His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 77

This is Seduction

Kong Xunwen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the trace of moisture at the corner of those lips. As he lifted his chin, his eyes rose as well, looking up at Qiu Zhijie.

His eyes were clearly devoid of expression, yet the action was an overt act of seduction.

Qiu Zhijie’s eyelids and lashes fluttered. He stared blankly at the scene before him: the slightly shorter young man looking up, his light-colored eyes shining faintly in the light. There was no discernible emotion in them, making it impossible to gauge his intentions.

But the infinitely close distance, the warmth, breath, and taste of the lips, and those upward-tilted eyes—

All were drawing him in.

He stopped restraining himself, unable to hold back any longer. Qiu Zhijie followed the impulse in his heart, his dark eyes sinking slightly as he lowered his head, adjusting the lips lightly resting near his own to the perfect position, and then, getting down to business.

Kong Xunwen was conscious. He raised a hand to press against Qiu Zhijie’s shoulder, his slightly closed eyes lifting a little, catching sight of the second floor.

He quickly turned his head, his cheeks flushed crimson, abruptly ending the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” Qiu Zhijie asked, his voice carrying some heat, though his breathing wasn’t ragged since the kiss hadn’t lasted long.

Kong Xunwen pursed his lips, unwilling to voice his true thoughts. He whispered, “Let’s go to the room.”

Saying such a thing was likely embarrassing for him, as it was undoubtedly an explicit suggestion.

Qiu Zhijie didn’t smile; he looked almost fierce, yet the coldness was gone. He resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, harboring a palpable, underlying energy.

Kong Xunwen didn’t see it, but for some reason, goosebumps rose on his skin.

They showered together. When they emerged, Kong Xunwen’s face was burning. Recalling the feeling of alternating ice and fire just moments ago, the air conditioning seemed too cold.

The person behind him leaned in and whispered near his ear, “You’re getting a haircut tomorrow. Should we have a farewell ceremony for it tonight?”

Kong Xunwen’s pupils were slightly unfocused, and he didn’t quite grasp the meaning of the question.

Suddenly, his shoulder was covered by black hair. The hair he had just tied up was now undone, cascading down onto his shoulders and collarbones.

He lowered his head to look, but the loose hair bothered him. Disliking the sensation, he tilted his head back up, abandoning the idea.

His face emerged from the strands of black: fair, smooth skin, beautiful features, framed by the dark contour of his hair. He could only keep his chin raised, and when he sensed Qiu Zhijie drawing closer, he had to look down.

It was like looking down at him.

Then he saw the person holding the ends of his hair and kissing them.

Was this the point? The so-called celebratory ceremony?

As he pondered this, the man lifted his head again without warning, and the kiss that had lingered on the hair ends moved to his lips.

*

The haircut.

Kong Xunwen thought he must have lost his mind to agree to let Qiu Zhijie cut his hair, though perhaps as a designer, he did possess some skill in this area?

…He was still out of his mind.

He felt drowsy. To give himself time to fix any potential haircut disaster, he had deliberately scheduled his live stream for the morning instead of the afternoon. Consequently, he hadn’t slept in and had woken up early.

He managed to get through the stream, but the moment it ended, the urge to sleep became irresistible.

He only slept until lunchtime, and after lunch, he managed another short nap before being dragged up for the haircut by someone more enthusiastic than he was.

Despite the nervousness, he was still sleepy.

Qiu Zhijie hadn’t slept early yesterday either, and he had woken up with Kong Xunwen that morning, not even taking a nap in between. Yet, he looked much more energetic than Kong Xunwen now.

In a professional manner, Qiu Zhijie draped the towel around Kong Xunwen to catch the falling hair. He organized the tools laid out beside him, his expression gradually becoming serious.

At least his attitude was earnest.

Kong Xunwen closed his eyes. Fine, let him do it.

With the gentle, almost imperceptible touch of the person behind him, the already tired Kong Xunwen slowly drifted off to sleep, his breathing steady, accompanied by small, soft sounds.

Qiu Zhijie paused. In the quiet room, amidst the not-so-loud chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the wind, he heard the sound of that breathing. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

When Kong Xunwen groggily woke up because his posture was uncomfortable, his vision quickly cleared. He stared at the slightly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, momentarily stunned.

Then he remembered what they were supposed to be doing today. The other person beside him was bent over, still busy with something. He glanced over, then leaned closer to the mirror to examine himself.

It was much neater, but not particularly short. He pinched the short strands of hair below his ear—it even had some layers.

He curiously looked left and right, then felt a little dissatisfied. Pinching the prickly hair at the back of his head, he called out to the person beside him, “Qiu Zhijie.”

Each syllable was distinct.

Qiu Zhijie, who was busy selecting the next tool, finally turned his head. “Yes?”

Kong Xunwen frowned, not looking at him, and continued to show him the unsatisfactory length of the hair at the back of his head. “It’s prickly here. It’s uncomfortable.”

Footsteps quickly approached, bringing a rush of air.

Kong Xunwen didn’t turn around, seeing the person in the mirror. His eyes shifted, and he remembered to offer some praise: “The rest is pretty good. I’m very satisfied.”

Qiu Zhijie couldn’t help but let his lips curl up at the compliment, but he didn’t forget the customer’s complaint. “Alright, where exactly?”

Kong Xunwen extended his free hand and poked the spot in the mirror to show him the uncomfortable area.

“Here.”

