TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 66

Chapter 64: The Body Is More Honest Than Reason

Qi Yanwang directly opened the door and entered the house, and Zhuo Huaimo had just finished showering. His hair was still dripping wet, and his white bathrobe was loosely tied at the waist.

He looked up in surprise, “You…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was pinned against the wall in the entryway.

Qi Yanwang’s kiss fell like a storm, carrying the astringency of wine and the heat of jealousy.

Zhuo Huaimo’s head hit the frame of the hanging picture, and he pushed him away in pain,

“Qi Yanwang, what madness are you spouting again!”

“Where did he touch you?”

Qi Yanwang asked, biting his collarbone, and roughly tore open the bathrobe tie with his fingers,

“The sofa? The bedroom? Or this bed you’re on now?”

His voice was terribly hoarse, and his scalding palm imprinted on Zhuo Huaimo’s waist.

Zhuo Huaimo finally reacted and trembled with anger,

“It’s none of your business!”

He raised his knee to kick, but Qi Yanwang blocked it with his thigh.

His answer completely enraged Qi Yanwang, who ripped off the bathrobe from his body.

The cold wall made Zhuo Huaimo’s back break out in goosebumps.

“Slap—”

Zhuo Huaimo slapped him across the face. Qi Yanwang stopped all movements, his forehead resting against his shoulder as he gasped for breath.

Only then did Zhuo Huaimo realize that he was shaking, like a trapped beast forced into a corner.

Those always arrogant eyes were red at the moment, and the eyelashes were wet with moisture.

“Is there?”

Qi Yanwang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, trembling, and finally asked the question in his heart,

“This past year, you guys…”

His voice came to an abrupt halt, as if merely repeating it caused him unbearable pain.

Zhuo Huaimo was stunned.

The Qi Yanwang in front of him—vulnerable, embarrassed, yet stubbornly making one’s heart ache.

It was as if he saw the Qi Yanwang he had abandoned a year ago, who was still stubbornly persistent—

He had never changed!

Almost against his will, he stroked the back of the other’s neck,

“No!”

Zhuo Huaimo’s voice was as light as a sigh.

These words seemed to flip a switch.

Qi Yanwang suddenly picked him up horizontally and strode up the stairs.

Zhuo Huaimo bit his shoulder in the jostling,

“Put me down!”

Qi Yanwang ignored him and kicked open the bedroom door.

The moment he sank into the down comforter, Zhuo Huaimo finally reached for the bedside lamp to hit someone, but his wrist was grabbed and pinned to the pillow.

Qi Yanwang’s kiss landed on his eyelid,

“Look at me.”

That voice was so gentle it was almost a plea, “I want you to see who I am.”

Moonlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling window, gilding the intertwined figures with silver edges.

In a daze, Zhuo Huaimo’s gaze involuntarily fell on Qi Yanwang’s taut jawline.

He saw beads of sweat slowly rolling down his Adam’s apple, dripping onto his chest.

At that moment, familiarity rushed in like a surging tide. This angle, this temperature, were identical to the fragments deep in his memory.

The body’s reaction always came faster than reason. Before he could even think, he had already softened uncontrollably.

He had to admit that since Qi Yanwang had re-entered his world, the body’s desire for this person had been instantly ignited, and those sealed memories had awakened with it.

Zhuo Huaimo repeatedly warned himself in his heart that this was just a natural reaction, as natural as eating and breathing, the most primal need of mankind.

This was definitely not love, nor did it mean that they were back together. Such intimacy shouldn’t count as violating that terrifying curse.

“Focus.”

Qi Yanwang’s voice sounded in his ear, with a hint of undeniable tenderness.

He placed a kiss on his sweaty temple, his voice full of longing,

“In the past year, I’ve dreamed of this moment countless times.”

“Tell me, you still have me in your heart.”

Qi Yanwang’s voice was hoarse and eager, with a hint of almost begging, “Even if it’s just a little bit…”

As the morning light quietly shone through the gauze curtains onto the edge of the bed, Qi Yanwang gently wrapped his arms around the drowsy Zhuo Huaimo from behind.

His fingers gently slid over the faint marks on Zhuo Huaimo’s waist, as if recalling something, or feeling sorry.

“If I hadn’t lied to you back then…” His voice was as low as a murmur.

