His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 64

The Thing He Had Dreamed Of

Dazed by the kiss, Kong Xunwen slowly closed his eyes, thinking that he still couldn’t accept it.

So, let’s just stay together. He hoped that this time, his luck would truly be good.

The youth’s fingertips tightened around the man’s lapel, and this hand was then grasped by another, larger hand.

Several minutes passed after the kiss ended. Kong Xunwen took the initiative to turn his head, ending it.

Before Qiu Zhijie could show his displeasure, a head rested in the hollow of his neck, the black hair prickling his skin slightly.

Unsure how to articulate his change of heart, Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes and said, “My teacher is coming tomorrow. He knows about my illness. Can you come with me to meet him?”

Qiu Zhijie listened, slowly pressing his lips together. He disliked hearing those specific words so much that the fact he was meeting the youth’s elder again tomorrow temporarily seemed insignificant.

He didn’t comment on the illness, pausing for a few seconds before belatedly asking, “Your teacher is coming tomorrow?”

Kong Xunwen, naturally familiar with the man, lifted his eyes. He couldn’t see the face of the person leaning on him, only the hand that had somehow reached over to lock around his waist and rest on his stomach, accommodating his movement.

The warmth permeated through the thin pajamas to the skin beneath.

Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes again: “Yes. He said he was coming over to see a friend anyway and told us to meet him there.”

“Mhm,” Qiu Zhijie responded distractedly.

Not much time had passed since their last meeting. He still remembered that encounter. Although the other party hadn’t shown any particular emotion throughout, remaining extremely polite and courteous, it was precisely because of this that he knew he hadn’t been truly accepted.

Now, meeting again, and right after the elder learned about the Genetic Disease.

Qiu Zhijie felt a little nervous too.

Of course, there was a more important matter right now.

He lowered his head, leaning close to the youth’s ear to whisper, “So, we are still together, right?”

This time, Kong Xunwen looked up into his eyes, a faint smile reflected in his light pupils: “What? Haven’t we been together this whole time?”

Seeing that smile, Qiu Zhijie felt a little reassured. He even had the presence of mind to joke, but he was still eager for the answer: “You know I don’t just mean *that* kind of together.”

Kong Xunwen put his head back down. Only when he couldn’t see Qiu Zhijie did he shyly whisper, “We will always be together from now on.”

“Boyfriend.”

Before the word was fully out, Kong Xunwen’s vision blurred as Qiu Zhijie wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a full embrace, tightening, then relaxing slightly.

“That’s wonderful,” he repeated, his nose pressed against the youth’s neck. “That’s wonderful.”

It had only been a few days, yet their familiar actions had become rusty. Kong Xunwen even instinctively shrank his neck.

However, the youth seemed to catch the feeling, an uncontrollable joyful smile spreading across his face.

Qiu Zhijie felt the strength of the embrace and, in his ecstasy, couldn’t help but complain, “I haven’t hugged you these past few days.”

Kong Xunwen wanted to roll his eyes. He hadn’t hugged him *like this*, but he certainly hadn’t stopped doing things more excessive than this.

Fortunately, Qiu Zhijie was aware of this too. He felt a momentary pang of guilt, then closed his eyes, savoring the profound sense of fulfillment in his arms—the thing he had dreamed of these past few days.

The arguments, the cold war, and the heartbreaking moments all seemed distant now. Qiu Zhijie couldn’t recall anything else, as if the world contained only the two of them.

Kong Xunwen also remained silent, listening to the breathing beside his ear. He slowly closed his eyes. A warm drowsiness washed over him, and this time, he didn’t resist. He stopped thinking about all the messy things, wrapping his thoughts in a blanket of warmth, anticipating the arrival of the next day.

*

Yun Yueluan only messaged Kong Xunwen after arriving at his friend’s house. His friend was traveling and had asked him to check if any appliances were left plugged in or any windows were left open.

He also suggested Yun Yueluan stay there, as it was only for one night anyway.

He said they would meet there, but the actual meeting point was at the community gate. When he saw the time was right, he walked toward the entrance.

Yun Yueluan arrived first. He looked around, then started chatting with the security guard nearby, and was even invited inside to sit down.

But when two familiar figures appeared in the distance, he quickly noticed them.

The youth had black hair and light eyes, his slightly long hair tied into a small bun at the back of his head. His features were delicate but held a hint of a smile. The tall man whose hands were clasped with his was dressed simply and handsomely. The man, who usually looked cold and somewhat fierce, seemed much gentler beside the youth.

This was actually the first time Yun Yueluan had truly scrutinized the man named Qiu Zhijie so seriously.

And the way this young couple interacted.

The youth was rather reserved, while the man exuded a sense of boldness no matter how he dressed. Yet, standing together, they were harmonious.

As Kong Xunwen approached the community gate, he saw his teacher emerging from the security office, the security guard patting his shoulder and saying something.

Amidst his nervousness, Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but silently admire his teacher’s ability to strike up a conversation with anyone so quickly.

Yes, he was extremely nervous right now. If this nervousness were quantified, he was probably far, far more anxious than Qiu Zhijie.

After all, he had concealed such a major matter from his teacher before.

Qiu Zhijie noticed his tension. He glanced down at his own fingers, which were being tightly squeezed, then looked up and was the first to greet the teacher walking toward them. He started to speak, paused, and then said straightforwardly: “…Hello, Teacher.”

