His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 20

The Red Ear Clip

Opening his eyes hazily, everything was blurry at first, and he couldn’t see anything clearly; his head felt dizzy. After a moment, he recovered, and his vision gradually sharpened.

He raised a hand, and the dull ache in his head became distinct. He felt the gauze bandage on his forehead.

Turning his head, Kong Xunwen saw the man sitting beside him.

The other man’s eyes were slightly closed, with dark circles underneath, and his face was etched with exhaustion, his brows tightly furrowed.

He was dressed in the same clothes as when Kong Xunwen last saw him; he hadn’t even changed the ear clip on his lobe.

Although he looked like he was resting, sitting so rigidly must have been incredibly uncomfortable, especially for sleeping.

The light from the window fell on his face, making him look hazy, as if he were glowing.

Kong Xunwen slowly shifted his gaze, surveying his surroundings. He was in a hospital. Next to him was a brightly lit window overlooking a beautiful view. The ward was fully equipped, but he was the only patient.

It looked… expensive.

Silently withdrawing his gaze, Kong Xunwen looked back at Qiu Zhijie sitting next to him, immediately meeting the man’s bloodshot eyes.

“You’re awake?” The question carried a hint of irritation.

Kong Xunwen was slightly confused. Since the other man had brought him to the hospital, it seemed inappropriate for him to be angry about this, but he didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded.

Qiu Zhijie leaned forward, slightly raising the head of the bed and adjusting the pillow, positioning him more comfortably.

The man’s entire aura enveloped him, causing Kong Xunwen’s thoughts, which were still sluggish from waking up, to pause. He lowered his eyes.

Only after Qiu Zhijie moved back to his seat did he look up again: “Did you bring me to the hospital?”

That question simultaneously brought back his memories of the incident. To be honest, he had expected to wake up still in his studio, perhaps even still live-streaming.

Maybe some kind-hearted viewers or fans would have wanted to help, but he had never revealed his home address, so even if they wanted to assist, they couldn’t.

So, why was Qiu Zhijie there?

Qiu Zhijie watched him, his gaze unwavering. Hearing the question, he frowned, instantly recalling the situation.

He had been in the live stream at the time, so he had witnessed the incident firsthand. That was why he rushed over immediately to take Kong Xunwen to the hospital. After treating the wound, the test results came back.

Long-term irregular sleep, lack of rest, and even some malnutrition—all these factors combined were why he had fainted and hit his head on the surrounding objects.

He had never imagined that an adult could neglect himself to this extent.

He had even suspected the Variant Genetic Disorder might be the cause, but the final results confirmed it was due to his lifestyle.

“I did,” he answered first, then couldn’t help but add, “…Do you know you are malnourished?”

Kong Xunwen looked bewildered. Malnourished? Him, an adult?

Seeing the young man’s confused expression, Qiu Zhijie ultimately didn’t say much more. He simply handed over the test results. “Are you feeling better now? Is there anything else bothering you?”

As he spoke, he stood up. “Are you hungry?”

The tall figure instantly made Kong Xunwen look up. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Wait here.” He said, and then walked out of the ward.

Kong Xunwen sat on the hospital bed, still feeling somewhat disoriented. He looked down at the results. Malnutrition was a general term, and on the sheet, it meant he was deficient in this and that.

Well, his previous physical examination reports had mentioned it too, but he hadn’t taken it seriously.

He put the sheet aside, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.

He really needed to pay attention to this from now on. He didn’t want to ruin his body himself before the Variant Genetic Disorder even had a chance.

Not long after, Qiu Zhijie came back carrying a boxed meal and set up the small bedside table for him.

Kong Xunwen tried to do it himself, but Qiu Zhijie kept moving out of the way. In the end, he could only watch Qiu Zhijie prepare everything.

Once finished, he unwrapped his chopsticks and looked at Qiu Zhijie. “Why don’t you go back and rest first?”

Qiu Zhijie pretended not to hear, sitting down casually. “Eat quickly. I’ve already eaten.”

Kong Xunwen frowned. “You haven’t been home since yesterday, have you? I’m awake now; you don’t need to help me.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Qiu Zhijie suddenly said.

Kong Xunwen looked at him in surprise, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

He heard Qiu Zhijie continue, “But your performance makes it very hard for me to feel reassured. I’ll be moving in with you afterward.”

He announced it firmly.

Of course, Kong Xunwen couldn’t agree. “How can you do that? I…”

“Why not? It’s settled.” Qiu Zhijie didn’t give him a chance to refuse. He stood up. “I’ll go back and pack my things first. You rest well here. I’ll come back to pick you up later.”

With that, he turned and left.

Kong Xunwen, who hadn’t managed to get a single word out, was completely blocked. He watched the man stride out of the ward.

He: …

Wait, what was happening now?

Qiu Zhijie was moving into his house?!

He ate only a few bites of the meal before setting it aside. The discomfort in his body had ruined his appetite.

Kong Xunwen leaned back on the bed, thinking for a long time, unable to figure out how things had escalated to this point. But refusing Qiu Zhijie—Qiu Zhijie was the one who had brought him here this time.

Forget it, let it all burn, whatever. Since Qiu Zhijie insisted on this, then fine. Anyway, his own attitude was absolutely firm.

If he wants to move in… then let him move in.

It was Qiu Zhijie’s own choice to waste his time there. He wanted to see how long this person could keep it up.

Kong Xunwen picked up his phone, no longer dwelling on the matter.

