Mr. Dior - Chap 60

That bit of shocking news from the past had stirred things up nicely.

In the evening, Jiao Qi left work early and took the initiative to pick Big Cock Zhang up from his office, for fear that he would do activities inappropriate for young puppies to Guangzong if he was allowed to return on his own.

“What are you thinking about?” Zhang Chenfei asked, looking amusedly at his anxious little wife. He picked up the puppy that was gnawing at his ankle and stroked his glossy fur. A great ball of shedded fur immediately came away in his hand. “Guangzong is still small, and I wouldn’t use such an intense method of turning him. Even more so because he’s a werewolf – turning a werewolf isn’t the same as turning a human,” he said.

“Then how would you turn him?” Jiao Qi asked, looking at Lord Nicholas suspiciously.

“It’s a very long process, and it’s done gradually over some time,” Mr Dior said. He didn’t dare to admit that he had started the process some time ago and that it was ongoing even now.

As such, when Zhang Chenfei woke up the next day, he found himself gnawing on a dog head, with a wet patch of fur smelling strongly of dog on his tongue. He opened his eyes in confusion…

“Pei pei!” he spat. Big Cock Zhang got up in a flash and wiped his mouth, then picked up the groggy little puppy by this scruff of his neck. “Guangzong, how could you shove your head into Daddy’s mouth?”

Guangzong stretched out his paws and tried to smoothen the fur on his head, but his little legs were too short, and he whimpered pitifully. He was in the shedding season, and his fur fell off easily now. With Zhang Chenfei’s gnawing, Guangzong feared that he would go bald.

Jiao Qi was awakened by the noisy father and son pair. He opened his eyes and observed them for a moment. “Wasn’t it you who wanted to turn him into a vampire dog?” he asked sarcastically. He watched silently as the great Vampire Lord put down the puppy, lay down and hid his head in the blankets in one smooth motion.

“The sun is blazing today. This King will be lying beneath the blankets. It’s not convenient for me to receive guests today,” he said in a righteous tone, though the effect was significantly dampened because his voice was muffled under the blankets.

Jiao Qi turned to look outside the window. There wasn’t a sliver of sunlight; it was in fact raining heavily out of an overcast sky. He frowned slightly, and he flopped over to lift a corner of Zhang Chenfei’s blanket. “If you’re not going to go out, then are you going to make me, who just suffered an ‘abortion’, go to work to earn money to feed you?” he asked.

Big Cock Zhang, who was being an ostrich buried his blankets, was suddenly reminded of the scene where he caught hold of his little wife and stuck a dildo into him. He felt like his spleen was going to erupt at the memory. He pulled down his blankets and sat up. “That was all due to the character I was in. I never had that intention… I didn’t hurt you, did l?” he said apologetically.

“Oh?” Jiao Qi asked, pushing himself up into a sitting position with one hand. “Why do I get the impression that you wanted to play with me that way for some time now?”

“No! Absolutely not! I didn’t even get my fill the last few years, why would I waste any opportunity on a toy?” Zhang Chenfei said, gesticulating wildly as he spoke. He suddenly stopped and clapped his hands to his mouth, as if he had let the cat out of the bag.

Jiao Qi was in the midst of getting out of bed, but he halted on hearing this and sat back down. He looked seriously at Zhang Chenfei. “If you weren’t satisfied, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

He had always assumed that Zhang Chenfei was like him – too busy with his work to really want to do that sort of thing, so the frequency they had in the past worked out well for the both of them. If it wasn’t for the characters that Zhang Chenfei got into in recent times, he would have never known that his Laogong was as vigorous as he’d been in his youth. He really hadn’t done right by this virile young man in leaving him high and dry on a shelf.

“I saw that you were tired,” Zhang Chenfei said, sitting up and scratching his head. “You weren’t in the mood, and I didn’t want to commit marital rape.”

“… …”

Jiao Qi thought to himself that he shouldn’t have tried to talk sense to this donkey. He started to get off the bed, but was unexpectedly pulled into Zhang Chenfei’s arms.

Zhang Chenfei had experienced quite a few characters now, and was much bolder than he had been before that. He wrapped his arms tightly around his little wife and teased him. “What’s the matter? Did I actually get it right? Surely you’re not eagerly waiting for me to rap- ow ow ow!!”

