“Get up.”
“We’re going to the tax office today.”
“Wen Jiaxuan!”
Very noisy.
Wen Jiaxuan turned over and buried his head in the back of the sofa chair. He was dreaming that he was speaking at a press conference as the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the reporters below were scrambling to ask him questions.
“China’s economy has developed rapidly in recent years, and this year is a crucial year for the decisive victory in building a well-off society in an all-round way. May I ask… when do you get up?”
Wen Jiaxuan’s head was a little confused; he felt that the reporter’s question was very unlevel.
“Next,” Wen Jiaxuan murmured.
“If you don’t get up now, I’ll spank you.”
Wen Jiaxuan frowned. What’s the matter with the reporters now? On such a solemn occasion, they are making frivolous comments and not taking it seriously at all.
Snapped–
A sudden slap to the hip, Wen Jiaxuan woke up suddenly and raised his head, looking blankly at Wu Zehao, who was standing beside the sofa.
“You, you spanked me?” Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. He grew up so big that even his father never spanked him.
“Get up,” Wu Zehao said without changing his face, “The clothes are put in for you.”
Wen Jiaxuan took the phone and looked at it. It was only eight o’clock. He immediately fell back on the armrest and crawled onto the back of the sofa chair. “I’ll sleep a little longer.”
“If you don’t get up again,” Wu Zehao paused, “I’ll throw off the quilt and beat you.”
Wen Jiaxuan was covered with two layers of thin quilts, and Wu Zehao didn’t use much force just now, so the hit on Wen Jiaxuan was somewhat painless. But it’s different when the quilt is lifted; Wen Jiaxuan is not wearing pants, and if he gets hit like that, it will be a real slap to the flesh.
Wen Jiaxuan squirmed a few times on the sofa and finally sat up reluctantly.
“Why are we going so early?” he asked, struggling.
“It takes more than half an hour to get to the tax office, and there is still a queue to line,” Wu Zehao said, turning to the single-seater sofa and putting the materials he had sorted into his backpack. “Wake up, wash up, and breakfast is there for you.”
Wen Jiaxuan looked towards the kitchen when he heard the words and saw milk, bread, and hot fried eggs on the dining table.
He immediately got down from the sofa, picked up his underwear, and put them on, then took off Wu Zehao’s T-shirt, ready to change into his own clothes.
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“Put your clothes on!”
Wen Jiaxuan trembled from being yelled at, wondering if he was not wearing any clothes right now.
Wu Zehao took a deep breath and continued, “Just bring your ID card.”
Hearing this, Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t help making some calculations in his heart.
Did Wu Zehao mean that he only needed to bring his ID card?
That said, he could leave other things here.
It was about equal to him being able to stay here.
The logic is right.
After quickly washing up and having breakfast, Wen Jiaxuan only put on his ID card, went outside the yard, and said to Wu Zehao, who was smoking, “I’m ready.”
Wu Zehao glanced at him. “Where’s your bag?”
Wen Jiaxuan asked nervously, “Didn’t you say that you only need to bring your ID card?”
Wu Zehao unhurriedly put out the cigarette in the ashtray and said flatly, “Take all your things with you.”
Wen Jiaxuan curled his lips in disappointment. It seemed that his wishful thinking had failed again.
This time Wu Zehao also carried a backpack, and in order to make it easier for Wen Jiaxuan to sit, he carried the bag in front of him. Wen Jiaxuan climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle unhappily. He was not in the mood to appreciate the street scene today, so he lay on Wu Zehao’s back like he did for the first time in a motorcycle.
Zehao’s back was broad, and lying on it felt secure, but Wen Jiaxuan’s heart was completely uncertain.
In reality, the tax office wasn’t far from Wu Zehao’s home, less than ten kilometers away. However, they happened to set off during the morning rush hour, which caused them to lose quite some time on the road. Wen Jiaxuan had been thinking about how to stay, but even when the sign for the tax office appeared before his eyes, he still couldn’t figure out a plan.
Wen Jiaxuan dawdled to get out of the motorcycle and dawdled taking off his helmet, but it was rare for Wu Zehao not to urge him today, as if he had read his mind.
After asking the doorman for the office number, Wu Zehao led Wen Jiaxuan to the second floor.
The two soon arrived at the door of the office. Wu Zehao took out the prepared materials from his backpack and then took out a popular suspense novel.
Wen Jiaxuan felt strange. “There is no one queuing up in the office, do you still read novels to pass the time?”
Wu Zehao didn’t answer but opened the book and showed Wen Jiaxuan what was in the book – a shopping card worth 500 yuan.
Wen Jiaxuan immediately widened his eyes, lowered his voice, and exclaimed, “You’re bribing!”
“Don’t talk nonsense, amounts less than 10,000 yuan do not constitute bribery,” Wu Zehao put away the book and pulled Wen Jiaxuan to his side. “This is just for convenience.”
“Can’t we get things done without giving something?” the upright Comrade Wen Jiaxuan asked in puzzlement.
