His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 63

Phone Play

Title: [Regarding that recent W, and the explosive popularity of him and his partner showing affection online…]

OP: Does anyone know anything? I’m genuinely too curious. What does his partner actually look like? And is this all scripted? I was shipping them so hard, but then I saw the post saying it was all a script for traffic, and now I can’t ship it anymore…

1L: It’s obviously scripted, come on.

2L: Exactly. What’s there to discuss? His drawing is good, but the script is too fake. It’s really uncomfortable to watch.

3L: No way, no way. They are a real couple, okay? The streamer mainly focuses on drawing normally. What’s the big deal?

4L: Don’t take it too seriously, sister above. That’s just how the internet is now.

5L: I think I know a little. I heard this person really does have a partner who is super rich. As for whether it’s the one who appears in the stream, that’s hard to say…

6L: What, what, what? Tell us more! Is it a partner or a sugar daddy?

7L: Off-topic, but that person is genuinely good-looking.

8L OP: So the sweetness I’m shipping might actually be fake? o(╥﹏╥)o

13L: Since everyone is so curious, I’ll say a few more things. I heard it’s a big boss, and they met the streamer when the streamer was working before. It seems the streamer only started doing this after resigning. As for whether they got together after resigning, I don’t know…

18L: Speaking of which, wasn’t the streamer working at Zhijie Studio before? They must have met a lot of people there.

19L: The person above was too scared to say it, so I will. Maybe that’s why they dared to resign and strike out on their own. The ‘partner’ in the livestream is probably a hired actor. It’s easy to guess.

23L: Since the person above was afraid to be direct, I’ll say it too. What “met a lot of people”? They probably just latched onto a sugar daddy there.

26L: Alright, another one bites the dust. I’m out. As expected of the influencer circle, what a show.

30L: Don’t talk nonsense, okay? Isn’t this all speculation? Where is the direct evidence? Is this the age where you can spread rumors with a casual remark?

31L: Oh, oh, oh, someone’s triggered?

…

Forums were once very popular, then their heat faded for a while, but now they were bustling again. Kong Xunwen didn’t pay attention to them, so his movements were a bit clumsy when he clicked in. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to distinguish the different sections.

Everything was dazzling, like he had presbyopia.

This sight added a hint of cheerfulness to the barrage of comments from the fans who had just been righteously indignant.

[Wenwen clearly never goes on forums, hahahahaha]

[Those people are just talking nonsense and making wild guesses. Wenwen, please don’t take it to heart.]

[I was just about to tell Wenwen not to pay too much attention, but I see Wenwen really doesn’t pay much attention, haha.]

Kong Xunwen finally found a reasonable way to navigate the forum. Amidst a sea of vague topics, he found the one about himself and clicked in.

He scanned it roughly, and his brow furrowed. He hadn’t realized his own life experience could be twisted into this.

But he wasn’t exactly angry; he even found it a little funny.

Thinking this, he actually laughed out loud. He looked up and saw some ambiguous comments flooding the screen. He raised an eyebrow and said pointedly, “They truly are masters of reading comprehension.”

The young man remarked with sincere admiration, “If only I had this ability when I took exams, I wouldn’t have handed in a blank paper.”

[Hahahahaha, I know, right? But Wenwen was bad at Chinese language arts? What a coincidence, I found another common point with Wenwen, hehe.]

Kong Xunwen sounded a bit helpless: “Yes, fortunately, after patient guidance from my teacher, I finally learned… at least enough not to hand in a blank paper?”

Seeing this, many fans in the comments understood what Kong Xunwen meant and joined in to clear away the strange comments.

After the livestream ended, Kong Xunwen knew the matter wasn’t over.

As long as he didn’t directly clarify, the rumors wouldn’t disappear.

However, part of the rumor wasn’t entirely false—he was indeed with a big boss.

Well… Qiu Zhijie counted as a big boss, or at least a young master.

And they had indeed met before he resigned.

Kong Xunwen smiled, but the smile quickly faded. He sighed softly. How to handle this depended on the outcome between him and Qiu Zhijie.

The door opened with a soft sound, and the young man looked up.

The man, tall and imposing, rested his hand on the doorknob and tilted his head at him: “Didn’t you finish? Why aren’t you coming out?”

Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes. The man had just showered, and water droplets were still falling from his wet hair onto the floor.

He couldn’t help but ask, “You didn’t blow-dry your hair?”

He knew that if he didn’t blow-dry his own hair, this person would lecture him for ages.

Qiu Zhijie looked at him for a moment: “I’ll blow it later.”

Kong Xunwen nodded, then remembered the question Qiu Zhijie had asked: “I’m coming out now.”

He started walking toward the door, but Qiu Zhijie didn’t move aside until Kong Xunwen reached him, only then shifting halfway.

As Kong Xunwen brushed past the man’s side, his arm suddenly felt cold. Kong Xunwen flinched and looked down. Qiu Zhijie followed his gaze; the drop of water had fallen from Qiu Zhijie’s hair.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Zhijie said, “Sorry.”

Given their current relationship, saying that didn’t seem out of place.

Kong Xunwen pursed his lips and walked straight past without a word.

