Mr. Dior : Chapter 10

Shouting so loudly caused several servants to cast sideways glances.

The new young girl, Jingjing, knew nothing about what went on in this villa and was instantly frightened by the scene before her.

“Come with me.” Zhang Chenfei took a deep breath, grabbed Jiao Qi’s wrist, and dragged him upstairs.

“I’m not going, I want to eat.” Jiao Qi shook off his hand. He hadn’t eaten lunch, had only some snacks and pastries in the afternoon, and had specifically instructed the kitchen to serve dinner early tonight. Feeling dizzy with hunger right now, he had no intention of wearing himself out with Zhang Da Diao.

“You dare disobey my order!” The CEO was beyond furious, wrapping a single arm around the little body double with a fierce expression as he tried to drag him upstairs.

Jingjing whispered to the other servants, “So life among the wealthy isn’t easy at all.”

Everyone else, including the young maids, young male staff, and the housekeepers, watched the scene with disbelief, wondering why Mr. Zhang had suddenly grown so bold as to treat Mr. Jiao this way.

Jiao Qi was already suffering from a stomachache and could barely stand steadily. Being forcibly pulled up made him frown immediately, his complexion turning quite poor. “Don’t move, I feel awful.”

His voice was very soft, even lower than his usual speaking volume, and almost everyone around could barely hear it, but Zhang Chenfei heard it clearly. This sentence seemed to possess magic, instantly freezing the fire-breathing dragon in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?” The CEO released his little darling, and seeing him clutch his stomach and slowly double over, he hurriedly pulled him into an embrace to sit back down on the sofa. Stroking that pale little face, the heartache in his eyes nearly turned into a physical substance.

“Yanyan’s stomach is also bad, and he always forgets to eat.” Holding him, Zhang Chenfei pressed his warm, large hand right through the shirt to warm Jiao Qi’s stomach, then looked up to direct Jingjing, who was standing closest. “You, go to the medicine cabinet and get the stomach medicine from the first golden box on the left in the third row.”

“Right away, sir.” Jingjing agreed, feeling a bit unaccustomed to the rapidly shifting plot as she looked blankly at her fellow coworkers.

Meanwhile, those maids, young male staff, and housekeepers all wore an “I knew it” expression and smiled silently.

The butler brought over a bowl of hot soup and a cup of warm water.

Zhang Chenfei used a small spoon to scoop out a dollop of medicinal paste and fed it into Jiao Qi’s mouth.

Being watched by so many people made Jiao Qi a bit embarrassed. He pinched his husbands’s wrist to indicate he wanted to eat by himself, but Zhang Chenfei dodged his hand and stubbornly continued feeding him.

“I said it before, you have to do as I say.” Stuffing the medicinal paste into the little body double’s mouth, a trace of satisfaction welled up in the CEO’s eyes as he softly complained, “Yanyan always refuses to let me feed him. You’re much more obedient.”

Jiao Qi was slightly dazed, sipping the warm water from his husband’s hand as he recalled how whenever he used to get sick and eat, this guy would always try to feed him. But given the education Jiao Qi received since childhood, he believed in eating by himself rather than troubling others, so he rarely let the guy succeed.

After finishing the water, he received a gentle kiss.

Tasting the slight bitterness on his little darling’s lips, Zhang Chenfei sighed inwardly. This mischievous little body double was purposely acting weak to win his pity, yet he always fell for this exact routine, feeling heartbroken the moment he saw that familiar face wear a painful expression.

Instructing the kitchen to prepare soft and easily digestible food for dinner and supervising the little picky eater until he finished his meal, the CEO finally set his mind at ease and carried him upstairs. Pausing at the entrance of the master bedroom, he thought better of it and placed the body double in the guest room instead.

Jiao Qi looked at him with poise and leisure. “Are you sure you want me to sleep here?”

The CEO painfully massaged the space between his eyebrows. Although he refused to admit it, the little body double was simply too alluring, and being close made him want to kiss and hug him endlessly. Letting out a long sigh, Zhang Chenfei left Jiao Qi with a melancholic and affectionate back. “I cannot wrong Yanyan.”

Jiao Qi almost laughed out loud, lowering his head to cough softly. “Then good night, Mr. Dior.” Sleeping in separate rooms was fine anyway; over the past few days, this guy had channeled his inner domineering CEO and made merry every single night, and his kidneys couldn’t quite take it anymore.

Mr. Dior clenched his fist. “I told you, call me Big Dick… Good night.”

