Today, Wu Zehao woke up late, and Wen Jiaxuan took the initiative to make lunch.
He reheated the leftover vegetables from yesterday and fried a can of luncheon meat. He also made tomato and egg soup.
Wu Zehao ate silently, and Wen Jiaxuan didn’t know whether what he had made was delicious or not.
The only sound on the dining table was the clinking of utensils, and the atmosphere between the two seemed to have frozen.
Wen Jia felt really uncomfortable with this atmosphere, and he asked cautiously, “Boss, why did you wake up so late today?”
Wu Zehao glanced at him expressionlessly and replied, “I went to bed at 6 AM.”
Wen Jiaxuan was surprised: “So late? What did you do last night?”
“What did I do?” Wu Zehao repeated Wen Jiaxuan’s question in a calm and emotionless tone, then set down his utensils. “Do you remember what happened last night?”
Wen Jiaxuan’s neck tightened, “I think… I didn’t want to walk, I asked you to carry me upstairs.”
“Not carry, but hold,” Wu Zehao corrected calmly. “I helped you undress and clean up, and then I carried you to bed.”
“Oh, I see,” Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t tell if Wu Zehao was angry or not, so he apologized, “I’m sorry, boss, for causing you trouble again.”
“Heh,” Wu Zehao chuckled gently. “It’s not a trouble at all.”
Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help but swallow nervously; he had a feeling that Wu Zehao was hinting at something more.
“So, should I just go to sleep now?” Wen Jiaxuan asked again.
“Yeah, you fell asleep, sleeping soundly,” Wu Zehao replied calmly.
Well, that’s good.
Wen Jiaxuan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a piece of luncheon meat, took a bite, and relaxed his tone. “So, why did you sleep so late at 6 AM?”
Wu Zehao didn’t answer immediately. He grabbed a tissue, wiped his mouth meticulously, and then suddenly asked, “Do you really like my abs?”
Cough
Wen Jiaxuan almost choked on the luncheon meat. He swallowed the food in his mouth and asked with an embarrassed look, “Why are you asking like this?”
Wu Zehao replied, “I was lying down peacefully, and you always reach into my clothes and touch my belly.”
Wen Jiaxuan had no recollection at all. He whispered, “I don’t remember…”
Wu Zehao didn’t pursue this matter and continued to ask, “Is it uncomfortable for you to sleep if there isn’t something between your legs?”
Wen Jiaxuan tucked his hands behind the bowl and didn’t dare to move. He asked, “Y-yes, is it that I was holding onto you?”
“Your legs,” Wu Zehao paused, “haven’t left my body all night.”
Wen Jiaxuan dared not say a word, but Wu Zehao didn’t stop and asked again, “What does ‘eagle’ mean?”
“Ah?” Wen Jiaxuan was startled.
“Saying ‘I want to see an eagle’ in the middle of the night in your sleep, what does it mean?”
Wen Jiaxuan immediately blushed, and seeing him like this, Wu Zehao sighed and said, “It seems my guess was right.”
“What do you mean?” Wen Jiaxuan asked nervously.
“Saying things in your sleep and touching my ‘ding ding’ at the same time, which one do you think it is?”
“I-I do that?!”
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“If you like my ‘ding ding,’ you can just tell me,” Wu Zehao said nonchalantly, as if he were talking about the most ordinary thing in daily life, “whether you want to eat it or ride it, it’s up to you.”
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Clearly, last time, he carried him down.
“I’ve figured it out. It’s no use doing it this way,” Wu Zehao said indifferently, “Treating the symptoms won’t cure the root cause.”
Is his boss testing his self-control?
Wen Jiaxuan bit his chopsticks and looked at the heavy dark circles under Wu Zehao’s eyes, suddenly feeling sorry for his boss.
But on second thought, he really didn’t do it on purpose.
“So, boss, are you still mad at me?” Wen Jiaxuan asked.
“I’m not angry. There wasn’t much to be angry about in the first place, and besides…” Wu Zehao paused for a moment. “Just now, Zhang Zhitao told me some good news. A major sponsor is interested in our magazine.”
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t respond. He knew it was the Q Group, the company owned by Qian Wuyou’s family. He silently looked at Wu Zehao, recalling the phone call between Wu Zehao and Qian Wuyou earlier in the morning when Wu Zehao hadn’t yet woken up.
“The details have already been worked out. I’ll fly over on Friday when I have some free time, and I’ll check in on you,” Qian Wuyou said.
“Great,” Wen Jiaxuan said happily. “I have a lot of questions I want to ask you.”
Wen Jiaxuan had wanted to ask Qian Wuyou about some “zero” foundation questions before, but Qian Wuyou had been too lazy to pay attention to him. Now, he finally had the chance.
