TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 96
by VolareChapter 95: Xiao Zhuo’s Counterattack
As soon as the car door closed, Qi Yanwang pushed Zhuo Huaimo onto the leather seat.
“What are yo—”
Zhuo Huaimo’s protest was blocked by a fervent kiss.
Qi Yanwang pressed forward with an irresistible force.
“Mmm…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s hands, attempting to push him away, were pinned above his head by Qi Yanwang with one hand, while the other deftly unbuckled his belt.
“Qi Yanwang!”
Zhuo Huaimo turned his head to avoid the kiss, warning him with unsteady breath, “This is a parking lot!”
“Anti-peep film, fully installed.”
Qi Yanwang chuckled, nipping at his earlobe, “Baby, you were too captivating on stage today, I can’t wait until we get home.”
As he spoke, he deftly ripped open Zhuo Huaimo’s shirt, the sound of buttons popping off echoing clearly in the confined space.
Warm lips trailed down his neck, biting lightly at his collarbone.
“Hiss…”
Zhuo Huaimo sucked in a breath, “Are you a dog?”
“Yours.”
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Qi Yanwang sullenly tried to button his shirt, only to realize the buttons had long been torn off by him.
“…I’ll buy you a new one.”
Zhuo Huaimo was too lazy to argue, taking a spare shirt from the storage compartment in the back and changing.
As soon as he fastened the last button, a gentle knock sounded on the car window.
“President Qi,”
The driver’s voice came through the window, “The coffee is here.”
Qi Yanwang lowered the window a crack: “Put it in the front, take a cab back yourself.”
Once the driver was gone, Zhuo Huaimo finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find Qi Yanwang staring intently at him.
“What is it now?”
Qi Yanwang licked his lips: “You wearing my shirt… is really good-looking.”
Zhuo Huaimo looked down at the clearly oversized shirt, then kicked him: “Drive! Home!”
The Cullinan smoothly drove out of the parking lot. Qi Yanwang steered with one hand, his other hand restlessly placed on Zhuo Huaimo’s leg.
“Take your hand off.”
“Won’t.”
“…”
“Wife.”
“Speak.”
“I think we need to increase the frequency of using this car in the future!”
“Get lost!”
In the days that followed, Zhuo Huaimo did indeed encounter many troubles.
First, several international brands withdrew their endorsement deals, citing “inconsistent image.” Then, *Esquire* magazine temporarily cancelled his cover shoot. Even some projects Xingyue Media was negotiating were suddenly snatched away by competitors.
“President Zhuo,”
Yu Fengran held the latest financial report, his brows deeply furrowed, “The overseas distributor for *Dawn* just emailed, saying they want to reassess the partnership.”
Zhuo Huaimo signed the document without looking up: “Find another one.”
“But this is currently the best distribution channel…”
“Then create a better one.”
Zhuo Huaimo finally looked up, his eyes sharp, “Contact Netflix and Amazon, we’ll negotiate ourselves.”
Yu Fengran was stunned: “That requires a lot of funding…”
“Money is not an issue.”
Zhuo Huaimo closed the folder, “Qi Yanwang’s overseas accounts are still usable.”
As soon as he said that, Qi Yanwang pushed the door open, his expression not too good: “Just got notified, my accounts in the Cayman Islands have been frozen.”
The office fell silent instantly.
Zhuo Huaimo raised an eyebrow: “The old man is moving pretty fast.”
Qi Yanwang irritably loosened his tie: “Not just Cayman, Switzerland and Singapore too.”
Yu Fengran gasped: “Then the post-production of *Dawn*…”
“Don’t panic.”
Qi Yanwang suddenly smiled, “I still have a hidden stash.”
He took out his phone and tapped a few times. Soon, a notification sounded on Zhuo Huaimo’s computer – a huge transfer had arrived.
Zhuo Huaimo looked at the eight zeros after the number, a rare look of surprise on his face: “This is…”
“Bitcoin.”
Qi Yanwang winked triumphantly, “The old man doesn’t understand this.”
Yu Fengran was dumbfounded: “President Qi, how many back-up plans do you have?”
“Not many,”
Qi Yanwang wrapped his arm around Zhuo Huaimo’s waist, “Enough to support my wife for life.”
Zhuo Huaimo swatted his hand away: “Be serious.”
“I am being serious.”
Qi Yanwang looked aggrieved, “To guard against the old man, I even learned about digital currency.”
That night, while Zhuo Huaimo was showering, Qi Yanwang secretly made a call to the old mansion.
The old butler answered the phone: “Young Master?”
“Uncle Lin,” Qi Yanwang lowered his voice, “Let my dad answer the phone.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: “The Old Master said…”
“Said what?”
“Said he wants you to bow your head first.”
Qi Yanwang laughed in anger: “He’s messing with my wife, and he wants me to bow my head?”
He slammed the phone down in anger!
Zhuo Huaimo walked out, drying his hair, and keenly noticed something was off: “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Qi Yanwang reached out to pull him closer, “Just thinking about *Dawn*’s promotional plan.”
Zhuo Huaimo stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, “I have an idea.”
“Hmm?”
“Since everyone is focused on my sexuality,”
Zhuo Huaimo smirked, “Why not use this buzz to create an LGBTQ+ film fund?”
Qi Yanwang’s eyes lit up: “Specifically to support films with same-sex themes?”
“More than that.”
Zhuo Huaimo opened his computer, “Including related charitable activities, workplace equality initiatives…”
His fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly bringing up a proposal: “This way, those brands that withdrew their investment will appear narrow-minded instead.”
Qi Yanwang hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder: “My wife is so smart.”
“Stop it.”
Zhuo Huaimo’s ears turned slightly red, “This fund will need a lot of funding…”
“I have it.”
Qi Yanwang said decisively, “The old man only froze the accounts in plain sight, I still have a farm in Iceland, enough for the start-up capital.”
Zhuo Huaimo turned to look at him: “How much private money have you been hiding?”
“Not much,”
Qi Yanwang kissed the tip of his nose, “Just enough for you to mess around with.”
Three days later, the “Rainbow Light” Film Fund was officially established.
At the press conference, Zhuo Huaimo wore a white suit, calmly responding to the media.
When asked about the original intention of the fund, he said frankly: “Love should have no boundaries, and neither should film.”
These words quickly went viral, sparking widespread discussion. Many international brands quietly contacted Xingyue Media, expressing their willingness to sponsor the fund’s activities.
Even more surprisingly, that afternoon, the official account of the L Country Royal Family suddenly retweeted the news of the fund’s establishment, with the caption: “Support diversity, embrace love.”
Qi Yanwang was in a board meeting when he saw the tweet.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed – the old man’s most valued royal family had made a statement, let’s see how he can object now.
Sure enough, Qi Xiaoman called that night: “Brother! Dad smashed the study!”
Qi Yanwang was secretly pleased in his heart, *ayyy*, a small victory!
He smiled, “Tell the doctor to check him out, he’s so old, why is he making such a fuss!”
When everything was developing in a good direction, no one thought that Zhuo Huaimo, really had an accident…
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