Mr. Dior - Chap 70 The Destitute CEO's Wealthy Wife

Ch70 – Enduring humiliation and living a miserable life
Zhang Chenfei’s tone definitely did not sound normal.

“You… are you Dior?”

Jiao Qi was rather shocked. The period Zhang Chenfei had been “awake” hadn’t even lasted a day.

Zhang Chenfei chuckled, then slowly pulled off the young master’s thin sleeping robe. “What, you don’t recognise me anymore after not seeing me for a short while?” he asked. He then kissed Jiao Qi, his face entirely expressionless, as if this kiss was all part of a job he had to do.

“Mmph…” Jiao Qi pushed against Zhang Chenfei’s shoulders with his hands, trying to figure out what on earth this Zhang Chenfei was on about now. “Wait, what did you just say? That I’m ‘keeping’ you?”

Did that script where Zhang Chenfei was his godfather get flipped around, such that Mr Dior now thought that he was Jiao Qi’s godson? Jiao Qi sat up. “Then, am I your dad?” he asked uncertainly.

“What are you saying?!”

“I’m your dad, aren’t I?” Jiao Qi asked in sincere tones.

“Jiao Xiaoqi!” the great CEO grated. His fists were clenched so tightly that they were trembling, and the words sounded like they’d been said behind clenched teeth. “You can insult my father, but you’re not to insult me!”

This… didn’t sound right.

“… why would I want to insult your father?” Jiao Qi asked, blinking in confusion. This was the first time he’d heard Zhang Chenfei accuse him of this, and he wasn’t very sure what the logic behind it was.

Zhang Chenfei turned his head away stubbornly and refused to answer. He was acting like a cat that had had its tail stepped on, and Jiao Qi realised he might have gotten the script Zhang Chenfei was in wrong. However, he had too few clues to go on right now, and there was really nothing to analyse. At one’s wits’ end, one always turned to the Internet, so he tapped his IntelliBrain. Anne did a quick search and gave him the results.

The word ‘keep’ can mean ‘having or retaining possession of’, ‘causing or continuing a specified condition, position, course etc”. ‘Keeping’ refers to the action or fact of owning, maintaining or protecting something. Examples of common sayings related to the word ‘keep’ are: ‘keeping an army for a thousand days to use it for a single day’. A related saying is ‘raising a tiger as your child’.

Big Cock Zhang had rejected the idea that Jiao Qi was his father, and the ‘keeping’ he was talking about was obviously financial. Within this category, financial support in the context of adoption and guardianship could be eliminated. Jiao Qi tried to reason from first principles – given that the scripts’ content spilled over into each other every now and then, perhaps… Jiao Qi had a flash of inspiration. “I know, are you a husky?” he asked.

Zhang Chenfei must be in a fantasy script with animals in it, and the ‘keeping’ he referred to was perhaps rearing a puppy?

“Are you calling me a dog?” Zhang Chenfei demanded. It was as if he was a firecracker, and Jiao Qi’s last sentence had lit his fuse. He leapt off the bed angrily and paced around barefoot on the carpet, glaring fiercely at Jiao Qi and panting a little in his fury. “Yes, I’m your little kept plaything, but I’m not a dog!”

Jiao Qi didn’t have time to respond before the pillow behind his back was pulled away by Big Cock Zhang in one swipe. He nearly fell flat on his back, but managed to use an arm to support himself. He gaped stupidly at Zhang Chenfei as the fellow stormed out of the room in a towering rage. His stubborn-looking retreating figure was holding obstinately to that small pillow, and his entire bearing screamed “I’m not going to serve you anymore!”

Jiao Qi was starting to get it. A young master’s little plaything – so, Big Cock Zhang was the MB that he, the Young Master Jiao, had paid good money for! Jiao Qi’s eyebrows rose up slowly. He got Anne to pull out the previous materials he’d searched for previously, thinking that he had to do some revision on how to be a good gong.

The IntelliBrain disagreed with Jiao Qi’s interpretation. Forgive my interjection, but an MB can still be a top.

In “One Night Stand: The CEO is an MB”, the female lead is a rich young lady from a well-known family, and in a night of debauchery, paid good money to hire a male host. To her surprise, the male host who arrived was actually the Ouyang Group’s heir and the fiance that she’d been betrothed to since she was a little girl. She tried to escape when she realised this. On the man’s part, he’d gotten drunk and lost a bet, which was why he’d ended up in her bedroom as a male host for hire, and had never thought that she would be the one who’d select him. Hmph, lady, did you think you can escape from me after sleeping with me?

