His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 40

The Profound Meaning of ‘Hooligan’

The dinner table was very quiet. The young man secretly glanced at the man across from him. The man had been eating, but noticing the look, he raised his eyes and mouthed, somewhat helplessly, “Eat quickly.”

Yet his expression had been so grim just moments ago.

Kong Xunwen picked up a bite and ate, quietly glancing at the camera pointed at him, feeling even more guilty.

This was why Qiu Zhijie hadn’t spoken up; he couldn’t refuse his livestream fans and, caught off guard, had agreed to stream their meal.

Although it was just a boring meal, surprisingly, the viewer count hadn’t dropped much. In fact, people kept pouring in.

[Is Wenwen looking at the person across from him? Is that the one who confessed before? Boyfriend?]

[Eh? The streamer has a boyfriend?!]

[What does the boyfriend look like?]

[This meal looks delicious, wow]

[Don’t know what he looks like, but his voice is quite nice. We heard it when Wenwen first started streaming. I wonder if anyone recorded it.]

With his chopsticks pressed against his lower lip, Kong Xunwen stared at the bullet comments for a moment before speaking, “Yes, he’s my boyfriend, and he made this. But this is too boring, right? Should I end the stream now?”

He asked tentatively.

To be honest, the moment he saw the time, he started feeling guilty. Qiu Zhijie had messaged him several times, but he had been so engrossed in his painting that he forgot. It was normal for Qiu Zhijie to be upset that he had prepared a meal only for Kong Xunwen to be late.

And he had even brought the streaming equipment…

He didn’t know what he was thinking at the time…

His question also carried a hint of apology, hoping to make Qiu Zhijie less angry.

[No, don’t! Are you not going to stream later either?]

[Does that mean the painting will be done tomorrow?]

[No way, I can’t bear to leave you, Wenwen.]

[Are you ending the stream right after I arrived?]

Kong Xunwen pursed his lips, holding the chopsticks between them, and subconsciously looked at the person opposite him again.

He saw that the man had put down his chopsticks at some point and was frowning at him. Kong Xunwen didn’t look closely, quickly pulling his gaze back, so he missed the moment the man’s expression softened considerably.

He didn’t know why he felt this way. He hadn’t felt this guilty even when he made mistakes at the studio… maybe.

“Can’t you turn it off? You’ve been streaming for a long time today,” Qiu Zhijie finally spoke, standing up and walking to the young man’s side.

Kong Xunwen instinctively shifted the camera, avoiding him.

After all, Qiu Zhijie appearing in his stream would likely cause some trouble.

A smiling voice immediately sounded close to his ear, “Am I that unsightly?”

Kong Xunwen quickly shook his head. Qiu Zhijie was already looking at the bullet comments flashing excitedly across the phone screen.

[Ahhh, his voice is so nice! Can we ship them? Can we ship them? Can we ship them?]

[Why not? He’s a legitimate boyfriend! Ship hard!]

[…Another guy selling BL…]

[If you don’t like it, scroll away!]

“Alright, I’m going to end the stream now. I’ll continue the unfinished painting next time, don’t worry. I’ll post the next streaming time after I log off. You can follow me for updates. Goodbye.” Kong Xunwen saw the comments and quickly spoke.

After speaking, he instinctively waited for the replies.

[Don’t go, don’t go! Let me listen a little longer! I promise I won’t talk.]

[Just pretend we don’t exist.]

[Exactly! I can’t bear to leave you, Wenwen.]

“…Alright, I really have to log off now. Bye-bye.”

This time, the comments were all saying goodbye or see you tomorrow. Kong Xunwen finally felt relieved and closed the stream.

“Why were you staring at me just now?” Qiu Zhijie didn’t leave. He pulled up the chair next to Kong Xunwen and sat down, leaving his own bowl and chopsticks across the table. He leaned back against the chair, turning his head and crossing his arms to look at Kong Xunwen.

Kong Xunwen had just relaxed and was about to answer the question, feeling like he was being interrogated, though the tone didn’t suggest it. He paused before hesitantly saying, “Weren’t you… angry?”

