TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 91

Chapter 90: The Disease of Showing Off!

Chapter 90: The Disease of Showing Off!

Only a dim yellow bedside lamp illuminated the bedroom.

Qi Yanwang leaned against the headboard, his fingers unconsciously stroking Zhuo Huaimo’s hair.

“About my family…”

He chose his words carefully, “Our relationship isn’t very good.”

Zhuo Huaimo rolled over, propping himself up on his elbow on Qi Yanwang’s chest:

“Why? I’m actually quite envious that you have family,” his voice softened a little, “I only have my grandmother left.”

Qi Yanwang caught his hand and placed a kiss in his palm:

“They’re always controlling me.”

“Just that?”

Zhuo Huaimo raised an eyebrow, “Qi always getting controlled by his family even at his age?”

“Also… they complain that I work too hard.”

Qi Yanwang’s gaze drifted out the window, “And they say I have a bad temper.”

Zhuo Huaimo chuckled: “That’s actually true.”

“Hey!” Qi Yanwang pinched his waist in protest.

“So…”

Zhuo Huaimo suddenly became serious, “You fell out with them just because of these trivial matters?”

Qi Yanwang was silent for a moment: “My dad… is a total womanizer.”

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, “He’s married three wives, one after another, and has a bunch of mistresses outside.”

Zhuo Huaimo blinked: “Such a womanizing father produced a devoted lover? A genetic mutation?”

“Screw you.”

Qi Yanwang laughed and pulled him into his arms, “Maybe it’s a case of extremes.”

After a round of laughter, Zhuo Huaimo suddenly asked:

“Is Xiao Man your second mother’s child?”

“Yes.”

Qi Yanwang’s voice was a little faint, “Her mother… died early.”

Zhuo Huaimo sensitively noticed his evasiveness and gently took his hand:

“So you don’t like going home?”

“Yeah.”

Qi Yanwang tightened his arms, “The house is too chaotic. The old man falls in love with every woman he meets, and those women…”

He paused, “Xiao Man was sent to boarding school when she was twelve.”

Zhuo Huaimo seemed thoughtful: “So you’re particularly fond of her.”

“She’s the most like me.”

A rare tenderness appeared on Qi Yanwang’s face, “Stubborn as hell, and kind of silly.”

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on Qi Yanwang’s sharply defined face.

Zhuo Huaimo suddenly reached out and smoothed the furrow between his eyebrows: “Anything else?”

“What?”

“You’re skirting the issue,” Zhuo Huaimo looked directly into his eyes.

Qi Yanwang’s body noticeably stiffened for a moment, then he laughed: “What are you thinking? There’s nothing else!”

He flipped over and pinned Zhuo Huaimo down, “The old man can’t control me.”

…

When the morning sun streamed in through the crack in the curtains, Qi Yanwang was gently nuzzling the back of Zhuo Huaimo’s neck with his nose.

A warm hand slid under the hem of his pajamas, drawing suggestive circles on his lower back.

“Don’t make trouble…”

Zhuo Huaimo sleepily burrowed further into the blanket, “I have to join the production team today…”

Qi Yanwang’s canine teeth gently nipped at his earlobe: “Take a day off?”

“No.”

Zhuo Huaimo rolled over and pushed him away, “It’s a drama I’m doing to repay a favor, how can I be late on the first day?”

Qi Yanwang reluctantly let go, but took the opportunity to press himself against Zhuo Huaimo from behind while he was brushing his teeth, resting his chin on his shoulder:

“I’ll drive you there.”

“No need.”

Zhuo Huaimo spat out the toothpaste foam, “Doesn’t your company have an early morning meeting?”

Qi Yanwang stared at him in the mirror:

“Yu Fengran can handle it.”

In the end, they each conceded a point – Qi Yanwang would drive him to the film set, but he had to go to the company on time.

However, when they arrived at the film and television base, Qi Yanwang was reluctant to get out of the car.

He tugged on Zhuo Huaimo’s sleeve: “You really don’t want me to come in with you?”

“I’m here to film a drama, not go to war.”

Zhuo Huaimo was helpless, “Let go.”

