His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 47

The Excitement of the Office

Qiu Zhijie walked into his office holding his things. The door was open, and Kong Xunwen silently approached, watching the man inside pull the blinds down. He lowered his gaze, his movements meticulous, completely isolating the space within.

He stopped, standing at the doorway.

Qiu Zhijie continued his action: “Come in, close the door.”

Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes and walked in, slowly turning his back to close the door, striving for meticulousness in every step.

“Click.”

Accompanying that sound was the warmth that enveloped Kong Xunwen from behind.

The room was so quiet that breathing was audible, but sometimes footsteps or quiet discussions could be heard from outside. Kong Xunwen stared at the grain on the door in front of him.

He dared not move.

It was clearly a similar posture to the one in the underground parking lot not long ago, but the atmosphere now was completely different.

Kong Xunwen felt guilty.

“What? Afraid of me?” It had been a long time since he had heard the other person’s voice sound so… fierce.

Kong Xunwen secretly bit the inside of his lip, his eyes shifting slightly.

He didn’t move, but Qiu Zhijie did.

With a twist of his shoulders by a pair of hands, Kong Xunwen was turned around. Subconsciously, he looked up and met Qiu Zhijie’s sour expression. Those eyes were slightly narrowed, the emotions within obscured by the dimmed light.

He immediately averted his gaze.

Wait, what was he supposed to say?

As he was thinking, his chin was lifted with a slight force from a somewhat rough thumb. Before Kong Xunwen could react, the person who had just looked indifferent pressed down. The moment their lips met, the force was heavy. The hand on his chin uncontrollably tightened, though it quickly eased up a little.

However, there was no softening on his lips. Kong Xunwen’s teeth were already loose, but he hadn’t reacted or cooperated by opening his mouth. A squeeze of his cheeks made him open up.

Qiu Zhijie quickly plunged in to ravage, aggressively sweeping over every area, marking it as his own.

The young man tilted his head back, his brows seeming to furrow in annoyance and anger. His eyes were slightly narrowed, glistening with moisture. Those light-colored eyes seemed to have lost focus, and his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly.

He slowly closed his eyes, trembling as he leaned back with the man’s intensifying assault. However, right behind him was a door, making evasion impossible.

Perhaps because he had lost his sight, Kong Xunwen vaguely heard the sounds outside clearly: the clicking of high heels, hurried footsteps, discussions, and laughter.

His tongue was suddenly bitten.

He couldn’t help but open his eyes, meeting those dark, deep eyes. The familiar gentle, teasing, and soft expressions were gone.

But the look in those eyes now resembled one that had appeared in a certain dark night.

Back then, the man had sweat on his forehead and a flushed face, but now his expression was normal. Only those eyes looked like they wanted to devour someone, silently revealing a hint of displeasure.

It was an accusation for his momentary distraction.

Kong Xunwen frowned, raising his hand to push the man away, but his limbs were weak, making the gesture seem more like compliance as he gently placed his hands on Qiu Zhijie’s shoulders.

The arms around his waist seemed to tighten their grip, locking his waist firmly. Coupled with the attack on his lips, he felt somewhat breathless.

His pupils flickered, looking at the man’s earlobe. The red stud there was so striking, so clear in his blurred vision.

“Knock, knock!”

“CEO Qiu, may I come in now?”

It was a voice Kong Xunwen was somewhat unfamiliar with, a young man’s soft tone, seemingly deliberately lowered.

Kong Xunwen couldn’t focus on that for the moment. He immediately raised his hand and pushed Qiu Zhijie again. Their lips separated, a slight connection quickly broken, but they remained close enough that a slight lean forward would touch them again. He even seemed to still feel the heat on the other’s lips.

Qiu Zhijie heard the sound outside but didn’t care. It was an intern designer who had recently taken to seeking him out. Although he was obligated to answer his questions since the intern was assigned to him, he truly didn’t want to deal with him right now, though it had been fine before.

He lowered his gaze to the young man so close to him. His face was flushed, his eyes still glistening with moisture, and his lashes were damp, drooping as he avoided looking at him. His lips were swollen and red, a vibrant color seeping from the sides, still wet.

He knew those were the marks he had left.

Released, Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but slightly part his lips, breathing the thin air between them. He felt a little relieved, waiting for the person to come in so he would have time to calm down before talking properly with Qiu Zhijie.

However, before he could fully relax, the man, who hadn’t moved far away, immediately pressed down again. One hand cupped his chin down to his throat, his Adam’s apple resting in the warm palm.

The slightly sweaty stickiness made the clean-loving young man immediately frown, but the sight he had just witnessed made Qiu Zhijie completely unwilling to hold back.

Red lips, white teeth, moist gasps.

The door behind him vibrated slightly. The person outside hadn’t given up. Kong Xunwen almost held his breath, tormented by the heat and passion in front of him and the sensation behind him.

His heartbeat, the knocking, and the sounds of moisture between their lips magnified little by little.

The hand he had raised was decisively grabbed and pressed against the door behind him. Then, both his hands were seized and pushed up together. Kong Xunwen’s eyes widened slightly, seemingly hearing the muffled sound this action made.

Wan Yongle quickly rushed over with his day’s “homework” as soon as he heard CEO Qiu was back, a happy curve on his lips. He had just heard that the person with CEO Qiu wasn’t a girlfriend, but a former employee who had resigned.

He knew it! CEO Qiu still had feelings for him, so how could he be dating?

As for the other speculations in the gossip group, he didn’t pay them any mind. They were all just conjectures! There was no need to discuss things that had no basis.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Wan Yongle looked at the nameplate beside the office door, confused. It was CEO Qiu’s office, wasn’t it?