Yun Yueluan had been observing his student. Hearing the greeting, he looked over. He knew Kong Xunwen was avoiding something, but he didn’t intend to make things difficult for him. He simply nodded calmly and gestured forward with his chin: “Let’s go, we need to talk.”

Kong Xunwen quickly pulled Qiu Zhijie forward and followed closely behind his teacher, walking step by step.

Unconsciously, Yun Yueluan moved to walk beside Kong Xunwen.

Now, the two men stood on either side of Kong Xunwen. Kong Xunwen dared neither to speak nor move, keeping his gaze strictly forward.

What kind of situation was this!

Because of this, he missed the complex glances his teacher occasionally cast upon him.

Qiu Zhijie, however, accidentally caught one. When Kong Xunwen in the middle slowed his pace slightly, Qiu Zhijie looked over and met Yun Yueluan’s eyes.

It was a very brief moment before Yun Yueluan deliberately looked away.

But Qiu Zhijie remembered that look even after they arrived at a nearby teahouse and sat down.

Shortly after they were seated, Yun Yueluan found an excuse to send Kong Xunwen away from the table, effectively removing him from the conversation.

Sensing this, Qiu Zhijie straightened up slightly, waiting for the elder’s interrogation.

Kong Xunwen knew something was wrong the moment he left his seat. His teacher was acting very strangely today. He had initially thought the tension was directed at him, and he had been nervous the entire way, unsure how to face his teacher.

Therefore, when he got the chance to escape, even if only briefly, he almost eagerly stood up—only to realize the situation had changed: only Qiu Zhijie and his teacher remained.

The youth’s movement instantly froze. He subconsciously looked at the man beside him.

Qiu Zhijie showed no expression, but the hand they held beneath the table squeezed Kong Xunwen’s. He looked back at the youth, his eyes conveying reassurance.

He spoke directly: “Go ahead.”

His eyes also said: It’s okay.

Kong Xunwen then looked at his teacher.

Yun Yueluan frowned: “What? Are you afraid I’ll eat him?”

Kong Xunwen shook his head. He then left, looking back several times, though the anxiety in his heart had lessened considerably, replaced by curiosity about what they might discuss.

He stopped not far away, sitting at another table and watching them from a distance.

He couldn’t hear the sound, but he could see their expressions.

However, Qiu Zhijie’s face was usually impassive, and his teacher was unusually serious today. After watching for a long time, Kong Xunwen couldn’t figure anything out.

Well, at least they looked quite harmonious.

“Hello, here is your tea and fruit platter.”

Kong Xunwen turned his head to meet the server’s extremely friendly smiling face. The service attitude was impeccable, but…

After he thanked them, the person left.

He looked down at the items in front of him, then looked up at the two people talking.

Did this look… a bit strange?

He then met two familiar pairs of eyes.

Kong Xunwen snapped his head straight and picked up his teacup.

After a while, there was still no movement from the other table. He quietly glanced over again. The two were still just moving their mouths. Although curious, he couldn’t just brazenly sit down next to them now.

Kong Xunwen boredly scrolled through his phone. He used to like checking the fan groups when he had nothing to do, but given that the recent matter hadn’t been fully clarified, he wasn’t in the mood for that yet.

In the end, he couldn’t find anything to distract himself with; he just wanted to look like he was doing something.

He was looking at the painting he had done during yesterday’s live stream when his shoulder was tapped.

Before he could turn around, a familiar face appeared before him.

Qiu Zhijie leaned toward him: “Let’s go, we’re heading back.”

Kong Xunwen stretched his neck to look behind him, confused: “Where’s Teacher?”

“He went back first. A friend called him with something urgent, so he told us to go home first and meet again later,” Qiu Zhijie said, raising his hand to flag down the server. “To go, please, thank you.”

Kong Xunwen also looked at his table. He had only taken a few sips of tea, and the fruit platter hadn’t been touched.

While he was still dazed, the items in front of him were already packaged, and even the phone on the table was picked up.

“Let’s go.”

The two got into the car to head home together.

Kong Xunwen held the phone that had been returned to his hand, turning his head to look at the man beside him who was looking at something on a tablet. He held back, but finally couldn’t resist poking him during a moment when he was drinking water: “What did you and Teacher talk about?”

“Finally couldn’t hold back?” Qiu Zhijie looked over, his eyes filled with a smile. He put down the tablet and capped his cup.

Before speaking, he recalled the conversation.

He had been fully prepared, expecting to hear uncomfortable, private questions, if not outright difficulties—

Of course, as Kong Xunwen’s elder, he had the right to ask.

But what he heard first was the other party’s story.

His thoughts returned. Qiu Zhijie’s lips curved up. He reached out and took Kong Xunwen’s hand, spreading it open, gently tracing the lifeline on his palm: “Look, this line is so long.”

Kong Xunwen inexplicably clenched his fist, pinching Qiu Zhijie’s fingers to stop the tickling sensation in his palm: “Why are you talking about this now? What exactly did Teacher tell you?”

Qiu Zhijie looked at him for a few seconds, blinked, and leaned closer: “What else could it be? Teacher told me to stay with you properly from now on, and if I ever dared to let you down, he wouldn’t forgive me.”

“Tch.” Kong Xunwen scoffed, knowing it was just a way to fool him, but he still played along: “And what did you say?”

Qiu Zhijie pressed the fingers held in the youth’s palm, his thumb feeling the lines, and said casually, “Of course, I said I’d always be with you properly.”

“I won’t give him the chance.”

The man lowered his eyes, staring at the youth’s clenched fist, kneading it gently, as if confirming something.