It was now ten o’clock on the second day.

Teacher Yun’s messages were few, a normal amount. He probably didn’t know about his current situation, so it was better not to worry him.

Kong Xunwen replied, and since there was no immediate response, he mentally prepared himself and opened the live-streaming app.

His private messages were full of fans concerned about his condition. Unable to reply to everyone at once, he first took a photo of himself lying in bed with the caption: I’m in the hospital right now, it’s nothing serious, I just lost my footing and fell. Don’t follow my example, and don’t worry.

Replies poured in immediately. Seeing the caring messages below, Kong Xunwen’s mood, which had been affected by Qiu Zhijie, instantly improved significantly. He felt a warmth in his heart.

He replied to each comment and private message.

After responding to everyone, he opened yesterday’s recorded broadcast.

He fast-forwarded straight to the part where he fainted. Sure enough, the comments section exploded with various messages, mostly expressing concern. The viewing numbers surged, though most were likely just curious onlookers who didn’t know what had happened.

Pulling the progress bar further, a figure entered the frame about ten minutes later. The figure was tall, obscuring most of the live-stream view, but it was only a back view. It remained that way throughout, and the person quickly picked up the unconscious man on the floor.

It was Qiu Zhijie.

The comments were chaotic, and the live stream remained empty for a long time before being shut off.

Kong Xunwen exited the replay, still confused. Qiu Zhijie hadn’t sent him a single message, so how did he know something had happened?

After eliminating all other possibilities, the one he didn’t want to admit became reality.

There was only one possibility: Qiu Zhijie was in the live stream at the time.

His phone dropped onto the quilt. Kong Xunwen slowly raised his hand to cover his face. This was too…

Embarrassing.

But by the time Qiu Zhijie reappeared, Kong Xunwen had returned to normal.

Qiu Zhijie’s gaze, however, had already fallen elsewhere.

Kong Xunwen followed his line of sight. It was the meal he had set aside, barely touched.

He suddenly felt a little guilty.

He spoke first: “I don’t have much appetite right now.”

Qiu Zhijie sat down beside him and nodded. “I understand.”

It was his fault; the food he brought wasn’t appetizing.

Kong Xunwen turned to look at him, thought for a moment, and then asked directly, “You know about my live stream?”

During the time he was gone, Qiu Zhijie had also managed to take a shower. Since time was short, he was simply dressed in a plain outfit with no accessories, his sleeves rolled up, revealing only a wristwatch on his wrist.

The watch face was emerald green.

He nodded, remaining silent.

He wasn’t sure how to explain.

Fortunately, Kong Xunwen didn’t press the matter. Although he had just woken up, his energy wasn’t great, and he soon fell asleep again. Before drifting off, he urged Qiu Zhijie to rest as well.

“I’ll tell you when I wake up.”

Seeing Qiu Zhijie look unconvinced, the young man frowned. “If I say I will, I will.”

Only then did Qiu Zhijie nod.

However, when Kong Xunwen woke up again, Qiu Zhijie had only moved from the chair to the sofa to rest.

He felt much better himself. He carefully sat up in bed and noticed the quilt tucked in at the foot of the bed. Some parts were messy from his sleep, but other areas were still neat.

He lifted the quilt and put on his shoes. The sky outside had darkened slightly, turning overcast, as if rain was imminent.

Kong Xunwen tiptoed to the sofa where Qiu Zhijie was lying, using the dim light to guide him, and looked down at the man.

The man’s brows were still furrowed. He was curled up, looking very uncomfortable, and his clothes were wrinkled—it would be even more obvious if he stood up.

The face of the wristwatch on his wrist was exposed, the hour hand pointing to two o’clock.

A sudden clap of thunder sounded outside the window, followed by a flash of light that briefly illuminated the room.

Kong Xunwen, who had been holding his breath, was startled. He quickly looked down at Qiu Zhijie.

But something knocked his calf, and he stumbled, falling forward.

His hands found an empty space to brace himself, and Kong Xunwen managed to stop his fall just in time. However, he was now face-to-face with the awakened Qiu Zhijie.

He usually saw those long eyes half-closed, exuding pressure. This was the first time he had seen them wide open, and the first time he had seen surprise in them.

Kong Xunwen remembered the feeling in his calf just now. He looked down and saw that Qiu Zhijie’s legs were no longer curled up as they had been.

And the culprit for his near-fall was clearly that leg.

“You… get up first.”

Kong Xunwen quickly propped himself up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He said instinctively.

Qiu Zhijie paused, then sat up as well.

Kong Xunwen saw the wrinkles on his clothes become more pronounced with the movement. He heard Qiu Zhijie’s deliberately calm reply: “I should be the one apologizing.”

This made Kong Xunwen’s thoughts turn back. He opened his mouth and subconsciously asked, “Are you afraid of thunder?”

He looked up at Qiu Zhijie. The other man was looking down slightly, giving him a strange feeling of vulnerability.

Qiu Zhijie suddenly looked up. The light was somewhat dim, and Kong Xunwen couldn’t clearly see the expression on the young man’s face, but just as he was about to utter the usual evasive lie,

His mother’s words suddenly flashed through his mind.

He nodded. “Yes…”

But he immediately added, “Just a little.”

A deep red appeared on the tips of his ears.

Kong Xunwen used the next flash of lightning to clearly see the man’s discomfort, and that distinct red on his ear tips, as vivid as the ear clip he often wore.