“Reflecting on what?” the security guard asked, bending slightly.
“Speak more quietly,” Zhang Zhitao replied off-topic. “My wife doesn’t know I’m here. Don’t disturb him.”
The security guard nodded thoughtfully, crossed his hands behind his back, and said, “Okay.”
The next moment, he knocked on Qian Wuyou’s door, saying, “This homeowner, your guest can’t sleep in the hallway. Please take your guest back inside.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Zhang Zhitao stood up from the floor, still smelling of alcohol. “I’ll sue you! Do you believe it or not!”
“Go ahead, sue me,” the security guard continued knocking on the door. “I actually think my supervisor might give me a small red pocket for this.”
“Don’t fucking knock again!” Zhang Zhitao positioned his body in a wide stance, guarding Qian Wuyou’s door. “What if you wake up my wife?”
Just at that moment, with a “clatter,” the front door opened.
Zhang Zhitao’s entire body leaned against the door, and as soon as it opened, he stumbled forward, hanging onto Qian Wuyou.
“Wife, you’re awake…” The 6’2” Zhang Zhitao embraced the 5’10” Qian Wuyou tightly. “I miss you so much, hiccup.”
Qian Wuyou looked at the tall, dirty, and smelly figure clinging to him, frowned, and asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to apologize…” Zhang Zhitao buried his face in Qian Wuyou’s neck and murmured, “Wife, you smell so good.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.” The security guard looked at the two with an indescribable expression. “What a world we live in.”
Qian Wuyou, expressionless, decisively closed the door.
After giving Zhang Zhitao a bath, Qian Wuyou sat on the gray linen sofa, arms crossed, legs crossed, looking down at Zhang Zhitao from a higher position and asked, “Why are you talking while kneeling?”
“I was wrong, Wuyou.” Zhang Zhitao honestly placed his hands on his knees. “I didn’t know it was your first time.”
“First time for what?” Qian Wuyou still hadn’t figured out the situation.
“The time in the hotel,” Zhang Zhitao explained. “I didn’t know if I was your only man.”
Qian Wuyou’s eye twitched, and he patiently took a deep breath. “What exactly are you trying to say?”
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“…Ah?” Zhang Zhitao was confused, but he quickly added, “Even if he didn’t tell you, I would tell you anyway. In short, I… couldn’t get it up.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t get it up, so you didn’t do it?” Qian Wuyou asked.
Zhang Zhitao nodded hurriedly.
“So, you mean, if it got up, you would have done it?” Qian Wuyou exchanged a glance with an expressionless face, and Zhang Zhitao stared at the gap in the bathrobe, suddenly feeling extremely excited.
“No, this is a false proposition,” Zhang Zhitao put away the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, “I can’t get it up for anyone other than you now.”
“Oh, is that so?” Qian Wuyou sneered. “So, for the sake of your lower half’s consideration, you came back to me?”
Faced with the consecutive provocative questions, Zhang Zhitao’s brain was fortunately still functioning.
“No, Wuyou, let me explain.” He raised one leg, trying to stand up, but Qian Wuyou immediately frowned and said, “Kneel.”
“…Yes, my dear wife.” Zhang Zhitao quickly knelt down. “I always thought we were just friends with benefits. I didn’t know… you were seriously in love.”
Qian Wuyou didn’t respond, but from his stiff expression, it was evident that Zhang Zhitao’s words had hit him hard.
“I really messed up, Wuyou.” Zhang Zhitao sincerely said, “I was betrayed by my ex-boyfriend after a four-year relationship, and I’ve been too afraid to touch this love thing again.”
“Okay, I get it. You can leave now,” Qian Wuyou said, standing up and heading towards the bedroom. Zhang Zhitao quickly stood up and hugged him from behind.
“I didn’t mean that. You’re different,” Zhang Zhitao said, increasing the strength of his grip, “I really like you, I just didn’t realize it until now.”
Qian Wuyou remained silent, not struggling or moving. After a while, he asked in a soft voice, “Who allowed you to get up?”
Reluctantly, Zhang Zhitao let go of his hands and knelt back beside the coffee table.
“Wuyou, punish me however you want, but please don’t break up, okay?”
Qian Wuyou sat back on the sofa, expressionless, and said, “As you said, we were never together. How can we break up if we were never together?”
“Can we start being together from now on?” Zhang Zhitao asked cautiously.
Qian Wuyou looked away for a moment, then turned back and said, “Zhang Zhitao, do you know that I’m not short of suitors?”