“But I want to tell you,” Qian Wuyou suddenly said, “if it weren’t for you, their magazine wouldn’t have gotten this price.”
Wen Jiaxuan was taken aback. “What price?”
“Our company’s staff evaluated ZeYou Travel, and they provided a price range. I raised the upper limit by 20%,” Qian Wuyou paused for a moment. “I initially wanted to raise it by 50%, but my dad vetoed it.”
“Qian Wuyou, you’re truly the best,” Wen Jiaxuan said with tears in his eyes.
“Don’t be silly. I’m also doing this because you paid me back on time.”
Qian Wuyou didn’t really need that thousand yuan. Wen Jiaxuan knew he was just saying it, but deep down, he still considered him a friend.
“I’m telling you this not because I want you to thank me,” Qian Wuyou continued, “but because I want you to tell your boss that he doesn’t deserve this money. I’ll consider it as a form of poverty alleviation. I want him to focus on making the magazine bigger and stronger, not waste my good intentions.”
“Oh…”
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaxuan’s initial joy was instantly extinguished. He had originally wanted to surprise Wu Zehao after everything was settled, but he couldn’t bring himself to say words like “undeserving” and “poverty alleviation.”
So, after much hesitation, he contacted Zhang Zhitao and asked him not to reveal the connection between him and Qian Wuyou. He didn’t want Wu Zehao to feel like he was receiving charity.
“I say, Xiaojiaxuan, are you stupid?” Zhang Zhitao said speechlessly. “If you don’t say anything, how will he know about your kindness?”
“No, don’t,” Wen Jiaxuan insisted. “He would be unhappy if he found out.”
“Well, it’s up to you,” Zhang Zhitao said indifferently. “I didn’t invite him to sign the contract. I’ll be signing it with Qian Wuyou alone. Do you want to come?”
“Can I come?”
“Sure, come over. Originally, signing the contract is just a formality. We can have a meal together.”
As the flashback ended, Wen Jiaxuan quietly ate his meal without asking Wu Zehao about the major sponsor.
Time quickly passed, and it was Friday of that week. Qian Wuyou’s plane arrived in H City at around four in the afternoon. Wen Jiaxuan secretly made plans with Zhang Zhitao to pick him up. Although he didn’t want to keep it a secret from Wu Zehao, he felt more at ease knowing that he was doing it for the sake of his boss.
“Boss, I’m going out to pick up my classmate,” Wen Jiaxuan said, grabbing his backpack straps and pretending casually in front of Wu Zehao, who was sitting at the desk.
“You’re going to have dinner at XX Hotel, right?” Wu Zehao confirmed once again.
“Yeah, my classmate is staying there.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s reason for going out was that his college classmate had come to H City for business, and they wanted to meet up. This part wasn’t a lie to Wu Zehao.
“Do you remember what I told you?” Wu Zehao asked again.
“I’ll let you know after we reach the hotel,” Wen Jiaxuan blinked and said, “I have to be back home before ten.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
Wen Jiaxuan quickly slipped out of the neighborhood and got into the car that Zhang Zhitao had been waiting for at the entrance.
It took about an hour and a half to drive from the city center to the airport. The two of them arrived at the airport’s arrival hall on time and waited for about ten minutes before Qian Wuyou came out with a small business suitcase from the passage.
Wen Jiaxuan hadn’t seen Qian Wuyou for only about a month and a half, but when he saw him again, he almost didn’t recognize him.
“Is that Qian Wuyou?” Zhang Zhitao nudged Wen Jiaxuan with his elbow, his eyes fixed on Qian Wuyou.
Qian Wuyou was around 1.78 meters tall and was dressed in a well-tailored light gray suit. He had replaced his frameless glasses from his student days with a pair of gold-framed glasses. His every movement and gesture exuded the aura of a young aristocrat.
As he walked toward the two of them, he checked his wristwatch and nodded to Zhang Zhitao. “Hello, Mr. Zhang.”
“Hello.”
Wen Jiaxuan circled around Qian Wuyou and said with a sense of unease, “Why have you become so sophisticated… I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Qian Wuyou raised an eyebrow at Wen Jiaxuan and looked him up and down. “We’re all working now, and yet you still act like you’re in school.”
Wen Jiaxuan shrugged, unable to argue with Qian Wuyou.
After the three of them got into Zhang Zhitao’s car, Wen Jiaxuan and Qian Wuyou chatted about their classmates’ recent lives in the back seat. After a while, Zhang Zhitao asked in a seemingly random way, “Does Mr. Qian usually return to P City on Sundays?”
“Yes, I’ll be in H City tomorrow,” Qian Wuyou replied.
