It was an incredibly agonizing hour.
Wen Jiaxuan was like a wooden puppet throughout, and all his joints didn’t respond well. When he moved from the living room to the dining table, he unknowingly performed a scene of clumsiness.
“Open your mouth,” Wu Zehao picked up a piece of meat and offered it to Wen Jiaxuan’s mouth. Wen Jiaxuan, like a puppet on strings, mechanically lowered his chin and accepted the meat Wu Zehao fed him.
Wu Dad and Fu Mom must be very concerned about their reputation, or perhaps they are very cultured. In any case, in front of Wen Jiaxuan, the outsider, the faces of the two elders had already turned as dark as thunderclouds, and they didn’t utter any offensive words.
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t dare to pick up any vegetables and could only eat plain rice with his head down. He hoped to minimize his presence, but Wu Zehao made things difficult for him, deliberately saying, “Don’t just eat rice, have some vegetables.”
“Oh…” Wen Jiaxuan lifted his head from the rice bowl, but his gaze remained fixed on the bowl, avoiding looking around.
At this moment, Wu Zehao suddenly extended his index finger to wipe the corner of Wen Jiaxuan’s mouth and affectionately said, “Silly, you got rice on your face.”
Wen Jiaxuan shivered instantly, and goosebumps covered his body. When did his boss become so affectionate towards him?
Usually, he was either a fool or an idiot. What’s this, “silly”?
Could you please let him exit the stage and just eat in peace on the sidelines?
Wen Jiaxuan’s neck stiffened in a somewhat awkward manner. When he looked at Wu Zehao beside him, even his shoulders turned with his head.
Boss, please, can you spare me?
Wen Jiaxuan pleaded with his eyes to Wu Zehao.
However, Wu Zehao ignored those urgent eyes and took the opportunity to feed Wen Jiaxuan another bite of vegetables as he turned his head.
“Tell me what you want to eat,” Wu Zehao calmly extended the chopsticks into Wen Jiaxuan’s mouth, almost saying, “Husband will feed you.”
Wen Jiaxuan gritted his teeth, gripping the chopsticks tightly, and glared at Wu Zehao with a tragic expression.
The dinner was eaten without any enjoyment, but fortunately, Wu Zehao didn’t intend to stay long. After dinner, he quickly left with Wen Jiaxuan from his parents’ house.
At the moment the security door closed, Wen Jiaxuan could no longer hold himself up. He leaned against the wall with one hand and supported his knee with the other, his legs trembling.
“Are you okay?” Wu Zehao casually asked, walked over to the elevator, and pressed the down button as if it didn’t concern him.
Wen Jiaxuan walked over, leaning against the wall, and looked at Wu Zehao with resentment. “Boss, how could you betray me like this?”
“What did I do?” Wu Zehao asked with a poker face.
“Why didn’t you tell me in advance that we were going to your house for dinner?” Wen Jiaxuan questioned.
He had brought him all the way to the doorstep of his house before revealing it. That was too unfair!
“If I say, would you come?” Wu Zehao still had a calm expression. “You did well just now, deserving some encouragement.”
“You!” Wen Jiaxuan took a deep breath and decided to reason, “Did you not say in the afternoon that I shouldn’t pretend to be your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Wu Zehao admitted openly, “I take back that statement.”
“Why are you always like this?” Wen Jiaxuan was getting increasingly frustrated. “You’re a boss, you should keep your word, and you’re also a ‘1.’ Don’t you know the saying ‘One’s word is as good as nine oaths’?”
Wu Zehao chuckled, “Who told you this idiom is used this way?”
“I said it myself!” Wen Jiaxuan argued stubbornly. “If you want to come out, just come out. Why do you have to drag me into this mess?”
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Wu Zehao stopped smiling and raised an eyebrow, asking, “What do you mean by ‘drag you into this mess’?”
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Wen Jiaxuan was stunned as he felt the wall behind him. He inexplicably raised his head and found Wu Zehao’s face dangerously close. He swallowed hard and said, “Boss?”
“Don’t talk,” Wu Zehao whispered in a low voice.
His breath brushed against Wen Jiaxuan’s eyelashes, making them tickle. He blinked, and for some reason, the handsome face in front of him seemed to grow larger…
What was happening?
Wen Jiaxuan was bewildered. Given the situation, was his boss about to kiss him?
But that didn’t make sense. Why?
Wu Zehao’s nose was getting closer and closer, and Wen Jiaxuan’s brain, which had been functioning a moment ago, suddenly froze. So, he made the dumbest move of his life—he closed his eyes.
Laughter and the sound of the elevator arriving echoed in his ears simultaneously. The shadow in front of his eyes suddenly vanished, and Wen Jiaxuan abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Wu Zehao stepping into the elevator, mocking him, “Let’s go, little straight guy.”
The words “straight guy” sounded particularly grating.