“No ifs.”

Zhuo Huaimo closed his eyes, slowly turned around, and gently rested his forehead against Qi Yanwang’s chest, and said softly,

“Sleep.”

The sun gradually brightened, casting dappled shadows in the room through the slits in the curtains.

Qi Yanwang propped himself up and stared intently at Zhuo Huaimo in his arms. In the sunlight, Zhuo Huaimo’s eyelashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings, each undulation tugging at Qi Yanwang’s heart.

He couldn’t help but reach out a finger and gently touch those long eyelashes. Zhuo Huaimo seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, and moved his body gently.

“Have you looked enough?” Zhuo Huaimo suddenly opened his mouth, his voice still carrying lingering sleepiness.

Qi Yanwang smiled gently, his eyes full of love,

“Not enough, I’ll never have enough for a lifetime.”

Zhuo Huaimo slowly opened his eyes, meeting Qi Yanwang’s affectionate gaze.

He was slightly stunned, but after a moment, he still didn’t say what was in his heart. Obviously, after last night, the relationship between them had become more complicated and delicate.

“Still embarrassed?” Qi Yanwang gently touched Zhuo Huaimo’s face.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

Zhuo Huaimo slapped his hand away, sat up, and the quilt slipped off, revealing the faint marks on his body.

He pretended to be calm and said, “It’s just mutual comfort between adults.”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Qi Yanwang’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination,

“At least you can’t deny that the feeling between us is still so special——”

“I don’t deny it.”

Zhuo Huaimo said as he reached for his pajamas,

“But what can this change?”

“This is the bond between us.”

Qi Yanwang gently grasped his hand, his eyes firm, “I understand you better than anyone else, your preferences, your habits, every look in your eyes…”

He leaned close to Zhuo Huaimo’s ear, his voice soft and firm, “I will make you believe in me again.”

Zhuo Huaimo pushed him away, and the phone on the bedside table rang.

The caller ID displayed “Shao Fan”. He subconsciously wanted to push Qi Yanwang away,

“I’ll take a call.”

Qi Yanwang didn’t budge, stretched out his long arm and pressed the speakerphone directly,

“Put it on speaker.”

“You!”

Zhuo Huaimo tried to snatch the phone, but Qi Yanwang grabbed his wrist and pressed it above his head.

“Mo?”

Shao Fan’s gentle voice came from the speaker, “Are you awake? Are you free today? I wanted to…”

“Director Shao, he’s not free!”

Qi Yanwang directly provoked, “We were tired last night, and we need to rest well today!”

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhuo Huaimo took the opportunity to break free and snatched the phone.

“Peter, what’s the matter?”

Zhuo Huaimo didn’t explain anything about last night, just said,

“Okay, send me the address, I’ll go over in a bit!”

Shao Fan repeatedly urged, hoping to see him alone.

Zhuo Huaimo glanced at Qi Yanwang and said “Okay” lightly,

“I understand!”

Qi Yanwang jumped up from the bed immediately, “You’re going to see him again!”

Zhuo Huaimo looked at him calmly, “Thanks to you, otherwise we could have finished talking last night!”

“That kid is not a good person, he’s looking for you for no good!”

Zhuo Huaimo didn’t bother to pay attention to him and went directly to the bathroom to wash up.

Qi Yanwang leaned against the bathroom door, watching Zhuo Huaimo lower his head to wash his face, water droplets sliding down his chin and dripping onto the sink.

He was silent for a moment, then finally opened his mouth, “Do you still believe me?”

Zhuo Huaimo raised his head, looked at him through the mirror, and said coldly,

“What do you think?”

Qi Yanwang smiled wryly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes,

“At least there’s one thing, I’ve never sincerely wanted to hurt you.”

Zhuo Huaimo pulled a towel to wipe his face, turned to face him, his eyes with a hint of sarcasm,

“But because of you, directly or indirectly, I have suffered a lot.”

Qi Yanwang was choked by his words, and was speechless for a moment.

He took a deep breath and changed his approach,

“You tell Shao Fan that I invested in his movie.”

Zhuo Huaimo was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly,

“What do you mean? What do you want to do?”

Qi Yanwang answered directly,

“I want him to stay away from you. I told him that yesterday too, but he wasn’t willing.”

