Mr. Dior Chapter 7 Part2
BOOK I: The President’s Million Dollar Bride_Chapter 7.2
On their way back home, Jiao Qi never spoke. When he entered the door, he saw the bottle of pale yellow Hermes perfume on the key cabinet in the foyer, and only then did he stop his urge to charge at his husband.
Throwing the suit coat mercilessly on the sofa and then gripping firmly his lao gong’s necktie, Jiao Qi interrogated him in a cold voice, “Why did you never tell me that you were going to that place?”
The president was pulled by Jiao Qi at a crooked angle and he took advantage of this opportunity to bow his head and smack the lips of his lovely little wife. “Why do I have to report the places where I went and go to you?” After speaking, he abruptly carried him horizontally while walking with large strides towards the bedroom.
“Zhangda Diao! How many things are you hiding from me?” Jiao Qi was thrown into the bed. He tried to climb up but was suppressed back again.
“Oh, naturally there are a lot, but why should I tell you?” The president fiddled with his lovely little wife’s soft ear. The secret deep within his heart, how could he possibly tell it to this heartless corporate spy.
Jiao Qi’s patience and forbearance only allowed him to restrain his impulse to slap somebody on the face. “I knew you wouldn’t dare tell me because you were afraid that I am a corporate spy. You are really incompetent!”
“Humph! Using such method of spurring somebody into action by making negative remarks just to let me divulge my secret,” the president’s complexion is hideous as he pulled open his lovely little wife’s shirt fiercely, “I will not be fooled! How could I possibly tell you that I love you and loving you makes my heart ache. That I wanted to spend a lifetime together with you, even if it’s just for money.”
The sudden and unexpected confession made Jiao Qi to stare blankly. Quite a long time has pa.s.sed before his soul returned to his body. “Who wants your money?”
Where should we go from here? As expected, those lines were a script from the book.
“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” Zhang Chenfei propped up his body and smilingly looked at his lovely little wife. His eyes appeared soft and gentle.
“Who am I?” Jiao Qi looked straight into his husband’s eyes.
“Yanyan.” Zhang Chenfei said without hesitation and then kissed his little wife’s moist lips. Just now in the nightclub, his lovely little wife had a gla.s.s of wine, and there is an intoxicating taste which remained between his lips and teeth. People couldn’t help but savor it again and again.
Jiao Qi licked the corner of his mouth and gripped his husband’s big head within his hand. “Seeing that you did not cheat on me at the time you went to the nightclub, I will spare you just this time but … uhh … ahhh…”
Making love repeatedly until late into the night, the satisfied president-daren cuddles his lovely little wife and finally slept until the sound of snoring was heard. Jiao Qi opened his eyes and gave orders to his smart brain.
“What am I doing on the 3rd, 16th, and 28th of last month?”
The smart brain took the worksheet out.
【 On August 3rd: The live broadcast platform’s new function went online … went to a high-cla.s.s dinner with the group … returned home at 10:20 in the evening. 】
【 On August 16th: Zhao Tengfei, President of Fei Teng Corporation, took you to an evening banquet. 】
【 On August 28th: A bug appeared in the video platform for Qixi Festival [1] where members’ activities were reduced to half the price. All employees went overtime. Returned home at 00:03 past midnight. 】
{T/N: [1] Qixi Festival – Also known as Chinese Valentine’s Day, known as Tanabata Festival in j.a.pan, and as Chilseok Festival in Korea. It is a Chinese festival that celebrates the annual meeting of the cowherd and weaver girl in Chinese mythology. It falls on the 7th day of the 7th month on the Chinese calendar. More on Wikipedia}
The 28th was actually Qixi Festival?
He could vaguely remember that at noon that day, Zhangda Diao gave him a call. “When I get off work at night, I’ll pick you up and buy you something tasty.”
Jiao Qi touched the big hand circling his waist, slowly put his hand into it, and immediately held it tight. Using his thumb, he stroked his husband’s soft purlicue[2], and used the back of his head to rub against the husband’s strong chest until he fell asleep.
{T/N: [2] purlicue – anatomy. the s.p.a.ce between one’s forefinger and thumb}
The next day, Zhang Chenfei opened his eyes in a daze and felt a burst of headache. He grimaced in pain and ma.s.saged his temples. He’s also unable to remember what happened yesterday. Feeling the warm body around him, he habitually embraced him in his bosom.
……
“Oh, this is not enough!”
“Shut up!”
……
Last night, those extremely shameful lines are like a rising tide in the sea that instantly rushed into Zhangda Diao’s head making it a mess. The president-daren sat up and his face was pale.
Heavens, what had he done in these two days?!
He took Jiao Qi to the nightclub!
He boasted that he had a lot of lovers!
After he slept with him, he threw a check at Jiao Qi!
He also brought Jiao Qi to the company’s office to play!
O’ Heavens! Isn’t this the pattern leading to divorce?!?
Translator says:
And that concludes BOOK I! I am so (∗^0^∗) for BOOK II!
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