In “Accidentally Sleeping with the Top”, the male lead is an idle, good-for-nothing young master from a rich family, and he spent a lot of money to get the top host in the nightclub to serve him, but he had never imagined that this top host was also a top in bed…

“Stop, stop. You’re not to read those things out any more, and you’re not to download them, either,” Jiao Qi said, stopping Anne from performing this dangerous action. He felt a sense of deja vu; if he was to suddenly hit his head hard in some accident, he might become like Big Cock Zhang. How would they get by then?

The next day, after they got on the private jet, Zhang Chenfei went straight to the sofa and sat down. He took out a little notebook and started writing in it as if he were writing a diary.

They were taking off from a warm tropical island, and the plane’s air conditioning was turned up high in order to keep the interior pleasantly cool. Jiao Qi lay on the bed, reading his email, and he soon started to feel cold. Out of habit, he called out to his Laogong. “Bring me that rug,” he said absently.

Zhang Chenfei put down his pen, but didn’t move from his seat. “I’m only in charge of the stuff we do on the bed, not the stuff that happens off the bed,” he said.

What on earth… Jiao Qi unfastened his seatbelt and was about to get up to get the rug himself when a furry object was suddenly tossed onto him. A cold-faced Zhang Chenfei wrapped the rug snugly around Jiao Qi and sat down by his bedside without another word.

“So you’re in charge of this now?”

“I didn’t realise then that you were on the bed,” Zhang Chenfei said, his expression serious as he arranged a back cushion under Jiao Qi. He then picked up his diary again to continue writing.

“… …”

Jiao Qi never had the habit of secretly reading other people’s diaries, so he averted his eyes and continued reading his emails, chatting with his Laogong as he did so, trying to understand more about the character he was presently in. However, Zhang Chenfei seemed to treat this topic as some kind of taboo, and would get angry if Jiao Qi asked too many questions. After chatting for some time, Jiao Qi still only had a vague idea of what this character was about. Mr Dior apparently had no choice but to get together with Young Master Jiao only because he’d fallen on difficult times and needed money. Jiao Qi himself was an evil fuerdai who lusted after Zhang Chenfei’s ravishing good looks.

Alright.

The evil young master couldn’t continue this conversation anymore. He closed his eyes and went to sleep instead. The air conditioning in the cabin was still blowing out cold air energetically, and Jiao Qi’s hands, which weren’t covered by the rug, quickly became so cold that the hairs on them started standing.

Zhang Chenfei couldn’t resist picking those fair-skinned hands up and tucking them under the rug. His eyes also couldn’t help being pulled toward that stunningly beautiful face. The sleeping young master looked innocent and harmless, and an alluring scent emanated from his body. His rose-coloured lips also looked slightly plump and moist because of the cup of warm tea he’d drunk earlier. They’d probably taste sweet…

Zhang Chenfei suddenly felt his throat go dry, as if he’d been bewitched by something. He slowly inched over, thinking to have a taste of those lips. Jiao Qi’s sweet breath brushed against his face as he got closer. It tickled, and it also felt soft at the same time. Mr Dior suddenly came to his senses. What was he doing? He forced down the urge to kiss Jiao Qi, his eyes betraying how torn he felt inside.

He absolutely could not be bewitched by this fellow! He was only a little plaything bought with money, and giving him his heart would only lead to pain and anguish!

It was evening when the plane touched down, and they still had to go to work the next morning, so they didn’t return to the villa. They ate a quick meal outside and went back straight to their apartment.

Ah Yi had taken very good care of the little golden fluffball during their overseas trip, but having gone a few days without seeing his two masters, he was feeling a little depressed. When he saw the couple come back, he immediately reverted to his bouncy, active self, his little tail wagging so hard that even his butt was swaying left and right.

“Is this your dog? What’s its name?” Zhang Chenfei asked, looking at the dog with expressionless eyes. He picked up the vaccination card lying on the console in the doorway.

“Umm…”

“Zhang Guangzong?” the CEO said coldly, putting the vaccination card back where he’d found it. He pressed his lips together in a straight line, then suddenly laughed a bitter laugh. “You really think of me as a dog, don’t you? Even your puppy bears my surname.”

