Mr. Dior - Chap 12
Jiao Qi feels that he can no longer indulge his husband, or he will become even more foolish. He put down his chopsticks and blurted out, “I won’t eat. I don’t like to eat salt and pepper spare ribs.”
“Bang!” The president slammed his chopsticks down on the table, and his face immediately turned cold as he said, “You dare to disobey my orders?!”
Jiao Qi paid no attention to him. He left the dining table and went to the refrigerator to find some snacks.
He carried some pastries and went over to sit on the sofa. He plans on eating those pastries while working on his emails. Jiao Qi’s work efficiency is high. The matters in Bajiao at daytime have been dealt with. Usually in the evening, he was only casually taking a look if there’s any emergency email that needs his immediate attention.
Director Liang seems to be working overtime for he sent a new email three minutes ago. The TV anchor of ‘Feeding the Dog with Good Intention’ has confirmed that he will no longer renew his contract. The matters following the non-renewal of contract will be turned over to other departments for processing tomorrow.
The poaching of ‘Demon King’ has progressed, and Director Liang will be going to the meet the other party for an interview tomorrow.
After replying “good” to Director Liang’s email, he switched to Zhang Chenfei’s mailbox. Jiao Qi looked through the emails relating to Shi Fei Technology. Although there were mistakes such as incorrect signature during the day, there was no issue in the way the emails were handled. Knowing this made him feel relieved.
He picked a pastry from the table and took a bite. The pastry was cold and hard and the taste was terrible, so he had to drink hot tea to warm it up.
“Ding!” The smart brain popped up a new message with a short video from Li Yingjun. It was the surveillance video from the venue of the launch. One of the videos was marked with red at the end and when he looked at it closely, it was Gou Xin. In the game conference, it is normal for famous game anchors to be invited and be able to participate.
The video recording shows that Gou Xin was talking to other people at that time, and when he turned around, he happened to see Zhang Chenfei. He stepped forward carrying a wine glass and was planning to approach Zhang. However, before he could get near him, Zhang Chenfei was abruptly pulled away by Gao Shiqing and both of them went over to the back of the pillar. Gou Xin seems to have been stunned and followed them, but he stood on the other side of the pillar.
So, it turned out to be…
Jiao Qi slightly raised his eyebrows and dialed Gao Shiqing’s phone number.
The phone rang five times before Gao Shiqing picked it up. “Sister-in-law… uhm, elder brother Jiao, what’s the matter?”
“Ah, yes, that day, Chenfei and I talked about some affairs.” Gao Shiqing stammered.
Jiao Qi need not ask because he already knows what that fellow had said to the other person. “You didn’t tell anyone else about what we talked about that day?”
“How can such thing be told to others?!” Gao Shiqing suddenly raised his tone, then immediately realized what he did and quickly shut up.
Fortunately, Jiao Qi did not investigate in detail and simply replied with a single line “got it” and then hung up the phone. Gao Shiqing stared at the black screen of his smart brain. He scratched his head in puzzlement and just heaved a deep sigh.
“Oh, big brother Fei, you said you can handle this matter!” President Gao is fortunate enough that he is living in the highly developed 21st century. He now learned from experience the “dilemma of loyalty” of the Liangshan hero in the Song Dynasty. {T/N: I tried looking into the reference material for this Liangshan hero but unfortunately, I got nothing. Whoever knows something about this, please share the details in the comments section below. Many thanks! ^_^}
Jiao Qi hung up the phone, drooped his head and contemplated on the matter once more. He picked up a small piece of blueberry cake and sent it to his mouth. The sweet cream instantly made him frown, and he had no choice but to put it back on the plate.
In the past, Zhangda Diao never cooked at home. After all, in the family, there were cooks and aunts to prepare food for them and sometimes, they would also eat outside. But whenever Zhang goes to the kitchen, he always cooks the dish that he loves to eat. In order to assure that his stomach is well, he would still add some soup that he dislikes, but the main course will certainly be something that he absolutely likes to eat.
It was only at this time that he realized that he had not noticed these little details in the past, on how much fine love they actually had.
At the other side, the angry president-daren went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette. When he came back, he saw that his lovely little wife, who looked liked he’s been wronged, is quietly nesting on the sofa and he felt distressed seeing him like that. This side of him that refused to eat just to throw a tantrum, makes him resemble Yanyan more. On the surface, his face is cold and cheerless like a flower of Gaoling, but his mouth is unconsciously pursed up slightly. Ordinary people wouldn’t notice it without carefully looking at him, but he looks at this face every day so only he can see it at a glance.
