During this critical moment of life and death, Comrade Wen Jiaxuan’s brain was operating at a speed surpassing that of ordinary days, sorting out the primary and secondary issues at hand within moments.
If Wu Zehao has not seen Zhang Zhitao, the primary question is why he has not reported his safety.
This was originally a minor issue, at most something that could be solved with a spanking, but at this very moment, Zhang Zhitao’s presence has turned this primary problem into a secondary one.
Now, what Wen Jiaxuan needs to explain the most is why Zhang Zhitao was here.
“Boss, how did you come here?”
In any case, throw out a question first, divert their attention, and buy yourself more time for thinking.
However, Wu Zehao did not answer. Instead, he frowned and looked at Zhang Zhitao, asking, “How did you end up here?”
Before Zhang Zhitao could answer, Qian Wuyou asked, “Is this Editor Wu?”
As he spoke, Qian Wuyou stood up and said to Wu Zehao, “Hello, I am…”
“You’re not!” Wen Jiaxuan quickly pushed Qian Wuyou back into his seat.
It was chaotic.
It was like a battlefield.
At this moment, Wen Jiaxuan displayed an unusual calmness. He wore a self-assured smile and blurted out to his boss, “Earlier, when Zhang Zhitao saw a photo of me and my classmate, he fell in love with my classmate at first sight. So now… I’m acting as a go-between for them.”
Qian Wuyou: ?
Zhang Zhitao: .
Wu Zehao, with a blank expression, glanced at the three of them and asked Wen Jiaxuan, “Is your classmate named Qian?”
Wen Jiaxuan shuddered at the back, “How did you know?”
“You mentioned your classmate’s name before.”
Qian Wuyou was a bit puzzled, “What’s wrong with my last name being Qian?”
“It’s nothing.” Wu Zehao walked up, took Wen Jiaxuan’s bag in one hand, and held Wen Jiaxuan’s wrist with the other, leading him outside. “Since you’re acting as a go-between, don’t disturb others.”
“Eh? It’s not…”
Wen Jiaxuan was quickly pulled to the door. He anxiously held onto the private room door and said to Wu Zehao, “No, boss! We can’t let them be alone together!”
“Aren’t you acting as a go-between?” Wu Zehao, with a neutral expression, held onto Wen Jiaxuan’s upper body, moving him away from the door. Then, before closing the private room door, he nodded to Qian Wuyou and said, “Thank you, Boss Qian.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaxuan immediately realized he had been exposed. He indeed wasn’t good at lying.
But now, he couldn’t worry about that because a more pressing issue was before him.
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Wen Jiaxuan thought he had conveyed his message clearly, but in reality, Qian Wuyou inside the private room didn’t hear it clearly. He looked at Zhang Zhitao in a puzzled manner and asked, “What did he say?”
Zhang Zhitao smiled with a gentlemanly demeanor and replied, “He said I’m a good driver with steady driving skills and that I’ll take you for a good ride tomorrow.”
After leaving the hotel, Wu Zehao carried Wen Jiaxuan to the motorcycle and unceremoniously placed a helmet on his head.
Wen Jiaxuan’s neck shrank as the helmet was placed on him. He lifted the front visor and asked, “Boss, how did you find your way here?”
“Did I instruct you to inform me when you went to the hotel?” Wu Zehao mounted the motorcycle. “And why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I forgot, and my phone was in my backpack…” Wen Jiaxuan climbed up with a guilty conscience. “By the way, boss, how did you know I was in that private room?”
“I asked the lobby manager if they had seen a silly kid carrying a backpack.”
“I see.” Wen Jiaxuan obediently lay on Wu Zehao’s back, wearing a silly smile. “Boss, you’re so worried about me.”
“Worrying is justified,” Wu Zehao started the motorcycle. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known about all the tricks you were up to behind my back.”
“…” Wen Jiaxuan’s upturned mouth immediately turned downward.
Wen Jiaxuan hadn’t eaten enough at the hotel, and it happened that Wu Zehao hadn’t eaten either. So, after returning home, they quickly had two bowls of noodles to satisfy their dinner.
After Wen Jiaxuan finished cleaning the kitchen and the dining table, he returned to the living room. Wu Zehao was already sitting comfortably in the center of the three-seater sofa, leisurely watching his iPad.
The three-seater sofa was Wen Jiaxuan’s territory, and Wu Zehao wouldn’t usually sit there.
To put it simply, this three-seater sofa was like Wen Jiaxuan’s bedroom, and it was basic etiquette not to enter someone else’s bedroom without permission.
However, Wu Zehao now openly occupied one-third of Wen Jiaxuan’s “bedroom,” which created significant psychological pressure for Wen Jiaxuan.
He subconsciously wanted to move to the side sofas, but doing so would clearly show that he was feeling guilty. So, he reluctantly sat down next to Wu Zehao and pretended to be nonchalant while picking up the remote control to turn on the TV.
“Is there nothing you want to say to me?” Wu Zehao continued to look at his iPad, not raising his head as he asked.
“Tonight’s travel channel is about Mauritius!” Wen Jiaxuan excitedly increased the TV volume.
Wu Zehao sighed helplessly, put down his iPad, took the remote control, and turned off the TV with Wen Jiaxuan’s pitiful look.
“What’s the deal with your classmate?”
A perfectly innocent question, but Wen Jiaxuan could hear the implied imperative meaning, as if the real message was “tell me the truth.”
He placed his hands nervously on his knees and dared not divert the conversation any further.
“My classmate is the son of the chairman of Q Group.”
“So, you pulled the sponsorship deal with little master?” Wu Zehao asked.