Qiu Zhijie paused. He hadn’t shown it obviously and thought the young man hadn’t noticed. Seeing the slight apprehension in his eyes…

It was the first time he had seen him look like this.

The slight discomfort he felt earlier dissipated.

“A little, maybe. If I don’t call you personally, you won’t eat. You’re so careless about your health. I had already prepared the food and was waiting for you…” Qiu Zhijie’s tone softened little by little. At some point, one hand rested on the back of the young man’s chair, almost encircling him. His voice dropped very low, making the last sentence almost inaudible if one didn’t listen closely.

“You didn’t think about me either…”

However, this sentence was spoken right next to Kong Xunwen’s ear, and he heard it clearly.

Kong Xunwen suddenly became sensitive again, noticing the shift in the other man’s mood and the relaxing atmosphere. He turned his head, feigning complete confusion, “What did you just say?”

Qiu Zhijie raised an eyebrow, carefully observing the face so close to his, looking into those light-colored eyes.

The light pupils were as clear as amber catching sunlight, trying to hide but failing to suppress a hint of a smile, which then spread until it reached the corners of his lips and eyes.

“Didn’t hear me?” He smiled too, leaning in to kiss the upturned corner of Kong Xunwen’s mouth, then again, separating and colliding like two magnets.

“Did you really not hear me?”

Their breaths mingled. Qiu Zhijie’s hand cupped the back of the young man’s neck, slowly stroking it—the spot he had kissed yesterday.

A light collision, like two ants exchanging information with their antennae.

Then they didn’t separate again. Their lips and tongues began to intertwine. Kong Xunwen, whose shoulders were being held, closed his eyes, then secretly opened them a crack, seeing the other man’s closed eyes, long dark lashes casting a shadow beneath them.

Like dark circles.

He suddenly curved his eyes, but then those eyes opened. Their lips bumped, ending the kiss.

The dark eyes held a hint of helplessness and amusement, condensing into affection. Yet, his actions were unrelated to that, growing more intense until, after an unknown amount of time, their breathing became ragged. They finally separated slightly, the coolness from the gap touching their wet lips.

Kong Xunwen blinked. They shared a light kiss, making a soft sound.

The food had cooled slightly. Qiu Zhijie stood up and carried the dishes to the kitchen. The rice was fine since it had been kept warm, though it might be a little hard. Kong Xunwen carried the remaining dishes and followed, watching the man skillfully put on an apron and reheat the food.

While reheating, Qiu Zhijie didn’t forget to lecture, “You still need to eat on time in the future. You don’t even eat properly when you stream your meals, so maybe we should just turn it off next time.”

Kong Xunwen hadn’t eaten much and was now hungry. Hearing this, he immediately retorted, “Is it my fault we’re eating so late?”

Knowing he was referring to the long kiss, Qiu Zhijie quickly finished reheating the food before turning around, “No, it’s my fault.”

He kissed him again, this time very briefly.

Qiu Zhijie’s lips curved slightly, “Alright, let’s eat.”

After dinner, the atmosphere between them had returned to normal. They sat on the sofa, Qiu Zhijie hugging Kong Xunwen like a large cushion, holding the long, lean young man entirely in his arms, his chin resting on Kong Xunwen’s shoulder.

Kong Xunwen was eating a banana, staring at the large screen. The brilliant colors reflected in his eyes like dancing flames, warm and cozy, making Qiu Zhijie unconsciously smile.

He deliberately let out a sigh.

Kong Xunwen looked over as expected, “What’s wrong?”

When it came to this, Qiu Zhijie was genuinely a little unhappy. His eyes drooped, and the curve of his lips turned downward; his dejection was obvious.

“The driver is coming to pick me up tomorrow.”

Kong Xunwen froze, quickly recalling Qiu Zhijie mentioning he would be leaving for a few days. He didn’t speak, staring blankly at the screen for a moment, his mind somewhat empty.

