His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 56

Crying Too Hard “From now on, let’s never separate.”

The young man’s forehead was slick with sweat, glistening like diamond-shaped water droplets. His neck, too, was damp as if he had been caught in the rain when he lifted his head.

He raised a hand, pressing down a tree branch, closing the distance between them further and further, yet still feeling it wasn’t enough.

It was raining outside the window.

The torrential rain, signaling the arrival of summer, beat against the glass, leaving mottled streaks.

Kong Xunwen murmured, “It’s still too light, harder…”

The man cradled the back of his neck, his thumb gently stroking the reddened collarbone, coaxing, “That wouldn’t be good for your body.”

The young man’s brows were slightly furrowed, and his narrowed eyes opened a little. His pupils were still unfocused, and he pouted at Qiu Zhijie. “I want it.”

“Be good.”

Not getting his way, Kong Xunwen frowned, trying hard to blink. His vision was still somewhat blurry, but he had sobered up slightly.

“I want it.”

“I know.”

But it remained the same; he hadn’t actually listened to him.

Kong Xunwen turned his head, suddenly feeling incredibly wronged. His heart felt twisted, and his nose stung. He looked at the dim yellow light and repeated his request.

It was still the same. Why did he have to be like this too? Was he bullying him?

The young man tightly pressed his moist lips together. An itch at the corner of his eye, and tears slid down.

He didn’t want to be seen, so he raised an arm to cover his eyes, hoping to compose himself. But the tears wouldn’t stop; instead, they seemed to surge even more because his vision was blocked.

Qiu Zhijie stopped all movement, even cutting short what they were doing.

Kong Xunwen felt even worse, and his tears became increasingly uncontrollable.

“What’s wrong?”

A voice came from beside his ear. Skin lightly covered in sweat pressed against the quilt. Kong Xunwen still didn’t lower his arm; only his exposed lips were bitten white.

Qiu Zhijie touched them, pressing down. “Don’t bite.”

Turning his head away, Kong Xunwen didn’t want to listen to him. He wouldn’t let him do anything, wouldn’t grant any of his wishes.

He seemed to be feeling wronged because of this, but he couldn’t truly deceive himself. Kong Xunwen knew clearly in his heart that this wasn’t the root cause.

Were they right to be together? But did they really have to separate?

Why was he so conflicted yet so reluctant to let go?

Rather than feeling wronged by Qiu Zhijie, he was angry at himself.

Kong Xunwen released his teeth from his lip, parting his mouth. “Let’s break up.”

Qiu Zhijie’s fingers were still resting on his lips, listening and simultaneously feeling the change in the young man as he spoke those two words.

His entire body stiffened, and the fingers touching the soft lips went numb.

After a moment, he spoke stiffly, “Don’t say that. Didn’t we move past what happened yesterday?”

Kong Xunwen was silent.

Qiu Zhijie tried to let the matter go, just as he had yesterday, moving closer to embrace him.

“I want to break up.” Kong Xunwen, however, started to choke up first.

The hand on his lips pressed down, this time simply not giving him a chance to speak those words.

Qiu Zhijie said calmly, “No.”

Kong Xunwen’s mouth was covered. Hearing that, he simply opened his mouth and bit down, but the hand showed no intention of moving away, only trembling slightly the moment he bit it.

He couldn’t bear to bite too hard and quickly let go. Kong Xunwen pressed his lips together, trying to utter those two words into the palm of the hand.

Suddenly, there was movement beside him. Qiu Zhijie seemed to have propped himself up.

His vision brightened, but it was still blurry. Tears never stopped flowing.

Kong Xunwen struggled with his arm. The place where he was held was gripped with unyielding force, pressing his arm down hard, finally pinning it against the pillow beside his ear. The sound amplified in his ear, making his eyelashes tremble.

In his blurred vision, those dark eyes reappeared, glowing faintly with fire. Even though he couldn’t see many things clearly, that flicker of anger was unmistakable.

His struggling movements froze. Kong Xunwen was suddenly speechless, but then came even more resolute words.

He took a deep breath. “Let go of me.”

The hand pressing down on his wrist didn’t relax at all, controlling him tightly like a vise. The other hand snaked up from his waist, coming to rest on his cheek.

“Why are you saying something like that? Aren’t we dating? Didn’t we just meet my parents this morning, and I met your teacher?”

Qiu Zhijie tried hard to control himself, but Kong Xunwen still heard a slight tremor in his voice.

Tears slid down the corner of his eye again, disobediently. He couldn’t even raise a hand to wipe them away, so he just tilted his head, trying to avoid Qiu Zhijie’s gaze.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he gritted his teeth, not wanting his choked voice to be noticed.

The hand on his cheek abruptly lifted his face, forcing all the emotions and changes on his face to be displayed before his eyes.

Qiu Zhijie’s lips were pressed down and taut, as if he were trying desperately to restrain something.

Kong Xunwen blinked. His vision cleared slightly. He knew exactly what this was; he had occasionally seen this expression during the three years they worked together.

He was controlling his anger.

However, he had never imagined that one day, Qiu Zhijie would show this expression because of him.

But he deserved this.

Kong Xunwen stared stubbornly for a moment, then lowered his eyes, letting the droplets break through his already wet lower lashes.

The pressure on his wrist and face suddenly lessened. He instinctively moved, only to find that it was just less painful; he was still within Qiu Zhijie’s control.

