Mr. Dior - Chap 85

Ch85 – His uncle and his second uncle were both his uncles
Translator:- Max

Editor:- Nine

Jiao Qi felt that this couldn’t go on. He didn’t know how many more Zhang Many Dick would come after him. For the sake of himself and his Lao Gong’s waist, he could only try to change the script again.

“Don’t do it… Ah… I’m really not an undercover agent!”

The rock-hearted Zhang San Diao was unmoved. “Drunk people always claim they are not drunk, and undercover agents would never admit they are undercover agents! Do you take me for a fool?”

“Then tell me, why are you in contact with that Japanese?” As he asked, he continued to torture the dying young master with the most cruel punishment for a man.

“I made a deal with the Japanese…to buy firearms for the Marshal!”

Young Master Jiao’s voice had become hoarse, with a hint of nasal sound, making him sound very pitiful. Zhang San Diao couldn’t help but pause in his actions, and the steel wall that had just formed around his heart cracked at the sight of his weak little wife.

“You… are you telling the truth?” He tried his best to maintain the vulgar tone, fearing that the cunning spy might catch on to any clues.

The young master, who had endured countless humiliations, stubbornly refused to speak further. Mainly because Jiao Qi didn’t know how to continue the story, he had no choice but to resort to the tactic of “Silence speaks louder than words.”

Loudly defending oneself often indicates guilt, while silently shedding tears reveals true grievances. The cruel warlord was suddenly flustered, and his once-hardened shell crumbled and collapsed.

Now was the time of war, with internal and external troubles. Although his “Dick Army” was strong, they faced the problem of bad weaponry, with only the pitiful 20-metre mini armour-piercing artillery being available to them. He had complained about this matter to his little wife before, and at that time, Jiao Qi only responded with an eye.

Thinking that the cultured Young Master Jiao was not interested in such matters, he didn’t bring it up again. However, he didn’t expect that he had taken this matter to heart. In this day and age, foreign guns were indeed precious, and even if he wanted to equip his elite troops with them, it would require emptying the Jiao family’s coffers.

Spending all his family’s fortune to buy guns for himself showed the young master’s sincere devotion! Yet, it was all squandered in this manner! Fortunately, he didn’t allow others to bully him, but now, with this situation, how can it all be resolved?

Once again, his chin was firmly pinched, and the three Diao “brothers” were obviously a little emotional, their fingertips trembling slightly. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“…” He didn’t even consider changing the script earlier.

“Why didn’t you say anything! Do you know what could have happened to you later?”

Jiao Qi twisted his head and shook off the hand that was pinching harder and harder. “Untie me quickly, you bastard!”

“Xiao Qi, l…” Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly fell headlong on Jiao Qi’s body, without a sound.

“Big Dick Zhang?” The heavy body pressed against his chest, emitting a muffled sound, startling Jiao Qi. He shook his body and called out, “Chenfei? Chenfei! Zhang Chenfei!”

No matter how much he called, the person on top of him remained unresponsive. Jiao Qi anxiously twisted his head, trying to remove the tie that was covering his eyes. Suddenly, the person on top of him let out a groan and slowly sat up.

Zhang Chenfei shook his head, waiting for the dizziness to pass. As the scene before him gradually became clear, he saw the tie, handcuffs, and his helpless little wife… his mouth slowly formed an “O” shape, as if struck by a divine thunder on the top of his head. It was like the 1st Buddha was born, the 2nd Buddha ascended to heaven, and the 3rd Dick remained silent.

This was really exciting!

“What’s going on with you? En?” After waiting for a while without hearing any response, Jiao Qi became very worried. He pulled and tugged at the handcuffs on his wrist. He remembered they were made of plastic; if he exerted enough force, he might be able to break free.

“Don’t move!” Zhang Chenfei came back to his senses, and quickly stopped Yan Yan’s movements to prevent him from hurting himself. With a click, he opened the handcuffs, and then, along the way, took off his tie as well.

Jiao Qi opened his eyes, and he saw a big hand covering just above his eyes, shielding him from the harsh light of the ceiling. The hand brushed his eyelashes as it slowly moved aside.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, there was silence.

“Where’s your second and third brother? Marshal Zhang!” Jiao Qi propped himself up with support, his waist felt sore. Zhang Chenfei caught him and pulled him into his arms.

“Hmm…the two of them went to eat Malatang.” Zhang Chenfei babbled nonsense, and lowered his head to check if his little wife was injured.

The handcuffs were professional toys with safety tested, leaving no red marks. The tie was dampened by tears, and the corner of his eyes were still a little red, but it was just a normal physiological response, not genuine crying. Apart from that, there was nothing to worry about, and Mr. President heaved a sigh of relief.

“Didn’t you say that if I get dirty by them, you won’t touch me again?” Jiao Qi rubbed his wrists, and raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

“Heh…” Zhang Chenfei blushed and remembered the look of his little wife begging for mercy. “Aiya, how could I bear to let anyone touch you.” With that, he picked up Jiao Xiaoqi and headed towards the bathroom.

“…” Jiao Qi ignored him, struggling to wash himself.

“I can explain what just now. Have you ever heard that song?” Zhang Chenfei coaxed him with a smile, put him on the toilet seat, went to turn on the water in the bathtub, and sang in a Guan Zhong accent, “His uncle and second uncle are both his uncles, and Zhang Er Diao and Zhang San Diao are both the Lao Gong… Ouch!”

Big Dick Zhang, who was bending over to turn on the water, was kicked and almost fell into the bathtub.

