Mr. Dior : Chapter 12

Jiao Qi felt he could no longer spoil him like this, otherwise the guy would only get even more foolish. He dropped his chopsticks and said, “I’m not eating it, I don’t like salt and pepper pork ribs.”

Clack! The CEO slammed his chopsticks down onto the table, his expression turning cold instantly. “You dare disobey my order!”

Ignoring him, Jiao Qi left the dining table on his own to find some pastries in the refrigerator, then carried them over to the sofa, handling emails while he ate. With his high work efficiency, Baji’s affairs had already been wrapped up during the day, so at night he only needed to check for any emergency emails.

Director Liang seemed to be working overtime, having sent a new email three minutes ago. The live streamer “Conscience Fed to the Dogs” had confirmed he would not renew his contract, and subsequent matters would be handed over to other departments tomorrow. As for poaching the Demon King, progress had already been made, and he would go meet with the other party tomorrow.

Replying with a single word “good”, Jiao Qi switched to Zhang Chenfei’s inbox and reviewed Shifei Technology’s emails once more. Although a mistake like signing the wrong name had happened during the day, the processing of the emails had no issues whatsoever, which set his mind somewhat at ease.

He picked up a pastry from the table and took a bite. The cold and hard texture was terrible, forcing him to take a sip of hot tea to warm up.

Ping! The smart-brain popped up a new message, which was a video sent by Li Yingjun. It was the venue surveillance footage, in which a person was highlighted in red by post-production, and looking closely, it was precisely Gou Xin. At the game launch event, it was normal for him to be invited to attend as a well-known game streamer.

The footage showed that Gou Xin was talking to someone at the time, but upon turning around and spotting Zhang Chenfei, he walked over holding a wine glass. Before he even got close, Zhang Chenfei had been abruptly pulled away behind a pillar by Gao Shiqing. Gou Xin seemed stunned for a moment, then followed them over and stood right on the other side of the pillar.

So that was how it was…

Jiao Qi raised an eyebrow slightly and made a call to Gao Shiqing.

The phone rang five times before it was answered. “Sister-in-law… uh, Brother Jiao, is something the matter?”

“Ah, yes, that day Chenfei and I did talk about some things,” Gao Shiqing stammered.

Without needing to ask, Jiao Qi already knew what that guy had said to others. “You didn’t go telling anyone else, did you?”

“How could I possibly tell anyone else about this!” Gao Shiqing’s pitch shot up instantly, only to realize something a second later and quickly shut his mouth, his voice coming to an abrupt and awkward halt.

Fortunately, Jiao Qi did not press the matter further, simply replying with a single “I know” before hanging up the phone. Gao Shiqing stared at the darkened screen of his smart-brain, scratching his head in misery and sighing heavily.

“Big Fei, oh Big Fei, what kind of mess did you get yourself into!” President Gao had the good fortune in the technologically advanced twenty-first century to experience the loyalty and righteousness dilemma of the Liangshan heroes from the Song Dynasty.

Hanging up the phone, Jiao Qi lowered his gaze in deep thought, then picked up a small blueberry cake and brought it to his lips. The cloying sweetness of the cream made him frown, and he had no choice but to place it back on the plate.

In the past, Zhang Da Diao hadn’t cooked every single meal, after all there were cooks and housekeepers at home, and sometimes they ate out. But whenever he did cook, he always made the dishes Jiao Qi loved. Even if he added some unappealing bowls of soup for the sake of Jiao Qi’s stomach, the main dishes were invariably his favorites.

It was only now that he realized how many subtle, tender layers of love had been hidden in all those small details he had previously overlooked.

The angry CEO went out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and upon returning to find his little darling curled up miserably in the sofa, his heart ached again. Making a fuss over food, how much like his Yanyan that was. On the surface, he still maintained the cold and aloof demeanor of an apex mountain flower, but his lips unconsciously puckered slightly. Ordinary people couldn’t tell without looking closely, but someone like him who kissed those lips every single day could spot it instantly.

Taking two or three strides over, he sat down beside his little darling and gently pecked that well-shaped mouth from a tilted angle. “What do you want to eat, I’ll make it for you.”

Jiao Qi turned to look at him and smiled with pressed lips. He used to love spicy food, but for the sake of his stomach, Zhang Chenfei forbade him from eating it after they got married. Every time he wanted to get angry, that guy would lean in and kiss him until his temper melted away, and gradually he stopped eating spicy food altogether.

“Hot pot.”

The little vixen relied on the fact that he looked like the white moonlight to make such an outrageous request. But the CEO was no ordinary man; the man who controlled the global economic lifeline would never admit defeat, and he would definitely let his beloved little body double eat hot pot!

Half an hour later, a clear broth hot pot was set up on the dining table.

Two large platters of snow mountain lamb rolls, brought back from a hunting trip by classmate Gao Shiqing previously, were praised as a rare and top-tier delicacy, and had just been shaved into lamb rolls by Zhang Da Diao like this. In addition, there was a bowl of deer blood, which was blanched just like duck blood.

Dinner was extremely satisfying, except that the deer blood was a bit too warming and heat-inducing.

The September weather was still somewhat warm, and while the villa in the suburbs was cool at night, the city center remained a heat island. With the air conditioning running indoors, Jiao Qi tossed and turned under the warm goose-down duvet. The outer layer of the bolster pillow separating them was made of velvet, which only increased the stifling heat. His body, which had been resting for a few days, had long since recovered its vitality, and stimulated by the deer blood, it hazily returned to the hot-blooded state of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

As an old married couple, there was nothing left to be shy about. Jiao Qi lay prone across the bolster pillow and reached out to grope his husband.

“What are you doing?” Zhang Chenfei was clearly not asleep either, grabbing that wandering hand and glaring at him irritably.

“I’m a bit hot.” The little darling tossed the bolster pillow aside and burrowed straight under his husband’s covers.

The CEO looked at the little body double in his arms with a complicated expression. To be honest, he was also burning up right now. But a little body double who was this proactive looked nothing like his Yanyan, giving him a sense of guilt for betraying his goddess.

Jiao Qi had no idea what nonsense Zhang Da Diao was overthinking again, pressing his overheated body against his husband and letting out a comfortable sigh.

Unable to take it any longer, Zhang Chenfei rolled over to pin the little body double down, sneering, “He’s not as slutty as you.”

“Fuck!”

Jiao Qi kicked him and sat right up. Skipping marital obligations was one thing, but how dare he call him slutty! Fuming with anger, he hopped out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and headed toward the bathroom, intending to take care of it himself and leave that Big Wang with no place to use his wang.

After walking only two steps, he was intercepted by the CEO and tossed back onto the warm goose-down duvet.

“You provoke me and then think you can run?” Zhang Chenfei sneered, turned around, and pulled a set of clothes from somewhere to throw at him. “Put this on, and I’ll satisfy you.”

What was this? Jiao Qi grabbed the clothes and took a look, his face flushing red instantly. It wasn’t some unsightly bizarre costume, but rather a set of deep blue athletic wear with yellow stripes. To be precise, it was the school uniform of his high school alma mater.

The clothes were brand new, obviously custom-ordered by the CEO over the past couple of days. To trick himself into taking advantage of the little body double, he had truly gone to great lengths.

“I’m not wearing it.” Jiao Qi tossed the clothes aside, his toes curling slightly as he sank into the white down quilt, glowing with a shy pink hue.

“This is not up to you.” The CEO pulled a cigar from the drawer, didn’t even clip the end, just clamped it between his teeth and struck a full-blown tyrannical bully posture. “If you don’t wear it, I won’t help your father pay off his debts!”

“Huh?”

This running joke was never going to die.