Ding—
The elevator emitted a piercing beep, jolting the drowsy Zhang Zhitao curled up in the corner against the wall.
“Who’s there? What are you doing here?” A person in a security guard uniform walked out of the elevator, cautiously scrutinizing Zhang Zhitao and the suitcase beside him.
Zhang Zhitao yawned, sat up straight, and then pointed with his thumb at the sturdy anti-theft door behind him, saying, “My wife kicked me out.”
“Even if you’re kicked out, you can’t sleep in the hallway.” The security guard said sternly, “If other residents see this, they might think some suspicious person has entered our community.”
“Brother, I have no choice.” Zhang Zhitao stood up, stretched his sore back from sleeping, “I haven’t had dinner, and it’s already midnight. He still won’t let me in.”
“Step aside, let me talk to her.” The security guard pushed Zhang Zhitao’s suitcase to the side and knocked on Qian Wuyou’s door, “This resident, you can’t leave things in the hallway. Hurry and bring your belongings inside.”
Zhang Zhitao, on the side just enjoying the spectacle, echoed, “Exactly, exactly. We can’t occupy public space.”
After a while, Qian Wuyou, dressed in a silky robe with a sleep mask on her forehead, opened the door with an annoyed expression, asking, “What’s all this noise about?”
The security guard paused, pointing at Qian Wuyou, and asked Zhang Zhitao, “Who is this? Where’s your wife?”
Zhang Zhitao didn’t respond to the security guard. Instead, he looked at Qian Wuyou pitifully and said, “President Qian, I was wrong. Please let me in.”
Qian Wuyou pretended to close the door, but the diligent security guard quickly used his toe to block it. He said to Qian Wuyou, “Wait a moment. Do you know this person?”
Zhang Zhitao: “Of course.”
Qian Wuyou: “I don’t know him.”
After all, Qian Wuyou was the homeowner and held more weight in the eyes of the security guard. The security guard withdrew his toe, scrutinized Zhang Zhitao, and took out his phone, saying, “In that case, I’ll have to call the police.”
“President Qian,” Zhang Zhitao anxiously held the door, “let’s talk it out. You have to make it clear to me.”
Up to this point, Zhang Zhitao had no idea what he had done to upset Qian Wuyou.
They used to have video calls for their nightly activities, all happily. He even adjusted his work schedule to match Qian Wuyou’s, but starting from a few days ago, Qian Wuyou suddenly ignored him.
“What did you do without any conscience?” Qian Wuyou frowned.
“What did I do? Just because I called you ‘baby’?” Zhang Zhitao genuinely felt innocent. “I was wrong. Can’t I call you ‘daddy’ instead?”
The security guard’s finger hesitated over the button, displaying a complex expression on his face.
“Don’t talk nonsense.” Qian Wuyou glanced at the security guard with concern. “From where you came, go back there. In the future, don’t contact me for anything unrelated to work.”
“If you don’t make it clear, I won’t leave.” Zhang Zhitao looked like he was determined to stay, “I’ll say whatever I want at the police station.”
Qian Wuyou widened his eyes and warned, “Dare you!”
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Zhang Zhitao gave a thumbs-up to the security guard, then put on a pitiful expression, dragging his suitcase into Qian Wuyou’s home.
The decoration of Qian Wuyou’s home was dominated by gray-brown tones, looking simple and not cumbersome, just like Qian Wuyou himself.
After closing the door, Zhang Zhitao quickly kicked off his shoes, took a few steps forward, and grabbed Qian Wuyou’s wrist, saying, “President Qian, just tell me directly if there’s anything that makes you unhappy.”
Qian Wuyou withdrew his wrist from Zhang Zhitao’s grip, impatiently saying, “Sleep here tonight, and leave tomorrow morning.”
“Um… whether I leave or not is tomorrow’s business,” Zhang Zhitao self-consciously embraced Qian Wuyou’s waist and moved his lips closer. “Let’s sleep tonight and talk about it tomorrow.”
Qian Wuyou pushed away Zhang Zhitao’s head, his face darkening. “I asked you to sleep on the sofa, not with me!”
“Dear President Qian…” Zhang Zhitao still tightly hugged Qian Wuyou’s waist. He turned his head and licked the palm of Qian Wuyou’s hand. “Didn’t we agree to have a great time after meeting? ”
Previously, during most of their video sex sessions, they would talk about various explicit things they would do when they met in person. However, reality never lived up to their imaginations, and now Qian Wuyou didn’t even let him get close.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Qian Wuyou stomped on Zhang Zhitao’s foot, pushing him away. “There are so many handsome guys in your bar. Do whatever you want with them.”
Hearing this, Zhang Zhitao was stunned for a moment, only then realizing the group photo he posted on his social media. He quickly caught up with Qian Wuyou’s pace toward the bedroom, explaining, “I didn’t do anything with that person. It was just a casual photo.”
Qian Wuyou snorted coldly. “Who believes that?”
“Wait, wait,” Zhang Zhitao grabbed Qian Wuyou’s elbow, not letting him close the bedroom door. “The photo in my social media was just a random shot. I really didn’t do anything with that person.”
“Get lost.” Qian Wuyou broke free from Zhang Zhitao’s restraint and walked into the bedroom. “I’m going to sleep.”
“President Qian, no, Wuyou…” Zhang Zhitao held onto the bedroom door, preventing Qian Wuyou from closing it. “Are you mad because I have other… partners?”
