TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 85

Chapter 83: The Fighting Power of a Husky

The recording studio for “Entertainment Frontline” was brightly lit. Zhuo Huaimo, as a special guest, sat next to the host.

Qi Yanwang stood in the shadows offstage, his gaze fixed on the person on stage.

“Director Zhuo, I heard that you’ve chosen an art film for your comeback?”

The host asked with a smile, “Many fans are expecting you to make another commercial blockbuster.”

Zhuo Huaimo nodded slightly, his slender fingers lightly tapping the sofa armrest. ” ‘The Homecoming’ tells a story about finding oneself, which resonates with my current state of mind.”

The fan section below the stage immediately erupted in screams.

Qi Yanwang frowned and gave a stagehand a look, who immediately signaled the audience to be quiet.

“What do you think is the biggest change since your comeback?”

Zhuo Huaimo’s gaze unconsciously drifted towards the audience below, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “I have a ‘guardian’ who keeps an eye on me 24 hours a day.”

The camera immediately cut to Qi Yanwang, who was looking down and writing something on a schedule. Noticing the camera, he looked up and met Zhuo Huaimo’s eyes.

This moment was precisely captured by the camera, and that night,

#Guardian’s Gaze#

soared to the top three trending topics.

After the recording ended, in the dressing room.

“You did it on purpose.”

Qi Yanwang draped his coat over Zhuo Huaimo’s shoulders. “Flirting with me on stage.”

Zhuo Huaimo adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, looking at him in the reflection. “Manager Qi, it’s called showmanship.”

He turned around, his fingertip tracing Qi Yanwang’s tie. “Besides, aren’t you enjoying it?”

Before Qi Yanwang could retort, the assistant knocked on the door and came in. “Director Zhuo, the editor-in-chief of ‘VOGUE’ would like to schedule you for next month’s cover.”

“Decline it.”

Qi Yanwang didn’t even turn his head. “My schedule is full.”

“Wait.”

Zhuo Huaimo pressed his hand. “I want to accept it.”

Their gazes met in the air, and Qi Yanwang ultimately conceded. “At least four bodyguards have to come!”

The next day, in the “Harper’s Bazaar” photo studio.

The photographer praised the scene in the viewfinder. “Perfect! Director Zhuo, lean a little more to the left… yes, just like that!”

Zhuo Huaimo was wearing a simple white shirt, leaning against the French windows.

The sunlight shone through the glass, outlining his perfect silhouette.

Qi Yanwang stood with his arms crossed behind the monitor, his gaze deep.

During a break, the stylist came over to fix Zhuo Huaimo’s hair. Qi Yanwang stepped forward in one stride. “I’ll do it.”

His slender fingers ran through Zhuo Huaimo’s soft hair, his movements unbelievably gentle.

Zhuo Huaimo looked up at him, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Are you jealous?”

“Yes.”

Qi Yanwang admitted frankly, his fingers deliberately brushing against the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Mine.”

The lock on the dressing room door clicked shut, and Qi Yanwang pinned Zhuo Huaimo against the makeup mirror.

As their lips intertwined, Zhuo Huaimo’s lower back bumped against the dressing table, and a pile of bottles and jars tumbled down.

“Wait… there are people outside…”

Zhuo Huaimo panted and turned his head, but Qi Yanwang grabbed his chin and turned him back.

“Let them hear.”

Qi Yanwang’s canines grazed his reddened earlobe, and his fingers had already slipped under the hem of his shirt. “Why didn’t you think about the consequences when you were flirting with me earlier?”

Zhuo Huaimo groaned, the mirror reflecting his wrinkled collar and moist lips.

The unspoken words disappeared into their entangled gazes. Zhuo Huaimo watched the other man’s Adam’s apple bob, suddenly reaching out and grabbing his tie, pulling him closer until they were breathing the same air:

“Let’s go home.”

The black car drove into the night, the rear partition already raised.