Qiu Zhijie stared quietly at the young man beneath him, watching him reveal an expression of avoidance, refusing to look at him. A soft chuckle suddenly escaped his throat.

The young man didn’t even raise his eyes at this abnormality, just pursed his lips like a stone—no, like jade.

Qiu Zhijie didn’t look away because of this, maintaining the distance, watching the young man’s damp eyelashes, watching those lips that were clearly soft yet so rigid, as if they had grown swords.

He softened his voice. “How can it mean nothing? You promised me you would be my boyfriend, remember? We’ve only been together for such a short time, and we’re always apart. I always feel like the time we spend together isn’t long enough, yet you’re still thinking about leaving me—”

His pace quickened. Qiu Zhijie gently used the index finger of the hand controlling the young man’s cheek to press the dampness beneath his eye, concluding, “It must be because we haven’t been together long enough.”

“From now on, let’s never separate.”

Kong Xunwen suddenly looked up, shocked to find not a trace of jest in the man’s dark eyes. He parted his lips, his gaze fixed on the eyes of the person who had just spoken those words.

They were clearly bloodshot, appearing blood-red under the orange light.

He was stunned for a moment, then spoke, his voice so light it sounded unsure:

“…I shouldn’t have agreed to you in the first place…”

As the words left his mouth, he was the first to look away, as if sharp thorns were stuck in his throat. The acute pain prevented the words he wanted to use to explain from coming out.

It wasn’t the first time he realized he wasn’t good with words, but it was the first time he found that he truly hated this about himself.

Kong Xunwen’s lips trembled, and he finally let the sentence sink into the silence.

The air was silent for a long time, and his heart was suspended for just as long. He was afraid of hearing that sentence, and afraid of not hearing it, afraid that he would say more hurtful things like that.

A slightly strained swallowing sound.

Qiu Zhijie was stiff for a while. “Do you have to talk like this?”

His voice was almost unrecognizable from his usual tone.

He took a sharp breath. “You used to call me sharp-tongued? Now look, who is the one saying these things? Or is this your revenge on me?”

A hot, quickly cooling droplet landed on his cheek, mingling with the existing dampness.

Kong Xunwen looked up in astonishment. His vision was momentarily clouded before clearing, and he saw those hurt dark eyes. He couldn’t discern any other emotion, but the feeling he had just experienced wasn’t fake.

He shook his head slightly in a panic. No, he didn’t want this. How did it turn out like this?

One hand was controlled, and the other was pinned down. Kong Xunwen couldn’t reach out to comfort Qiu Zhijie, so he had to speak, trying hard to articulate his thoughts.

“No, I mean, if, if I ended up like Wan Yongle… I… if we weren’t together, without feelings, you wouldn’t be so sad… I shouldn’t have been like that in the first place. How could I be so irresponsible… and say those things to you? I didn’t mean to…”

But it was a mess. Everything he hadn’t even sorted out himself was laid bare before Qiu Zhijie, letting him hear everything clearly, completely, without reservation.

As the young man spoke, his eyes filled with moisture again, shimmering, covering up the guilt, regret, and countless complex emotions underneath. He kept looking up at him, then lowering his eyes again.

He spoke too frantically, and the choked sob that escaped made him feel even more ashamed. He stopped talking, wanting to raise his hand to wipe away all the excess tears, but he couldn’t even move his hands.

He could only slightly part his lips, breathing constantly, trying to expel the blockage in his chest, yet he couldn’t fully clear it.

His body was naked, his face and eyes were naked, and now even his soul and heart felt completely exposed, empty, with nothing left.

He turned his head, trying to hide himself in this way.

He didn’t know why he was suddenly so sad, so incredibly sad, and so he cried harder and harder. The sound was muffled, but the movement of his body grew more intense. He trembled silently, trying little by little to curl up into himself.

Qiu Zhijie watched and listened. The little anger he had vanished completely, leaving only helplessness and heartache.

He was crying too hard. Qiu Zhijie released his hands, and the young man immediately raised them to cover his face, as if to conceal his entire being.

He could only gently pat the young man’s back, stroking downward, not daring to say a single word. Just quietly, his heart becoming tranquil, he stayed with him.

Then, little by little, their somewhat awkward posture shifted. The man sat up, and the young man clung tightly to him like a vine wrapped around his body, his arms around his neck, his face and head buried in his neck, his spine encased beneath the skin, like skin made of jade.

Qiu Zhijie wrapped both of them in the quilt, then wrapped the young man within his own embrace. There was no barrier between them, allowing them to clearly feel each other’s heartbeats, breaths, and every subtle tremor.

The crying had stopped, but Kong Xunwen still craved the current warmth and intimacy with his lover.

He didn’t say anything. He was also very tired, so under the continuous, gentle strokes on his back, he slowly closed his moist eyes, his long lashes falling, sinking into sleep.

Qiu Zhijie looked down, hearing the young man’s deep, regular breathing, and remained still for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally got up, quietly went to the bathroom, wrung out a warm towel, and wiped the young man’s face. He changed the towel and wiped his body clean as well.

The young man, separated from him, slept restlessly. Qiu Zhijie checked the quilt and the bed, finding no marks, so he gave up and took a steam eye mask from the bedside drawer to put on the young man.

Before putting it on, his fingers touched the red, slightly swollen eyelids and the skin beneath his eyes. He had truly cried so hard.

Having done everything, he finally pulled the young man into his arms. Kong Xunwen unconsciously relaxed his body even in his sleep.