Qi Yanwang reluctantly released him, but just as Zhuo Huaimo turned around, he suddenly pulled him back, pinning him in the seat for a thorough kiss.

“Qi Yanwang!”

Zhuo Huaimo pushed him away breathlessly, his lips bitten red, “I still have to put on makeup later!”

Qi Yanwang licked the corner of his mouth with lingering desire, “Just stamping my seal.”

When Zhuo Huaimo walked into the film set, he found that the entire crew was looking at him strangely.

The makeup artist Xiao Zhang stifled a laugh as she handed over an ice pack:

“Director Zhuo… want to apply this to your lips?”

Zhuo Huaimo’s ears burned as he took the ice pack and glanced out the window – Qi Yanwang was still there!

He was leaning against the car, talking on the phone, but his eyes were fixed on the makeup room.

“President Qi really is…” Xiao Zhang exclaimed, “So clingy.”

Zhuo Huaimo rubbed his forehead: “He’s just like that.”

He thought this was the end of it, but he didn’t expect three food trucks to arrive in the film set in the afternoon during the break.

The leading manager respectfully handed over a menu: “President Qi instructed, please enjoy a good meal.”

Zhuo Huaimo looked at the huge “Xingyue Media” logo on the food truck, his temples throbbing.

Director Chen, with a cigarette in his mouth, came over: “Tsk tsk, this is how you show your affection…”

“Director Chen, please excuse him.”

Zhuo Huaimo said awkwardly, “He’s a little…”

“I understand, I understand.”

Director Chen patted him on the shoulder, “I was the same when I was pursuing my wife.”

During the afternoon filming, Zhuo Huaimo always felt like a gaze was following him.

It wasn’t until a scene was finished that he noticed Qi Yanwang had arrived at some point, sitting behind the monitor chatting with Director Chen.

“Why are you here again?” Zhuo Huaimo walked over and asked quietly.

Qi Yanwang said righteously: “The meeting is over.”

“Even so, you don’t need to come to the film set…”

“Can’t I come and visit?”

Qi Yanwang pulled him down to sit, and handed over a thermos cup, “Have some honey water, it’s good for your throat.”

The surrounding staff members lowered their heads, stifling their laughter.

Zhuo Huaimo took a deep breath: “Qi Yanwang, I’m a grown man.”

“Yeah.”

Qi Yanwang nodded, then suddenly leaned close to his ear, “That’s what you said last night in bed.”

Zhuo Huaimo almost choked on his water.

When they finished work in the evening, Qi Yanwang had already become one of the group with the entire crew.

The stage manager even patted him on the shoulder and called him brother: “President Qi, rest assured, I will take good care of Director Zhuo!”

On the way back, Zhuo Huaimo finally exploded: “What do you mean by this?”

“What do I mean by what?” Qi Yanwang pretended to be innocent.

“The food truck! The visit!”

Zhuo Huaimo gritted his teeth, “And telling the stage manager that ‘my wife has a sensitive stomach’?”

Qi Yanwang steered with one hand and took his hand with the other:

“Did I say anything wrong?”

“Is that the point?”

Zhuo Huaimo rubbed his forehead, “The way you’re acting… how will others look at me?”

“How will they look at you?”

Qi Yanwang raised an eyebrow, “As the boss’s wife of Xingyue Media.”

Zhuo Huaimo was speechless: “I’m a director! I don’t need you…”

“I know.”

Qi Yanwang suddenly became serious, “You are the most outstanding director, the best actor, you don’t need any halo.”

He squeezed Zhuo Huaimo’s fingers, “But I want the whole world to know that you are the person I love the most.”

This straightforward confession caught Zhuo Huaimo off guard.

He turned his face to look out the window, but his ear tips quietly turned red.

At dinner, Qi Xiaoman looked at the strange atmosphere between the two of them and asked curiously:

“Did you guys have a fight?”

“No,” Zhuo Huaimo put food on her plate.

“Oh~”

Qi Xiaoman drew out the sound, “Then my brother’s disease must be acting up again.”

Qi Yanwang shot a glare at her: “Eat your food.”

“I’m serious!”

Qi Xiaoman turned to Zhuo Huaimo, “My brother has been like this since he was little, if he likes something, he can’t wait for the whole world to know.”

