His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 87

Some Daily Life

Scene One: Regarding the Rings

One day, Kong Xunwen didn’t plan to go out, but Qiu Zhijie still needed to go to the studio. So, that morning, he took out the dazzling diamond ring and announced to Qiu Zhijie, “I’m wearing this today.”

Qiu Zhijie, who was putting on his earrings, looked back. “Aren’t you afraid of being robbed?”

Kong Xunwen wagged a finger at him. “Today, you’re the only one who needs to worry about that.”

Qiu Zhijie narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you want to wear this today?”

Kong Xunwen nodded affirmatively.

“If I wear it, you have to wear it too. Are you sure?”

Since he was staying home today, Kong Xunwen nodded again.

Two hours later…

An enlarged photo of two hands wearing large diamond rings clasped together spread throughout the entire studio. In the original picture, the young man’s expression was calm but subtly wooden and resigned, while the man, unusually, was smiling.

Scene Two: Regarding Garlic-Scented Hand Cream

Kong Xunwen once had a sudden urge to cook a meal for Qiu Zhijie. He excitedly opened a tutorial video, and after his first successful attempt at stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, he felt confident enough to start a livestream.

His choice of ingredients was somewhat cautious, yet not entirely so, as he chose green beans.

To prevent the tragedy of being poisoned by undercooked beans, Kong Xunwen deliberately stir-fried them for a long time, resulting in the plate before him…

Charcoal.

It looked completely inedible.

The livestream chat also fell silent. Moments ago, everyone had been full of anticipation, but now they truly recognized Wenwen’s skill level.

To redeem himself, Kong Xunwen started a second attempt and finally achieved a satisfactory result.

As he displayed his finished dish, a strong scent of garlic wafted from his raised hand.

Kong Xunwen frowned slightly.

He ended the stream shortly after receiving praise. Checking the time, he sped up, stir-frying another dish—Coke chicken wings. The rice had been cooked in advance, but these dishes weren’t quite enough for two people, so he ordered takeout from their usual spot.

With everything prepared, Qiu Zhijie was almost home.

Kong Xunwen was applying hand cream. As Qiu Zhijie entered the door, he had just finished applying it and was walking out.

He naturally walked to the door to greet him.

Qiu Zhijie, rarely receiving such a welcome, was a little flattered. Instead of handing over his removed jacket, he twitched his nose and asked, “Did you put on hand cream?”

Kong Xunwen nodded.

Qiu Zhijie took his hand and placed it near his nose, carefully distinguishing the scent. Finally, he concluded, “You changed your hand cream.”

Kong Xunwen said, “Huh?”

Because of that reaction, Qiu Zhijie held his hand and sniffed, detecting a hint of spiciness hidden within the scent. He asked, “Did this brand release a new scent? The base note is a bit spicy. What flavor is it?”

Kong Xunwen poked his head in exasperation. “It’s garlic.”

“Garlic-scented hand cream?”

“My hand smells like garlic.”

Qiu Zhijie grasped the key point. “So you put on hand cream because of that?”

Then he added, “Is it because of me? Is it because I don’t like the smell of garlic?”

Kong Xunwen averted his gaze, staring into the distance. “No.”

Qiu Zhijie waited for him to continue.

He only heard Kong Xunwen emphasize again, “No.”

Qiu Zhijie chuckled softly, no longer pressing the issue, and changed the subject. “Alright, alright… Let’s eat then. I watched your livestream…”

But later that night, during a very important moment, he leaned close to the young man’s ear—who was flushed and slightly dazed—and whispered, “Was the hand cream because of me?”

Kong Xunwen raised a hand to cover his face and ears. “…What exactly are you fixated on?”

Qiu Zhijie teased him. “So, was it? Was it?”

“…”

Scene Three: Regarding Couple Piercings

Qiu Zhijie liked wearing earrings. Later, he asked Kong Xunwen to help him get two ear piercings, but the pain was too much, so he stopped there.

