His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 24

Keep in touch with me, okay? Will you answer my calls? If you have time

【Streamer, are you feeling much better now? You need to rest properly when you’re injured】

【Yes, yes, you’ll recover faster if you rest more】

【That was really scary back then】

【Are you much better now?】

As soon as Kong Xunwen opened the live stream, fans clicked in, and lines of concerned comments flooded the screen.

Kong Xunwen was a bit uncomfortable facing the camera directly, and the thought that Qiu Zhijie might also be watching his stream made him feel awkward.

But he still had to respond to the comments: “I’ve already bandaged it up, it’s nothing serious, don’t worry. Today, I mainly want to chat with everyone and frame the painting.”

Saying this, Kong Xunwen took out the materials. He only planned to simply put the painting into a frame. The painting would be separated by a plastic panel for easy preservation, so he could do it himself.

While chatting with the comments, he worked with his hands, finishing the task in no time.

He took down a painting of bamboo from the wall and hung up the new one.

The new painting had a green background, and in the center was a woman with slightly closed eyes, only a sliver of her pupils visible. The woman was mostly white, but her skirt had faint gold and cyan interwoven from the hemline. The gold eventually dominated, then slowly transformed back into white, and the white skirt finally merged directly with the woman’s white skin.

She extended her hand toward the viewer, making a gesture that looked like waiting for an embrace or perhaps confinement, her hands and body wrapped and entangled by green vines.

The brushstrokes of the woman’s face, body, and skirt were blended together, giving it an oil painting texture. However, the vines on her body and behind her were meticulously detailed, every strand of texture, even up close, looked incredibly realistic. It was like two different styles of painting, only intersecting because of the subtle halo of light emanating from the woman.

—That halo also illuminated the vines and the background.

【Wow! It feels different after being framed】

【So beautiful, Streamer, is this painting for sale?】

【Same question, I really love it】

Kong Xunwen glanced at the comments and smiled: “It’s not for sale, but if you like this style, you can commission me.”

Immediately, someone in the comments asked about the price. Kong Xunwen didn’t want his live stream to be blocked, and besides, he hadn’t thought about these details before, so he quickly changed the subject: “Let’s talk about that later. If I stream in the next few days, I’ll post a notice as before. If you want to catch the stream, you can keep an eye out for that.”

“Alright, that’s all for today’s stream. See you next time.”

Qiu Zhijie watched the young man wave his hand, the screen turned black, reflecting his own face.

He was a little distracted, thinking about that painting.

*

In the blink of an eye, several weeks passed. Kong Xunwen’s meals were all taken care of by Qiu Zhijie. They only went together when buying groceries. Kong Xunwen rode in Qiu Zhijie’s car, which was a conspicuous red, once, and then brought out his tricycle.

Qiu Zhijie couldn’t fit on the tricycle unless he sat in the back. Qiu Zhijie ultimately chose to drive his own car and follow alongside Kong Xunwen.

This made Kong Xunwen a little disappointed; he really wanted to see what Qiu Zhijie looked like sitting in the back of a tricycle.

However, the children hadn’t come over these past few days, probably because they had something going on at home.

Kong Xunwen resumed streaming, but for now, he was just chatting, and the streams weren’t long. If he exceeded a certain amount of time, Qiu Zhijie would always stand at the doorway, silent, just watching him until he couldn’t continue the conversation and ended the stream.

Their interactions were quite harmonious. Kong Xunwen had almost forgotten Qiu Zhijie’s previous confession, but small details always brought it back to mind.

*

Waking up early today, it was raining outside. It felt muggy, like summer weather, but the forecast showed it would only last a few days. The weather kept fluctuating—a little hot today, a little cold tomorrow, sometimes the morning, afternoon, and evening were three completely different types of weather.

Kong Xunwen had switched to a slightly thinner blanket, but he hadn’t put away the thicker one.

It was worth mentioning that during these few days, the custom-ordered smart home system had been delivered and installed, along with custom appliances, including the cooking utensils Qiu Zhijie strongly insisted on adding, such as an air fryer and so on.

There was also a super-large screen that could connect to controllers for gaming, watching TV and movies, and playing music—it was practically a computer.

Kong Xunwen himself didn’t know how Qiu Zhijie had persuaded him. At the time, his mind was completely filled with Qiu Zhijie’s phrase, “You need to relax properly.”

Relax? How to relax? Play, of course.

This super-large screen could completely satisfy that.

Now, Kong Xunwen strongly suspected it was because Qiu Zhijie himself needed it.

Kong Xunwen went out after washing up. The person in the kitchen happened to come out, and he naturally sat down at the dining table and called the smart butler’s name: “Little Z, continue playing yesterday’s anime and switch it to my side.”

Well, it was indeed useful.

“Okay, The Fool’s Paradise last played until…”

Kong Xunwen propped his chin and looked over, interrupting directly: “Continue playing.”

“Okay, starting playback.”

The Fool’s Paradise was an anime with a brilliant plot and art style, especially the art style. The use of color was extremely refined; the colors in every frame were harmonious, and sometimes even high-saturation scenes were pleasant to look at.

“This again?” Qiu Zhijie placed today’s breakfast—steamed buns with porridge and soy milk—on the table, and also put small dishes of vinegar and chili oil in front of Kong Xunwen.

