I’ve heard, several popular celebrities will be participating in this show. It’s bound to generate massive online buzz, giving you a great opportunity to ride the wave.”

He added, “I’ve vetted all the resources I could secure recently, and none were particularly suitable for you. However, a director I know well is preparing to film a historical drama, starting after the New Year. I’ve read the script, and it’s solid. Keep your schedule open for it. This reality show will be perfect to do before joining the drama.”

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Chu Muyun agreed.

“Good.” Jin Ming reminded him, “I’ve seen your dance videos—you’re quite good. Keep practicing at home to stay in shape. Don’t slack off on the show, audiences love to see hard-working and talented people. As for interpersonal skills and communication, just be mindful. Don’t say anything reckless that might get you canceled online.”

“Understood.”

Within days, a leaked contestant list for Dance Storm surfaced online. Chu Muyun spotted two familiar names: Cheng Yu and Jiang Wenhao, his former colleagues from his previous two dramas.

A rising idol and a second-tier male star, combined with the other names on the list, made for a truly impressive lineup. So everyone who didn’t want to film dramas lately decided to flock to variety shows instead, huh?

Though the show hadn’t officially announced the cast, many fans had already flooded his Weibo with congratulations.

[Our Chu Chu got a variety show gig!]

[Yay! We’ll get to see Chu Chu dance!]

One fan asked: [We’re your loyal fans, so spill—will this be a face-saving or embarrassing appearance?]

The competition on Dance Storm was notoriously fierce. Every season featured tearful fans of eliminated contestants accusing the show of unfairness, and the main stars’ on-stage battles often spilled into off-stage fan wars—a time-honored tradition.

Chu Muyun replied: [Don’t worry, I’m an amazing dancer!]

Jin Ming had been urging Chu Muyun to either start live streaming or post video vlogs to keep his fans engaged. So Chu Muyun set up his phone on a tripod, dressed in a cute hoodie and sweatpants, and filmed himself doing a home dance in the garden.

His movements were clumsy and chaotic, always a beat behind the rhythm.

But his facial expressions were flawless. He smiled sweetly throughout the entire video, his radiance brighter than the sunlight streaming into the frame, his sweetness surpassing even the milk candy rabbit printed on his hoodie.

Not all of it was an act. When his foot slipped midway through the dance, nearly causing him to fall, it was because the Great King had thoroughly worn him out the night before, leaving him a little sore.

After recording, Chu Muyun posted the video on Weibo.

Fans eagerly clicked on the video, only to be left speechless and groaning:

[Is this what you meant by “super good at dancing”?]

[Oh no, this is going to be so embarrassing!]

[Chu Chu, please reconsider… maybe we should skip Dance Storm after all?]

[If you get eliminated, I won’t even have the heart to criticize the production team…]

Yet some fans remained fiercely supportive:

[So adorable! You’re a clumsy beauty, Chu Chu! Keep going—you’ll charm the judges to death!]

[Am I the only one who’s watched this multiple times? I think you’re doing great!]

Chu Muyun scrolled through the comments, chuckling. He couldn’t wait for his first variety show appearance.