Mr. Dior - Chap 73

Ch73 – O dark world, why art thou so cruel?
Actually, that gossipy piece of news didn’t cause that much of a stir, because anyone with a reasonable IQ could see that there were just too many fabrications in it to be true. However, there would always be some brainless idiots on the Internet, and this category of readers started jeering at Zhang Chenfei on his social media channel.

“Huh, so you went after a wealthy school flower in your uni days, and after you graduated, you immediately chased Young Master Jiao. Got it all planned out, haven’t you?”

“Shifei Tech’s just a small little company. You’re latching on to Young Master Jiao because you want to use his wealth to advance your company’s agenda, isn’t it?”

Zhang Chenfei’s fans greatly outnumbered these jeering fellows, and to say that he was clutching at anyone’s thighs right now was a real joke given how successful Shifei was. Zhang Chenfei’s fans scolded these keyboard warriors right back and buried these mean comments in their positive ones. Some of these fans were unhappy even after suppressing the keyboard warriors and ran over to Xiao Yi’s social media channel to berate her.

“Your face is really big, huh! It’s one thing to try and pretend you’re close to Zhang Chenfei, but why are you also biting on to the innocent Fatty Gao and refusing to let go?”

“You have two men chasing you? Wow, you really think highly of yourself. Even Mary Sue novels don’t dare to say this sort of thing!”

There were also many people who went to Jiao Qi’s long-disused social media page to leave messages, mainly persuading him not to get angry. When Jiao Qi returned home, Xiao Yi had already posted a new message on her social media.

lawyer_xiaoyi: It’s me that chased Zhang Chenfei and not the other way around. He liked men, so he rejected me right from the very start. Mr. Zhang is a married man, so please stop disturbing him. To the media who have deliberately twisted the facts, I’ll see you in Court.

The accompanying picture was a Writ of Summons.

This efficient, effective method of dealing with the rumours made Jiao Qi have a new level of respect for this Miss Xiao. Some women would never want to reveal that they had taken the initiative in chasing a man, but Xiao Yi clearly wasn’t one of them. The way she did things was clear and decisive, and it was easy to see how she’d become a successful lawyer at such a young age.

“What are you reading?” Zhang Chenfei asked, carrying a plate of strawberries over and putting them next to Jiao Qi, who was lying prone and using his IntelliBrain.

“Reading gossipy news about you,” Jiao Qi said, picking up a strawberry to eat. The sweet and sour taste was very refreshing. They’d had zhajiangmian for dinner, and it had been a little salty, so having fruits to wash it down was perfect.

“Your husband in name has skanky rumours about him in the papers and you’re joining in the fun?!” Zhang Chenfei asked, outraged. He looked at his little wife, who was blithely eating strawberries without a care in the world. Mr. Dior was very, very disappointed. Wasn’t he supposed to tie him up and punish him severely? Or at least force him to “service” him until he begged for mercy? This man simply didn’t give a hoot about him at all!

“Huh?” Jiao Qi couldn’t follow his husband’s train of thought. He turned to look at him, but that fellow had already walked huffily into the study to write in his diary. The emotional, depressive CEO had been hurt by his young master, and he had to write a long entry to quell the feelings of sadness and regret in his heart.

Jiao Qi wondered if he should play along with him for a bit. He thought very hard about this, but he really didn’t understand what this kept husband of his was thinking about.

“Ting!” A notification sounded on his IntelliBrain, and he lowered his head to look at Anne. There was nothing on Anne’s screen though. It wasn’t Anne, but Zhang Chenfei’s Louis XIV, which he had tossed aside while washing the strawberries earlier.

The IntelliBrain had a partial preview function. Right now, it showed that the sender of the message was “Xiao Yi”.

Jiao Qi frowned. He had just been thinking of liking Miss Xiao’s post on social media, but in the blink of an eye, she was contacting Zhang Chenfei on the sly? He reached out and unlocked Zhang Chenfei’s IntelliBrain to display the full message.