The guest room also had a large bed and essentially the same setup as the master bedroom, just slightly smaller. Jiao Qi stretched his body, recalled what he had seen in the basement during the day, and couldn’t help burying his face in the quilt to chuckle secretly. Having stayed awake the entire previous night, he could finally sleep peacefully tonight.

In the middle of the night, Jiao Qi slowly opened his eyes. Having caught up on his extreme fatigue, he began to feel that the bed was uncomfortable to sleep in. There was no warm chest behind him, no light little snores by his ear, and he never knew early autumn nights could be this cold.

Reluctantly crawling out, he shuffled in his slippers back to the master bedroom and burrowed into the warm blankets. Zhang Da Diao had a robust physique and was a human radiator every day, making the quilt at least five degrees warmer than Jiao Qi’s. The little darling let out a comfortable sigh and closed his eyes in peace.

Zhang Chenfei rolled over, felt a warm body, pulled it into his arms without thinking, let out a low rumble in his throat, and went right back to a sound sleep.

Waking up the next morning to find a living human being sleeping in his arms, the CEO jolted awake in fright and propped himself up on one elbow to look at him.

Jiao Qi was sleeping very peacefully, his fair and handsome face warmed to a light pink.

The damned little body double! He actually learned how to bed-hop!

“Why are you here?” Zhang Chenfei shook the person in his arms awake and interrogated him through gritted teeth.

“Mm, the guest room was too cold.” Jiao Qi yawned, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Man, are you testing my patience?” The CEO grabbed the hand that was rubbing his eyes, pinned it against the pillow, and glared at him with dangerous eyes.

“What kind of madness are you acting out early in the morning?” Jiao Qi spread his fingers to press against Zhang Da Diao’s face, pushing that large head away. His silk pajamas, having rubbed loose because of how comfortably he slept last night, slid down as he raised his hand.

“Dammit!” Zhang Chenfei practically roared, jumping out of bed and pacing back and forth like an angry dog locked in a cage. “You actually started sneaking into my bed on your own initiative. You really have no shame!”

“I’m just a bit picky about beds.” The little body double looked entirely innocent.

“Heh, you think I’ll believe that? Very well, you brought this on yourself.”

Jiao Qi couldn’t be bothered to entertain his terrible lines, scratched his sleep-tossed hair, and got up to wash up, only to be tossed back onto the soft pile of pillows by his husband. After struggling to climb out twice, he was dragged right back under the covers by some beast of a man.

“Aren’t you saving yourself for Jiao Yan?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to mention his name! You really don’t shed tears until you see your coffin, I have to teach you a lesson today!”

“Hahahaha… Stop, stop messing around, today is Monday and we have to go to work! Mmph…”

On a Monday morning, the two CEOs were destined to be late.

The employees of Shifei Technology were already used to their boss being late from time to time, given that the CEO frequently had to shoulder the responsibilities of making breakfast for President Jiao and acting as his chauffeur. Therefore, even past nine o’clock, no one came to urge them.

Baji was different, however. Their workaholic boss was always punctually on time through wind or rain. As the personal secretary, Yu Yuan sent Jiao Qi a message a quarter past nine, asking if he needed a car.

Amidst his busy schedule, President Jiao replied to tell him that no car was needed, that he would be arriving at the company a bit later, and then he plunged right back into the vortex of work.

The chill of early autumn was thus driven away, leaving them drenched in sweat. Taking a hot shower with a body that felt like it was falling apart, Jiao Qi finally caught his breath and stood back up. Drying his hair as he came out, he felt both hot and thirsty.

“Drink this!” The CEO’s expression was quite ugly as he placed a glass filled with black liquid on the desk, sternly demanding that his little darling drink it up.

“What is this?” Jiao Qi picked it up, took a sip, and found it icy cool with plenty of carbonation—it was a glass of cola with ice added.

“Contraceptive pills,” the CEO said without changing his expression.

“Pfft—” The large mouthful he had just taken spewed right out onto Zhang Chenfei’s face. The bubbles fizzed and popped on his eyebrows, and Mr. Dior’s already displeased face turned even darker.

“I won’t let you get pregnant with the Zhang family’s seed.” The CEO wiped his face and signaled for Jiao Qi to finish drinking.

“I don’t have that function…” Jiao Qi twitched the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Chenfei pinched his little darling’s face, his tone icy cold. “You think I don’t know your plan? You want to use this opportunity to get pregnant so you can climb up to become the true Mrs. Zhang. I won’t let you succeed.”

“Since when do people drink cola for birth control?” Jiao Qi helplessly picked up the cola and took a large gulp. A thoughtful slice of lemon had even been added inside, and it tasted fantastic.

The CEO deadpanned, “Cola kills sperm.”