Didn’t the group just say CEO Qiu was back in his office?

Maybe he had something else going on.

Wan Yongle reluctantly left.

The other employees nearby, who had witnessed everything, were also a bit confused. CEO Qiu and Brother Kong had definitely gone into the office together. Why was no one answering?

Though confused, no one said anything. After all, everyone was aware of Wan Yongle’s little intentions lately, except for the constantly busy CEO Qiu. Everyone treated it as entertainment.

Inside the seemingly empty office, the blinds and the curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn. The interior space was fervent and sticky, as if it weren’t an office, but…

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Xunwen’s shoulders ached from having his hands pinned behind him. His lips and tongue were numb, his chin felt damp, and there was sweat on his neck.

The moment he was released, he immediately stumbled forward, falling into the warm embrace.

The prey had fallen into the trap itself.

Qiu Zhijie’s lips relaxed. Although his mood wasn’t particularly good, the low pressure had dissipated. He looked down at the young man’s appearance, feeling a little guilty yet also excited.

He liked the young man this way.

But he quickly noticed the young man’s discomfort. He half-supported, half-hugged him toward the sofa area nearby, then handed him a glass of water and began massaging his shoulders.

Seeing that Kong Xunwen hadn’t fully recovered and was looking toward the door, he immediately explained.

His voice was slightly hoarse: “He thought no one was inside. He left.”

Kong Xunwen didn’t look at him, just lowered his eyes and drank the water.

Just running those moments through his mind made him extremely embarrassed—and, of course, very stimulated.

He even felt this was more stimulating than actual intercourse.

Thinking about how someone had been knocking outside, yet Qiu Zhijie refused to let him go, Kong Xunwen didn’t know what to say.

Was he angry? Of course, he was angry. This was too embarrassing. But then he would think, if he hadn’t acted that way in the elevator…

He wasn’t stupid. He could clearly see that Qiu Zhijie was angry. It was fine when he hadn’t noticed, but once he did, he felt a little guilty.

Wait, why was he making excuses for this scoundrel?!

Traces of the stimulating chaos still lingered on Kong Xunwen’s face, but his expression was starting to cool down. He held the water cup to his lips, taking small sips, while his mind was a mess, like a tangled ball of yarn clawed by a cat.

It was as if two little figures were arguing in his head.

The little devil: Why should I be considerate of him? I traveled a long way too, and I brought him a surprise. Didn’t he act like that just to make me uncomfortable? Get angry! Throw a tantrum! Let him know the consequences of acting recklessly!

The little angel: But my attitude just now made him unhappy. It’s normal for him to be angry, right? Besides, no one actually found out… And finally, didn’t I enjoy it too?

…!!!!!

Kong Xunwen quickly banished the thought, but the little angel’s last sentence rebelliously magnified and played repeatedly in his mind.

Enjoyed it too!

Enjoyed…

Alright, he admitted the feeling wasn’t bad.

Qiu Zhijie focused on massaging his shoulders beside him. That outburst was a release, and now all the anger was slowly dissipating. He sighed inwardly, only feeling frustrated.

In one sentence: What was so shameful about him?

Kong Xunwen finished the glass of water while thinking. His thoughts coalesced. He put down the cup, but for a moment, he didn’t know how to face Qiu Zhijie.

Seeing the young man’s awkward appearance, hands clasped and eyes lowered, Qiu Zhijie smiled helplessly, then leaned closer to the young man and wrapped his arms fully around him.

Kong Xunwen was startled by the sudden embrace and turned his head to look.

Qiu Zhijie pressed his lips against his: “Alright, let’s go home together after work.”

Kong Xunwen pursed his somewhat swollen lips, turned back, and stared down at his clasped hands, nodding slightly.

The little angel and the little devil had both vanished.

Fine, since he lowered his head first, he would forgive him.

Qiu Zhijie kissed his lips again and smoothed his hair: “You must be tired from traveling today, right? Want to take a nap?”

Kong Xunwen wasn’t actually sleepy, but he still nodded.

He was led to the rest room Qiu Zhijie usually used, which had a simple setup: a sofa and a bed.

Qiu Zhijie went to draw the curtains, and Kong Xunwen sat on the bed.

The man paused suddenly as he passed by. The young man looked up at him, confused. His cheeks were cupped by two hands, and a thumb smoothed the stray hairs on the side of his face. Then, Qiu Zhijie leaned in and pecked him a few times.

Kong Xunwen blinked.

“Alright, rest now.”

The door closed, leaving only a faint, hazy light in the rest room.

When Kong Xunwen woke up again, it was pitch black in front of him. His fingertips were slightly numb from sleep. It felt very comfortable. He squinted, fumbled for his phone, and checked the time.

It was fine, he hadn’t slept long. He had fallen asleep around five, and it was now 6:42.

He couldn’t hear the outside sounds from the rest room. Kong Xunwen rolled over and stretched, feeling much better. He grabbed a pillow to press under his face, the soft quilt covering his back. Slowly, he opened the chat window with Qiu Zhijie.

Qiu Zhijie was discussing a problem with the intern designer in front of him. His phone played the special ringtone set for the young man. He quickly concluded: “…That’s it.”

He checked the time: “It’s almost time. You should head off work early.”

After the person left and closed the door, he got up and opened the rest room door.

A line of light fell inside. The young man, wrapped up like a cocoon on the bed, turned his head. The soft flesh of his cheek was pressed against the quilt, and the faint light of his phone shone on his face, making his eyes widen slightly.

Qiu Zhijie smiled unconsciously, all his fatigue vanishing.

“Let’s go, time to go home.”