His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 54

Did the guest not have time today?

“Buzz—Buzz—”

Kong Xunwen took a sharp breath, suddenly snapping back to reality as if emerging from deep, suffocating water.

The scorching heat on his shoulder paused slightly, then pressed down gently, adding a bit of weight.

He heard Qiu Zhijie ask, “What were you trying to say just now?”

Kong Xunwen swallowed dryly. He turned his head and saw the man had lifted his head at some point and was staring at him, his face expressionless. Only when the phone vibrated did he move slightly, frowning.

He parted his lips, momentarily speechless, the courage he had just gathered seemingly draining away.

He shifted his gaze. The vibration started again. After a few seconds of silence, Kong Xunwen said, “Answer the call first.”

Without waiting for Qiu Zhijie to speak, he stood up and walked toward the phone.

The man was left looking at his empty embrace, then raised his eyes to look at the young man’s back, and finally stood up as well.

It was his teacher’s call.

A sense of guilt rose in Kong Xunwen’s heart—for his teacher, and also for Qiu Zhijie, who was following behind him.

He felt like he had let many people down.

He answered the call. His teacher’s voice on the other end was completely cheerful. Even though the first call hadn’t connected, he only asked with slight confusion, “I checked, and you weren’t streaming. Why didn’t you answer the phone just now?”

A head stretched over his shoulder, leaning in to look at the screen. Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but tilt his head away.

As if the previous interlude hadn’t happened, Qiu Zhijie saw this and rubbed his cheek against the young man’s. Dissatisfied with being pushed away, he nudged him again, while his other hand wrapped around Kong Xunwen’s waist from behind and pointed at the phone in front of them.

Inside, Yun Yueluan hadn’t received an answer and was wondering, “Hello? Little Kong?”

Kong Xunwen immediately ignored Qiu Zhijie and stammered a lie into the phone receiver, “Just now… the signal was a bit bad… so…”

Yun Yueluan didn’t doubt him. Hearing this, he happily explained the reason for the call: “I’ve already gotten off the plane. I checked the address you sent me earlier, and it only takes half an hour to get there.”

Kong Xunwen tilted his head, bumping into the man pressed close to him, listening to the receiver. He ignored him for the moment and repeated in a confused tone, “The address I sent you?”

“Yes, didn’t you send it to me? I saved it right away. What was the name of that complex again…”

As the voice on the other end spoke, Kong Xunwen turned his head and met a face that was both slightly guilty and utterly self-assured, smiling at him.

It was a hazy night when Qiu Zhijie unlocked the phone and sent the address. He knew the young man’s original plan was likely to prevent him from appearing before his teacher.

At a time like this, a little scheming was necessary.

Of course, guilt was also necessary.

He had already prepared to be exposed, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so suddenly.

He glanced at the man and received a kiss pressed against him. Kong Xunwen tilted his head, and the kiss landed near his ear. He struggled to wedge one hand between them while speaking to his teacher, “…Right, I forgot just now. Are you still there? Do you want me to come pick you up?”

“No need for that, I can manage myself, don’t worry. Or do you not trust me?”

Lowering his eyes, Kong Xunwen listened to the feigned unhappy voice on the other end, a smile curving his lips. “No…”

The hand that was originally trying to push Qiu Zhijie away lost its strength and unconsciously began to stroke gently, moving from the side of the man’s face down to his earlobe.

Qiu Zhijie was very close to the young man. He looked at the young man speaking on the phone, leaned in closer, and lightly kissed the side of his face. Noticing the warmth spreading to his earlobe, he lowered his gaze and stopped moving.

However, the earlobe, adorned with a square yellow diamond, quietly flushed red. The hand that had wrapped around his waist at some point was now lifting the young man’s shirt hem, rubbing against the fair, strong skin of his lower abdomen.

Long, beautiful fingers slid gently and ambiguously, occasionally revealing patches of red marks beneath his touch.

When the teacher hung up the phone, Kong Xunwen finally came back to his senses. His fingertips were fiddling with the slightly cool earring, which had been warmed by his touch. The sharp edge of the ornament pressed against his fingertip, feeling somewhat rounded.

He froze, his gaze following his uncontrollable hand, and he saw the blood-like red next to the translucent yellow.

His fingers trembled. The scorching heat next to the cool metal seemed to burn through his fingertip and into his heart.

Kong Xunwen quickly pulled his hand back, then unconsciously glanced at that patch of red.

Sensing this, Qiu Zhijie’s Adam’s apple bobbed. One hand was still under the young man’s shirt at his waist, and the other reached out, trying to bring the retracted hand back to where it was.

“What’s wrong? Why did you pull back? Touch me again…” He leaned closer and closer until Kong Xunwen’s field of vision was filled only with those dark eyes.

A faint light flickered, carrying a seductive meaning, as if tempting him to fall into hell.

His voice was low, the intimate tone reserved for lovers.

“I like it…”

Outside the window, the sun was brilliant. The bright sunlight was filtered by the lifted white sheer curtain, casting a soft, pale color onto the intimately kissing lovers.

Kong Xunwen’s mind was a chaotic mess, and the person pressed against him was clearly not much clearer.

Until a thought, like a bolt of lightning, split through his muddled mind.

That’s right! His teacher was coming over soon!

His eyes instantly cleared, though still carrying the moistness of passion. He raised his hand to push away the man pressing down on him, holding down the hand that had silently crept up his chest. “Wait.”

Qiu Zhijie was displeased at being stopped. Without even lifting his head, he bit and rubbed a small patch of skin over the protruding ribs of the young man’s taut abdomen where he was kissing.

“Hiss—” Kong Xunwen simply grabbed the man’s dark hair and pulled him up.

Qiu Zhijie also hissed.