While he was showering, he heard the sound of a hairdryer outside, along with a faint, intermittent sound that seemed to be a phone vibrating. Since the hairdryer kept running, Kong Xunwen focused on his shower.

When he finished and stepped out, he instinctively checked his phone. It was only 8:30.

Logically, it wasn’t his usual bedtime yet.

Thinking this, he sat on the bed. He wasn’t sleepy at all. Was he just going to lie there awkwardly?

A familiar hand pressed onto the back of his head. Just as Kong Xunwen was about to turn around, the sound of the hairdryer started up first, blowing his dark hair forward across his forehead.

He squinted, feeling the familiar, comfortable pressure. His back, which had unconsciously tensed up, relaxed.

He didn’t see the man behind him lower his gaze, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

The young man hadn’t cut his hair in a long time; the dark strands now reached his shoulders. The wet ends drooped against his skin, and a few glistening drops of water fell down.

Qiu Zhijie’s fingertips occasionally brushed the back of the unguarded young man’s neck, touching the slightly cool skin.

Kong Xunwen felt his hair gradually dry. The gentle tugging on his scalp created a comfortable, numbing sensation, followed by drowsiness.

He let his eyelids droop.

“Buzz—buzz—”

The sound of the phone vibrating instantly shattered the drowsy atmosphere. Kong Xunwen’s gaze followed the sound. It wasn’t his phone; it was Qiu Zhijie’s.

The phone continued to vibrate. The hairdryer stopped, making the sound even clearer.

Qiu Zhijie frowned.

Kong Xunwen had already stood up, walked to his side of the bed, lifted the covers, and settled in, leaning back.

Qiu Zhijie glanced at the young man, then picked up his phone. It was an unknown number. He usually hung up immediately, but the interruption just now had annoyed him, so he answered, intending to find out who the brainless caller was.

“Hello?”

Wan Yongle, who had finally mustered the courage to make the call, didn’t detect the coldness in that single word. He paused, steadying his voice: “CEO Qiu…”

He was still trembling slightly.

The voice coming through the phone was somewhat distorted, but the familiarity allowed Qiu Zhijie to recognize it. His finger froze, hovering over the screen. He lowered his eyes, but his ears twitched, listening closely to the slightly muffled voice.

“Who are you?” This was Qiu Zhijie’s main reason for answering the call.

“I—” Already nervous, Wan Yongle’s voice became slightly sharp, but he quickly controlled it. He suppressed the humiliation in his heart and quietly stated his name.

Qiu Zhijie was silent for a moment: “…Have I met you?”

Wan Yongle bit his lower lip tightly before saying, “I’m an Intern Designer under you. I asked you a question this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Qiu Zhijie replied coolly. So this person had a problem with their brain? Why was he calling him out of the blue?

Just as he was about to voice his internal question, a warm scent of lavender suddenly wafted from his side—the young man, fresh from his shower, had moved closer.

Qiu Zhijie paused, giving the person on the other end a chance to continue.

“Actually, I… I have a question I wanted to consult you about…”

The young man who had approached lowered his eyes, seemingly looking at the phone screen. He tilted his ear, as if to hear the voice on the other end clearly, and then lifted his hand to press the speaker button. His eyes, however, lifted to look at Qiu Zhijie.

In the dim, warm light that had turned on sometime earlier, his light-colored pupils looked like sweet, tempting honey, attracting diligent, greedy ants.

They both listened as the young man on the phone spoke with increasing fluency.

Qiu Zhijie, however, heard less and less clearly. He stared blankly at the young man, as if being seduced. The voices in his ear gradually faded, but just as he wanted to lean in, the irritating sound amplified inappropriately.

He frowned, wanting to hang up the phone immediately.

The young man seemed to read his mind. He casually pushed the hand holding the phone away, then slowly leaned closer.

Qiu Zhijie’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His gaze was scalding, like a branding iron.

It was also like a chain, intent on binding the person.

The young man drew near. Qiu Zhijie moved his lips, expecting a kiss.

The mischievous young man bypassed his lips entirely, placing the kiss on the corner of his eye, leaving only a faint, lingering tickle on his mouth.

Then he pulled away.

And casually pressed the noisy phone back to normal.

Qiu Zhijie was stunned for a few seconds. The person on the other end of the phone, perhaps sensing something, stopped talking.

Frowning, Qiu Zhijie looked at the young man beside him, who acted as if nothing had happened. Qiu Zhijie was distracted now and didn’t want to deal with the caller anymore. He said casually, “Discuss these things during work hours.”

He then hung up the phone and turned to face the young man beside him.

Kong Xunwen also lifted his eyes from his phone.

“What was that supposed to mean?”

Kong Xunwen feigned innocence: “What was what supposed to mean?”

Qiu Zhijie stared at him. He suddenly reached out, placing one hand near the young man’s neck, followed by the other. He leaned in slowly, his tall frame blocking the light, plunging his face into shadow.

“Just now, were you going to kiss me?”

He stopped just short of the young man’s lips, looking into his flickering eyes, and asked in a low voice.

Kong Xunwen blinked: “Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you?” They spoke at this intimate, close distance.

“You were on the phone.”

The reply to that was a soft chuckle, followed by the man’s descending lips.