Wu Zehao didn’t respond immediately. Wen Jiaxuan blinked his eyes eagerly, and his expectant expression was too obvious. Wu Zehao then slowly spoke, “It’s inconvenient to take you.”
Wen Jiaxuan frowned, “Why?”
“Eat the fried eggs.”
Wu Zehao pushed the plate in front of Wen Jiaxuan, and anyone could see that he was changing the subject.
“Boss,” Wen Jiaxuan looked pitifully at Wu Zehao, his face pleading, “Please, please.”
Wu Zehao couldn’t resist him and explained, “We have less than two weeks before departure, and there’s not enough time for preparations. I have a multiple-entry visa for Japan valid for over five years, so I can depart anytime. But what about you? Your savings and financial records don’t meet the visa application requirements.”
“Boss,” Wen Jiaxuan said with a mysterious smile, “I already obtained permanent residency in Japan, so I can go anytime.”
Wu Zehao: “…”
“Drink the milk,” Wu Zehao pushed the glass in front of Wen Jiaxuan.
Wen Jiaxuan took a sip of hot milk, licked the foam off his lips, and continued, “I know you like to travel alone, and I won’t interfere. I’ll just be your translator.”
“You’ve been living in Japan for so many years, and you still want to go?” Wu Zehao couldn’t help but ask.
“No, I don’t want to go to Japan,” Wen Jiaxuan took a bite of the omelet.
“Then?” Wu Zehao was puzzled.
“I want to go out with you,” Wen Jiaxuan bit his fork and looked sincerely at Wu Zehao, completely unaware that his words were stirring something in his boss like a feather.
“Think about it,” Wen Jiaxuan put down his fork and continued somewhat introspectively, “Everywhere you go, unless it’s a country with visa-free access for Chinese citizens, I can’t go. Now that there’s finally a place I can go to, I also want to go with you.”
“So why do you want to follow me?” Wu Zehao was getting a headache; he felt like he was wavering again, and he really didn’t like that feeling.
“Because you’re a travel blogger,” Wen Jiaxuan said, “I want to travel with a professional.”
A perfectly normal reason, but Wu Zehao listened with increasing agitation.
It was always like this, innocently flirting and then leaving, without even realizing how bad it made him look.
“Wen Jiaxuan, do you even know…” Wu Zehao stopped here, seeming hesitant to continue.
Wen Jiaxuan withdrew his hand from the dining table, feeling that his boss might not be too pleased. He was about to say he wouldn’t go, but before he could speak, Wu Zehao abruptly said something unrelated.
“Do you know that Heartbeat is a gay bar?”
Heartbeat?
Wen Jiaxuan was stunned in place, carefully recalling, and indeed, he hadn’t seen a girl at the Heartbeat bar.
So…
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“You… are you gay?” Wen Jiaxuan asked in astonishment.
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“My college classmate. I used to store my luggage at his place. His family is in the clothing business, and they’re quite wealthy…”
Veins started bulging on Wu Zehao’s forehead, “What does that have to do with me?”
“Oh…” Wen Jiaxuan finally realized he had been talking nonsense. He returned to the topic, “But Qian Wuyou said he’s a ‘0,’ you… you’re not, right?”
Wu Zehao was almost speechless, “Do I look like a ‘0’ to you?”
“No, you look like ‘1,’” Wen Jiaxuan honestly replied.
“Yeah, a big and strong ‘1.’”
Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help but swallow nervously. He suddenly remembered something that didn’t quite fit, “But Zhang Zhitao said you have a girlfriend…”
“He said I have a girlfriend?” Wu Zehao interrupted.
Wen Jiaxuan thought carefully. Zhang Zhitao had used the word “partner” from start to finish, without specifying the gender. It was just that Wen Jiaxuan’s subconscious assumed that Wu Zehao’s “partner” should be female.
“He said something like ‘partner’…” Wen Jiaxuan said hesitantly.
“Yeah, they’re all male partner.”
Wen Jiaxuan fell silent. As a newcomer in the workplace, he didn’t understand why his boss had suddenly disclosed his sexual orientation to him.
“Do you know the most effective way to determine if two people are compatible?” Wu Zehao suddenly asked.
Wen Jiaxuan shook his head.
“Let two people travel together or renovate a place together,” Wu Zehao said, “These two things can best reveal whether two people’s spending habits and values align. Many couples go on their honeymoon after getting married, but in reality, they should travel together before marriage.”
Wen Jiaxuan had a vague sense that Wu Zehao was imparting some profound wisdom, but he didn’t immediately understand how it related to him.
“When you and I travel together, there are only two possible outcomes,” Wu Zehao crossed his arms, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the table, “First, we might end up disliking each other, not being able to stand one another, and you’ll pack your things and leave as soon as we get back home.”
Wen Jiaxuan asked weakly, “And the second?”
“The second,” Wu Zehao paused, “you might completely rely on me and not want to go back to take your exams.”
