His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 59

“You… bastard…”

Qiu Zhijie instinctively looked toward the young man first, while saying, “Come in.”

The knock on the door briefly drew Kong Xunwen’s attention. He had been streaming since finishing lunch, and having just completed a draft, he was now taking a break to chat with the audience.

Many people had knocked on the door this morning, some with genuine business, others purely out of curiosity and gossip, but they all found suitable excuses, so Qiu Zhijie couldn’t say much.

He quickly withdrew his gaze.

The comments section had moved past the questions about why he had changed locations again. Although he didn’t want to tell the truth, he wasn’t very good at lying, so he had answered honestly at the time: “I’m at my boyfriend’s place.”

He just hadn’t elaborated too much.

He let the viewers below who shipped them continue shipping, and those who speculated keep guessing.

Just as he was about to pick a question to answer and start chatting, the door opened, and a somewhat familiar voice rang out: “CEO Qiu.”

Kong Xunwen paused, recalling what he had just been thinking. Only after speaking did he casually look up.

He glanced and then withdrew his gaze.

It was a very young man, likely a recent graduate, who approached Qiu Zhijie with something in his hand, handing over a document.

The comments asked why he had gone silent again, if he was tired, and if he needed a rest.

Kong Xunwen curled his lips and gave a small, comforting smile. The slight smile didn’t reveal the dimples on his cheeks, which made the viewers feel quite disappointed.

Ah, he finally smiled, but I didn’t see my favorite little dimples.

Although, he still looks very handsome.

Wenwen, smile again with the dimples.

Seeing this, Kong Xunwen felt much better and indeed smiled again, revealing his dimples.

Wan Yongle noticed that CEO Qiu’s attention was constantly drawn to the young man in the other room. Feeling a little resentful, he clenched the document in his hand and called out, “CEO Qiu?”

His deliberately softened voice failed to attract attention, only earning a momentary frown from the man.

“…You don’t even know this?” After a brief explanation, Qiu Zhijie instinctively wanted to say a few unpleasant words, but he glanced at the time and stopped himself, cutting straight to the chase, “That’s all. Get out.”

Just as Wan Yongle secretly attributed this difference to himself and placed his hand on the doorknob to leave, he heard a supplementary sentence from behind.

“Don’t waste my time with such childish things in the future.”

His lips instantly turned pale. Wan Yongle murmured a low acknowledgment, opened the door, and left.

Back at his desk, Wan Yongle looked at the excuse he had just used. Indeed, the questions in the document were too rudimentary. It was normal for CEO Qiu to be impatient.

*

The voices over there were very low, and Kong Xunwen was speaking, so the livestream room didn’t hear anything.

Only Kong Xunwen heard clearly. He was multitasking, mentally replaying the conversation he had just overheard.

Wait.

He frowned. Why was he thinking about these things?

Before he could dwell on it, a voice suddenly rang out without any attempt at concealment, and it was very close.

“What would you like for afternoon tea?”

Kong Xunwen abruptly turned his head and saw that Qiu Zhijie had indeed walked up beside him at some point. He consciously avoided the camera but, as if accidentally, revealed the corner of his clothing and one hand.

You never asked before.

Well, before, he would just send a message reminding him to eat something and drink water.

Kong Xunwen saw the comments scrolling quickly in his peripheral vision. Not wanting to air their private matters online, he reluctantly said, “Anything.”

“How about a blueberry crepe cake, with some other seasonal fruits, and green tea?” Qiu Zhijie still described it in detail. Seeing the young man’s slightly widened eyes looking at him, he instead curled his lips and continued, “I had the blueberry crepe cake last year, and this year’s is also good.”

Kong Xunwen just wanted him to leave quickly. The atmosphere froze for a moment after their eye contact, so he had to smile, “I’ll listen to you.”

Only then did Qiu Zhijie leave, satisfied.

Turning back to face the barrage of comments asking about their relationship, Kong Xunwen maintained his smile while quietly clenching his fists.

Just wait until he ends the stream.

Qiu Zhijie withdrew his gaze and then messaged Wang Tongliang to order afternoon tea, upgrading the afternoon tea for the entire studio today in the process.

The afternoon tea arrived a little late. Kong Xunwen was already preparing to wrap up and end the stream. When the news of the afternoon tea arrival came, his fans immediately clamored for him to chat a little longer while eating.

Qiu Zhijie was setting up the two portions of afternoon tea on the coffee table over there, even adding a few flowers, making the setting look very much like a date.

As if sensing Kong Xunwen’s gaze, the man squatting there suddenly turned and looked over.

Kong Xunwen hastily withdrew his gaze and then met the pleading comments on the screen, which softened his heart a little. Also, he genuinely didn’t want to be alone with Qiu Zhijie right now.

He felt like he had figured everything out, yet his mind was still a mess.

If he were to talk about it, he didn’t know how things had ended up this way.

Just as he raised a smile, ready to agree, a figure suddenly loomed over him from behind. Qiu Zhijie didn’t get too close, stopping only where he could clearly see the comments.

Kong Xunwen froze, seeing the man’s upper body suddenly exposed in his stream—basically everything but his face was visible.

He: …

How was this different from showing his whole face?

Kong Xunwen glanced at the items the man was wearing on his body and wrist. With just these things, anyone who looked into them, or was simply in this circle, could guess who this person was.

Of course, there was another possibility—that people would call it a publicity stunt.