Wen Jiaxuan was petrified in place, feeling like he must have been possessed by a ghost to have closed his eyes just now.
Wu Zehao half-stepped out of the elevator, urging, “Aren’t you coming?”
Wen Jiaxuan reluctantly entered the elevator and huddled in the corner, facing the elevator wall.
The most awkward thing in life is being in the same elevator with someone you don’t want to face, especially when you’re alone in the elevator with them.
This old-fashioned elevator was descending particularly slowly, like a children’s train in a mall.
Wen Jiaxuan felt extremely embarrassed, and Wu Zehao seemed to sense his discomfort, so he said sympathetically, “Jiajia, you really are a straight guy.”
Wen Jiaxuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his boss was indeed a good person for giving him a way out when he was feeling embarrassed.
He gratefully turned his head and agreed, “Yes, boss.”
“Your kind of ‘straight’,” Wu Zehao paused, “is called ‘thinking you’re straight’.”
After saying that, Wu Zehao laughed again, and Wen Jiaxuan quickly turned his head back to the wall, cursing his boss silently.
Wu Zehao, after having his laugh, said, “Kid, I didn’t bring you here for no reason. If you hadn’t come to disrupt my blind date, I wouldn’t have had to come clean with my family so quickly.”
“What do you mean?” Wen Jiaxuan asked, turning half of his face toward Wu Zehao with caution. His boss had set traps in his words, and he had fallen into one earlier. He couldn’t afford to be fooled again.
“My classmate told her mom that I already have a partner, so her mom approached my mom, and now my mom insists on me bringing my partner home,” Wu Zehao explained.
“Why did she say that?” Wen Jiaxuan immediately dropped his guard and looked at Wu Zehao in surprise.
“It probably wasn’t intentional, or else her mom would definitely force her to get closer to me,” Wu Zehao speculated.
“I see,” Wen Jiaxuan nodded. “Did she also reveal your sexual orientation? I noticed your uncle and aunt didn’t seem particularly surprised just now.”
“No,” Wu Zehao replied. “It’s because I mentioned it during a phone call this afternoon, that my partner isn’t what they thought.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s neck started to feel a bit stiff from speaking with his back turned, so he walked over to Wu Zehao’s side, rubbing his neck, and continued, “Actually, I think it’s not very appropriate for you to bring me home without giving them any time to prepare, especially considering your uncle and aunt are older…”
The elevator reached the first floor, and the prompt sound chimed again. Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help but recall the soft laughter in his ear, and his cheeks flushed slightly.
“They’ve been mentally prepared for this,” Wu Zehao ruffled Wen Jiaxuan’s hair as if to suggest he was being mature about it.
“But didn’t you say they didn’t know?” Wen Jiaxuan quickly followed Wu Zehao’s stride as they walked out.
“Well, they don’t know the specifics,” Wu Zehao’s motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the building, and he tossed the helmet into Wen Jiaxuan’s lap before straddling the bike. “My mom once found a racy magazine I was reading in high school, and it was all about men together. Do you think they wouldn’t be mentally prepared?”
“You… you have such hobbies?” Wen Jiaxuan paused in his motion of getting onto the bike.
“Don’t you?” Wu Zehao asked suddenly.
“Of course, I don’t,” Wen Jiaxuan replied, smoothly climbing onto the bike.
“How do you satisfy your needs then?”
Hearing that question, Wen Jiaxuan, who was in the process of getting on the bike, nearly flipped over and fell from the other side. He quickly steadied Wu Zehao’s waist and said indignantly, “I don’t have those needs!”
Wu Zehao found it amusing and said, “Don’t make such bold claims.”
Wen Jiaxuan, feeling a bit guilty, didn’t respond further. Of course, he had occasionally “relieved himself,” but it wasn’t a frequent occurrence. He could honestly say that it had never reached a point of “need.”
Wu Zehao talked about satisfying needs so casually. Could it be that he does it from time to time? No wonder he didn’t allow Wen Jiaxuan to go upstairs earlier; it’s very likely that there were indecent adult magazines under the bed.
With these thoughts in mind, Wen Jiaxuan involuntarily moved his hand from Wu Zehao’s waist to his shoulder.
When they returned home, it was already late. They both took showers and then sat on the sofa to watch TV as usual. Wu Zehao, with his six-foot-three frame, squeezed into the two-seater sofa, with his legs extending over the armrest, making it quite cramped for him. On the other hand, the five-foot-eight Wen Jiaxuan comfortably occupied the entire three-seater sofa, lying on his side with his head resting on the armrest, looking completely at ease.
“Boss, do you want to switch seats?” Wen Jiaxuan asked with a playful tone while scratching an itch, completely oblivious to how he appeared.
Wu Zehao, facing the TV, turned his head to glance at him when he heard the question. Then, suddenly, he stood up from the sofa.