“How could that happen?” Wen Jiaxuan immediately denied it, even finding the idea absurd. “Don’t judge me based on this. I’m a career-oriented guy; I’ll definitely… wait…”
Wen Jiaxuan suddenly felt that something was off. He wondered, “Why would I completely rely on you? I’m not gay.”
“Who says you’re not?” Wu Zehao asked in response.
This time, the retort had a clear negative connotation.
“I say I’m not,” Wen Jiaxuan said stubbornly. “My best friend is gay, but it doesn’t mean I am.”
“Then let me ask you, how many girls have you dated?”
“I…,” Wen Jiaxuan stammered, “I held hands with a girl in kindergarten.”
Wu Zehao chuckled lightly, and Wen Jiaxuan detected a hint of mockery.
“What about after that?” Wu Zehao asked again.
“After that, I focused on my studies, I…”
“So, there was none,” Wu Zehao interrupted directly.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m gay,” Wen Jiaxuan muttered quietly.
“Do you know why I brought you down last night?” Wu Zehao asked.
“You thought I was being dishonest while sleeping?” Wen Jiaxuan vaguely remembered Wu Zehao adjusting his blanket last night.
“A bit of that,” Wu Zehao said. “But mostly because if I hadn’t brought you down, you wouldn’t have woken up this morning.”
“Why?” Wen Jiaxuan tilted his head, not understanding the connection.
“Because I would’ve pleasured you so much that you wouldn’t get out of bed,” Wu Zehao said casually.
Wen Jiaxuan was suddenly dumbfounded, as if a lightning bolt had struck his head.
What did he just say?
What did this person just say?
Can someone help him translate it?
“Pleasured you so much your legs wouldn’t close, calling me ‘big brother’ all night,” Wu Zehao added with a smile.
Wen Jiaxuan stared at Wu Zehao in shock, frozen like a stone statue.
Wu Zehao couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter. “Just kidding.”
Wen Jiaxuan finally relaxed his tense shoulders and stared at Wu Zehao in disbelief. “Why would you make such jokes?”
“You say you’re not gay,” Wu Zehao said with a smile, “but when I say something, you blush?”
“I-I am not, you-you-you stop making things up.”
Wu Zehao laughed again, “Should I get you a mirror?”
Wen Jiaxuan looked elsewhere awkwardly and said, “I don’t need one!”
Wu Zehao didn’t say anything more, he stood up and walked towards the living room. However, as he passed by Wen Jiaxuan, he casually used his index finger to gently lift Wen Jiaxuan’s chin and said, “Clean up the dishes and come over to see the article I’ve edited for you.”
Wu Zehao said he blushed, but Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t deny the sensation.
His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and even his earlobes were burning. If this wasn’t enough, Wu Zehao’s recent touch had made his heart race like a sports car with the pedal to the metal. The rushing blood made him dizzy, and he even heard a buzzing sound in his ears.
“Haven’t finished cleaning up yet?” Wu Zehao asked from the worktable.
Wen Jiaxuan mechanically washed the dishes, forcing himself to put away his jumbled thoughts.
“I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight.”
After mentally preparing himself, Wen Jiaxuan returned to the sofa and, with a professional attitude, asked Wu Zehao, “Did you send the article to my email?”
“Yeah, take a look.”
The article was still the one Wen Jiaxuan had written before, but the overall structure and logic had clearly improved significantly.
Wu Zehao had deleted many detailed historical events, summarized them briefly, rearranged the order of a few paragraphs, and added a concluding section. Even though most of the text was still written by Wen Jiaxuan, Wu Zehao’s edits had transformed it significantly.
It was only at this moment that Wen Jiaxuan realized that in writing articles, the structure and flow of ideas were more crucial than the actual words.
“Have you finished reading?” Wu Zehao asked.
“Yeah…” Wen Jiaxuan felt a bit discouraged. “No wonder I failed the essay, my writing is so poor.”
“Just practice more,” Wu Zehao advised. “Have you finished organizing the things I asked you to?”
“They’re organized, but I want to find a few more for backup,” Wen Jiaxuan replied.
“Send me what you’ve organized first.”
As Wu Zehao spoke, his phone on the worktable suddenly vibrated. He furrowed his brows slightly and told Wen Jiaxuan, “Send it to my email.” Then, he walked out to the courtyard with his phone.
It was early in the morning, and the air conditioning wasn’t turned on. Several windows were open, and Wu Zehao was talking outside. Wen Jiaxuan could hear every word clearly.
“How many times do I have to say I’m not going… What’s wrong with the 28th… You can’t force me… How many times do I have to say it… Fine, just this once… When… I got it.”
Wu Zehao walked into the room, and Wen Jiaxuan curiously turned his head, asking, “Are you going to do something?”
“Did you hear it?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Wu Zehao walked over and sat at the worktable, then uttered two words, “Blind date.”
Wen Jiaxuan: ???
Wu zehao going straight for the kill and admitting he’s gay is the right thing to do given how oblivious jiajia is 😂
Well I was not expecting that from Wu Zhezhao 😳
Zhehao smh