Kong Xunwen pushed him away. Qiu Zhijie followed the force and flopped down beside him, then placed one hand behind his head, propping himself up to look at the young man who was straightening his clothes in the mirror on the cabinet nearby.

He said softly, “Did the guest not have time today?”

This affected posturing sounded quite convincing. Kong Xunwen had mostly tidied his clothes, but the flush on his face wouldn’t disappear quickly, nor would his slightly swollen lips.

Fortunately, there were no marks on the exposed skin.

Walking over to the man who had deliberately spoken that line, Kong Xunwen bent down, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in his eyes, yet his lips were curved. He hooked his finger under the man’s chin and pretended to look him over coolly. “You look decent, but…”

Seeing the man raise an eyebrow in anticipation, he suddenly let go. “Enough. Teacher will be here soon, don’t mess around.”

He stood up, gave a final, fleeting glance, and then pattered out the door, his steps seemingly carrying a light, cheerful rhythm.

In the empty room, only the man remained, finally relaxing on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, a smile on his lips, taking a deep breath.

*

It was a while before Qiu Zhijie emerged. He carried a hint of steam, had changed his clothes, styled his hair, and swapped out his small accessories. Only the square yellow diamond on his earlobe remained, just as before.

And the bright red earlobe.

From the man’s constant pacing, Kong Xunwen realized something was off; it turned out he could get nervous too.

He sat on the sofa, watching the spectacle, but hadn’t forgotten that Qiu Zhijie had brought this upon himself.

He just hadn’t planned on settling the score yet.

Remembering something, a trace of sadness crossed the young man’s lowered eyes.

The doorbell rang. The doorbell, which hadn’t been used before, now served its purpose. Yun Yueluan’s voice came through: “Little Kong! It’s me.”

Naturally, Qiu Hanzhuo and the other person had arrived too suddenly before, specializing in catching them off guard.

Kong Xunwen subconsciously looked at the man who had just been pacing beside him.

At some point, he had left his spot and moved to stand behind the front door.

So proactive?

Kong Xunwen walked over, only to find that Qiu Zhijie was just standing there blankly, not moving.

Speechless for a moment, he pulled Qiu Zhijie aside. As he was about to open the door, he softened and turned back to give a warning: “I’m opening the door.”

Qiu Zhijie nodded firmly, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the door in front of him.

Yun Yueluan finally saw the door open, scanning the familiar face of the young man. He looked quite flushed? Without thinking much, his gaze continued inward, looking for the other person who should appear.

His eyes landed on the tall man, and he paused, examining him closely.

He seemed a little familiar?

But just looking at him…

He was flashy, decked out in gold and silver. Clearly the type who liked to dress up, a social butterfly.

Yun Yueluan made a mental assessment but didn’t show it.

Kong Xunwen stepped aside. “Teacher, please come in.”

After entering, Yun Yueluan sat down on the familiar sofa. This time, Qiu Zhijie sat on the edge next to him. He had followed Kong Xunwen almost step for step and now sat down beside the young man, though he appeared outwardly calm.

He then offered Yun Yueluan a slightly stiff smile. “Hello, Teacher. A-Wen often speaks of you.”

Yun Yueluan’s expression was neutral, a stark contrast to his attitude when he met Kong Xunwen alone before.

He nodded, just about to say something, when a thought suddenly struck him. “You’re Qiu Zhijie?”

Qiu Zhijie looked at the young man beside him, slightly surprised. It sounded like this wasn’t something he had heard from A-Wen.

The next sentence confirmed this.

Yun Yueluan: “Little Kong used to work for you, right?”

Hearing this, Qiu Zhijie slowly nodded. “Yes.”

Kong Xunwen was worried he might say something inappropriate and quickly interjected, “But we only developed feelings and got together afterward.”

Yun Yueluan’s eyebrows twitched. He nodded, then looked at the two very stiff people in front of him, sighing inwardly. He spoke, “That’s good. It’s time for Little Kong to be in a relationship.”

“By the way, are we having lunch here later?” He changed the subject, not dwelling on the matter.

Qiu Zhijie took over the conversation, maintaining a semblance of composure. “It depends on you. If you’d like to try my cooking, that’s fine too.”

Yun Yueluan was genuinely surprised. He looked at him curiously. “No need. It’s getting late now, and I won’t be staying too long. I just came to see Little Kong. I have to leave around three.”

Kong Xunwen frowned upon hearing this. “That fast?”

Although he was somewhat prepared for his teacher’s quick visit, he still felt a sense of reluctance.

Yun Yueluan smiled. “Yes, it is…” He paused, glanced at Qiu Zhijie, and without waiting for him to move away, continued frankly, “Something suddenly came up back home. I originally thought I could visit you while I was passing through.”

Home, meaning his old home, that courtyard.

Thinking of his familiar courtyard, Kong Xunwen hesitated. Under Qiu Zhijie’s suddenly intense gaze, he simply nodded. “Alright then.”

They went out and ate at a private restaurant Qiu Zhijie found. Afterward, Qiu Zhijie went to get the car, leaving Kong Xunwen and Yun Yueluan alone.

“He’s the one I told you about before,” Yun Yueluan stated with certainty.

Kong Xunwen had mentioned him when his teacher visited last time, though they weren’t together yet. Now they were.

Kong Xunwen nodded gently.

A hand pressed down on his head. “Not bad. Are you happy being with him?”

He nodded. Happy, but… he remembered what he had been about to say when the phone call interrupted them. Soon, he would be the one to actively seek unhappiness.

Thinking of this, Kong Xunwen already felt a little sad. He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and looked at his teacher. “I’m very happy. He… he’s good.”

*

“Hello?” Yun Yueluan watched the figures gradually receding behind him as he answered the phone. He listened to the person on the other end, thought for a moment, and said, “It’s alright. It’s just one relationship…”