It deserved to be a rich man’s apartment. The big bathtub in the boss’s bathroom was so deep in my heart that I even wanted to take the opportunity to try the massage function of this bathtub, but this wasn’t my own home after all.
I didn’t dare to get too far, so I hurriedly washed, changed into my boxers, and rushed out of the bathroom.
After I went out, I realized the problem— I don’t know where Ning Yiheng put the pajamas.
I was draped in a bath towel, wiping my hair while knocking on the door of the master bedroom. Ning Yiheng answered the door quickly.
Before I could react, the hand knocking on the door slammed into his chest.
Ning Yiheng was already dressed neatly, but the buttons of his pajamas were loose. I didn’t pay attention to any of them. With a gentle hook of my fingers, I hooked his clothes open. The buttons were unbuttoned one by one and finally stopped at the lower abdomen.
Ah, boss’s pectoral muscles are so big and so smooth—
It’s over, I did something stupid again.
I was so embarrassed that I quickly withdrew my hand to avoid it, but thinking that this wasn’t good, I resolutely reached out and buttoned back the buttons of Ning Yiheng’s pajamas one by one.
Neither of us spoke. After I buttoned the buttons, I found Ning Yiheng’s face calm and seemed quite displeased.
… It seems even more awkward.
“You…” Ning Yiheng paused, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down. “Uh, you, you…”
My god! The boss stammered to anger by me.
I quickly apologized and said, “Boss, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was distracted when I knocked on the door, I really didn’t notice you—”
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” Ning Yiheng was stuck for a long time and finally spat out the second half of his sentence.
Me: “… Ah?”
I have a pair of boxers shorts on me, but this was harmless for men, and I have nothing to cover that can’t be seen— Oh, that’s right. Boss likes men.
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I’ve been straight for so many years and really didn’t realize this problem. When I was in college, I was naked in a public bath with Li Xiaoming. I have seen everything I should or shouldn’t see… Cough, that’s going a little too far.
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I was shocked, so I quickly wrapped my upper body in a bath towel, apologized, and said, “Ai ya! Sorry boss, I really forgot about that! I didn’t mean to, don’t mind it. I just came to ask where the pajamas are!”
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Ning Yiheng’s gaze was strange, but I couldn’t say exactly, so I somehow felt uncomfortable.
Sh*t, why does it feel like I’m being sexually harassed?
I quickly dispelled this idea. How could boss be interested in someone like me? In any case, Li Xiaoming was more suitable for him.
If I said more and made more mistakes, I was afraid of saying the wrong thing again, so I said good night to Ning Yiheng and ran back to the second bedroom to sleep.
I lay in bed, full of thoughts about Ning Yiheng and Li Xiaoming.
It was one thing to set them up, and it was another thing for Li Xiaoming to be willing or not.
It wasn’t good for me to break through boss’s ideas directly to Li Xiaoming, so I can only provide them with opportunities ambiguously. It’s not up to me to decide what the final result was.
In the final analysis, whether Li Xiaoming likes Ning Yiheng or not, and whether they can succeed or not was another story.
I can only listen to fate and do my best…
Thinking about it, I fell into a deep sleep.
—
The next day, boss personally drove me to work in the company. With tacit understanding, we didn’t mention what happened that night, so I continued the life of slacking and ordering Li Xiaoming.
If people want to eat, they have to go to work.
Ai, if I was as rich as Ning Yiheng, I would definitely squander my money and enjoy for a lifetime, and work hard? There is no such thing as working hard in my dictionary.
The New Year’s Day holiday was about to be given, and there will be a company party after New Year’s Day, and then we can have annual leave.
Everyone was looking forward to the holiday. The working atmosphere was quite sluggish, and they were all beginning to mix up their days.
I’m no exception.
Before New Year’s Day, I already started to think about booking tickets back to my hometown for the New Year.
When I opened the booking software to see the low-cost tickets for the countless times I slacked at work, Li Xiaoming came over from his workstation and patted me on the shoulder.
He walked silently while I was guilty of slacking off, which scared me so much that I almost threw my phone.
Li Xiaoming was obviously also slacking off. He held the file and asked me in a low voice, “Cheng-ge, are you ready for the New Year’s Party program?”
This New Year’s Party was already a regular event of our company. It will be held at the beginning of the year or at the end of the year. I’m actually not interested in this event. I can mainly take the opportunity to slack off.
Instead of working in the office, I would rather sit on the stage and watch my colleagues perform, and I can freeload for food.
Ning Yiheng didn’t require everyone to appear in the show, but those who appeared in the show could participate in the final lottery.
Although I haven’t been hit with a black face once, I still try my best to be a fake fan. I actively participate every year, and Li Xiaoming was no exception.
Last year, I sang “Flower of the Woman” on stage and was banned from signing up for any future singing shows by Ning Yiheng on the spot. But other than singing, I couldn’t think of any programs that would cause no trouble and save effort to fool around.
Besides, was my singing really that bad?
Li Xiaoming saw that I didn’t have a program, and said, “Cheng-ge, why don’t we cooperate? My colleagues and I are going to make a dance medley. What do you think?”
I was surprised and said, “You even know how to dance?”
Li Xiaoming smiled shyly, “I learned hip hop before la— Do you want to come along?”
There was really a gap between people. Li Xiaoming was smart and good-looking and even had many special skills. What other skills does he not know?
I happen to have no program to choose from so I said, “Of course, but I can’t dance…”
“It’s okay!” Li Xiaoming’s eyes were shining. He gave me a thumbs up and said, “Cheng-ge, don’t worry. I’ll be able to teach you.”
I looked at Li Xiaoming’s sincere eyes, and at that moment, I really believed that I could learn how to dance.
—However, we soon regretted this statement.
Because I simply can’t learn.
We have a total of four people in this temporary hip-hop dance group. Li Xiaoming and I and two other colleagues.
Li Xiaoming was okay. The remaining three of us have waists that were harder than steel pipes, and we’re not even qualified to set off Li Xiaoming as support.
After practicing for a day, I proposed to change my thinking. It was better to find a script from the Internet to perform group cross talk.
I participated in the show just to loaf. Now I have to practice dancing after getting off work every day. I still couldn’t learn which made me feel like I was working overtime.
Li Xiaoming rejected my proposal. He thought that since he decided to dance, he had to do it till the end.
He told me not to underestimate myself, the dance moves were very simple, etc.— This was very different from what I imagined, but I gritted my teeth and persisted for a few days.
As a result, even the two male colleagues were able to follow Li Xiaoming’s gestures blindly a few times. Only I danced like a donkey, and my lower back was stiff as if I was tied to a weight of two hundred ”catties.”
Li Xiaoming couldn’t see the slightest potential for progress in me, and his face became more solemn.
“How about this,” I rarely heard Li Xiaoming sigh so many times, “Cheng-ge, how about you go on stage and do radio gymnastics?”
“Each dance can be considered as a dance medley, right?”
Whatever he does, I can see a strict prohibition in the future! Thanks for the translation 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
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Cheng him-bo
He really needs to loosen up his waist, sounds like 😆
Why do I feel like the boss banned mc from singing because he was too good? 🤣
Thank You for the chapter ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡
Now I wanna know if his singing was very bad or too good?
i wonder whose hands could loosen that waist ~~~ haha
I see cute couple baths in our future. 👀😍
Thank you for the translation!