She counted on her fingers, “When he was little, he got a Transformer, he had to pin it to his schoolbag and show it off every day…”

Qi Yanwang picked up a box of tissues and threw it over:

“Shut up!”

Qi Xiaoman nimbly dodged behind Zhuo Huaimo:

“See, see! He’s embarrassed!”

Zhuo Huaimo looked at the two siblings bickering and suddenly laughed.

He picked up a piece of ribs and put it in Qi Yanwang’s bowl: “Alright, eat.”

Qi Yanwang immediately quieted down, obediently eating his rice, not showing even a hint of his presidential aura.

Before going to bed that night, Zhuo Huaimo leaned against the headboard reading the script and suddenly said:

“Don’t come to the film set tomorrow.”

Qi Yanwang paused in drying his hair: “Why?”

“If you come…”

Zhuo Huaimo chose his words carefully, “I get easily distracted.”

Qi Yanwang threw the towel aside and pounced on the bed: “What kind of distraction?”

His fingers roamed restlessly under his pajamas, “Like this? Or…”

“Be serious!”

Zhuo Huaimo slapped his hand away, “This drama is important.”

Qi Yanwang pouted: “Then I’ll watch from afar? I promise not to disturb you.”

“No.”

“Just one glance?”

“Qi Yanwang!”

“Alright, alright.”

Qi Yanwang lay down aggrieved, “Then you have to send me twenty messages every day.”

Zhuo Huaimo was helpless: “Five.”

“Fifteen!”

“Ten, no more.”

They finally settled on twelve.

After the lights were turned off, Qi Yanwang hugged him from behind and said in a muffled voice, “I just… want to tell everyone that you’re mine.”

Zhuo Huaimo turned around and pecked him lightly on the lips: “I already am.”

The next morning, Zhuo Huaimo firmly refused Qi Yanwang’s escort.

He stood in the entrance hall, looking at the aggrieved expression on someone’s face, and helplessly kissed the corner of his lips:

“See you tonight.”

Everything went smoothly at the film set until lunchtime.

Zhuo Huaimo was in the lounge reading the script when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

“Director Zhuo, long time no see.”

A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice rang out.

Zhuo Huaimo looked up and saw Ning Xin leaning against the doorframe, her red dress bright and flamboyant.

He didn’t even raise his eyelids, continuing to read the script.

Ning Xin walked in on high heels, her eyes sweeping over the simple lounge,

“I heard them say you were doing a cameo here, I didn’t believe it at first, but it really is you!”

She chuckled, “It really is… the wheel of fortune turns.”

Zhuo Huaimo didn’t respond, picking up his thermos and taking a sip of water.

“You didn’t sign the talent show champion back then,”

Ning Xin sat down on her own accord, “You had to sign that Qi Yanwang.”

She drew out the tone with a meaningful expression, “Now that I think about it… the reason is obvious.”

“Indeed, facts prove that my vision is good! I heard you can play the female lead now!”

“Of course! I’m filming next door!”

Zhuo Huaimo smiled, “Oh, I heard, a small-budget web drama!”

“You!”

Ning Xin played with her newly done manicure, “I heard you were pretty miserable the last two years? Bankruptcy, breach of contract…” She suddenly leaned closer,

“And you were photographed drinking with investors at banquets?”

Zhuo Huaimo spoke unhurriedly, “There was a list of appearance fees circulating, I was at the top, and you were…”

He paused, pretending to think, “Oh, I remember, you were the additional appearance fee kind! Commonly known as paying to play!”

Ning Xin gritted her teeth in anger, “Then the change of ownership of Xingyue Media isn’t fake, is it?”

She lowered her voice, “Sleeping with people and still giving away the company, no one but you would do that!”

“Miss Ning!”

The stage manager suddenly poked his head in, “Your production team is looking for you.”

Ning Xin stood up, saying meaningfully before leaving, “Director Zhuo, do you want to do a cameo in our production team? Although… the pay may not be as good as your ‘special service’ income.”

Her voice wasn’t quiet, and several staff members outside the door heard it.

The milk tea and cake that Qi Yanwang sent weren’t sent for nothing, this scene was quickly spread to him…

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