His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 18

My mood is complicated. Are you joining us?

At noon, Qiu Zhijie cooked again. Kong Xunwen stared at the rich spread on the table, and finally stepped forward to eat.

“This food is from my house,” he said.

Qiu Zhijie took off the apron, which looked completely out of place on him, and a light, clear smile suddenly appeared on his usually indifferent face.

“Yes.”

The entire morning, Kong Xunwen, along with Qiu Zhijie, who insisted on helping, completely eradicated the weeds in the yard. They also went to the market to buy some grass seeds, which would be sprinkled around and look beautiful once they grew.

They would grow brightly, crowding the stone path in the center.

Qiu Zhijie included some flower seeds among them. Kong Xunwen noticed, but seeing that he only scattered them near the wall, he didn’t say anything.

After eating, Kong Xunwen was still wondering how to get Qiu Zhijie to leave, as he didn’t want him to know about his live stream.

However, Qiu Zhijie proactively mentioned that he needed to leave, and before going, he reminded Kong Xunwen to eat on time in the evening.

Kong Xunwen was a little surprised. He nodded perfunctorily, relieved.

As for eating on time in the evening—

Of course he would take good care of himself.

In the afternoon, he followed yesterday’s routine, continuing to refine details while chatting with viewers in the live stream.

The number of viewers in his stream was now basically fixed, and he saw some familiar usernames every time.

He didn’t set an alarm for dinner that day, but he still ate on time, though he didn’t eat much due to a lack of appetite.

Qiu Zhijie frowned, looking at the tiny amount the young man ate on the tablet, but to avoid revealing that he knew about the live stream, he temporarily said nothing.

The next day, Kong Xunwen closed the yard gate the night before. However, what he didn’t expect was that Little Boss’s small group, having no one watching them, gained some freedom to play and came directly to find him.

A thudding sound came from the yard gate. A child called out in confusion, “Brother Kong! Why did you close the door?”

Kong Xunwen had no choice but to open the door. His gaze fell upon the innocent, upturned faces of the children. He forced a smile, intending to pretend he didn’t see the man standing nearby.

“I was afraid of random things running in, so I closed the door. Come in.”

Yezi noticed Qiu Zhijie still standing motionless beside them. Remembering seeing him here with Brother Kong before, and thinking Brother Kong hadn’t noticed him, she immediately pointed him out: “There’s this brother too.”

Seeing the young man’s gaze finally fall on him out of necessity, Qiu Zhijie winked at Kong Xunwen, as if saying, I didn’t do anything.

Kong Xunwen shifted his gaze and told Yezi, “Yes, I see him.”

Qiu Zhijie then naturally followed them inside.

The morning passed quickly. The small group helped Kong Xunwen quite a bit. They played while helping with tasks and seemed quite happy. At noon, they also got to taste Qiu Zhijie’s cooking.

Kong Xunwen ate silently, mouthful by mouthful, listening to the children passionately praise the food. Pangpang even gave a thumbs-up: “Super yummy!”

Qiu Zhijie calmly nodded: “Thank you for the compliment.”

After eating, Kong Xunwen was still troubled about how to get the children to leave without letting them know he was live streaming. Then he saw Qiu Zhijie lean down and say something to them. Little Boss then proactively waved at Kong Xunwen: “Brother Kong, we’re leaving now.”

Kong Xunwen looked at Qiu Zhijie with some confusion. When Qiu Zhijie saw him looking, he raised an eyebrow, wearing a puzzled expression.

Kong Xunwen took the opportunity to dismiss him: “Then you should leave too.”

Qiu Zhijie was obedient this time. He took the children and left.

By this time, the scheduled live stream time was approaching. Kong Xunwen didn’t spare another thought for Qiu Zhijie and rushed to start his broadcast.

It wasn’t until the stream ended, and he recalled the events of noon, that he stepped out into the yard.

The moon hung high, its soft, bright light spilling down from the night sky onto the ground. The small lights in the yard couldn’t compete with the moon’s brilliance.

It truly looked like frost scattered across the ground, just as in poetry.

Kong Xunwen walked to the yard gate, intending to close it again. He refused to believe Qiu Zhijie could use the same method to get in tomorrow.

But he paused when he saw the scene outside the gate.

Under the moonlight, a swing hanging from the tall, thick tree by the roadside was gently swaying in the breeze.

This swing had actually been there originally; his parents had made it for Little Kong.

Little Kong loved it, so much so that he sat on it and swung every day. The ground beneath it had been tamped down so firmly that no grass or plants could grow there, leaving a large, empty patch.

Later, Little Kong grew up and no longer had time to play on the swing. Several years passed, and the swing, exposed to wind and sun and left unmaintained, became old and gray, hidden beneath the lush green leaves and branches. It looked extremely dangerous.

But now, those branches and the grass that had grown on the ground were all cleared away. Only the refurbished swing remained, fitted with chains and a seat cushion very similar to the original design.

It looked new, just like the one his father had made for Little Kong back then.

Kong Xunwen slowly walked forward, looking around. After confirming no one was nearby, he sat on the swing. He looked up. The thick branch holding the swing was actually wrapped with light bulbs, connected to a solar battery nearby.

Some other things were scattered nearby. Kong Xunwen got off the swing and leaned closer to examine them. They seemed to be materials for building a canopy.

He hadn’t expected Qiu Zhijie to be capable of this.

