His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 55

the young man’s cheek against his abdomen

“Little Kong is still young; he will have other emotional experiences later. It’s his first relationship, after all, so it’s inevitable…”

*

Kong Xunwen watched his teacher leave, feeling a bit reluctant, and also…

He was thinking about the conversation they had interrupted.

Qiu Zhijie walked up beside him, put an arm around his shoulder, and comforted him, “It’s alright, you’ll see him again.”

Kong Xunwen glanced back at him, lowered his eyes, and softly acknowledged the comment. The two walked back together.

Standing in the elevator, he felt several glances coming from the side, but Kong Xunwen didn’t notice. He was wondering how to start the topic. Should he just directly state what he thought was the best development for their relationship?

He chose the latter.

With a chime, the elevator doors slowly opened, revealing the young man and the man beside him, standing a short distance apart. The man turned to look at the young man, his brows furrowed.

How about we break up?

Kong Xunwen walked out, preparing himself mentally, repeating the sentence in his mind, so engrossed that he forgot the other protagonist beside him.

Qiu Zhijie followed, staring at the young man, only stepping out right before the elevator doors were about to close.

He walked beside Kong Xunwen, also silent, but the black eyes watching the young man had darkened, revealing something different.

Was it because of the conversation with the teacher just now? But he had heard it, and there was nothing abnormal about it.

And now, it reminded him of the conversation that had been interrupted before the phone call.

I think it would be better if we broke up.

Kong Xunwen opened the door and went in, sitting on the sofa. Soon after, the spot beside him slightly dipped, and a subtle warmth radiated from a delicate distance.

His eyes flickered. He finally noticed the rare silence of the person beside him, but he still wasn’t ready.

So, before long, the sound coming from the speakers next to the large screen broke the somewhat stiff and silent atmosphere. Bright color schemes, noisy, passionate dialogue, and sound effects…

It was still that same anime Kong Xunwen particularly liked.

As the screen played on, Kong Xunwen, for the first time, didn’t take anything in. He just repeatedly thought about and deliberated the words he was about to say.

It was also the first time Qiu Zhijie truly sat down quietly and watched the anime. Previously, he was always drawn to the person beside him. Now, he realized—

It was actually quite good.

He slowly relaxed his body.

I’ve thought about it carefully. Let’s break up.

Kong Xunwen was considering if this sentence would work when his waist suddenly tickled. He was startled, his whole body giving a slight shiver, and he turned his head to look.

Qiu Zhijie was still intently watching the anime playing on the screen, completely oblivious to his own action.

Kong Xunwen lowered his gaze. That hand was already placed on his waist beneath the hem of his clothes, gently stroking.

The young man pursed his lips, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.

That was the spot Qiu Zhijie had been particularly fond of sucking and nibbling these past few days, and it was also the most visibly marked area on his body.

During dinner, the two ate a meal that was both quiet and not quiet, accompanied by the anime. The only thing that wasn’t quiet was the continuously sounding speaker. Between the two of them, there was nothing but the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the sounds of chewing.

It was like they had tacitly entered a gentle cold war.

Let’s break up. We’re not compatible.

Kong Xunwen seemed to be watching the anime, but in reality, he was using his peripheral vision to look at the man beside him, only to see the other person completely focused, extremely serious, as if he were reviewing some relevant document.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the table. These were the results of Qiu Zhijie suddenly getting up and going to the kitchen during their silence.

It tasted very good, but he ate extremely slowly, chewing meticulously, taking very small bites.

Even so, he finished the entire bowl, which was then taken away by Qiu Zhijie, who seemed not to be paying attention to him and had already finished eating, without saying a word.

Kong Xunwen sat back on the sofa, scrolling through the fan group, which was wailing because he had taken the day off again. The words passed before his eyes, but none registered in his mind.

After washing up, the young man lay in bed, his body sinking into the mattress. The soft quilt emitted a faint, warm scent similar to Qiu Zhijie’s.

He stared at the blurry ceiling, completely sleepless, and suddenly spoke on impulse.

“Break up.”

The two words sounded firm, yet they trembled almost imperceptibly.

The moment these two words left his mouth, his own reaction became particularly intense. His hands, placed flat on his abdomen, clenched tightly, pinching his own skin, though the pain was minimal.

Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but bite down on his lip.

Only silence came from beside him. He stared at the pitch-black ceiling, only hearing the breathing of the person next to him. The unstable breath when he said those words exposed him.

“Break up,” he repeated again.

All the well-organized words he had prepared were useless now. Only these two words kept repeating, and Kong Xunwen himself didn’t know why.

It was as if only these two words could be uttered smoothly.

If he said one more word, or offered one more explanation, he felt he would lose control.

He couldn’t pay attention to the reaction of the person beside him, only hearing the increasingly violent thumping of his own heart, his increasingly rapid breathing, which, along with the words he spoke, almost made him gasp for air.

“Break up…”

He pressed his lips together, feeling as if he could taste a hint of blood.

“Bre—”

The warm lamp beside him suddenly turned on, cutting off Kong Xunwen’s sentence, followed by the man who sat up directly, no longer pretending to be asleep.