Because he liked wearing earrings, he often asked Kong Xunwen to wear matching ones, or ones that looked like couple accessories, when they went out.

Kong Xunwen didn’t resist; this feeling of being marked gave Qiu Zhijie a sense of security.

However—

Perhaps his ears were too sensitive, but even comfortable ear cuffs would rub his ears red and cause discomfort after wearing them for a short time.

Although he never mentioned it, Qiu Zhijie noticed and began to reduce these requests.

One day, Kong Xunwen suddenly told him, “Pierce my ear.”

Qiu Zhijie was very surprised.

Kong Xunwen, however, had already prepared the tools and sat down, waiting for Qiu Zhijie.

Qiu Zhijie struggled internally for a long time, which made his initial preparation movements very slow.

Kong Xunwen wanted to tell him that dragging it out made it worse and it was better to get it over with quickly, but considering the man’s occasional sudden vulnerability, he didn’t rush him.

But as he waited, his fists clenched tighter and tighter. Fortunately, the next moment, Qiu Zhijie spoke.

“Then I’ll start…”

His voice was shaky.

Kong Xunwen mentally scoffed. The pain of the piercing was a hot, searing sensation, accompanied by a sharp sting. He even felt his mind drift away at that moment. It was as if he was guarding that ear, watching the entire process unfold, yet also as if he had run away, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the one who called a stop was not him, but Qiu Zhijie, whose hand was actually very steady.

Qiu Zhijie said, “One side is enough.”

And then complimented, “It looks cool.”

So Kong Xunwen ended up with one ear pierced, while the other side had a black mole that resembled a piercing, which Qiu Zhijie often touched and claimed.

Qiu Zhijie himself didn’t know if he couldn’t bear to let his lover suffer pain again, or if he couldn’t bear for that familiar mark to disappear or be covered.

In any case, Kong Xunwen had a piercing, a single one, and just as Qiu Zhijie said, it looked very cool.

One earring from a pair could be worn in this single piercing, while the other would appear on Qiu Zhijie’s ear—he could always make room to match Kong Xunwen.

Scene Four: Regarding Jealousy

One time, Qiu Zhijie started preparing for this year’s fashion show much earlier than usual, and the two returned to their old home together.

It was early spring. The snow in the north hadn’t melted yet, but their old home was already lush and green, though still very chilly.

Next would be the annual inevitable plum rain season.

The livestream location had changed. The original streaming room was converted into a viewing area. As for what they did inside, anything was possible.

Qiu Zhijie liked to draw his designs there.

Kong Xunwen sometimes liked to keep him company during this time, like today.

The weather was overcast and cold, but the room was warm with the heating on. Neither of them was dressed heavily. The thick carpet on the floor could also serve as a bed, and Kong Xunwen liked to put a pillow on the floor and sleep there.

Qiu Zhijie had no chair inside, so he sat on the floor in front of a wall-mounted desk that didn’t reach the floor, where he kept his various items.

The bamboo outside was vividly green, and the light filtering in carried a greenish-blue filter, like a deep, swaying pool.

Kong Xunwen stretched out his arms and legs, taking up a large space.

Qiu Zhijie sat upright not far from Kong Xunwen’s head.

The scratching sound of the pen started. Kong Xunwen wasn’t sleepy. When the sound stopped, he scooted closer to Qiu Zhijie and, with a raised hand, pulled down the sheet of paper that had been torn off.

He held it up, looked at it from a distance, said nothing, and tucked it back.

A hand stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

Kong Xunwen mumbled, “Just looking.”

Then he scooted away again.

Qiu Zhijie watched him for a moment, then waved his hand, telling him to focus.

So he focused.

Before long, crumpled balls of paper were scattered everywhere. Kong Xunwen found one in this corner, collected another in that corner.

He unfolded them one by one in a spot where Qiu Zhijie wasn’t looking, going through the wrinkled sheets.

After a moment of silence, he took a photo of each one.