Qi Yanwang’s palm was pressed against the back of Zhuo Huaimo’s neck, and he suddenly leaned over during a red light.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, as if a long-suppressed desire had finally burst its banks.

“You…” Zhuo Huaimo gasped as he was pressed against the leather seat, his tie loosened at some point. “Are you a dog?”

Qi Yanwang’s canines gently grazed his reddened earlobe: “Woof.”

The elevator went directly to the top-floor apartment. The lights in the entrance hall were not yet on, and his suit jacket had already slipped to the ground.

Zhuo Huaimo was pinned against the French windows, with the city lights flowing behind him.

“See them?”

Qi Yanwang’s lips were close to his ear, his calloused fingertips tracing his waistline. “Those flashing lights, those cameras…”

His palm suddenly tightened. “Now, no one can see you.”

Zhuo Huaimo groaned, the glass reflecting their intertwined figures.

In the distance, the neon signs of the TV station flickered, like the string of reason about to break.

Steam filled the bathroom, and Qi Yanwang’s hand holding the towel suddenly stopped.

Zhuo Huaimo closed his eyes and leaned against the tile wall, water droplets rolling down his eyelashes, a rare hint of softness in his fatigue.

In the end, he just wrapped him in a bathrobe and carried him out of the bathroom.

“Sleep.” A kiss landed on his brow, restrained almost to the point of tenderness.

Zhuo Huaimo grabbed his wrist in a half-dreaming state: “…That’s it?”

Qi Yanwang pressed that hand against his own violently heaving chest, his voice hoarse: “Do you think it’s easy for me to hold back?” The scorching temperature came through the fabric, making Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips tremble.

The bedside lamp went out, and Qi Yanwang embraced him from behind.

Between their touching skin, the undiminished desire turned into a satisfied sigh: “There’s a press conference tomorrow… Sleep, my great director.”

Zhuo Huaimo was sprawled on the soft bedding, his whole body feeling like it had been taken apart and reassembled, too lazy to even move his fingers.

Qi Yanwang lay on his side, twirling his half-dry hair.

“What are you thinking about?”

Zhuo Huaimo turned over and snuggled into his arms, drawing circles on his chest with his fingertip.

“You!”

“I’m right here.”

“I’m thinking…”

Zhuo Huaimo looked up at him. “You should consider making a comeback.”

Qi Yanwang’s fingers stopped.

The only sound in the bedroom for a moment was the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Zhuo Huaimo could feel the chest under his palm tense slightly, his heartbeat becoming heavy and slow.

“Now is not the time.”

Qi Yanwang finally spoke, his voice a little tight.

Zhuo Huaimo propped himself up, looking into his eyes in the dim nightlight.

“Because of danger?”

“Partly.”

“Then what’s the other part?”

Zhuo Huaimo pressed. “Because of Xingyue Media? Because of… me?”

Qi Yanwang was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned over and pinned him down, forehead to forehead. “The best scenery is in my arms, what more could I want?”

Zhuo Huaimo cupped his face.

“Liar.”

He knew Qi Yanwang too well—the man who once stood on the podium radiating light, his bones etched with a passion for acting.

Just like himself, even if he was bruised and battered, he couldn’t bear to leave this industry.

“Li Yang said that their platform’s latest script, ‘Golden River Soaring’, is the role you’ve always wanted to play! Go try it, don’t give up!”

Qi Yanwang grabbed his hand and pressed it against his chest.

“I haven’t given up.”

“Then you…”

“I’ve just changed my approach.”

Qi Yanwang kissed his fingertips. “Being your exclusive producer, agent, nanny, driver, bodyguard…”

“Stop it, be serious!” Zhuo Huaimo laughed, then grew serious. “I don’t blame you for what happened back then.”

“But I blame myself.”

Qi Yanwang’s voice was hoarse. “If it wasn’t for me…”

“Qi Yanwang!”

Zhuo Huaimo interrupted him. “Look at me.”