“It can be done, but some standards are vague. For example, what you bring is an identity certificate instead of an ID card. Whether it can be used or not depends on the people inside.”
Wen Jiaxuan looked shocked. He had always thought that the campus was a small society, but now it seemed that the campus was, at best, a pure version of society. The real society is much more complicated than he had imagined.
He suddenly thought of a question, with his lack of knowledge, should he really be going to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
Perhaps he should consider following Wu Zehao to improve himself?
Wu Zehao dragged the dazed Wen Jiaxuan into the office. The person who had been there before had just finished his work. Wu Zehao went up to explain his purpose, and he handed the suspense novel to the clerk to pass the time while he had nothing to do.
The clerk was accustomed to such things, so he accepted the book with a blank face, briefly inquired why the legal person didn’t answer the phone, and then began sorting out the materials to unlock Wu Zehao’s company.
“You need to make a copy of the property deed. We need to keep a record here, and there’s a photocopier in the adjacent office,” the staff member said. “Additionally, on all the copies, please write ‘This copy is true and valid,’ sign your name, and affix the official seal.”
Wu Zehao took the real estate certificate and other copies and went to the office next door, leaving Wen Jiaxuan at the clerk’s desk, observing the man’s movements.
About ten minutes later, all the procedures were completed, and the tax control on Wu Zehao’s company was successfully unlocked.
Wen Jiaxuan hesitantly followed Wu Zehao to the gate of the tax office. He knew that the moment of parting had finally arrived, and this time, he had no reason to stay by Wu Zehao’s side.
As expected, Wu Zehao handed the helmet to Wen Jiaxuan and said, “I’ll take you to the subway station.”
Wen Jiaxuan held the helmet but didn’t answer or move.
“What’s wrong?” Wu Zehao asked.
“I don’t want to leave.” Wen Jiaxuan thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with a reason, so he simply admitted it. He looked up at Wu Zehao and said, “Can’t I stay and help you with things?”
Wu Zehao remained silent for a while and asked, “What can you do?”
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t really know what he could do. He said in a panicked tone, “I… I could be in charge of the finance for your company.”
“Yes, but that’s just in name,” Wu Zehao said without much expression. “I could replace you at any time using the tax app.”
“But…” Wen Jiaxuan’s lips curled down. “Isn’t your company hiring? Don’t you need new employees?”
“You want to be my employee?” Wu Zehao raised an eyebrow. “Do you know how demanding I am with my employees?”
Wen Jiaxuan swallowed nervously but didn’t answer.
“I never go easy on my employees,” Wu Zehao continued. “Someone as clueless as you would probably end up getting scolded and crying every day.”
Feeling a sense of grievance, Wen Jiaxuan bit his lower lip and asked tentatively, “Then… can’t you be a bit gentler with me?”
“No,” Wu Zehao replied firmly. “If you don’t want to be scolded, you’d better head home now.”
In truth, Wen Jiaxuan wasn’t afraid of being scolded. At first, he simply wanted to stay at Wu Zehao’s place. But now he felt that being around Wu Zehao could expose him to many things he had never encountered before, helping him learn and grow. So being scolded seemed like a minor concern.
However, the current issue wasn’t about getting scolded. It was that Wu Zehao didn’t seem to want to keep him around at all.
“Don’t drag this out,” Wu Zehao sighed softly. “Get on the bike quickly; I have things to do this afternoon.”
At Wu Zehao’s urging, Wen Jiaxuan understood that the time to leave had come. If he left now, he could at least do so with dignity. If he continued to hesitate, Wu Zehao might truly drive him away. He said with a sulky tone, “Then please take me to the subway station.”
The final ride on the motorcycle concluded quickly. Wen Jiaxuan reluctantly dismounted, returned the helmet to Wu Zehao, and finally asked without giving up, “So, I’m really leaving?”
“Yes, go on and take care,” Wu Zehao’s expression was obscured by the helmet’s mask, making it difficult to gauge his emotions.
Wen Jiaxuan stepped into the elevator, but he couldn’t help looking back multiple times.
Wu Zehao was still watching him.
Wu Zehao was still watching him again.
This man seemed to always keep an eye on his actions. Then why didn’t he stop him?
A glimmer of hope lingered in Wen Jiaxuan’s heart. But as Wu Zehao became increasingly distant in his view, and the sound of a revving motorcycle engine filled the air, he finally gave up entirely.
It seemed Wu Zehao truly had no intention of keeping him around.
His chest tightened with unease. Wen Jiaxuan had never realized that parting could be this painful. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel this discomfort when he bid farewell to his Japanese friends.
And he had forgotten to ask for Wu Zehao’s contact information!
…It slipped his mind once more.
Wen Jiaxuan stood still in the middle of the road, his heart gripped by distress. He suddenly realized how ineffective he was, merely causing chaos and being of no real help. If only he were more capable, perhaps Wu Zehao would have kept him around.
Poor bubu 😭 wu zehao you heartless man, tsk tsk
Ahhh my heart hurts 😭