He felt a little helpless, but the comments were currently filled with excited screams from shippers. Kong Xunwen changed his mind in those few seconds.

“Let’s meet again tomorrow. If you like what you see, please follow me. I will post tomorrow’s stream preview shortly.”

After saying a few more simple words, he said goodbye and ended the stream.

Kong Xunwen let out a small sigh, hearing the man chuckle softly in his ear: “Why did you end the stream? Didn’t everyone want you to stay?”

He said this, but his tone was full of amusement.

He didn’t reply, silently tidying up his equipment, thinking to himself.

If I didn’t end the stream now, who knows what else you might do later? You might as well stage some public display of affection or something else entirely.

The young man didn’t answer, and Qiu Zhijie didn’t mind. Once he finished tidying up and put his phone down, Qiu Zhijie took his hand and led him to the dessert table he had set up.

The exquisite plates held slices of crepe cake, with small forks placed beside them. In the center was a fruit platter, beautifully arranged, along with two cups of tea.

And, of course, the bouquet of flowers in the vase in the middle.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making it look like they were in a fancy dessert shop.

The two sat down, and Qiu Zhijie gestured with his hand: “Try it.”

Kong Xunwen glanced at him, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and was about to say something when a knock came from the office door.

Looking across, Qiu Zhijie’s expression had already changed.

Kong Xunwen felt like laughing. Who told you to set up all this stuff in the office?

Fearing it was urgent, Qiu Zhijie still got up, but he didn’t let the person in. He blocked the doorway, opened the door, and asked, “What is it?”

Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes and tasted another bite of the crepe cake. It was sweet and sour, with a strong blueberry flavor. The crepe layers were just right, and there was some innovative flavor he couldn’t quite place, only biting into a few embedded blueberry pieces.

A few bites were already starting to feel a bit rich.

He casually looked up toward the door. From this angle, he could see the person outside. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he heard that familiar voice.

“CEO Qiu, I’m here to thank you on everyone’s behalf.”

The young man’s voice was naturally soft, and he had deliberately lowered it further, making it sound sweet.

His gaze fell back on him. He hadn’t seen clearly before, but now he could see the face distinctly: amiable features, bright large eyes, a sweet smile on his lips, and a little roundness on his cheeks.

He exuded a vibrant energy.

In a moment of distraction, the young man shot him a look that concealed a hint of provocation.

Kong Xunwen blinked. The slight bitterness that had just risen in his heart hadn’t had time to be savored before it turned into a feeling of being utterly dumbfounded.

Qiu Zhijie’s merciless voice clearly echoed both inside and outside the office: “No need. Don’t do such unnecessary things again. It wastes my time.”

The young man’s face visibly paled. Finally, just before Qiu Zhijie closed the door, he shot a fierce glare at Kong Xunwen.

Kong Xunwen was full of question marks.

When Qiu Zhijie walked back, his expression had changed again. Kong Xunwen blinked, lowering his head to eat as if nothing had happened.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to leave work. Kong Xunwen leaned back on the sofa. The crimson sunset outside the window fell into his pupils, like a small spark of fire.

As the sun set, he suddenly thought of that young man again and smiled to himself.

This smile slowly faded.

He thought of a phrase: full of vitality.

And he was like the sunset now, perhaps just an instant away from sinking below the horizon.

Actually, they really weren’t suitable, were they?

Kong Xunwen thought, resting his head against the glass window beside him, looking down at the city illuminated by the sunset. From this angle, the buildings looked like tiny toys.

But he had already made things clear before. What more could he do? Leave even more decisively?

He didn’t want that.

He thought Qiu Zhijie would break up with him properly, that they would separate peacefully, and when they thought of each other again, there might be regret, but looking at their current happiness, they would know that everything passes, and feelings fade with time.

At that time, he would wish him well…

The young man’s forehead touched the transparent glass. His long eyelashes almost brushed the glass surface, reflecting his image and the slight confusion in his light-colored pupils.

*

After finishing his work, Qiu Zhijie stretched. His gaze fell on the young man who had been quiet for a long time. It was already pitch black outside the window, but the city was still active, with flashing neon lights making it look lively.

The figure leaning against the window hadn’t moved. Qiu Zhijie raised an eyebrow, got up, and carefully walked over, approaching him.

He crouched down beside him.

The young man’s fair face was illuminated by the neon lights outside, making it appear luminous. Occasionally, colored light flashed across it. His long eyelashes rested on his cheeks, making him look very docile. His forehead was pressed against the window. Although it was an awkward posture, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

His lips were slightly pouted in his sleep.

The man squatting beside him, even though his posture was lowered, did not appear subservient. This stance was like a collector gazing at a treasured item, or a giant dragon guarding a precious gem.

After setting his phone to silent and taking a photo and a short video, Qiu Zhijie quickly raised his hand and carefully supported the young man’s forehead, lifting it away from the window.

The young man was startled awake, opening his eyes in a daze. Seeing the familiar face and sensing the familiar scent, he instinctively rubbed his head against the broad shoulder, snuggling softly.

Qiu Zhijie’s hand was still raised. The young man’s actions brought an involuntary smile to his face. He placed his hand on the young man’s back and whispered, “Now you decide to come over willingly.”

As soon as he spoke, he was lightly slapped on the ear, just a gentle brush, leaving a slight coolness from fingertips.

Kong Xunwen seemed to sense something, humming softly, and mumbled, “You… bastard…”