Now Wen Jiaxuan was puzzled. They had been dividing the sofa this way for almost a month, and Wu Zehao had never raised any objections. Moreover, his previous remark had obviously been just for the sake of it, and Wu Zehao should have realized that.
Sure enough, Wu Zehao wasn’t planning to switch sofas; instead, he walked straight towards the second floor.
“Are you going to sleep?” Wen Jiaxuan asked.
“No, I’m getting something for you.”
Wu Zehao quickly came down from the second floor and tossed a magazine into Wen Jiaxuan’s lap. Wen Jiaxuan glanced at the cover and then immediately treated it like a scalding kettle, throwing the magazine onto the coffee table.
“What… what is this thing?”
“Aren’t you raised in Japan?” Wu Zehao sat back down on the two-seater sofa. “Can’t you understand it?”
On the cover, a half-naked man posed provocatively, surrounded by Japanese text. Wen Jiaxuan could certainly understand it.
It was a gay adult magazine, and it was definitely “imported.”
“Where did you… How did you… Where are you from?” Wen Jiaxuan stammered, struggling to find the right words.
Wu Zehao found Wen Jiaxuan’s reaction amusing, but he deliberately said in a nonchalant tone, “I occasionally go to Japan to replenish my supplies.”
Wen Jiaxuan looked at Wu Zehao with a complex expression, as if saying, “I didn’t expect you to be this kind of boss.”
Wu Zehao raised his chin slightly. “Take a look.”
Wen Jiaxuan had a resolute expression on his face. “I’m not looking.”
Wu Zehao raised an eyebrow, “Are you a man?”
“I…”
As expected, Wen Jiaxuan’s experience was lacking, and with a little teasing from Wu Zehao, he fell into the trap.
He stretched his neck and carefully examined the man on the cover with a quizzical expression, then furrowed his brow, saying, “You like this type?”
“No,” Wu Zehao said, “Look at page 23; I like that type.”
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t want to touch the magazine, but he couldn’t help but be curious about what type Wu Zehao liked.
So, with a look of disdain, he used his fingertips to pick up the magazine and turned to page 23. There, a young man with fair skin and completely naked appeared before him.
The most sensitive parts of the young man were obscured by black mosaic shapes. He was in a kneeling position on a pure white floor, his buttocks raised high, and there was a line of text next to his head: “Master? Welcome home.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s initial reaction wasn’t disgust but rather curiosity about how the man managed to arch his buttocks so high—it seemed like a high level of difficulty?
As he realized what he was thinking, he immediately shook his head and retreated back to the sofa.
“How is it?” Wu Zehao asked casually.
“Average,” Wen Jiaxuan coughed twice, responding awkwardly, “I can tell you like them tender.”
Wen Jiaxuan was completely unaware that he looked even younger than the guy in the magazine.
“Hmm,” Wu Zehao didn’t deny it.
“No wonder Zhang Zhitao said your ex-boyfriends were all clingy,” Wen Jiaxuan commented objectively, “Younger partners tend to be clingy…”
“By the way,” Wu Zehao interrupted, “Is that all you have to say?”
“Yeah,” Wen Jiaxuan said earnestly, “Do you expect me to have feelings for him?”
Wu Zehao: “…”
“It’s strange, but I have a lot of gay friends around me,” Wen Jiaxuan said to himself. “My college classmate, Qian Wuyou, is quite popular, but he’s too picky, doesn’t like anyone. And at my dad’s workplace, there’s a very handsome guy, and his boyfriend is the famous mystery writer Mei…”
“Things gather together based on their similarities, while people segregate into groups.”
After saying this mysterious sentence, Wu Zehao left without bothering to listen to Wen Jiaxuan anymore. Wen Jiaxuan shrugged and thought that watching TV together with everyone was more fun, so it wasn’t enjoyable to watch alone after Wu Zehao had gone upstairs.
He turned off the lights on the first floor, and the house quickly fell into silence. Not long after, the lights on the second floor also disappeared, and there was no sound of anyone turning over for a long time.
Wu Zehao must have fallen asleep.
After confirming this, Wen Jiaxuan secretly picked up a magazine from the coffee table.
Page 23 featured a fair-skinned young man that Wen Jiaxuan had no interest in. But on page 24, there was a guy with a fantastic physique and striking looks. He couldn’t resist taking a second glance.
He wondered if page 25 would have a similar type?
Although he was a bit conflicted, Wen Jiaxuan, being a curious young man, decided to explore further. He didn’t want to turn on the lights, and it wasn’t convenient to read here, so he chose to go to the bathroom.
He told himself that he was just curious.
Little did he know that when he got up, Wu Zehao had already opened his eyes and was watching him as he took the magazine to the bathroom.
Omlll pls jia jia you little 😂 wu zehao will definitely trap you into becoming his boyfriend at this rate lmaoo
Has Wu Zehao figured that out…
Ahhhh Wen Jiaxuan 🙈
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Why’s he so silly….. stands in place holding forehead