Then, Kong Xunwen’s vision was enveloped by a shadow. He subconsciously looked up, but everything was blurry, he couldn’t see anything clearly, only a silhouette pressing down on him.

That blurry shadow seemed to stiffen for a moment when it saw him. A slightly rough, ticklish sensation came from his cheek.

Kong Xunwen involuntarily shivered and closed his eyes.

That hand gently stroked and wiped his face.

He cautiously opened his eyes again. His vision became a little clearer. By the warm light beside him, he saw the face before him, but the clearest feature was the pair of black pupils filled with complex emotions.

The light falling into them illuminated them, like suppressed anger.

The pressure on his face was still so gentle, yet those eyes seemed to carry a hint of ruthlessness.

Kong Xunwen wasn’t afraid, but he suddenly realized that the tickling on his face wasn’t from being touched, but from his own tears.

“Why are you crying?” A low, husky voice fell.

The thin skin under his eyes was gently rubbed.

Kong Xunwen closed his eyes, his long eyelashes brushing against the fingernail.

He didn’t lift his eyes again, just kept looking down.

The breath drew closer little by little, warm and tentative near his lips. Seeing no reaction from him, it finally landed.

With lowered eyes, Kong Xunwen tilted his chin to meet it.

The other person kissed him and then stopped, not even going deep, as if confirming something. He quickly moved away and lay down beside him, reaching out to embrace him.

The palm of his hand stroked the young man’s cheek, wiping away his tears.

Kong Xunwen stopped crying and heard Qiu Zhijie say, “Sleep.”

The hand on his face moved to his back and gently patted him.

He pursed his lips. The warm lamp was still on, seemingly intended to provide him with some sense of security.

Kong Xunwen closed his eyes but couldn’t sleep.

Everything that happened today flashed through his mind, chaotic and disorganized. In a blink, the trending topic reappeared, the latest video posted on Lele’s account.

The unfamiliar, haggard face of the woman, her red eyes, the blood spreading little by little, and then suddenly everything turned white—

Kong Xunwen abruptly opened his eyes, his forehead and back covered in cold sweat.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but the light had been turned off at some point, and darkness had returned.

He quietly lifted the quilt.

The arm around his waist tightened. Kong Xunwen looked down and managed to see the outline of the arm in the darkness, pressed tightly against his skin.

His throat was dry.

Kong Xunwen gently pried the arm open and got out of bed.

The appliances in the living room glowed faintly. He didn’t ask the smart assistant to turn on the lights. Using the faint light, he poured himself a glass of water and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly outside.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

Kong Xunwen didn’t turn around.

Soon after, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

A head rested on his neck.

*

The next day was like any other, except both of them spoke very little. That evening, after washing up, they lay in bed.

Kong Xunwen kept his eyes open, listening to the deep, even breathing of the person beside him, who was already fast asleep.

But whenever he moved slightly, the embrace that held him always tightened further.

He shifted and turned over. Perhaps because of the nightmare from the previous night, he still didn’t feel like sleeping. His gaze fell on the man’s face, which was turned toward him.

The eyes were gently closed, but he inexplicably felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

In the darkness, the young man stared at the man’s face for a while, then suddenly moved, inching downward, guided by the control of those arms. His head rested against the man’s chest, his heart, his side waist…

The quilt puffed up significantly. The man’s arm felt somewhat empty, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Kong Xunwen lifted the shirt on the side of his face, exposing the abdomen underneath. He pressed his cheek against the warm skin, looking into the darkness before him. His hand rested beside his cheek, slowly moving downward, his fingertip probing, and then gently hooked.

Qiu Zhijie’s head, which had been turned to the side, shifted, tilting slightly back. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his already furrowed brow tightened further. His closed eyelids twitched, restless.

With a rapid intake of breath, the man suddenly opened his eyes wide. The arm he tightened felt somewhat empty, and the sensation he had initially thought was a dream did not fade with his waking.

He reached out and turned on the small, warm-colored lamp beside him. Then, with his other hand, he lifted the quilt. The young man’s cheek, resting on his abdomen, lifted. His face was flushed, visible even in the warm yellow light, and his eyes seemed moist.

A slightly cool temperature rubbed against his abdomen as the young man lifted his head, causing the muscles to involuntarily tense and become firm.

Qiu Zhijie paused, his gaze seemingly controlled as he stared intently at the young man pressed against his abdomen. The sleep shirt pushed up did not obstruct his view.

He could see the spot where the young man’s cheek and muscle were pressed together, and he could even see what the long, pale hand further down was doing.

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Zhijie reached out and cupped the flushed cheek. It was soft and burning hot.

“…Come up first…”

Kong Xunwen didn’t move. He just tilted his head, seemingly rubbing against the hand.

He looked at Qiu Zhijie for a few seconds, his fingers moving, satisfied to see the suppressed look on the man’s face.

Only then did he release his hand and sit up. Through the opening in the quilt that Qiu Zhijie had lifted, he climbed onto the man’s body. His other clean hand touched the face that was usually indifferent but now looked somewhat distressed, meeting the man’s gaze.

It felt like being stared at by some wild beast. Fine goosebumps rose on his arms, yet a sense of pleasure spread across his back.

The young man slowly lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to have turned red, and kissed the scorching lips.