It’s been a long time since we last spoke, but I suddenly remembered something. Do you remember that I connected you with that finance company seven years ago? That company is now in some difficulty, and I’ve taken on a case against them. You don’t have any connection to them right now, do you?

Jiao Qi threw all ethics about catfishing and not sending messages while pretending to his husband to the winds, and replied: Which company?

The one you borrowed from when you were having a management crisis. I even asked why you didn’t want to borrow from your husband then, don’t you remember?

The window in Jiao Qi’s apartment hadn’t been shut tight, and a cold night wind blew in, making his fingers suddenly go cold. Seven years ago… they’d already been married then, but Zhang Chenfei hadn’t mentioned anything about something as serious as a management crisis to him!

Zhang Chenfei finished writing in his diary and came out to take a shower. He was fully prepared to execute his own self-imposed punishment of doing it seven times in one night.

Jiao Qi got up and went to make a phone call to Gao Shiqing in the study.

“Brother Jiao,” Gao Shiqing greeted when he answered the phone. He didn’t wait for Jiao Qi to ask anything before starting to explain himself. “That school flower thing – I’ve mentioned this to you before. Even if you don’t believe Da Fei, you should believe me. Do you think I’m the kind of person who would chase a school flower?”

“That’s not what I’m calling you about,” Jiao Qi said, pulling out a cigarette from the drawer. He stuck it between his teeth but didn’t light it. “Seven years ago, Shifei had a management crisis. Do you remember that?”

“Of course, I remember. That time, Da Fei and I nearly perished…” Gao Shiqing paused suddenly. “Brother Jiao, why are you suddenly asking me about this?”

“He was discussing this very matter with your school flower,” Jiao Qi said. His voice was as cold as a glacier in Antarctica.

Discussing this with the school flower? And without Jiao Qi’s knowledge? Gao Shiqing became frightened. He felt like his soul was about to leave his body. He quickly spilled the beans on what exactly happened back then. He also emphasized, repeatedly, that his Brother Da Fei wasn’t straight. He was in fact even more bent than a mosquito coil.

At that time, Shifei was in its infancy, but its prospects were excellent. It had launched a wildly popular IntelliBrain game at that time and caused all the big players in the mobile gaming industry to sit up. One of the industry giants in fact wanted to acquire Shifei, but Zhang Chenfei steadfastly refused to be bought out.

Unexpectedly, that giant purchased a large portion of Shifei’s shares on the sly, and a representative from that company appeared at Shifei’s board meeting two weeks after Zhang Chenfei refused the acquisition offers. That old game company had money to blow and was very powerful and influential in the industry. It knew that Shifei was in the process of raising capital, so it deliberately made huge investments in Shifei’s shares to dilute Zhang Chenfei’s and Gao Shiqing’s holdings.

At that time, Zhang Chenfei had given a large portion of his own shares to his father-in-law as dowry. If he didn’t want to lose his majority share and therefore control of Shifei, he either had to take back the shares that he’d given Jiao Zuoren, or grit his teeth and throw in an amount equivalent to what that big game company was investing. In the end, Zhang Chenfei had chosen the latter solution and found a financial institution to finance his investment in order to protect his control over Shifei.

Borrowing from a financial institution also attracted extremely high-interest rates.

Jiao Qi hung up. He lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a long drag. Seven years ago, they had just gotten married, and they were right in their honeymoon stage then. If Zhang Chenfei needed money, why didn’t he say anything to him? Jiaoyang Real Estate’s finances were blazing bright in the sky like the noonday sun back then. Lending Zhang Chenfei that little bit of money wouldn’t have been an issue at all.

Zhang Chenfei had borne the stress of this terrible situation all by himself and had still smiled gaily at him when he returned home. How did this fellow manage it? As he subconsciously twisted the ring on his ring finger, he suddenly thought about what Zhang Chenfei had said to him that year.

“I’ve already given the dowry to your dad. Don’t worry, he’ll definitely agree.”

“My finances can’t hold a candle to your family’s now, but I will work really hard. In three years, I’ll definitely make your dad pleased that you married me.”