He walked forward for two or three steps and sat down next to his lovely little wife, and turned his head to the side to lightly peck on that good-looking mouth before saying, “What do you want to eat? I will prepare it for you.”
Jiao Qi turned his head to look at him, and then smiled. In the past, he used to like eating spicy food. But then after they got married, Zhang Chenfei disallowed him to eat this type of food in consideration of his weak stomach. And every time he wants to be angry, this guy would always come over and kiss him. This way, he would have no way out and will gradually be persuaded to not eat such food anymore.
“Hot Pot.”
This little goblin is clearly making use of the fact that he resembles his “White Moonlight” to demand such an excessive request. But, the president is not an ordinary person. He is the man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy and of course, he will never admit defeat. Hence, he will definitely let this beloved little substitute eat his hot pot!
After half an hour, the broth was set on the dining table.
The two large plates of snow mountain lamb were brought back by Gao Shiqing’s classmates from the time they went on hunting. It was said that the lamb is a top-class rare delicacy, so Zhangda Diao made it into finely sliced mutton rolls. In addition, there is also a bowl of deer blood, replacing the duck blood, which will then be added to the hot soup base.
{T/N: Duck blood or duck blood tofu is one of the ingredients that one may include in their hotpot, especially in China or by a majority of the Chinese population. Check on this link to learn more.}
The deer blood was just a bit dry, but nonetheless, Jiao Qi’s dinner was extremely satisfying!
The days in September are starting to heat up. Compared to the cool nights at the villa in the suburbs, the downtown could be considered a thermal island.
Inside the room, the air conditioning is turned on. Jiao Qi flipped over inside the warm goose down quilt. The outer layer of the bolster in between them is velvet, and this type of cloth only increases the degree of heat he’s currently feeling. After a few days, his body has already recovered its former vitality. Maybe due to eating deer blood, he suddenly felt aroused, like he had returned to his young and vigorous 17 or 18-year-old body.
Jiao Qi is not feeling shy at all. While resting his body on the bolster, he stretched out his hand to grope his family’s lao gong.
“What are you doing?” Zhang Chenfei apparently has not yet fallen asleep. He grabbed the hand that’s indiscriminately groping his body and glared at him unhappily.
“I’m a little hot.” The lovely little wife picked up the bolster and threw it away. Then he squeezed his body into his lao gong’s quilt.
“…” President-daren stares at the little substitute in his bosom with a complex look. To be honest, he is also feeling very thirsty due to the heat and his desire has also been stimulated. But this type of proactive little substitute is so much unlike his Yanyan. Due to this, he is sort of feeling guilty of betraying his male god.
Jiao Qi is unaware that Zhangda Diao is letting his imaginations run wild at this moment. He stuck his hot body closer to his lao gong’s body and sighed comfortably.
Zhang Chenfei finally couldn’t bear it anymore. So he turned over and pressed down the little substitute. He sneered at him and said, “Your unrestrained self doesn’t resemble my Yanyan. ”
“F***!” Jiao Qi kicked him with his foot and sat up to leave.
‘Forget about not fulfilling your husband and wife obligation, you even dare to say that I am unrestrained?!’
He jumped down from the bed furiously, wore his slippers and walked over to the bathroom, ready to solve his burning desire.
‘This Mr. Da Diao’s big d*ck is useless!’
Jiao Qi has just walked for two steps when he was suddenly stopped by the president and was subsequently thrown back into the nice and warm goose down quilt.
“Daring to provoke me, but still had the guts to flee?” said Zhang Chenfei sarcastically and then turned around. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he took out a set of clothes and threw it over. “Put this on, and ‘I will feed you till your full’.”
What could it be? Jiao Qi crossed over to catch the set of clothes and when he looked at it, his face immediately flushed in embarrassment.
Contrary to expectation, it was not an outlandish shameful dress, but a set of dark blue sportswear with yellow stripes. To be precise, it looks the same as the uniform he used to wear at his high school alma mater.
The clothes are clearly brand new. Obviously, the president looked for people to make it in the past two days.
In order to compensate his little substitute for ignoring his cheap advances recently, it is safe to say that the president underwent a painstaking effort to make up with him.
“I am not going to wear it.” Jiao Qi threw the clothes aside. His pink toes inside the white down quilt curled up slightly, indicating his embarrassment.
“This is not up to you.” The president took out a cigar from inside the drawer, but he did not cut it. He just held it in his mouth to exhibit the imposing manner of a lofty tyrant. “If you will not put it on, then I will not pay for your father!”
“……ha?”
It seems like this hurdle is not easy to pass.