Zhuo Huaimo sneered,

“Do you think everyone is like you?”

Qi Yanwang chuckled, his eyes with a hint of complexity,

“I’m really glad you didn’t take Xingyue Media back back then.”

He threw a stack of documents onto the sheets, and the papers scattered at Zhuo Huaimo’s feet.

He bent down and picked up the top one. In the surveillance screenshots from the Macau casino, Shao Fan was pushing his chips onto the gambling table.

“You think he’s looking for you just for the movie?”

He handed the documents to Zhuo Huaimo, “Look at these debt lists, he owes more than just usury.”

Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips tightened on the edge of the paper,

“You investigated him?”

“I investigate everyone who gets close to you.”

Qi Yanwang pulled his bathrobe over and tied the belt, “Including the stagehand who went to visit him last year and delivered coffee to you alone.”

Zhuo Huaimo’s heart was shocked. This past year, that person’s attention and protection towards him had never been interrupted.

“What exactly do you want to do?”

Qi Yanwang wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder,

“Fifty million is enough for him to fill all the holes. The condition is—”

“I can’t see him anymore.”

Zhuo Huaimo continued, his voice terribly calm, “Why are you doing this?”

Qi Yanwang’s fingers gently stroked the back of Zhuo Huaimo’s neck, his voice low and firm,

“From your reaction last night, I know you don’t have any feelings for him anymore.”

Zhuo Huaimo’s body stiffened slightly, but did not refute.

“I understand what he represents in your heart—perhaps it’s a regret from your youth, or perhaps it’s a concern out of old friendship.”

Qi Yanwang’s breath brushed his ear, “This time I’m helping him, it’s for your sake. Just consider it…fulfilling your wish.”

Zhuo Huaimo turned around and looked directly into Qi Yanwang’s eyes, “When did you become so generous?”

“Never generous.”

Qi Yanwang chuckled, but his eyes were exceptionally serious,

“I just can’t tolerate this person continuing to live in your heart. After this time, he must disappear completely—from your memory, from your life.”

He reached out and smoothed Zhuo Huaimo’s furrowed brows, “Besides my own petty jealousy, more importantly…”

His voice suddenly became dangerous, “I can’t let him have the opportunity to hurt you. Otherwise, I will use even more despicable means to deal with him. For example…”

He paused and continued, “Bribing all the investors to block him, or having the tax bureau investigate his studio’s accounts…”

He smiled, “You know, I can do it!”

Zhuo Huaimo understood that he could indeed do it.

He also understood that these words were for Shao Fan’s ears, but even more so for his!

Qi Yanwang stuffed the documents into his hand, “Tell him this is the best choice he has now. And…”

He paused, his eyes becoming sharp,

“You better personally confirm to him that the boss of Xingyue Media is me now. Otherwise, he will always try to get to you.”

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a bright dividing line between the two.

Zhuo Huaimo looked at the documents in his hand and suddenly smiled,

“Qi Yanwang, you’re really a bastard!”

“Yeah.”

Qi Yanwang admitted frankly, “If I weren’t a bastard, how could I chase my wife?”

He released his embrace and took a checkbook from the bedside table, signing his name with a flourish.

“Fifty million, to buy his eternal disappearance.”

When handing the check to Zhuo Huaimo, his fingertips trembled slightly,

“This is the last time I will tolerate him appearing in your world. Tell him this is his only choice now!”

Zhuo Huaimo took the check, the thin piece of paper seeming to weigh a thousand pounds.

He looked up at Qi Yanwang and found that the other’s eyes were actually filled with a trace of entreaty—this always arrogant man was now afraid that he would refuse.

“Okay.”

Zhuo Huaimo finally nodded, “I’ll go see him. But you have to promise me one thing.”

Qi Yanwang raised an eyebrow.

“No matter what happens today, you’re not allowed to interfere.”

Qi Yanwang’s brow furrowed immediately, but Zhuo Huaimo’s eyes made it impossible for him to refuse.

He took a deep breath,

“Deal. But I’ll have the driver follow you. You have to be back before noon! Otherwise, I’ll come pick you up myself!”

“As you wish.”

Zhuo Huaimo turned and walked towards the cloakroom, his voice calm.

But this “As you wish” bloomed in Qi Yanwang’s world!