After cleaning up inside and out, and soaking in a hot bath, their tiredness was somewhat alleviated. Jiao Qi drank a cup of throat-soothing tea, and his voice returned to normal. He leaned against the headboard, holding the two pink handcuffs in his palm. He narrowed his eyes and squinted at Zhang Chenfei.

Knowing that the President was strict with confessions and had a zero-tolerance policy for resistance, he voluntarily extended his hand to let his little wife handcuff him.

“Why did you suddenly faint earlier?” Jiao Qi held the other end of the handcuffs and looked at him.

“In fact, I always feel a little dizzy every time I wake up. Sometimes, it’s not very noticeable because I wake up suddenly.” Originally, he wanted to pretend to be pitiful, but seeing the worry in his little wife’s eyes, he decided to be honest and tell the truth.

“That’s good then.” Relieved that there was nothing serious, Jiao Qi nodded. He slowly got up and moved to the middle of the bed, then pushed Zhang Chenfei down and restrained him against the iron railing at the head of the bed.

“Honey, I really didn’t do it on purpose. Even if you gave me the courage of a leopard, I wouldn’t dare to play torture to extract a confession from you! It’s all the script’s fault!” Mr. Zhang didn’t dare to struggle, he could only scream.

“Is that so? Then, blowing smoke rings in my face, is that also the script’s fault?” Jiao Qi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and blew the smoke at him. The previous script didn’t have such audacious actions, even if he were an Underworld Lord, he would still put down his cigar while speaking.

“Keke, that bandit was too arrogant, um…” A mouthful of spicy smoke entered his mouth, and without hesitation, Zhang Chenfei sealed those soft lips, swallowing the smoke and then slowly exhaling it through his nose.

Jiao Qi pushed him away and sat up again.

Big Dick Zhang licked his lips with lingering desire and said, “If you’re still upset, you can continue passing the smoke to me. I can handle it.”

“…” Punishment inexplicably turned into a reward, and Jiao Qi helplessly extinguished the cigarette, poking Zhang Chenfei’s ticklish spot. “Why did you wake up so suddenly this time? You didn’t even finish your lines.”

This script was too intense, and Jiao Qi had a faint feeling that this guy was losing control. Did he wake up forcefully because he subconsciously sensed the danger? If he could control the script’s progress on his own, did that mean he was getting better?

Zhang Chenfei tried to recall and said uncertainly, “I guess it’s because my essence was depleted, and my brain couldn’t be supplied with blood properly, so the script lock was automatically lifted.”

“…Nonsense again!”

“Really? Haven’t you noticed? Every time we have an intense moment, I wake up.” Big Dick Zhang babbled with his eyes wide open, raised his eyebrows at his little wife with malicious intentions. “Next time I get stuck in a script, you should sacrifice yourself, not just once but twice, then I’ll be able to… Ao Ao Ao…”

The ex-warlord who got carried away was immediately beaten.

“I was wrong, I was wrong! Next time, just punch me directly to wake me up, is that okay?” Zhang Chenfei raised his hands in surrender, but they were still tied, so he could only lift his foot and push his little wife sitting on him forward.

Jiao Qi looked at that smiling handsome face, despite being beaten, his eyes were filled with tender affection. Perhaps it was because he had just cried, making his Lacrimal glands sensitive, he couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. His nose tingled, and his eyes turned red.

Zhang Chenfei, who was still smiling, was startled and his expression abruptly changed. “What’s wrong?”

Jiao Qi lowered his head, wanting to leave, but a teardrop fell with a “plop”, hitting the sturdy chest of his Lao Gong.

“Baby!” Zhang Chenfei became flustered and quickly pushed the handcuffs on his wrist. He sat up and stopped his little wife from trying to run away. He gently held his shoulders and checked him up and down, asking, “Does it hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you just now?”

“No…” Jiao Qi sniffed and tried to push him away.

“Then what’s wrong? Tell me,” Zhang Chenfei gently held the slightly damp face with one hand, using his thumb to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes. “Seeing you cry breaks my heart.”

Jiao Qi felt a bit embarrassed and pulled away from his hand. “It’s nothing, just… missing you a bit.”

“In the script, it’s you, but not really you.”

After living together for seven years, they could understand each other with just a few words. Zhang Chenfei immediately understood and held his little wife tightly in his arms, showering him with tender kisses. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry…”

“No…” Jiao Qi shoved him embarrassedly, but he hugged him even more tightly.

“NC’s collaboration project was finalised on Monday, and we should be discussing data issues throughout this week. The preliminary work is all done, and once we have the data, we can quickly produce the final product. Just endure a few more days, okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad actually. Mr. Dior is quite interesting.” President Jiao admitted. He regretted the sudden surge of his emotions just now. It had been so many years since he had acted so weak and embarrassed himself like that.

Zhang Chenfei smiled, holding him close as they lay back under the blankets. He dimmed the lights and absentmindedly patted his little wife’s back. After a while, he suddenly realised something. “You just said you missed me!”

“You haven’t said this kind of thing for many years. Every time I ask if you missed me during your business trips, you just reply with ‘nonsense’, and it’s so cold and indifferent that I almost couldn’t raise it.”

“Really? I’ve replied with ‘En’ before.”

“Uh, I lifted it when you said ‘En’, so it doesn’t count.”

“Rogue!”

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Note: “His uncle and his second uncle are both his uncles” comes from the opening song of the TV series “The Bandits in Guanzhong”.