He got hit before he could finish his sentence.

“Let’s go to the gym after work today,” Jiao Qi said, patting the firm muscles he’d just landed a punch on. The feel of the muscles beneath Zhang Chenfei’s skin was very solid and supple, and Jiao Qi couldn’t resist giving them a pinch.

“Okay,” Zhang Chenfei said, looking up and turning to smile at Jiao Qi. He realised what Jiao Qi’s intention was – in the past, when Jiao Qi had said he wanted to go to the gym, he was actually trying to get himself fitter so that he could keep up with Zhang Chenfei’s stamina, but he hadn’t understood it back then.

Joy swept over him like a great tidal wave, drowning the stunned Crab Chenfei who was still sitting stupidly on the beach. He couldn’t help waving his crabby pincers and pulling his little wife back into his arms and raining down little kisses on his face. “Yanyan, Yanyan, why are you so cute?!” he squealed.

Jiao Qi went red with embarrassment and coughed lightly. “I’m too old to be called cute,” he muttered.

Zhang Chenfei grinned from ear to ear and kissed his little wife soundly on the lips, feeling like his little wife was the cutest of the cute. Even if he were seventy or eighty years old, he would still be his adorable old baby!

It had to be said that when Big Cock Zhang smiled stupidly, he looked rather like a dumb husky. Jiao Qi looked at him and couldn’t help laughing. “By the way, do you still remember you had a handle called BigFei?” he asked.

“Yup I do, that was my handle on an English social media account…” Zhang Chenfei began, then suddenly froze. When he was in university, his username in all his social media accounts were called “Da Fei”, and after the wedding, he had always used “Da Diao” instead. The username “BigFei” was, without a doubt, the one he had used to register on an English social media site when he was in university.

When he thought about how his Vampire Lord character had boastfully said that he had done William and Alexander in, he held his head in his hands. Jiao Qi had never spoken to him about William or Alexander before. This secret of his, which he had carefully wrapped up and stored away, had now been pierced through easily by his little wife!

The cat was really out of the bag now!!!

Jiao Qi’s faint smile remained on his face, and he pinched a soft spot on his Laogong’s body. “Come, tell me, was yours truly’s love life completely messed up by you in university?” he said.

Zhang Chenfei held those two good-looking fingers and slowly released their grip on his flesh. He smiled tenderly at Jiao Qi, then suddenly pushed him aside and leapt off the bed.

Guangzong’s fur stood up in shock at Zhang Chenfei’s sudden movement. He and Zhang Chenfei ran down the stairs as if a thousand wolves were after them.

“You can’t blame me for that! They were the ones who didn’t stand firm in their affections!” Zhang Chenfei said, chopping up some cucumbers in the kitchen as he spoke. He had swiftly completed his morning ablutions, then dove into the kitchen to make breakfast.

“Oh, is that right?” Jiao Qi said, walking down the stairs steadily, one hand on the railing. He looked down at Zhang Chenfei making breakfast from the stairs.

“Yes, really. They were only interested in your looks. When another handsome fellow said he was interested in him, he changed his affections immediately! I, on the other hand, wasn’t moved even when a fair-skinned, wealthy beauty started chasing me,” Zhang Chenfei said, walking out of the kitchen with a glass bowl filled with a cold appetizer. He picked up a cherry tomato with his chopsticks and fed it to Jiao Qi.

“You weren’t interested in women to begin with,” Jiao Qi said, eating the tomato. His face was expressionless as he looked at Zhang Chenfei.

“Umm… well… there was still that Yaoyao Ling from the School of Arts,” the CEO said, trying to use that little shou who had chased him with a passion that was almost holy back in the day to prove his iron-clad loyalty to his little wife.

“Oh? You still remember that Yaoyao Ling?”

“Sigh, no, Jiao Xiaoqi, you’re just deliberately finding fault with me.”

“You got that right,” Jiao Qi said. That was precisely his intention.

“Chop chop chop!” He, Zhang Chenfei, was a successful billionaire, but was still being bullied by his wife! His life was too hard. Mr CEO picked up his vegetable knife and started cutting more cucumbers ferociously.