His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 51

“Our CEO Qiu?! Brother Kong?!”

“Ah!” Kong Xunwen was looking at Qiu Zhijie with a smile, teasing him, when a sudden sensation of being suspended in the air struck him. He couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, his hands immediately wrapping around the man’s neck like an octopus.

In contrast, the accusation in Qiu Zhijie’s dark eyes now contained all the amusement that had just been in the young man’s eyes.

Knowing the youth was afraid of this, he quickly set him down but kept him contained within his embrace.

With just a glance, both of them unconsciously started laughing. Kong Xunwen remembered what he had just been saying, but this time he didn’t dare repeat it, so he buried his head in Qiu Zhijie’s shoulder to hide.

Qiu Zhijie, oblivious, tilted his head back to prevent the overly joyful youth from bumping into his jaw. Having not seen the youth this happy in a long time, he joined in the laughter.

The two of them laughed in that position for a while until Kong Xunwen raised a hand to rub his sore cheeks. The man took over the task, gently massaging his cheeks with his large hands.

He lowered his hands, mumbling indistinctly from the rubbing: “What are you laughing at?”

Qiu Zhijie lowered his gaze, looking very gentle: “I don’t know either, I just felt like laughing.”

Kong Xunwen gave him a strange look upon hearing this.

After the massage was done, the youth walked straight toward the dining table. Yesterday, Qiu Zhijie had brought food back for them to eat, so he naturally discarded the man after using him—no, wait, he continued to use him: “What are we eating tonight?”

Qiu Zhijie followed behind. When Kong Xunwen stopped at the dining table and looked up due to the silence, Qiu Zhijie leaned down and kissed those lips, closing his eyes in slight intoxication.

It was just a light kiss, and Qiu Zhijie quickly opened his eyes again.

Kong Xunwen narrowed his eyes, looking at him.

Seeing the full accusation in his gaze, Qiu Zhijie chuckled and rubbed the side of the youth’s neck: “I ordered food. Someone will deliver it shortly. They should call first. I’m going to shower. Answer the phone when it arrives.”

Kong Xunwen finally nodded: “Got it, go ahead.”

As he spoke, he leaned in and pecked the man’s lips.

Qiu Zhijie took advantage of the opening, leaning in for a few more light pecks before entering the bathroom, satisfied.

Kong Xunwen took the phone Qiu Zhijie had given him and returned to the sofa. He stared at the phone for a while, feeling curious. He wanted to look—not because he didn’t trust Qiu Zhijie, but simply out of curiosity.

Hmm, yes.

As he thought this, the figure of the young man he had heard twice and imagined once involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He pursed his lips, curled up cross-legged, and finally put the phone aside.

He opened his own phone and aimlessly scrolled through videos when a familiar voice suddenly appeared again.

The youth lowered his eyes and finally watched the video on the screen. This was…

A clip from his livestream.

Since the video by Little Boss went viral, other fans had started editing similar videos, though this time there were also edits focused primarily on his artwork.

Because Little Boss had mentioned it in the group before, everyone always asked him before posting anything.

Kong Xunwen later just told everyone to mention it in the fan group.

The clip he was watching now was of him painting, but…

Kong Xunwen focused on the screen.

It was the demonstration painting of Qiu Zhijie he had done before the livestream giveaway. It was a beautiful image. Even though it was a rushed painting, he had done quite well. And also.

It was very handsome.

After the video finished playing, he paused and opened the comment section.

I’m just going to hiss, hiss, hiss. A handsome guy painting a handsome guy is absolutely amazing!

Isn’t that Qiu Zhijie?

Our CEO Qiu?! Brother Kong?!

His gaze sharpened, and Kong Xunwen clicked on the other comments beneath this one.

Huh? You know him?

Yes, I work at Zhijie Studio. We were quite sad when Brother Kong resigned, but it looks like Brother Kong is doing well now, haha. We never knew Brother Kong painted so beautifully before.

Wow, so Wenwen really did work at Zhijie Studio before.

Many people started asking questions under this comment, about Kong Xunwen, about Qiu Zhijie, and about that legendary boyfriend who had only appeared as a voice.

The person didn’t reply to the other questions, except for the last one about the boyfriend.

Brother Kong has a boyfriend?! I didn’t know about this.

Kong Xunwen nervously licked his lips.

Immediately, someone below shared the video edited by Little Boss.

I’m going to check it out!

“Buzz buzz!” A phone suddenly rang, followed by a loud thud.

Kong Xunwen took a deep breath. He picked up the phone Qiu Zhijie had just given him to answer the call while bending down to retrieve his own phone that had been startled out of his hand.

“Hello?”

It was indeed the call Qiu Zhijie mentioned—the dinner delivery.

Kong Xunwen responded and thanked the caller somewhat distractedly, lowering his eyes to open his own phone and look at the screen again.

That voice sounds like…

He continued reading the line he had just seen.

…it’s quite nice. Must be a handsome guy. I trust Brother Kong’s taste! [thumbs up jpg]

Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but smile, and his previous tension completely dissipated.

He had scared himself.

But actually, it wouldn’t matter even if they knew.

Now that he had calmed down, he started thinking this way.

He then looked at the phone that had hung up at some point, blinking. The phone was unlocked, and it was currently on the text message interface.

Did this person not set a password?

