TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 92
by VolareChapter 91: A Thrilling Birthday Gift
Qi Yanwang appeared on set just as Zhuo Huaimo finished a scene.
He was wearing a sharply tailored black suit, carrying a paper bag from Zhuo Huaimo’s favorite dessert shop, and stood by the monitor, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Why are you here?”
Zhuo Huaimo walked over, their fingertips brushing as he took the bag. Qi Yanwang took the opportunity to hook his little finger.
“Missed you.”
Qi Yanwang smiled harmlessly, but his eyes swept towards Ning Xin in the distance, “And I wanted to see… the excitement.”
Zhuo Huaimo instantly understood, scoffing softly: “Childish.”
Ning Xin was surrounded by her assistants, getting her makeup touched up. She visibly stiffened when she saw Qi Yanwang.
Qi Yanwang was now a leader in the industry, and everyone in the circle treated him with respect.
Although the two had some history, Ning Xin had always had a strange confidence in her beauty, and besides, rumors in the industry said that Qi Yanwang was gay.
Apart from Zhuo Huaimo, there hadn’t been any other men around him, so Ning Xin thought he still liked women at heart!
As always, the bold are full, and the timid starve!
She composed herself and walked over,
“President Qi, long time no see.”
Qi Yanwang acted as if he hadn’t heard, focusing on opening the dessert box for Zhuo Huaimo:
“Blueberry cheesecake, fresh out of the oven.”
Ning Xin stood there awkwardly, her meticulously made-up face slightly twisted.
She raised her voice: “I heard Xingyue Media is planning to remake ‘Dawn’?”
This time, Qi Yanwang finally looked up, but his eyes were as cold as ice:
“Miss Ning is well-informed.”
He slowly wiped his hands, “But the female lead has already been decided.”
“Who is it?” Ning Xin asked subconsciously.
“Su Wen.”
Qi Yanwang smirked, “A three-time Golden Film Award winner; at least that level is required!”
The surrounding staff were stifling their laughter, their shoulders shaking.
Ning Xin’s face turned ashen: “What does President Qi mean?”
“Exactly what I said.”
Qi Yanwang put his arm around Zhuo Huaimo’s waist, “Oh right, I heard Miss Ning is filming ‘Phoenix Cry’?”
Ning Xin took a half step back warily: “…Yes.”
“How coincidental.”
Qi Yanwang took out his phone and glanced at it, “Just received news that the film… the investment’s been withdrawn.”
“What?!”
Ning Xin shrieked, “Impossible!”
Qi Yanwang turned the phone screen towards her – the group chat interface clearly showed the investor’s statement of withdrawal.
Ning Xin’s legs went weak, and she had to be supported by her assistant to avoid falling.
She looked sharply at Zhuo Huaimo: “You… you…”
Zhuo Huaimo leisurely ate a bite of cake before finally looking up: “Miss Ning, my sugar daddy is like this; he has a bad temper and always seeks revenge!”
Ning Xin was struck as if by lightning.
“Oh, and,”
Qi Yanwang added, “your sugar daddy is not doing so well. He was invited for ‘tea’ last night.”
This sentence completely crushed Ning Xin.
She rushed over hysterically: “Zhuo Huaimo! You’re abusing your power, you…”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly looked at him and said lightly,
“That’s right, I’m just abusing my power, and my sugar daddy spoils me!”
“Also,”
Qi Yanwang added, “regarding the ‘special services’ you mentioned earlier…”
He sneered, “I suggest you have your lawyer prepare the materials for a defamation lawsuit.”
On the way back, Zhuo Huaimo remained silent.
It wasn’t until they stopped at a red light that Qi Yanwang took his hand: “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his head, “It was me back then…”
“You were right to choose me back then. Otherwise, where would you find your current sugar daddy!”
“You’re really taking advantage of me, huh?”
Zhuo Huaimo pinched his ear, lecturing him.
“Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts…”
Qi Yanwang interrupted him, “Ning Xin deserved to be taught a lesson long ago. She was exposed for filming multiple projects at once and acting like a diva last year. If it wasn’t for someone backing her…”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly asked, “Did you really replace her?”
“Yeah.”
Qi Yanwang looked ahead, “Her sugar daddy was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission last night. If I don’t teach her a lesson now, when will I?!”
“Actually, she’s just an insignificant nobody, it wasn’t necessary!”
Qi Yanwang said righteously: “I have to let everyone know that the Xingyue boss’s wife is not to be trifled with.”
“Watch your words. I’m the boss, and you’re the boss’s wife!”
Qi Yanwang took his hand and kissed it, “Alright, you say so, so I am!”
He suddenly looked at him slyly, “Then… boss’s wife, tonight… do you want to switch positions?”
Zhuo Huaimo slapped him on the head,
“You’re always acting so much. Can you handle it!”
But what Qi Yanwang didn’t expect was that that night, they didn’t switch positions, but Zhuo Huaimo gave him a different kind of surprise!
When Qi Yanwang opened the door, he found the living room was completely dark.
“Xiao Man?”
He fumbled for the switch on the wall, “Where did this girl run off to again…”
“Said she was staying at a friend’s house.”
Zhuo Huaimo’s voice came from the direction of the sofa, with a hint of laziness.
Qi Yanwang raised an eyebrow: “She’s only been back for a short time. Does she already have friends here?”
“An intern at the company.”
Zhuo Huaimo chuckled, “I found that Xiao Man is quite interested in artist management, so I specifically asked her to contact some new people today.”