Then he crumpled them up again, but kept them together.

He lay down far from Qiu Zhijie, quietly opened the photos of his own past works from when he was at the studio, then quickly swiped them away, returning to the crumpled sheets of paper.

He looked at them for a long time. Over there, the sound of Qiu Zhijie’s hand resumed.

Kong Xunwen lay on his side, deleting all those photos again, one by one.

Content scrolled across his phone screen, but he wasn’t actually taking anything in.

So annoying. Why did he seek out this torment? He was perfectly fine right now.

So annoying! So annoying!

Kong Xunwen abruptly sat up.

Qiu Zhijie looked over, seeing the young man suddenly stand up and walk toward him aggressively.

He thought: ?

Confused, he immediately started frantically thinking about whether he had done anything wrong.

But the approaching Kong Xunwen merely squatted down, cupping his face, and kissed him.

One of Kong Xunwen’s legs knelt between Qiu Zhijie’s legs, the other outside. Although he initiated the action, the attack, it was Qiu Zhijie who seemed more dominant.

As an arm wrapped around his waist, the offensive reversed.

…

In his dazed state, Kong Xunwen stopped thinking about anything.

If he had any thought at all, it was: There won’t be a next time.

Neither strange thoughts nor sudden impulses.

Scene Five: Regarding Winter

They returned to the villa where Qiu Zhijie grew up. Outside, a heavy snow was falling. Kong Xunwen was curled up in bed. Qiu Zhijie, who had just gotten out of bed, pulled back the curtains.

Looking at the snow scene outside while feeling the warmth of the quilt, Kong Xunwen felt very content.

But as the windows fogged up, Qiu Zhijie started calling him to wake up.

It wasn’t cold inside, but Kong Xunwen still didn’t want to get up.

He rolled over, ignoring Qiu Zhijie, and buried himself under the covers.

Qiu Zhijie had no choice but to ask the question he knew Kong Xunwen wanted to hear: “Do you want to go out?”

Kong Xunwen turned back, and Qiu Zhijie raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re letting me go out?” Kong Xunwen looked up suspiciously. He knew that Qiu Zhijie wouldn’t allow him to go out in winter unless he was bundled up thickly, but what was the fun of playing in the snow if he wore too many layers?

Qiu Zhijie nodded.

Although still a bit suspicious, this was a rare opportunity, so Kong Xunwen quickly got out of bed.

He was very excited after breakfast. He ate quickly, and this time it was his turn to rush Qiu Zhijie. “Hurry up and eat.”

Qiu Zhijie was deliberately slow.

Kong Xunwen saw through his intention. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly realized: Why wait for Qiu Zhijie? He could just leave.

Just as he was about to jump up and leave, Qiu Zhijie finished eating.

Kong Xunwen rushed to the door, ready to throw on a thick jacket and head out, but he was stopped again. He immediately became unhappy. “You said I could go out.”

Qiu Zhijie slowly helped him take off his jacket.

Confused, Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but ask, “Is it that extreme? This time, I can’t even wear a jacket to go out?”

Qiu Zhijie pulled out the thermal gear he had prepared earlier from somewhere and dressed him piece by piece.

Kong Xunwen had a premonition when he saw him pull out the gear. There was no escaping, so he resigned himself to it, gradually being wrapped up into a big, round person.

The people who went out were the tall, long-legged, well-proportioned Qiu Zhijie, and beside him, a completely round Kong Xunwen.

Then Qiu Zhijie started playing in the snow, while Kong Xunwen stood on the side watching—that was all he could do.

“This is fun too, right?”

Kong Xunwen: …

His response was to walk straight back inside, locking the cheeky man out. With some help, he stripped off the layers of clothing, went upstairs, and called Qiu Zhijie.

Qiu Zhijie answered the phone, looked up, and saw a blurry figure by the window. In his ear, the young man’s arrogant voice said, “You go ahead and play. I’ll watch from here.”