Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t write with a brush and didn’t even know how to hold one. Wu Zehao couldn’t bear to watch anymore, so he went behind him, adjusted the angle of the pen handle with his left hand, and held Wen Jiaxuan’s hand with his right to teach him the correct posture.
The skin-to-skin contact brought the scene in the bathtub to mind again. Wen Jiaxuan glanced at his boss with a blushing face, unable to exert any strength with his right hand.
“Hold your pen well!” Wu Zehao freed his left hand and flicked Wen Jiaxuan’s head to stop him from being distracted.
“Oh…” Wen Jiaxuan sat up straight and concentrated, and finally learned how to hold the brush.
Light-colored scriptures have already been printed on the scripture template paper provided by the temple, so he only needed to follow the gourd and fill in each word like copying a copybook.
The sutra that Wen Jiaxuan copied was also the Heart Sutra, and he copied it even slower than Wu Zehao. By the time he finished copying this short sutra, it was already close to eleven o’clock.
Strangely enough, when Wen Jiaxuan first started copying, he was still in a very impetuous mood, and his mind was filled with Wu Zehao’s majestic “eagle” and that inexplicable deep kiss. But when he copied the sentence “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form”, his mood suddenly became subtle.
“Boss, it says color means nothing,” Wen Jiaxuan raised his head and looked at Wu Zehao, “Do you want to tell me this?”
“…No.” Wu Zehao held the computer to process the pictures without looking away from the screen. “‘Color’ refers to all substances in the world, not what you think.”
“I see.” Wen Jiaxuan nodded thoughtfully and continued copying.
Concentrating on one thing can make people calm. By the time Wen Jiaxuan finished copying, his mood had completely calmed down, and he no longer kept thinking when facing Wu Zehao.
After turning off the light and lying on the quilt, Wen Jiaxuan picked up his phone and checked his unread messages. However, as soon as he opened WeChat, he immediately got up from the quilt.
“Boss, boss.” Wen Jiaxuan vigorously shook Wu Zehao who was sitting on the mattress next to him, “My brother is coming to H City on a business trip!”
“What’s wrong with the business trip?” Wu Zehao’s voice was tired.
“Just…” Wen Jiaxuan always felt a little uneasy, “My brother loves me very much. What if he finds me sleeping on the sofa and asks me to go back?”
After hearing the word “go back”, Wu Zehao did not answer immediately. Wen Jiaxuan said as if talking to himself: “Also, I have worked for a month without earning a penny, so he will definitely say that I…”
“Do you want to go back?” Wu Zehao suddenly interrupted.
“I don’t want to.” Wen Jiaxuan quickly shook his head.
How nice it was to be around Wu Zehao. There was someone cooking every day, and there were even employee benefits for traveling abroad.
“Then don’t worry.” Wu Zehao turned over and turned his back to Wen Jiaxuan, “I won’t let others take you away.”
The temple was already quiet at night, and amidst complete silence, the sound of drums began to echo from somewhere.
Wen Jiaxuan listened for a long time before realizing that it was his own heartbeat.
He quickly turned over and covered his head with the quilt, fearing that Wu Zehao would notice something was wrong with him.
Wen Yiran came to H City for a business trip on the weekend after Wen Jiaxuan and Wu Zehao returned from Japan. He took care of his work matters on Saturday afternoon, made an appointment with Wen Jiaxuan for dinner on Saturday night, and planned to return to P City the next day.
The two of them decided to eat near the hotel where Wen Yiran was staying.
At first, Wen Yiran had planned to arrange the meeting at Wen Jiaxuan’s location. However, Wen Jiaxuan insisted that he didn’t want Wen Yiran to go through too much trouble, considering the travel involved, so he decided to go and find Wen Jiaxuan himself. Wen Yiran didn’t press the matter any further.
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Of course, being concerned about his brother’s well-being was one aspect, but if he must say…
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The last time he met Wen Yiran was half a year ago, so when Wen Jiaxuan saw the familiar figure at the door of the hotel, his uneasiness was directly forgotten by him, and he rushed forward and pushed Wen Yiran away. Then he threw his arms full: “Brother!”
Wen Yiran reluctantly pushed Wen Jiaxuan’s shoulders away: “You are still like a child at such a big age.”