Qi Yanwang put down the car keys and walked to the sofa in the moonlight from the window:
“You’re quite good at arranging things.” He leaned over to kiss Zhuo Huaimo, but was stopped by a finger on his lips.
“Suddenly want to eat strawberries.”
Zhuo Huaimo’s voice had a coquettish tone, “Want them now.”
Qi Yanwang chuckled: “It’s so late…”
“Want them.”
Zhuo Huaimo kicked his calf, “There’s a convenience store downstairs.”
Qi Yanwang grabbed his ankle and kissed the back of his foot:
“Yes, sir.”
Twenty minutes later, Qi Yanwang came back with strawberries and two bottles of sparkling water.
The house was still dark, with only a sliver of warm light coming from the bedroom door.
“Huaimo?” He put down the bag and reached for the switch on the wall.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against him from behind.
Before Qi Yanwang could react, he was pinned against the wall, and familiar lips blocked his breath domineeringly.
“Mmm…”
The keys in his hand fell to the ground, and his hands instinctively wrapped around the other person’s waist.
Qi Yanwang groped for the light switch.
But Zhuo Huaimo grabbed his wrist and pinned both his hands above his head.
“Don’t turn on the light…”
Warm breath sprayed in his ear, with the sweet fragrance of strawberries.
Qi Yanwang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he accurately captured those soft lips in the dark.
This kiss was more urgent than usual, and Zhuo Huaimo even bit his lower lip, the taste of iron spreading between their lips.
“So fierce?”
Qi Yanwang chuckled, his fingers sliding down his lover’s waist, but he paused when he touched the cold metal chain.
The sensation from his fingertips made him catch his breath – this wasn’t the fabric of Zhuo Huaimo’s usual pajamas.
Dense metal rings were wrapped around his waist, making a slight jingle sound with every movement.
“This is…” Qi Yanwang’s voice was hoarse.
Zhuo Huaimo tugged on his tie and walked towards the bedroom: “See for yourself.”
In the dim light of the bedroom, Qi Yanwang finally saw clearly – Zhuo Huaimo was wearing his white shirt, the hem barely covering the base of his thighs.
But even more eye-catching was the silver waist chain, the thin chain wrapped around his slender waist, with a small bell hanging at the end, swaying gently with his breathing.
“Fuck…”
Qi Yanwang pushed him onto the bed, his fingers caressing the cold metal chain, “When did you buy this?”
Zhuo Huaimo tilted his head back and let him kiss him: “Last week.”
The bell jingled with the movement, “Do you like it?”
Qi Yanwang’s answer was to directly tear open the shirt buttons.
Amidst the sound of metal buttons popping off, he suddenly noticed the small “QYW” letters engraved on the bell.
“Custom-made?” He breathed heavily, his fingers stroking the initials.
“Specially made to chain me up! Are you satisfied?”
Qi Yanwang chuckled and kissed him, his hand sliding down the waist chain.
The sound of the bell became more urgent, mixed with the chaotic breathing and the sound of fabric rubbing.
As Qi Yanwang tore off the last piece of clothing, Zhuo Huaimo suddenly grabbed his hand:
“Wait…”
He pulled a small box from under the pillow: “Birthday present.”
Qi Yanwang was stunned – inside the box were matching rings, with their initials engraved on the inside.
“Today…”
Zhuo Huaimo turned his face away, “It’s your birthday.”
Qi Yanwang finally remembered that he had completely forgotten about his birthday.
He looked down at the person in his arms – the disheveled shirt, the reddened eyes, and the eyes that were always full of arrogance were now looking at him wetly.
“So this is…”
His voice trembled, “A birthday surprise?”
Zhuo Huaimo snorted softly: “What else?”
He poked his chest, “Someone just had to buy strawberries…”
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed.
The kiss was gentle beyond words, and Qi Yanwang carefully held him in his arms, as if holding some fragile treasure.
“Help me put it on.” When they separated, Qi Yanwang said in a hoarse voice.
The silver ring slowly slid onto his ring finger, fitting perfectly over the ring mark.
Qi Yanwang lowered his head and kissed the ring, then took out the other ring and put it on Zhuo Huaimo.
“Now…”
He leaned over and pressed him into the bed, his fingers playing with the bell on his waist, “It’s time to unwrap my birthday present.”
The sound of the bell rang again, more urgently than before.
Zhuo Huaimo gasped, suddenly biting Qi Yanwang’s shoulder: “Be gentle…”
“Aren’t you going to celebrate my birthday?”
Qi Yanwang mischievously increased the pressure, listening to the chaotic ringing of the bell, “The birthday star has the most power.”
Zhuo Huaimo kicked him angrily, but his ankle was grabbed.
The silver chain shone coldly in the moonlight, making his skin look even whiter. Qi Yanwang kissed every inch of his skin obsessively, from his collarbone to his waist dimples, finally stopping at the bell with his name engraved on it.
“Don’t…” Zhuo Huaimo turned his face away in embarrassment, but was grabbed by the chin and turned back.
“Look at me.”
Qi Yanwang’s voice was husky, “I want to remember what you look like now.”
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When everything returned to calm, Qi Yanwang played with the small bell:
“Will you wear it all the time?”
Zhuo Huaimo was so tired that he couldn’t even move his fingers:
“…In your dreams.”
“Then at least wear it on birthdays?”
Qi Yanwang kissed his sweaty temple, “Show it to me every year.”
“See it every year, won’t you get tired of it?”
Qi Yanwang pulled him closer, “Or maybe something else later…”