Wen Jiaxuan nodded but immediately shook his head. “I just played the role of matchmaker; the specific details were discussed between Zhang Zhitao and him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I… I wanted to surprise you.”
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t lie; he did intend to surprise Wu Zehao, although that was his initial plan.
“So, when do you plan to give me this surprise?” Wu Zehao asked expressionlessly. “Signing the contract is just a formality, and all the details have already been worked out. Since I coincidentally stumbled upon the scene, why did you lie to me about acting as a matchmaker?”
Wen Jiaxuan knew that his reasoning had flaws, and he hung his head. “I didn’t want you to know…”
“Know what?”
“Qian Wuyou said…” Wen Jiaxuan paused here, considering how to phrase Qian Wuyou’s words more diplomatically.
“What did he say?” Wu Zehao followed up.
Wen Jiaxuan thought for a moment and continued, “He said that without me, the magazine wouldn’t have gotten this sponsorship deal at this price.”
“So, this is a favor he did for you?” Wu Zehao said, “I was wondering where Zhang Zhitao found such good resources.”
Wu Zehao’s tone didn’t show any signs of concern, and Wen Jiaxuan immediately felt relieved. He added casually, “In any case, Qian Wuyou hopes you’ll make the magazine bigger and better, not to let down his goodwill.”
“Well, since he gave such instructions,” Wu Zehao didn’t miss the point, “why didn’t you convey them to me?”
Wen Jiaxuan immediately realized that he had let slip, and he pursed his lips, looking like he wouldn’t say anything. Wu Zehao instantly understood what was going on.
“What else did he say?” Wu Zehao asked.
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t want to answer, but under Wu Zehao’s gaze, he couldn’t hold out for more than three seconds. “He said… he’s involved in poverty alleviation.”
Wu Zehao’s expression remained unchanged, and Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t tell if his boss was angry or not. In any case, he hurriedly added, “He didn’t mean any harm; he’s just naturally sarcastic. Don’t take it to heart.”
“So,” Wu Zehao slowly spoke, “you didn’t tell me because you were afraid I’d be upset?”
“I was afraid you’d be unhappy,” Wen Jiaxuan quickly explained. “You’re so outstanding, and what he’s doing isn’t exactly poverty alleviation; it’s more like an investment.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes were innocent and sincere, and Wu Zehao looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something but held back. After a while, his lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn’t speak.
He ruffled Wen Jiaxuan’s head, then got up and went to the worktable. Wen Jiaxuan cautiously peeked out from behind the sofa and asked, “Boss, are you angry?”
“No.”
A clean and concise response, without any unnecessary elaboration.
However, Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help but feel that the answer lacked warmth; his boss must be upset.
After that, until they went to bed, Wu Zehao didn’t initiate a conversation with Wen Jiaxuan. This only confirmed Wen Jiaxuan’s suspicion.
Wen Jiaxuan tossed and turned on the sofa, blaming himself for being absent-minded and forgetting even the most important thing—reporting his safety. He also blamed himself for not thinking before speaking, which allowed Wu Zehao to realize Qian Wuyou had said something else.
Why was he so foolish?
Wen Jiaxuan bit his small blanket in frustration, but after a while, he couldn’t bear the restlessness any longer and suddenly sat up from the sofa.
No, he couldn’t let his boss stay angry. He had to comfort him.
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t know if Wu Zehao was asleep or not. He tiptoed upstairs, reached Wu Zehao’s bedside, and asked softly, “Boss, are you asleep?”
Wu Zehao kept his eyes closed and didn’t answer. Wen Jiaxuan felt a bit disappointed. He was about to turn and go downstairs when he suddenly heard, “What is it?”
“Boss, you’re not asleep yet!” Wen Jiaxuan excitedly hopped onto Wu Zehao’s bed, crossed his legs, and took on the posture of wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Wu Zehao: “…”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Wu Zehao asked with a headache.
“I don’t want you to be angry tomorrow,” Wen Jiaxuan said with pleading eyes. “Boss, please don’t be angry.”
“I told you I’m not angry.”
Even though he said that, Wu Zehao turned away from Wen Jiaxuan after speaking, and it didn’t look like he wasn’t angry.
“If you’re not angry, then why won’t you talk to me?” Wen Jiaxuan shook Wu Zehao’s shoulder, but there was no response.
“Boss?” Wen Jiaxuan leaned closer and lay on Wu Zehao’s shoulder to see his expression.
“Boss, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry,” Wen Jiaxuan’s tone involuntarily carried a hint of coquettishness.
Wu Zehao, worn down by it all, turned over and pinned the annoying little chick to the bed, propping up half his body with his elbow. He looked at Wen Jiaxuan and said, “I’m really not angry.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” Wen Jiaxuan asked in a pitiful tone.
“I’m thinking about something,” Wu Zehao said and then lay back down, gazing at the ceiling.
Thinking about something? This answer caught Wen Jiaxuan off guard.
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t feel like sitting up, so he simply rolled over and lay on his side. He asked Wu Zehao, “Can you tell me what you’re thinking about?”
Wu Zehao remained silent for a moment and then suddenly asked a strange question, “Do you really want to be a diplomat?”
Wen Jiaxuan found it strange and didn’t immediately understand why Wu Zehao was asking this question at this moment. He instinctively replied, “Yes, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just…” Wu Zehao stared at the ceiling and said as if talking to himself, “You’re so well-behaved, what should I do if I don’t want you to leave?”
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Wu Zehao 😭😭😭
Then make him yours and make it official so he doesn’t leave ><