Wen Yiran was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slim build. He was wearing a crisp suit. He looked like a social elite.
On the other hand, Wen Jiaxuan still looks the same as he did in college after working for a month.
“I am just a child in front of my brother.” Wen Jiaxuan chuckled.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat something delicious.” Wen Yiran rubbed Wen Jiaxuan’s head lovingly and led him into the restaurant.
While Wen Yiran was ordering, Wen Jiaxuan consciously reported the itinerary to Wu Zehao.
[++: Boss, I’m at the hotel]
However, it wasn’t until Wen Yiran finished ordering that Wu Zehao responded with a single word.
[Stinky Boss: Okay]
Wen Jiaxuan curled his lips and covered his phone on the table, not wanting to talk to Wu Zehao anymore.
“How was work?” Wen Yiran returned the menu to the waiter and asked straight to the point.
“It’s pretty good.” Wen Jiaxuan held up the tea cup and blew in the hot air. He knew that Wen Yiran would definitely ask, so he was not particularly panicked.
“Do you have any thoughts?” Wen Yiran asked, “I thought newcomers to the workforce like you might find it challenging to adapt.”
“I’m not finding it challenging at all,” Wen Jiaxuan sincerely shook his head, “Because my boss is really nice.”
“Oh?” Wen Yiran became interested. “What makes him so nice?”
“He… he taught me how to write articles.” Wen Jiaxuan didn’t dare to say that his boss cooked for him every day.
“Dad can also teach you.” Wen Yiran said nonchalantly, “If you want to practice your ability to write articles, you might as well go to dad’s publishing house.”
“That’s different. Dad doesn’t have time to take care of me.” Wen Jiaxuan said disapprovingly, “My boss taught me step by step and corrected my articles. He did a great job.”
“So powerful? Aren’t you just the editor-in-chief of a travel magazine?” Wen Yiran said casually.
Wen Jiaxuan’s father, Wen Hua, was the editor-in-chief of a publishing house. Compared with Wen Hua, Wu Zehao was really nothing special.
However, Wen Jiaxuan wasn’t pleased. He put down his teacup with a thud and said discontentedly, “Bro, do you know how tough it is to work for a travel magazine? When we go out on a trip, it’s non-stop work from morning to night. To capture a good photo, we might need to take dozens or even hundreds of shots at the same location. After coming back, there’s still a ton of photo editing and writing articles to be done. It’s not as easy as it seems.”
Wen Jiaxuan said something loudly, which surprised Wen Yiran a little.
“You’re defending him like this?” Wen Yiran chuckled. “Who is really your brother here?”
“Anyway, it’s not right to underestimate him,” Wen Jiaxuan said with an awkward expression.
“Well, can I apologize then?” Wen Yiran continued to be accommodating towards Wen Jiaxuan as always.
“That should do it,” Wen Jiaxuan picked up his tea cup again, blowing on it to cool it down.
The food service in the hotel was fast enough, and all the dishes ordered were served in a short time. Wen Yiran and Wen Jiaxuan chatted about the situation at home, and then returned to Wen Jiaxuan’s work.
“Speaking of which, how much salary do you get every month?” Wen Yiran asked.
Wen Jiaxuan’s hand holding the meat slices shook, and the meat fell back onto the plate. He pretended to be calm while picking up the meat and said: “Not much, because it includes food and accommodation.”
“That’s good to hear,” Wen Yiran added another piece of meat to Wen Jiaxuan’s bowl and continued, “Do you stay in the employee dormitory?”
Oops.
Alarm bells blared in Wen Jiaxuan’s mind.
He must not let his brother find out that he was sleeping on the sofa.
“Yeah.” Wen Jiaxuan looked guiltily into the bowl, “It’s next to the company’s office address.”
“That’s quite convenient for work,” Wen Yiran said. “But when you’re at home alone, make sure to lock the door. Living with others can be a bit unsafe.”
Wen Jiaxuan thought to himself, wondering where Wen Yiran got the idea of a door; the sofa was his territory.
“By the way, has the company provided you with social insurance and housing fund?” Wen Yiran asked again.
Wen Jiaxuan was a little overwhelmed by the question. He was afraid of revealing his secret, so he took a sip of tea, stood up and said, “Brother, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Well, you go ahead.”