Since the screen arrived, Kong Xunwen had found this anime and become obsessed with it. It didn’t have many episodes, and this was already the third time Kong Xunwen was watching it.

Kong Xunwen was displeased and only spared a glance: “What’s wrong with that? Classics should be watched many times.”

Qiu Zhijie shook his head and pointed to the breakfast in front of him: “Nothing, it’s time to eat breakfast.”

Kong Xunwen snorted to express his dissatisfaction with that statement, then picked up his chopsticks, dipped a steamed bun in both dishes, and put it in his mouth.

While chewing, he turned his head back to the screen.

Qiu Zhijie tapped the table again: “Don’t look at the screen while eating.”

Kong Xunwen didn’t turn back, but then heard him say: “I have something to do this afternoon and will be leaving for a few days.”

He paused for a few seconds, turned around, chewed, and nodded as if uncaring. After finishing chewing, he said: “Got it.”

After thinking for a moment, he added: “You’ve stayed here for so long, you’ll probably be gone for a while when you go back, right?”

Qiu Zhijie hadn’t eaten much and put down his chopsticks early. When he asked that question, his gaze had been fixed on Kong Xunwen’s face, watching his expression.

He noticed some fluctuation, but his mood still didn’t lift. He was about to leave, but leaving Kong Xunwen alone, even with the smart butler, still made him uneasy.

Seeing Qiu Zhijie remain silent, Kong Xunwen looked up and met his gaze. He didn’t know when, but he seemed to have gotten used to Qiu Zhijie’s eyes constantly being on him, so much so that he was no longer so sensitive to his gaze.

He raised his hand and waved: “Snap out of it.”

Qiu Zhijie nodded, his eyes dropping to see Kong Xunwen’s empty bowl, and he refilled it with half a bowl of porridge.

It was just the right amount for Kong Xunwen’s appetite. He ate a spoonful, looking at Qiu Zhijie.

“I’m leaving at two this afternoon. This trip will take at least a week,” Qiu Zhijie frowned when he mentioned this.

“He Wu has run into some trouble. He was planning a show recently, but the venue was maliciously intercepted. It wasn’t a big deal initially, but then every subsequent venue was the same. Later, it was discovered that it was caused by the family of one of his interns. That intern felt He Wu was too strict with him.”

Qiu Zhijie wasn’t usually one to talk about these things, and Kong Xunwen wouldn’t actively ask.

But starting one day, Qiu Zhijie began telling him his schedule for the day during breakfast.

At the time, he thought it was just a special day, but it happened every time afterward. Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but ask him about it, and then he was met with a Qiu Zhijie whose ear tips were red.

He said: “I saw it online. A relationship starts with sharing your lives with each other.”

Kong Xunwen was actually immersed in the thought of whether they had tacitly glossed over the previous confession, and he had even considered that perhaps being friends afterward would be nice.

Then he heard that sentence.

Ah, so he hadn’t given up yet.

He didn’t know if he felt regret or relief.

But afterward, Kong Xunwen tried to avoid it. He wanted to say: “I’m not interested.”

But he only managed the first three words. Qiu Zhijie must have guessed what he wanted to say, and those eyes just looked at him, filled with many things, like a deep, clear spring shattered by raindrops.

In the end, he didn’t continue speaking, just remained silent, tacitly allowing Qiu Zhijie to continue.

Initially, Qiu Zhijie just briefly talked about the day’s schedule, which was mostly the same every day. Kong Xunwen quickly got bored and genuinely didn’t want to listen anymore.

Qiu Zhijie probably noticed this and started talking about more interesting things.

Well, Zhijie Studio was quite large, but it was the first time Kong Xunwen realized there was so much gossip within the studio.

He was genuinely interested in that.

Later, Qiu Zhijie’s daily reporting method changed to the current one.

He Wu—Kong Xunwen remembered this person from before. His former colleagues all said he lacked social skills and often messed things up due to low emotional intelligence, requiring the boss to clean up his messes.

However, his talent in the industry was genuinely high, so while people said all sorts of things about him, no one said he didn’t deserve his position.

Kong Xunwen had also heard colleagues talk about He Wu’s interns, how things always ended badly, or even worse, with those who learned from him.

But none had escalated to the extent Qiu Zhijie described.

He couldn’t help but look at Qiu Zhijie, signaling with his eyes for him to continue.

Qiu Zhijie’s expression softened slightly: “I’m mainly going there to mediate for them. I’m still not entirely clear on what exactly happened.”

He paused: “I’ll call you and tell you when I have time later.”

Kong Xunwen ate a spoonful of porridge. Well, this was him setting a hook.

“That depends on whether I have time, doesn’t it?”

Qiu Zhijie sighed silently: “If you have time, will you please answer my call?”

Kong Xunwen swallowed the last bit of porridge, feeling perfectly full, about seven or eight parts. He didn’t give a definite answer.

Qiu Zhijie continued to talk about other things, all matters that he would only be able to tell Kong Xunwen about after he had investigated them.

In other words, they were all hooks, layers of insurance to ensure that their connection wouldn’t be severed after he left.

Finally, he asked again: “Will you keep in touch with me then?”

Kong Xunwen raised his chin: “I know.”

Qiu Zhijie still watched him, refusing to give up. That answer was too vague.

Kong Xunwen tilted his head, his gaze falling on the large screen, looking at the vivid red and green colors: “I will answer the phone.”