Kong Xunwen found it amusing. He glanced at the screen casually, and his expression suddenly froze.

Secretary Chen: …The Research Institute has been finalized. This is the initial contract. Please take a look.

He slightly raised the phone, holding the screen in front of him to ensure he wasn’t mistaken, and then clicked into the message.

It was a very long text. Kong Xunwen didn’t read it too carefully, but he quickly found the key point, reading every word clearly.

Variant Genetic Disorder.

After a moment, a knock on the door broke Kong Xunwen’s solitary paralysis. He closed his eyes, which were starting to feel sore from staring, exited the text message interface with Secretary Chen, turned off the phone, and got up to open the door.

When he returned with the dinner, Qiu Zhijie still hadn’t emerged.

Kong Xunwen knew why. He was always meticulous and was probably busy with his image maintenance routine.

Every time this happened, he always felt that the man was truly… a bit adorable.

Despite the image he projected outside.

The corner of his mouth, which had lifted at the thought, quickly dropped.

Kong Xunwen looked down at the phone clutched in his hand. He raised it, and with just that simple movement, the phone immediately unlocked and returned to the previous interface.

He was stunned. He looked at the phone and realized…

The man had recorded his fingerprint into his own phone at some point.

The youth’s shoulders suddenly slumped. He put the phone aside and raised his hands to cover his face.

These short two days… less than two days, felt like an illusion, a beautiful dream. It was so wonderful, everything was so smooth—his emotions, his career—so sweet.

But dreams must end.

The six characters “Variant Genetic Disorder” appearing before his eyes felt like a reminder.

The dream was about to end.

The chaotic thoughts he used to have when he was alone now rushed at him, almost doubled, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

The youth slumped on the sofa, looking up at the pale ceiling, feeling as if he were being drowned.

He was struggling to breathe.

Every heavy breath seemed to remind him of reality: he was sick, he could die at any moment, and he would bring sorrow and wounds to others.

He would bring unpleasant things.

It was so painful. The emotions in his heart gradually turned into reluctance, surging up like the tide on this night. His nose felt sore, and his eyes were moist.

The muffled sound of the bathroom door opening instantly pulled Kong Xunwen out of the deep sea of fantasy. He dragged his heavy body up, trying to pretend he was fine.

But his body betrayed him. He plopped back onto the sofa and leaned back.

Kong Xunwen felt a little lost.

Qiu Zhijie emerged, carrying a slight scent of steam. Seeing this, he walked closer, raising an eyebrow in speculation: “Did you fall asleep just now?”

After a pause, Kong Xunwen played along. He raised a hand and pressed his eyes, lowering his gaze, and nodded: “I think so.”

His slightly muffled voice offered a kind of explanation.

Qiu Zhijie approached, bent down, and raised a hand.

Warm skin touched his cheek. Kong Xunwen’s chin was lifted slightly, and then that warmth touched his reddened eyes: “Were you rubbing your eyes again?”

After a few seconds, Kong Xunwen shifted his gaze and gave a small nod.

Qiu Zhijie took this as guilt. He stroked his cheek again: “Alright, looks like you didn’t sleep well yesterday. Go to bed early tonight.”

Kong Xunwen suddenly looked up, meeting Qiu Zhijie’s slightly surprised eyes, and swallowed the words he wanted to say.

…He didn’t know why, or what he wanted to do.

He happened to see the dinner on the dining table behind Qiu Zhijie and said: “…I’m hungry.”

Qiu Zhijie didn’t say anything more upon hearing this: “Then let’s eat first.”

During the meal, Kong Xunwen felt that he hadn’t revealed anything amiss, but he didn’t notice the several glances Qiu Zhijie cast his way.

Qiu Zhijie withdrew his gaze, deep in thought.

After dinner, the two leaned against each other. Kong Xunwen scrolled through videos while Qiu Zhijie attempted some design work.

Leaning on the tatami in the study, Kong Xunwen watched for a while, though he wasn’t really absorbing anything. He looked up at Qiu Zhijie and realized: “Am I bothering you?”

Qiu Zhijie casually flipped past a page of unsatisfactory drafts, looked up, and the faint crease between his brows disappeared: “What?”

Kong Xunwen shook his head, already having his answer. He lay down on the tatami, holding his phone up in a strange position to scroll through videos.

When Qiu Zhijie pressed his slightly sore neck and looked up, he saw that the youth on the tatami had already fallen asleep, his brows furrowed and eyes closed.

The phone was still repeating a background music track. He got up, approached quietly, and crouched down, carefully observing the youth’s features. He raised his hand and lightly traced the furrowed space between the brows.

This position must be uncomfortable. It seems he was a bit too much yesterday.

He thought, a smile curving his lips.

Then, he carefully picked the person up. The youth seemed to sense the movement and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

He carried the youth carefully into the bedroom and placed him on the bed. Since he had learned that the youth liked particularly soft beds, he had replaced it when he returned. As soon as he set the person down, the bed sank, completely enveloping the youth.

After covering him with the blanket and watching him for a while, Qiu Zhijie reluctantly left.

He seemed to have an idea.

The bedroom door closed with a soft click. The youth on the bed, who had seemed to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

He had actually woken up when he was picked up.

He turned over to face the door, the blurry shapes in the darkness gradually coming into focus.

In solitude, he began to sink again… drowning, his chest heavy.

He was about to be overwhelmed.