“Do you need a driver?” Zhang Zhitao asked. “A driver who can also be your tour guide. I happen to be free tomorrow.”
“Huh?” Wen Jiaxuan leaned forward from the back seat and asked, “Isn’t the weekend the busiest time for your bar?”
“What’s busy? I’m the boss, and I can decide whether it’s busy or not.”
“Oh…” Wen Jiaxuan leaned back and rested against the seat again. “So, should we bring him?”
“Isn’t this a bit inconvenient, Mr. Zhang? It’s quite troublesome,” Qian Wuyou said.
“Not at all, Qian has helped our magazine a lot. It’s only right,” Zhang Zhitao replied.
“How about we postpone it to tomorrow?” Wen Jiaxuan thought for a moment and said, “We haven’t decided where to go yet, and if it’s not too far, we can avoid troubling him.”
Zhang Zhitao: “…”
Qian Wuyou: “That makes sense.”
Zhang Zhitao: “…” Trying to maintain a smile.
Qian Wuyou’s hotel was in the city center, less than half an hour’s drive from Wu Zehao’s house.
Since Qian Wuyou had come directly from work and was still wearing a formal suit, he went upstairs to leave his luggage and change clothes first. Meanwhile, Wen Jiaxuan and Zhang Zhitao went to the hotel’s private room to wait for him.
As soon as they sat down, Zhang Zhitao cut to the chase and asked, “Xiao Jiaxuan, is your friend gay?”
Wen Jiaxuan was startled, “How did you know?”
Zhang Zhitao said, “My gaydar went off the moment I saw him.”
Wen Jiaxuan had a puzzled expression, “Is there really such a thing?”
Without explaining further, Zhang Zhitao asked, “Does he have a boyfriend?”
“Not before, I don’t know about now…” Wen Jiaxuan recalled for a moment, then suddenly realized something and widened his eyes, “Are you planning to pursue him?”
“Not pursue, just want to sleep with him.”
“No way!” Wen Jiaxuan immediately frowned and said seriously, “You’re not allowed to make a move on him!”
“What’s with your reaction?” Zhang Zhitao looked puzzled, “How do you know he wouldn’t be interested?”
“How could he be interested?” Wen Jiaxuan scoffed, “He’s not your type at all!”
“I feel like you have some strong opinions about me,” Zhang Zhitao said, looking puzzled.
“Someone as irresponsible as you is not worthy of him!”
At that moment, the private room’s door was pushed open, and Qian Wuyou, now dressed in casual attire, walked in with a relaxed demeanor, saying, “What are you all talking about?”
Wen Jiaxuan immediately said, “Tomorrow, I’ll take you out for fun, and we won’t bring… uh, let go of me!”
“We were discussing work,” Zhang Zhitao smiled and held Wen Jiaxuan’s neck firmly, warning him not to speak out of turn.
Qian Wuyou sat down beside Wen Jiaxuan and said to Zhang Zhitao, “I’ve brought the contract. Have you brought the seal? Let’s sign it right away.”
“Sure, no problem,” Zhang Zhitao released Wen Jiaxuan and took out the contract and seal.
They discussed work-related matters while Wen Jiaxuan sat in the middle, unable to participate in the conversation. However, he couldn’t help but keep a close eye on Zhang Zhitao’s hands, fearing he might take advantage of Qian Wuyou during the contract exchange.
After signing the contract, the ordered dishes arrived. Qian Wuyou and Zhang Zhitao continued discussing work, and Wen Jiaxuan could only sit quietly. But before long, Qian Wuyou suddenly mentioned Wu Zehao.
“Why didn’t your boss come today?” Qian Wuyou asked.
Wen Jiaxuan was about to answer when Zhang Zhitao took the initiative to respond, “I’m responsible for this section; he mainly handles the content.”
“I see.”
They then went back to discussing work, and Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t get a word in. However, this time he couldn’t focus on Zhang Zhitao because he felt like he had forgotten something important.
Seems like he forgot something important.
Something very, very important.
After a while, Wen Jiaxuan suddenly shivered and quickly took out his phone from his backpack.
Because he was wearing shorts with shallow pockets, he kept his phone in his backpack to prevent it from falling out.
He lit up the screen and saw seven missed calls.
Wen Jiaxuan suddenly felt like a sword was hanging over his neck. He quickly stood up, wanting to go outside to return the calls. However, at that moment, the private room’s door was pushed open by someone.
Wen Jiaxuan quickly recognized the person and was immediately petrified.
“Bo… Boss…?!”
He was in big trouble.
Wen Jiaxuan said to himself.
Ahhh Wen Jiaxuan 😭😭
Oh no, Jiajia. 😭😂😭
Uh oh, busted~ 😶
😁😁