In fact, if you thought deeply about this sentence, you could infer that Zhang Zhitao also considered Qian Wuyou as a partner. However, Qian Wuyou was already angry and didn’t catch this nuance.
“I don’t care how many partners you have. I said I want to sleep,” Qian Wuyou frowned. “Let go.”
“Then let’s sleep together.” After understanding why Qian Wuyou was angry, Zhang Zhitao gained confidence. He effortlessly pushed the door open and lifted Qian Wuyou, tossing him onto the bed. “Think about who caused me to endure for so long.”
“Mr. Zhang, did I agree to get into bed with you? Get the hell away from me… uh… don’t touch me…”
As the saying goes, there’s nothing that can’t be solved by having sex. If there is, then have sex again.
Zhang Zhitao lingered at Qian Wuyou’s place for a week, but since Qian Wuyou had to work during the day, they could only be together at night.
Eventually, there was indeed something that Zhang Zhitao needed to personally handle in H City, so he flew back from P City.
Afterward, the two resumed their pattern of having video sex. The gay community in H City spread rumors about the owner of Heartbeat Bar, Zhang Zhitao, falling under someone’s spell. He had transformed from the former prince of the nightlife into a good boyfriend who returned home on time. However, every time someone asked Zhang Zhitao about this, he denied it, claiming to be single.
Until one day, a handsome young man came to the bar. After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhitao and the guy exchanged glances, touched hands and shoulders, and before long, they went to the bar’s restroom.
However, after they actually kissed, Zhang Zhitao felt like something was missing.
It just didn’t feel right.
When Qian Wuyou kissed him, he liked to gently bite Zhang Zhitao’s tongue, keeping his eyes slightly open, staring at him seductively. It felt intoxicating, similar to the effect of strong liquor.
“Wait, wait.” Zhang Zhitao pushed the handsome guy away. “Try biting me.”
“Sure.” The guy willingly “bite.”
“No,” Zhang Zhitao stopped the guy’s hand from reaching down. “I mean, bite my tongue.”
“?” The guy was puzzled for a moment but followed Zhang Zhitao’s request.
Two seconds later.
“Damn, are you trying to bite me to death?” Zhang Zhitao abruptly pushed the guy away, his face full of displeasure.
The guy was not having it and fired back, “Are you sick? You’ve been groping around for so long, and it’s still soft. Can you even perform?”
“What, I can’t?” Men are sensitive about their abilities, and Zhang Zhitao was immediately provoked, feeling the urge to give the person in front of him a good beating. However, he quickly realized…
He seemed really incapable.
Without any sensation at all.
“You’re terrible at it.” Zhang Zhitao awkwardly found an excuse, kicked open the compartment door, and walked out without looking back. “I’m not interested.”
This was the first time, after so many battles on the battlefield, that Zhang Zhitao had fled from the front line.
He didn’t stay at the bar for long and went straight back home. Even though it wasn’t yet the agreed time with Qian Wuyou, he couldn’t wait and immediately made a video call to Qian Wuyou.
“What’s up? Why so early today?” Qian Wuyou asked.
“Wuyou, let me see my little darling quickly.” Zhang Zhitao pleaded pitifully. “I can’t wait.”
“I haven’t taken a shower yet,” Qian Wuyou replied.
“Then let’s shower together.”
…
After initiating the video call, Zhang Zhitao lay emptily on the large bed, gazing blankly at the ceiling.
In the intense “solo performance” just now, he wished he could immediately buy a plane ticket and fly to Qian Wuyou’s place, engaging in a passionate battle with his big darling for three hundred rounds.
Although he had dispelled that thought during the post-relief sage time, upon careful consideration, he realized that he couldn’t wait to see Qian Wuyou every day.
He resisted this fact vehemently, even though it was glaringly evident at this moment, and he still refused to acknowledge it.
Recalling the recent flirting with other guys, he realized that subconsciously, he wanted to prove to himself that he wasn’t exclusively tied to Qian Wuyou.
Yet, reality often slaps one in the face, and in his attempt to prove ‘b,’ he ended up proving the complete opposite, ‘q’—
He really was exclusive to Qian Wuyou.
This conclusion made him feel overwhelmingly anxious, as all the sincere efforts he had invested seemed to have gone down the drain, and he didn’t want to experience such a situation again.
The next day.
[Big Darling: Video call canceled]
[Big Darling: Where are you?]
The third day.
[Big Darling: Zhang Zhitao, where are you?]
The fourth day…
The fifth day…
The sixth day…
[Big Darling: If you want to break up, just say it. What does not replying to messages mean???]
[Big Darling: If you want to break up, then break up. Don’t fucking come looking for me again.]
Zhang Zhitao sat in the corner of the bar, staring at the screen with the word “breakup,” feeling uncomfortable as he chugged down beer.
“What the hell are you doing?” Suddenly, Wen Jiaxuan appeared out of nowhere, snatching Zhang Zhitao’s beer glass, “Why aren’t you replying to Boss Qian’s messages?”
…
Several hours later.
“Hey, why were you kicked out again?” The security guard looked at Zhang Zhitao sleeping on the floor with a speechless expression. Seeing no response, he nudged him with his toe, “Wake up, go back to your room if you want to sleep.”
In fact, Zhang Zhitao wasn’t asleep. He glanced at the security guard impatiently and said, “You don’t understand. I’m reflecting.”
It’s a good thing that Mr. Zhang here has improved!
President Qian has zhang zhitao wrapped around his little finger 😌