Their eyes met, and Zhuo Huaimo said, word by word,

“We both deserve to stand in the brightest places. You don’t need to give up anything for me, and I won’t sacrifice my dreams for you.”

Qi Yanwang’s breathing became heavy, his eyes turning bloodshot.

“Consider it?”

Zhuo Huaimo rubbed his nose against his. “Just think of it as doing it for me.”

Qi Yanwang suddenly smiled. “A honey trap?”

“Does it work?”

“It’s worth considering.”

Qi Yanwang turned over and pinned him down, a familiar flame igniting in his eyes. “But I have to collect a deposit first…”

Before Zhuo Huaimo could protest, he was kissed on the lips.

This kiss was different from the previous urgency, tender and heartbreaking.

“If it’s your film, I’ll act for free.”

Qi Yanwang murmured against his lips. “Preferably a passionate action scene…”

Zhuo Huaimo bit him in anger. “You really are a dog!”

“Yeah, a husky!”

Qi Yanwang proved that he was indeed a dog with his actions!

Indeed, an energetic, house-wrecking husky!

When Zhuo Huaimo regained consciousness again, his whole body was about to fall apart!

Qi Yanwang hugged him from behind, his breathing even and long.

Zhuo Huaimo gently held the hand on his waist, their fingers intertwined.

The next day, “Entertainment Weekly’s” candid photos quickly exploded on the trending searches—

Zhuo Huaimo’s slightly awkward posture when walking was captured clearly.

The caption was even more explosive:

#President Qi’s Fighting Power is Amazing# Director Zhuo Walks Unsteadily on His First Day Back to Work.

The comments section was instantly overrun by CP fans:

[Li YangV]: @Qi Yanwang Old classmate, pay attention to sustainable development [doge]

[Hot Comment 1]: OMG, this walking posture… Did President Qi operate an excavator last night?

[Hot Comment 2]: Sisters, look at the band-aid on Director Zhuo’s neck! It’s definitely covering a love bite!

[Hot Comment 3]: Manager Qi is “taking care” of his artist so well that he can’t get out of bed [dog head]

[Hot Comment 4]: Help! Qi Yanwang’s smirking expression in the back is so annoying!

[Hot Comment 5]: Teacher Zhuo’s hand on his waist is too real!

In the video conference, the marketing director’s face was red from holding back laughter.

“President Qi, should we issue a statement…”

Qi Yanwang leisurely tore open a yogurt for Zhuo Huaimo.

“No need. What’s the heat conversion rate?”

” ‘The Homecoming’ official Weibo account gained 800,000 fans!”

The director said excitedly. “The CP supertopic went straight to the top!”

Zhuo Huaimo was slumped in the back seat of the van, gritting his teeth as he scrolled through the trending topics.

“Qi, Yan,wang!”

Qi Yanwang innocently handed over a hot pack.

“I was wrong.”

“What were you wrong about?”

“I was wrong about…”

Qi Yanwang leaned close to his ear, lowering his voice. “I couldn’t help but want it a few more times.”

Zhuo Huaimo threw the hot pack at his face in anger, but the other man took the opportunity to steal a kiss.

The driver and assistant in the front row were looking straight ahead, pretending to be deaf.

The marketing director stared at the screen, watching the drama online!

That afternoon, the #ZhuoQiCP# supertopic went straight to the top, and fans produced content overnight, with fanfiction and comics flooding the internet.

Talented netizens even photoshopped Qi Yanwang’s photos of him watching people on the set into “food-guarding husky” meme, with the caption:

[My wife, keep a close eye on her!]

When Li Yang sent the meme to Qi Yanwang, the rumored cold and ruthless President Qi silently saved it and set it as his phone wallpaper.

After Zhuo Huaimo found out, he only said two words:

“Childish!”

Lin Jianhe stared at the top-ranking trending search on the screen, looking at their sweet smiles, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Be happier, time… is running out!”