He had been so happy just now.

He chewed mechanically, hearing Qiu Zhijie rub his head against his ear and say, “It won’t be long. I’ll come back as soon as possible.”

Although the man said this, trying to sound relaxed, Kong Xunwen still detected a hint of disappointment.

As for what he was disappointed about…, Kong Xunwen knew that too.

Kong Xunwen was also wondering, should he go with him?

But the moment the thought arose, a sense of resistance welled up in his heart—that city, that place, the journey, and…

He didn’t know, but Qiu Zhijie let it go gently, yet Kong Xunwen didn’t feel relieved either.

“Well, since you have to travel tomorrow, let’s go to bed early tonight,” Kong Xunwen said after a moment of silence.

Qiu Zhijie, however, continued to pester him, rubbing his entire head against Kong Xunwen’s shoulder. His hair was slightly prickly, instantly pulling Kong Xunwen out of his previous mood.

All that remained in his mind was the man’s deliberately softened voice, “So, will you miss me? Will you? Will you? You absolutely must miss me, understand?”

Kong Xunwen tried to dodge him, annoyed, but his own voice was soft and tinged with laughter, “Alright, alright, it’s only a few days. How much do you expect me to miss you?”

“What do you mean, ‘only a few days’? Isn’t a few days still time? I’ll start missing you the moment I leave you,” Qiu Zhijie said, finally stopping his movements and turning his head to look at the young man in his arms, whose mood was no longer low.

“Then you have to call me constantly, and video chat. And the stream can’t be turned off.”

Kong Xunwen pouted, “Can’t you just watch the stream yourself? That’s too much trouble.”

“How is the stream the same as this? I’ll still need to call you to remind you to eat,” Qiu Zhijie naturally found a reasonable excuse for himself. After saying it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true, becoming even more confident.

At this, Kong Xunwen was speechless, still a little unwilling, “I don’t have that many phones.”

“Then I’ll leave you a phone tomorrow.” Qiu Zhijie said, already starting to message his assistant. He quickly received a reply, put the phone aside, and kissed Kong Xunwen again, “Alright, remember to video call me with the new phone tomorrow.”

Kong Xunwen was exasperated, “I knowww—”

The deliberate elongation of his voice only made Qiu Zhijie find him adorable. He picked him up, intending to walk upstairs.

Kong Xunwen was still completely unaccustomed to being carried in a bridal carry. He quickly wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, repeatedly saying, “Quick, quick, put me down!”

Qiu Zhijie clicked his tongue in regret and set him down. Just as he was about to say that Kong Xunwen needed to get used to it, his hand habitually wrapped around the young man’s waist. He felt around the waist, then forgot what he was going to say, complaining, “Why are you still so thin?”

Kong Xunwen touched himself, “I have more flesh than before.”

“Hmm?” Qiu Zhijie’s eyes narrowed. He was still dissatisfied but didn’t dwell on it, only saying, “That’s a shame, I didn’t get to feel it before…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was poked in the chest.

After poking him, Kong Xunwen said coolly, “Hooligan.”

“Hooligan? I think you need to learn the profound meaning of that word again.” With that, they had reached the upstairs. Qiu Zhijie pulled him into the room and immediately kissed him.

Naturally, the two people who were about to be separated shared an intimate moment, perfectly in sync.

Kong Xunwen’s face was flushed. He didn’t have the strength to resist being held, though it was a face-to-face carry with his legs wrapped around Qiu Zhijie’s waist. This position allowed him to clearly feel Qiu Zhijie’s state.

“It’s still early, aren’t you going to…” He didn’t finish, pressing his cheek against the man’s shoulder, which had been quickly rinsed and wasn’t sticky with sweat—he started hating that feeling after they finished.

Qiu Zhijie kissed the side of the young man’s neck, where there was a mole. His tone was light, but his breathing was still heavy, “Such things must be done in moderation. I’m not some beast who only knows how to rut.”

Kong Xunwen narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Good, good. That’s what I’d expect from you.”