Mr. Dior : Chapter 14

Zhang Chenfei went to the bathroom. This was considered a relatively upscale skewer grill restaurant, but the bathroom conditions were only so-so, filled with a strange greasy smoke smell. The cheap floor tiles were never properly clean, covered with a layer of grease that made them somewhat slippery.

Two bottles of beer weren’t enough to get the CEO drunk, just a little dizzy. He walked over to the sink, about to wash his hands, when he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell headfirst into the giant trash bin beside the sink.

“Sir, are you alright?” The waiter who was throwing leftover food into the trash bin saw him and hurried over to steady him with the hand holding a rag, instantly leaving a black handprint on the CEO’s snow-white dress shirt.

Zhang Chenfei braced himself against the sink counter and waved his hand, not bothering about the waiter dirtying his shirt. He splashed some cold water on his face and instantly sobered up. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, then as if scalded, turned and quickly walked back to the private room. Outside the door, he heard laughter from inside.

“You two have been married for seven years, and this is the first time we’re meeting.”

“Come on, let’s cheers to that.”

“I can’t drink alcohol. How about we play Truth or Dare?” The clear, bright voice belonged to his delicate little wife, the young master who absolutely should not be appearing in a place like this. Right now, he was chatting quite happily with his high school buddies, a security guard, a beat cop, and a thug who had just gotten out of prison.

This world was a bit magical.

“Sure, sure, come on…”

Bang! Zhang Chenfei shoved the door open, grabbed Jiao Qi’s wrist, and pulled him up.

“Bro Fei, what’s wrong?” Maomao saw his expression didn’t look right and also stood up.

Zhang Chenfei recovered himself and gave an awkward smile. “I have something urgent, need to leave early. I already paid the bill. Let’s get together again next time.” With that, he pulled his little wife and left.

Leaving the three brothers staring blankly.

“What’s up with Bro Fei?” Maomao asked the only person present with detective analysis skills, the beat cop.

“Could it be, he heard that sister-in-law is Jiao Yan?” Qiangzi bit into a skewer and said weakly.

Maomao slapped the table, sending Qiangzi’s unfinished grilled leeks flying. “So he really didn’t know the substitute was the school heartthrob? Wow!”

Jiao Qi was pulled by Zhang Chenfei all the way to the parking lot. Just as he was pushed into the passenger seat, he was pulled up again.

“You drive.” Having had some beer, the law-abiding CEO still gave the driver’s seat to his little wife.

Jiao Qi carefully looked at Zhang Chenfei’s expression. Receiving his impatient glare and a fierce command, he said nothing more and drove home.

Zhang Chenfei said “back to the villa” in a not very good tone, then ignored his little wife and turned to look out the window. He calculated in his mind that there were many people at the villa, so Yanyan would probably be too embarrassed to beat him up in front of everyone.

Oh, what was he going to do!

At first, Jiao Qi didn’t notice anything wrong. The CEO with the broken brain just did whatever came to mind. Occasionally glancing at him on the road, he noticed Zhang Diao was counting on his fingers and immediately narrowed his eyes.

Zhang Diao was counting how many things he had done that deserved a beating. Giving Jiao Qi cola afterwards saying it was for contraception, forcing him to do a school uniform roleplay, and saying Yanyan liked salt and pepper pork ribs… Getting beaten up was getting beaten up, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been beaten before, that was all manageable. The problem was, how was he going to explain the secret crush thing?

His hidden secret of many years had been completely exposed like this, and he had even brought Jiao Qi to meet his high school classmates. Who knew what those three bastards had told Yanyan. Jiao Qi probably already knew he used to be a street thug. This gave him the feeling of a total breakdown, like walking down the street with his pants off.

Back at the villa, Zhang Chenfei was quite downcast. He even forgot to put on his CEO airs, sitting on the sofa like a wilted scallion, hanging his head low.

Jiao Qi sat down on the single sofa diagonally across from him, crossing his arms and looking at him. “Come on, tell me. Who exactly is that white moonlight in your heart?”

“Didn’t I already tell you?”

“That was Mr. Dior Zhang’s script, not you, Zhang Chenfei.” That last name was squeezed out word by word from between his teeth.

The CEO’s head shot up. Meeting his little wife’s cold, sharp eyes, all his dejection was thrown to the back of his mind, and he fell into an infinite loop of “I’m done for, I’m done for.” His wife had seen through his recovery. Zhang Chenfei took the opportunity to play dumb. “You said it yourself, that was Dior Zhang’s script, so that was all…”

“I remember you mentioned that there was someone you liked when you were in school. You never said who it was. When you were confused, did you mix that person up with my old name?” Jiao Qi put on a cold face, assuming the posture of having a serious talk.

If he hadn’t impulsively looked at the things in the basement, by now he would probably already be dragging Zhang Diao to the civil affairs bureau to get a divorce.

“Hey, no…” How had things taken this turn?

“And you said he wasn’t as wild as me in bed, hmm? I’ve always been this style in bed. Who else have you slept with?”

“I’m not, I haven’t!”

The CEO who couldn’t explain himself clearly was thrown out to sleep in the guest room. Hugging a pillow, he stood pitifully at the master bedroom door knocking. “Baby, listen to me.”

There was no movement inside. No matter what he said, the door wouldn’t open. Zhang Chenfei had no choice but to trudge off to the guest room dejectedly. That was the room he had told the housekeeper to tidy up a few days ago, and now it happened to come in handy.

“What are you looking at? Never seen someone thrown out by their wife?” His imposing gaze swept over the servants peeking from the corners, and everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Lying on the cold bed in the guest room, recalling his miserable first half of life, from the grief of his mother’s passing, to the disappointment of getting into Q University only to hear that Yanyan had gone abroad, to the anxiety of hearing that Jiao Yan was being forced by his family to go on blind dates, and finally back to the skewers he ate tonight…

Skewers!

He sat up with a jolt, patted his head, and quickly ran to the kitchen to make a bowl of plain noodle soup.

“Yanyan, come out and have a bowl of noodles before sleeping. You didn’t eat anything tonight. You’ll have a stomachache tomorrow.” He knocked on the master bedroom door. There was no response inside. Zhang Chenfei sighed.

“Eat the noodles, and I’ll tell you who that person is.”

A few minutes later, Jiao Qi, wearing pajamas, sat at the dining table, slurping up the plain noodle soup his husband had cooked.

Zhang Chenfei went to the basement and got an album with a cartoon cover. Like an elementary school student who got a zero on a test waiting for a parent’s signature, he handed it to Jiao Qi with a face full of embarrassment.

Jiao Qi looked at his husband with red ears and suddenly felt heartache again. He was still sick, what was the point of being angry with him.

“I haven’t slept with anyone else. That was all nonsense following the script. When we first got together, you were pretty reserved. Every time we went to bed, I practically had to bathe and burn incense… I just like how wild you are, hehe…”

Jiao Qi: “…”

It was still better to just give him a beating.