“… …” Jiao Qi couldn’t help sighing when he saw that his Laogong had descended into a funk again. He stroked the confused little golden furball. “Guangzong ah, your Atlantis is gone too,” he said. Guangzong had turned back into an ordinary dog.

“Woof!” The good thing was that Guangzong didn’t care, and he continued wagging his tail exuberantly.

Mr Zhang the MB made himself scarce by hiding in the study. Jiao Qi had no idea what he was up to in there, and decided to just take a shower and climb on the bed to sleep.

Daddy Jiao called out of the blue, and Jiao Qi picked up the call.

“I was taking stock of my assets recently and suddenly remembered that Chenchen gave me some shares as your betrothal gift when the two of you were married. I haven’t transferred these shares to you yet – when you both are free, come to Jiaoyang to look for me,” Daddy Jiao said. In Jiao Zuoren’s eyes, his son was the rightful owner of the betrothal gifts, and as such, these shares had to be transferred to Jiao Qi.

At the time they were married, Zhang Chenfei had only just started his business, and Daddy Jiao wasn’t particularly impressed by the gift of these shares. They hadn’t been worth anything then. Now that Shifei’s share prices were one of the highest in the market, it wasn’t appropriate for him to continue holding on to this valuable asset.

“He gave those to you, so you keep it,” Jiao Qi said, looking up at Zhang Chenfei, who had suddenly entered the room. He lowered his voice. “Anyway, those shares aren’t betrothal gifts. They were given as dowry.”

This was what Zhang Chenfei had said himself at the time. Jiao Qi wasn’t making things up.

“If it’s dowry, then it makes even more sense that you should have it. Which father would covet his own child’s dowry?” Daddy Jiao said stubbornly. He insisted that his son come visit him in two days, then hung up before Jiao Qi could reply.

Zhang Chenfei waited until the sound of running water stopped before walking into the bedroom. He didn’t even look at Jiao Qi, he just went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. He came out wrapped only in a towel, and his face was cold as he sat next to his little wife. “Where shall I start?” he asked.

“What are you intending to start?” Jiao Qi asked, confused. He looked up from his IntelliBrain.

“Ha.” Zhang Chenfei gave a cold laugh at Young Master Jiao’s feigned innocence. He raised his eyebrows, then stood up and pulled off the towel with one swift tug.

“Aiya, you really…” Jiao Qi caught sight of his completely exposed groin and suddenly felt like he’d gotten chilli in his eyes. He turned away from the sight. “Go put on some underwear, quick!”

Zhang Chenfei grabbed hold of Jiao Qi’s wrist with one hand, and used his other hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to look at him. “Surely you didn’t think that I came over just to tuck you into bed?” he said sarcastically.

The position they were in now was rather embarrassing, and Jiao Qi’s face couldn’t help reddening.

“Your dad said that as long as I served you well, he would give me the funds I need to save Shifei,” Zhang Chenfei said. He got down on one knee, then slowly, slowly, inched over to kiss his little wife’s lips. He had to bear this grave humiliation to win a sliver of a chance at getting his business back on its feet. He would do it even though it meant selling his own body.

“My dad?” Jiao Qi asked, even more confused now. He avoided his kiss and thought back on the look his father had when he told him that he’d gone on a successful blind date. “You think my dad’s gone nuts? Why would he hire someone to f*ck his son?!”

“Stop pretending! If you keep refusing, I’m not going to play nice anymore, and if you find it difficult to bear, that’s your own fault.”

Mr Dior had lost his patience, and he pulled open Jiao Qi’s soft pyjamas in one swift move. The beautiful scenery that was Jiao Qi’s body was revealed, and when Mr Dior saw it, he couldn’t help feeling aroused. The movements of his hands also became gentle and tender.

No! He couldn’t be like this! Zhang Chenfei shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the fog in his mind. He refused, he absolutely refused to be attracted to this young master. In an attempt to reassert control over the chaos in his mind, he inched over and whispered evilly into Jiao Qi’s ear. “I know your body has been modified, and that you’re insanely horny as a result,” he said.

“… who ever said that?”

“You did.”

“When did I say that?!”

“When you were pregnant not too long ago. You said it with your own lips,” the great CEO said righteously. He repeated what his little wife said word for word. “You said, ‘since I’m a little lewd doll’.”