Jiao Qi held the cigarette between two slender fingers and sucked in hard. The smoke filled his nostrils immediately, making them feel achy and uncomfortable. He and Zhang Chenfei were married, which meant that they were of one body and one mind. Zhang Chenfei’s actions had been that of an outsider’s rather than his spouse’s, but Jiao Qi couldn’t find it in him to criticize him for it. How could he possibly ask his father-in-law for money when he had been trying so desperately to prove that he could take care of Jiao Qi?

On hearing the water stop running in the bathroom, Jiao Qi took two more drags of his cigarette, then extinguished it. He had constantly nagged Zhang Chenfei not to smoke, so he walk the talk, or he’d lose the higher moral ground.

The cigarette’s ashes sparked briefly in the fine sand on the ashtray. A batik-bound notebook was placed next to the ashtray. This was the very notebook Mr. Dior used as his diary.

Now that he had a better understanding of what Zhang Chenfei was feeling, Jiao Qi suddenly felt an overpowering urge to read the diary.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked it up and flipped it open.

… …

Saturday, on the island. Yanyan is a very weak little creature. You absolutely must remember not to bring him to dangerous places.

… …

This part was written on the back of the notebook cover in huge letters. Jiao Qi’s fingers trembled slightly as he gently stroked the words of the last sentence. He stared at it for a brief moment, then continued flipping the pages.

… …

Sunday, on the plane.

0930. In order to save Shifei and Old Gao, who’s trapped paying for a usurious loan, I endured humiliation and gave myself to Jiao Qi as his plaything. O dark world, why art thou so cruel?

1030. He’s really good-looking. I can’t stop thinking about him.

Monday, at Shifei.

1530. He lent me money to pay the plane loan installments. Actually, he’s pretty good to me. I can’t stop myself from liking him. I like him way too much. What do I do?! This is wrong! I’m only his plaything. Only his plaything. O filthy world, why dost thou treat love so?

1900. A great husband can bend and stretch as the situation demands, just as the King of Yue was able to endure hardships. My pride is in my crotch, and this Big Cock can go seven times in one night. When I make a comeback, this will definitely be one of the shining moments in my legendary life. (Note: This part can be used in my autobiography)

1905. He is so cute. I can’t stop thinking about him. To be frank, it wouldn’t be any problem to do it seven times in one night with him, but he doesn’t seem to be too keen on it. Could it be that I haven’t figured out what his preferences are?

… …

Jiao Qi silently closed the diary. His hands no longer trembled, and his nose no longer felt achy. A man who dared to write stuff like this into his autobiography was not deserving of sympathy.

The doorbell rang downstairs, and Jiao Qi got up to see who it was. Zhang Chenfei had already stuffed his feet into bedroom slippers and had opened the door. Jiao Qi went back to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, then ate the last two strawberries on the plate. If Zhang Chenfei kissed him later, he wouldn’t be able to smell the cigarettes in his mouth this way.

Jiao Qi suddenly realized what he was thinking about, and he hurriedly rubbed his cheeks to wake himself up. Just as he put the plate down, Zhang Chenfei came in, carrying a delivery bag. Following closely and exuberantly behind him was their golden furball.

“What snacks did you buy so late at night?” Jiao Qi asked, picking up the little golden retriever that was trying to climb onto the bed.

A big black box was in Mr. Dior’s hands. He had a complicated look in his eyes as he met Jiao Qi’s gaze, and he suddenly opened the box with a flourish.

“Hey, don’t eat on the bed…” The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat when he saw what the contents of the box were. Jiao Qi’s eyes immediately became as round as saucers.

“Thud thud!”

A pile of colourful items that were categorically unsuitable for young puppies fell directly onto the quilt. Among these items was a red rope and about twenty small balls that could be controlled by a wireless remote.

“You’ll reach your limit tonight. You and I have to…” Zhang Chenfei pressed his lips together and tossed the little puppy out, then shut the door tight. He grabbed two of the round balls and held them in front of himself. “I hear you like ‘egg birthing’ play. I don’t quite understand this preference of yours, but I will do my best to accommodate.”