Wen Jiaxuan trotted to the bathroom, took out his cell phone and called Wu Zehao as if asking for help.
“Boss, my brother is asking about social insurance and housing fund. Have you arranged it for me?” Wen Jiaxuan inquired.
“You’re going to stay here for three months only; there’s no need for social insurance and housing fund,” Wu Zehao replied.
“Oh, okay.”
With a better understanding, Wen Jiaxuan hung up the phone and returned to the private room. As he sat down, he said, “I’ll be back in P City in early October, and the company hasn’t provided me with social insurance and housing fund.”
Wen Yiran nodded thoughtfully: “That’s understandable.”
“Brother, are you going back tomorrow?” Wen Jiaxuan quickly changed the subject.
“My flight is at ten tomorrow morning,” Wen Yiran said, then suddenly put down his chopsticks and told Wen Jiaxuan, “I’m still a bit worried about you being alone out here. Take me to your dorm and show me your workplace.”
Wen Jiaxuan was immediately frightened and sat up straight: “No!”
“What’s that reaction?” Wen Yiran frowned, sensing that something wasn’t quite right.
Wen Jiaxuan blinked, straightened his expression and said, “Brother, aren’t you tired? It’s so troublesome to go back and forth to my place.”
“No trouble.” Wen Yiran took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, “I’ll feel relieved after seeing it with my own eyes.”
“But……”
“What’s going on with you?” Wen Yiran’s frown deepened. “Are you keeping something from me?”
Wen Jiaxuan was not good at lying, and he didn’t want to lie in the first place, so he had to slump his shoulders and confess honestly: “I actually live in the boss’s house…”
“And then?” Wen Yiran asked, pressing for more details.
“Well… you see, my boss’s house is one of those loft-style apartments with two floors… so…” Wen Jiaxuan hesitated.
“Get to the point,” Wen Yiran urged.
“…I’ve been sleeping on the sofa,” Wen Jiaxuan said weakly.
“You’ve been sleeping on the sofa for a month?” Wen Yiran’s eyes widened, finding it absurd. “You’re working for a company that provides board and lodging, and they make you sleep on a sofa? What kind of messy company is this?”
“It’s not like that, brother, let me explain, my boss is actually very kind…”
“He’s kind and he makes you sleep on a sofa? What kind of boss is that?” Wen Yiran’s voice escalated, and he rarely got angry like this. “If I didn’t come, would you have slept on that sofa for two more months? Our family can provide you with good food and accommodation, even arrange your work, and yet you insist on going to sleep on someone else’s sofa. What are you thinking?”
Wen Yiran usually spoiled Wen Jiaxuan, and it was rare for him to be this angry.
Wen Jiaxuan shrank his shoulders and didn’t dare to speak. He could only listen as Wen Yiran continued, “Where does your boss live? Take me there.”
“W-What are you going to do…” Wen Jiaxuan whispered, “Sleeping on that sofa isn’t that uncomfortable.”
“Wen Jiaxuan!”
Wen Jiaxuan was startled by the scolding, and he didn’t dare to say more. He could only say, “I’ll call my boss and let him know.”
“Hurry up!” Wen Yiran said and grabbed a teacup, pouring himself a glass of water, clearly furious.
Outside the private room, Wen Jiaxuan dialed Wu Zehao’s number with a nervous heart. “Boss, my brother found out that I’ve been sleeping on the sofa, and he’s angry. What should I do?”
“What did he say?” Wu Zehao asked calmly.
“He seems to think… you’re mistreating me,” Wen Jiaxuan replied.
“And then?” Wu Zehao’s tone remained unchanged. “What does he mean?”
“I don’t know,” Wen Jiaxuan felt uncertain, “but it seems like he wants me to come back.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Anxiously, Wen Jiaxuan asked, “What should I do, Boss?”
This time, Wu Zehao’s response was concise and cold, “Leave it to me.”
Better treat him well from now on Wu Zhehao!!
Better show what good boyfriend, I mean boss, you are to your Jiajia, Wu Zehao!
He’s probably gonna say jiajia and him have been sleeping on the same bed which is ofc even more worse for wen brother 😂