Kong Xunwen couldn’t think of anyone other than Qiu Zhijie who would set up these things.

But when he sat back on the swing, he wasn’t thinking about anything at all.

The moonlight was like a thin white veil, falling and shrouding the tree shadows cast on the swing, tailoring the white veil to the young man’s shape. The veil was very, very light.

The young man never swung, he just sat there.

*

Qiu Zhijie arrived a little late today; he had some urgent matters to handle, though it wasn’t delayed by much, only a few minutes.

Dressed impeccably as usual, he put on the ear cuff shaped like a musical note in front of the mirror. Satisfied after observing the man in the mirror for a moment, Qiu Zhijie went downstairs and got into the car.

All the way, he was thinking about the swing from yesterday. He had first discovered the swing hidden under the green leaves while waiting outside.

There were no other houses nearby, so it could only belong to the Kong family. As for whether it had anything to do with Kong Xunwen, Qiu Zhijie couldn’t be entirely sure.

But perhaps?

It had conveniently been used later to entice the children to help.

Qiu Zhijie felt that yesterday was one of his most embarrassing days. Why were there so many intricacies involved in installing a swing? Fortunately, he finished it in the end.

But then ambition flared up again; he might as well install a canopy too.

However, he didn’t plan to overexert himself this time. He would hire someone to install it, and they could also check the swing for any problems. The materials had already been delivered yesterday, but it was too late, so he could only come today.

Getting out of the car, Qiu Zhijie habitually faced the closed yard gate.

The children had come again.

Yezi looked at Qiu Zhijie standing alone in front of the door. Although she was used to it, she was still confused and asked him, “Brother, why aren’t you knocking?”

Little Boss demonstrated, patting the door loudly and calling out, “Brother Kong!”

Qiu Zhijie remained composed: “I just arrived too.”

Yezi innocently believed him.

Ni’er ran over to the swing, pulling Little Bai along, and exclaimed, “The swing is different from yesterday!”

She pointed a finger.

Little Bai also frowned: “It’s been flipped over. Our little drawing from yesterday was underneath, wasn’t it?”

The two children deduced in their childish voices.

Qiu Zhijie walked over upon hearing this. He looked down and saw that it was indeed true. The corners of his lips curved slightly, but he said, “Maybe the wind blew it over.”

“It was windy yesterday.”

Little Bai frowned, glanced at Qiu Zhijie, but still nodded, half-believing him.

Pangpang was still chewing on the breakfast he brought from home and hadn’t finished. He wobbled along, blinking his eyes curiously.

Kong Xunwen woke up neither too early nor too late—it was the time he preferred, and he was quite satisfied. But the next moment, he thought of the person he would likely see soon…

His mood was complicated.

He went to prepare breakfast. During this time, he indeed heard the sound of a car engine turning off outside. He chewed his simple breakfast—a sandwich—a bit blankly, lost in thought.

In the end, he didn’t go out.

After finishing breakfast, Kong Xunwen washed the plate and returned to the main hall, pausing.

He hadn’t planned his day yet.

He glanced at the desk in his room, then stood by the dining table for a few seconds before entering the room. There was a desk inside, still somewhat empty, with only a few notebooks.

The pen holder on the desk only held a few black pens and a bamboo branch whose leaves had curled up and looked a bit withered.

Sitting at the desk, the young man twitched his nose, then twitched it again after a moment, smelling the bamboo fragrance.

While contemplating his plan for the day, his gaze slowly drifted to the doorway, and through the open door, he saw the yard.

He couldn’t see the yard gate from here.

Kong Xunwen was suddenly startled. Snapping back to attention, he immediately reached out and pulled a pen from the holder, causing the bamboo branch to sway.

He began writing his plan for the morning: clean up the piled bamboo leaves in the backyard and organize the remaining items brought back and stored in the utility room.

Just these two things for today. Actually, perhaps two…

Kong Xunwen silently withdrew that thought, reconsidering. Perhaps he wouldn’t finish alone, but it didn’t matter. He could continue tomorrow. No rush.

He closed his plan book. Just as if on cue, Little Boss’s somewhat reckless voice sounded from the yard.

Standing up, he secretly held a breath in his chest, slowly exhaling it. Kong Xunwen reached the yard gate and opened the door. He looked down and saw the girl first flash a brilliant smile, her dimple appearing, then quickly disappearing.

The girl put on a serious face: “Good morning, Brother Kong.”

That person was standing under the tree, by the swing, walking toward him. He was dressed very brightly today, in a dazzling light yellow that reflected the light, making it hard to look directly at him.

So annoying.

Kong Xunwen nodded at the girl: “Good morning, Little Boss.”

Little Boss didn’t mind the addition of “Little.” Her eyes widened slightly upon hearing this, and her mouth opened a bit too.

A subtle curve appeared at the corner of his lips. Kong Xunwen misunderstood and asked, “What is it, Little Boss?”

Little Boss: “Are you joining us?”

?

Little Boss explained: “You called me Boss.”

The other children approached at this point. Hearing Little Boss’s words, they all looked at Kong Xunwen, just like when they invited him to pick honeysuckle before.

That bright figure also approached, drawing attention right beside him.

Kong Xunwen successfully became an unofficial member of this small team, just as the children had said earlier.

“Come in.”

Qiu Zhijie followed him through the door once again.