WSIDIILMBOCIR Chapter 37
by VolareChapter 37: Wanting More
After Li Chongge’s three-day meeting concluded, his time became more flexible. Qin Yuanging’s three daily greetings—morning, noon, and night—were far from meeting Li Chongge’s demands.
Over the years, it wasn’t just Qin Yuanging who couldn’t bear to be without Li Chongge’s company.
Wasn’t Li Chongge equally unable to tolerate Qin Yuanging’s absence?
During the two years of Qin Yuanging’s departure, Li Chongge was solitary and silent. Rather than saying that his demanding work occupied all his time, it was more accurate to say that he had to use work to fill his time.
At that time, work was his only outlet for energy, the only anesthetic to soothe his pain.
His pain and joy were given by the same person. When that person chose to leave, all that remained for him was lingering agony.
This pain wasn’t a swift, decisive blow, but a slow, agonizing torture repeated day after day.
As time passed, the joy of rediscovery wasn’t enough to heal the wounds of the past.
The closer Qin Yuanging was to him, the more Li Chongge wanted.
And coincidentally, Qin Yuanging gave him “more.”
Late at night, Li Chongge received a picture sent by Qin Yuanging.
It seemed to be taken that night he returned from Jiang City.
Qin Yuanging was wearing Li Chongge’s shirt, the top three buttons undone, collar raised, exposing a large expanse of fair skin from his neck to his chest.
One could even vaguely see something else…
Perhaps it was the lighting in the bathroom, but Li Chongge thought the fair skin seemed to have a moist sheen.
It was truly tempting.
The moment he saw the picture, Li Chongge’s breath hitched, and a surge of heat rampaged through his body, finally gathering forcefully in a certain area.
“Forgot to tell you, I accidentally spilled a bit of red wine on your shirt. So, when you come back, I’ll buy you a new one.”
Li Chongge’s palms were sweating slightly. He zoomed in on the picture and indeed found a very faint red wine stain on the collar Qin Yuanging had pulled up.
“It’s okay, it wasn’t new anyway.”
Qin Yuanging replied quickly.
“Then I won’t return this one to you. It’s quite comfortable to wear.”
Before Li Chongge could say anything, another message followed.
“Wearing your shirt during the day and your pajamas at night, Li Chongge, you’ve taken care of all my clothes for the day.”
Li Chongge threw his phone aside, frantically and desperately lighting a cigarette. He took two heavy puffs before picking up his phone again.
“There are new shirts and pajamas downstairs. If you like them, you can get them yourself.”
“Never mind, the shirts and pajamas are a bit too big, not my size. It’s a pity to wear them. I’ll stick to the old ones; I don’t mind. When you come back, take me to get some custom-made.”
Qin Yuanging sent another picture, and Li Chongge opened it with secret anticipation, only to see a bouquet of flowers.
“Bought these on the way back. How about putting them in your house?”
Li Chongge was a little puzzled. “If you don’t like them, why did you buy them?”
Qin Yuanging replied, “I didn’t say I don’t like them.”
“If you like them, why not put them in your own house?”
“No reason.”
With Jiang Muyuan’s wholehearted guidance, Qin Yuanging had learned a lot, and the ambiguous conversation easily aroused Li Chongge’s reverie.
Because he liked them, he wanted to share them with him?
Was that the meaning?
Li Chongge was rarely confused.
Qin Yuanging seemed to have run out of patience. He asked again, “Do you want them or not?”
“I’m not there. If you put them in, wouldn’t there be no one to appreciate them?”
As a man, Li Chongge wouldn’t particularly look forward to a bouquet of flowers, unless the flower giver was Qin Yuanging.
But for that reason, Li Chongge couldn’t bear to see them wither in an unknown corner.
“It’s okay, you just need to know that there is a bouquet of flowers blooming in your room.”
Li Chongge felt that Qin Yuanging’s words were inexplicable, and his actions were also inexplicable, but he was still inevitably inexplicably pleased.
Perhaps it was just because this person was Qin Yuanging; everything he did was interesting in Li Chongge’s eyes.
Even if Qin Yuanging carefully selected a bouquet of flowers and then ruthlessly stuffed it into an temporarily unoccupied house, Li Chongge would find it very meaningful.
But it must be said that Li Chongge’s desire to go back was even more urgent. He wanted to go back and witness the flowers from blooming to withering with his own eyes.
Qin Yuanging had given him many gifts, but this was the first time he had given him flowers.
Li Chongge’s heart, which didn’t understand what romance was, would also be moved by it.
“Okay, but I don’t know where the cleaning lady who comes regularly has put the vase. Look around yourself.”
Immediately afterward, Qin Yuanging’s video call popped up.
He appeared on the screen so casually in Li Chongge’s pajamas.
“You stay with me, or if something is missing from your house later, I can’t explain it.”
Li Chongge: “…”
To be honest, even if Qin Yuanging moved his entire house away, he wouldn’t say anything.
But Li Chongge did have things that he couldn’t let Qin Yuanging see, at least not now.
To prevent the signal from being interrupted, Qin Yuanging didn’t take the elevator. He held the flowers in one hand and the phone in the other, walking down the stairs.
He entered the house by pressing his fingerprint, placed the flowers on the dining table, found slippers, and changed into them.
Under Li Chongge’s gaze, Qin Yuanging quickly found a vase, quickly filled it with water, put the flowers in, and then placed the vase right in the center of the dining table.
“Qin Yuanging, take a picture.”
Qin Yuanging took out a tissue to wipe the water off his hands, picked up another phone, and took pictures of Li Chongge from four directions and eight angles, sending them to him.
“So you like flowers so much. How about I send you a bouquet every month from now on, okay?”
Li Chongge downloaded all the photos.
At the same time, a new picture was added to the private album today.
“Okay, but I hope you can do what you say.”
“Of course.”
Li Chongge didn’t have much hope for receiving Qin Yuanging’s flowers every month because this person mostly just said things casually.
If Li Chongge took it seriously, then the one who would be disappointed in the end would definitely be him.
“You sent me flowers. What do you want? I’ll buy it for you when I come back.”
Qin Yuanging looked at the camera and said with a smile, “It’s enough that you come back, Li Chongge. You have to come back soon.”
Li Chongge’s heart was hit hard.
He asked, “Why?”
Qin Yuanging was puzzled. “What why?”
“Qin Yuanging, why do you want me to come back sooner?”
Qin Yuanging closed the door, his tone making it impossible to tell whether he was telling the truth or not: “Because I miss you.”
Li Chongge was silent, then said, “Okay.”
Since Qin Yuanging wanted him to go back sooner, he would go back sooner.
For the sake of that bouquet of flowers, and for the sake of Qin Yuanging saying “when you come back” several times just now, Li Chongge compromised once again.