Qiu Zhijie glanced at it, then lowered his gaze to the spot on the young man’s body he was pointing at—the fair neck, which was already slightly red.

He frowned in annoyance and reached out to cover the spot for the young man. His palm was calloused, but he could feel the itchiness where the hair was pricking him.

“I was going to cut it anyway,” he explained. “But I used the wrong scissors.”

“I forgive you. Go ahead and cut it,” Kong Xunwen said magnanimously.

Qiu Zhijie offered a small, cooperative smile, then quickly lowered his eyes to focus, speeding up his movements.

Bored, Kong Xunwen opened his phone and scrolled to a clip from his morning live stream. The thumbnail showed him painting, so he clicked on it, intending to see how he looked on camera that morning.

The moment it opened, a picture appeared—very simple black lines that outlined a suggestive image of two people.

Kong Xunwen swiped away the video and simultaneously glanced at the person in the mirror.

Fortunately, that person was completely focused and serious.

He sighed in relief, closed the video app, and opened his chat interface with his teacher.

He had received a message from his teacher when he woke up this morning, sent at 5:30 AM: a small purple flower against the backdrop of a sunrise, surrounded by lush, messy weeds.

He had replied with a thumbs-up at eight o’clock, and just recently, his teacher had sent many more photos.

His teacher always loved taking pictures. Kong Xunwen looked through them one by one, replying as he went. The teacher happened to be online, and they started chatting.

The attention of the previously focused person behind him finally shifted slightly. He quietly glanced at the chat interface on the young man’s phone screen.

He stared for a moment before retracting his gaze, his furrowed brow relaxing slightly.

The teacher was busy, and the chat ended shortly after. Kong Xunwen was used to it and didn’t feel disappointed. He looked up, ready to examine the hair that had been manipulated.

He happened to catch the serious, focused expression of the person behind him. After staring for a few seconds, Kong Xunwen raised his phone and snapped several pictures, then lowered his eyes to check the photos.

The first two were quite good. In the mirror, the short-haired young man held his phone, his gaze slightly averted, a hint of a smile in his eyes. This smile made him look more lively.

Behind the young man, the man was looking down, leaning in close, half his chin obscured. His hand holding the scissors was visible, showing complete concentration. Because of this focus, it was easy to see the preciousness with which he regarded the young man.

He flipped back and forth several times, unable to choose a favorite, so he kept them all. Sliding further—

His gaze fixed. He looked up.

Instantly, his eyes met those of the person in the mirror who had just been focused on cutting his hair.

The man smiled, looking somewhat smug. “What’s wrong?”

But it sounded more like: Are you captivated by me too?

Kong Xunwen didn’t want to look at him like that, yet he regretted that this expression was too rare, and he hadn’t managed to capture a photo of it.

But the image was clearly imprinted in his mind. He analyzed the details repeatedly, every single part.

He lowered his eyes, tapping his index finger on the side of his phone, looking at the photo of the person who had looked up upon realizing he was being photographed.

He flipped past it and exited the interface. “I took a commemorative photo.”

“After all, it’s the famous CEO Qiu. Now he’s my barber.”

“Are you satisfied with just that?” Qiu Zhijie asked casually, not looking up. He carefully made a snip, leaning in close due to his concentration.

Kong Xunwen said, “Huh?”

Qiu Zhijie’s movements were careful but quick. He had already moved his hand away. “Does it feel better now?”

Kong Xunwen tilted his head up and looked around. It still felt a little prickly when he tilted his head, but cutting it shorter would make it too short, so he nodded. “This is fine.”

The man who had put down the scissors came over to help remove the towel along with the loose hair. Kong Xunwen adjusted his posture, looking at himself in the mirror, thoroughly satisfied. “I’m very pleased with your skill. It’s excellent.”

In the mirror, the short hair made him look much sharper. His features and facial contours were more clearly revealed, giving him a sense of edge, though the look softened considerably when one saw his eyes.

The only thing that hadn’t changed was that he was still very handsome.

“So, is there a reward?” Qiu Zhijie put away the bundled towel and leaned closer, placing his face next to Kong Xunwen’s cheek.

Kong Xunwen’s phone received a message, and he opened it immediately.

It was a message from that group chat. He usually checked it, but normally there weren’t so many @ mentions. For some reason, many people were tagging him this time.

As soon as he clicked in and saw the reason, Kong Xunwen was speechless.

Just because Qiu Zhijie hadn’t appeared on camera for a few days, people were speculating that they had broken up. Some were even seriously suggesting it was due to family issues.

Everyone in the group was equally dumbfounded.

[Unbelievable. Our Wenwen is famous now, getting so much attention.]

[Tell me about it. And the rumor is spreading so widely, farther than the news that Wenwen is a painting streamer.]

[Who understands the feeling of hearing a classmate excitedly talk about a gay relationship blogger who “collapsed” and rushing to gossip, only to find out it’s the “salvation” streamer you follow?]

[And she even called him a blogger instead of a streamer.]

[Hahahaha, it’s okay, sis, as long as we know it’s not true.]

[This is absolutely insane. How can the rumor be so ridiculous?]

[I have a great idea. @Wen, Wenwen, quickly post a picture, text, video, or live stream showing off your relationship! I swear I don’t just want to see it.]

[Hahaha, sister, you’re a genius! Yes, yes, we definitely don’t just want to see it.]

[@Wen, Hehe, yes, yes, we just wanted to let Wenwen know.]

[@Wen, Exactly, exactly. We must work hard to stop the spread of rumors.]