“Of course, that’s a given,” Zhang Zhitao quickly agreed. “You’re so good-looking with excellent conditions. Many people must be pursuing you.”
“Then why should I be with you?” Qian Wuyou asked. “You hooked up with others behind my back and still have the nerve to come back to me?”
“It’s all my fault. Please don’t be angry, Wuyou.” Zhang Zhitao knelt forward, pleading, “Believe me, I hate cheating the most. I didn’t mean to betray you; I just genuinely didn’t know I meant this much to you.”
“You didn’t know? What do you take me for, Zhang Zhitao?” Qian Wuyou asked, unable to contain his anger. “If I didn’t have feelings for you, would I have slept with you the first time we met? I work so hard every day. I make time to video call you, and you think I’m just playing around with you? Am I so free? Do you think I’m casually flirting with you? I can easily attract a bunch of men by just lifting a finger. Do you think I spend my time having virtual intimacy with you for fun?”
Zhang Zhitao was cowed by the scolding, trembling in place, “Keep scolding me, Wuyou. I deserve it.”
After venting, Qian Wuyou felt somewhat relieved. He adjusted his mood and said lightly, “Enough scolding. I don’t lack boyfriends; you can leave.”
“Don’t be like this, Wuyou,” Zhang Zhitao said anxiously. “If you don’t need a boyfriend, do you need a nanny? I can be your nanny.”
Qian Wuyou chuckled coldly and said casually, “I need a dog. Can you be a dog?”
Zhang Zhitao had no choice but to nod, “Yes.”
In the end, he even barked twice with a “woof woof.”
Qian Wuyou couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but he quickly composed himself. Lifting his slightly raised leg, he kicked off his slippers and extended his toes in front of Zhang Zhitao, saying with an air of superiority, “Since you’re a dog, lick my feet.”
Three months later.
“Honey, uh, I mean, master,” Zhang Zhitao leaned back in the armchair, holding Qian Wuyou’s waist like a spineless person and pitifully suggested, “Can we shorten the one-year term?”
“We agreed on a year, and it stays a year,” Qian Wuyou said expressionlessly, looking at his tablet. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to be my dog anymore?”
“No, no.” Zhang Zhitao took a bite on Qian Wuyou’s neck. “Woof woof.”
Six months later.
As usual, Qian Wuyou finished first. Zhang Zhitao shifted to a different position, ready to continue, but Qian Wuyou unexpectedly kicked him off the bed.
“I’m tired today; I want to sleep,” Qian Wuyou said without warning.
“No,” Zhang Zhitao looked at Qian Wuyou in disbelief as he was about to go to sleep under the covers. “I haven’t finished yet.”
“Turn left to the bathroom if you’re not satisfied.”
“Master…”
“Keep bothering me, and you’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Zhang Zhitao obediently went to the bathroom.
Nine months later.
In the same scenario, Qian Wuyou kicked Zhang Zhitao away, covered himself with the blanket, and said, “I’m tired today.”
“No,” Zhang Zhitao looked at Qian Wuyou, who was about to sleep, feeling helpless. “I haven’t resolved it yet?”
“If you complain again, you’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Zhang Zhitao reluctantly went to the bathroom.
One year later.
After an intense workout, Zhang Zhitao hugged Qian Wuyou with satisfaction. Nuzzling against his ear, he asked, “Master, has one year passed, am I qualified now?”
Qian Wuyou closed his eyes, not responding immediately. After a while, he made a nasal sound and said, “Hmm.”
Zhang Zhitao was thrilled beyond words. Finally, he could address Qian Wuyou with the title he desired, “Wife, I love you so much.”
Qian Wuyou, still with closed eyes, faintly curved his lips and responded, “Husband, I love you too.”
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Thank you for the translation. I enjoy reading the novel..👍
MY LITTLE LOVELIES!! 😭💖💖💖
This was a wonderful way to end the story, I’m glad Boss Qian and Dog Zhang Zhitao are living a happy life now!! I also hope for Wen Jiaxuan and his big eagle to stay forever together!!
Thank you for the translation and see you next time! (人´∀｀)｡ﾟ+
Thanks for the translation! It was a fun read!
Thank you for the translation 😍 😍 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Awww upgraded from dog position to husband after a year 😂 love how qian wuyou didn’t forgive puppy zhang immediately. Bad puppies need to be punished 😌 thank you sm for translating this cute lighthearted story to us! This was a gem and I’ll probably come back to reread this in the future 😘
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Good novel 🤩
I wanted to thank you so much for the translation — my acquaintance with this author began with this story, and I just fell in love^•^