Fang Yuhan lifted his hip, pulling out a pen from underneath his butt. “Then I’ll have to make some modifications to the contract.”
Qin Zhan watched Fang Yuhan, who was focused on the contract, and for the first time truly realized that they were not on the same page.
He took the pen from Fang Yuhan’s hand, clasped both hands around him, drawing them closer together until their breaths intertwined.
Their eyes met, Fang Yuhan’s eyes as clear as a spring day, reflecting Qin Zhan’s image with such purity that they seemed unable to contain a second person.
Qin Zhan stared into his eyes. “You mentioned on the phone about having a hundred and eight ex-boyfriends…”
“Huh?” Fang Yuhan’s expression changed, memories of the past flashing through his mind. He remembered that in those forgotten corners, there always seemed to be a familiar figure passing by, from his first brag to the second…
That person was… Qin Zhan!
How embarrassing to let him hear about such things.
Fang Yuhan blushed, shrinking like a turtle and hiding under Qin Zhan, “You know, those blind date platforms are so annoying. If I don’t mention having a boyfriend, they’ll keep bothering me…”
He thought Qin Zhan should be able to relate, considering they were both older singles being pressured into marriage. He complained, “You don’t even know how many matchmaking platforms Ms. Fang has registered me on. It’s not easy for me to maintain a clean record of zero blind dates and still be single when I met you.”
After finishing his sentence, Fang Yuhan blushed even more, realizing how boastful he sounded.
Qin Zhan’s mind went blank, as if he was walking on the street and suddenly hit by a shower of gold coins from the sky, unable to believe it. No, for people like them, who had reached such a status, the shock and joy in their hearts couldn’t be measured by any monetary value. Fang Yuhan was his priceless treasure.
“What about Xiaonu?” Qin Zhan finally asked the question that had been troubling him.
“It’s just a nickname, the character ‘zhu’ in ‘nuzi’—uh…”
As the clouds of doubt cleared from his mind, Qin Zhan could no longer contain the tide of emotions.
Rushing forward, fiercely kissing Fang Yuhan, the kiss enveloped a mix of cherish, excitement, and guilt, leaving a complex taste in their mouths.
Fang Yuhan had no strength to resist, like a helpless chick being pressed and kneaded vigorously, almost shedding a layer of skin. He secretly gathered strength, intending to resist with one last effort, but always lost his momentum at the critical moment, as if being played with by Qin Zhan, with every move under the control of the other.
Ten minutes later, Fang Yuhan, holding his lips like a red chili pepper, began to accuse, “So you’ve always thought I was cheating on you?”
He had heard and seen enough, but Qin Zhan realized with remorse the unworthy thoughts he had harbored about Fang Yuhan, defiling the white rose blooming in his heart, and thus deserving severe condemnation.
“I’m sorry,” Qin Zhan apologized, hugging Fang Yuhan. How fortunate he was to have the chance to understand all this before it was too late.
“Why didn’t you ask me?” Fang Yuhan asked. “Did you think silently enduring everything was noble and honorable? But I wouldn’t have known.”
He smelled the lingering scent of smoke on Qin Zhan’s body, wondering how many cigarettes he had smoked in the past six hours.
“Is it because I smoke?” Fang Yuhan, eyes red, punched his arm. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out if you didn’t say? You’re just feeling sorry for yourself, I don’t care at all!”
Saying he didn’t care, but with a tearful voice, “What else did you do while I didn’t know?”
Qin Zhan gently patted his back. “I was wrong, my dear. You can hit me with a hanger if you want, but don’t be angry with yourself.”
Fang Yuhan rested his chin on Qin Zhan’s shoulder, feeling both angry and distressed. He had never imagined that Qin Zhan, who was so decisive, would endure wearing a hundred green hats for him, even hesitating to mention it to him.
Encountering such a person, he felt fortunate.
But it couldn’t all be blamed on Qin Zhan. If it weren’t for his constant lies and inability to remember the occasion, being caught by Qin Zhan so many times without leaving any impression.
“Do you still remember the first time? I even described your appearance based on you. Are you jealous?”
He sniffed. “I thought the golden birdcage was a gift for me, because I liked it, I’ve liked it since I was a child. Turns out it was a warning for me.”
Qin Zhan tried to salvage the situation. “Well, it was indeed a gift for you.”
Fang Yuhan slapped him. “Shut up, I got blisters on my fingers for making that birdcage.”
With slender and fair fingers, Fang Yuhan, who had never done heavy work, showed his right hand, with blisters the size of grains of rice on his index, middle, and thumb, looking pitiful.
With a slightly reddened eye and a hint of moisture, Fang Yuhan looked at Qin Zhan. “That needle was really hard to use.”
Fang Yuhan stuffed sugar into Qin Zhan’s mouth, complaining with a sugar-coated tone, making Qin Zhan feel both sweet and guilty.
Qin Zhan held his hand, pecking it sincerely. “I know I was wrong, you can punish me however you want.”
Qin Zhan said it sincerely, but at the same time, Fang Yuhan couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t be able to come up with a way to punish him with such a thin skin.
“Okay, then you stay here and experience being trapped in a cocoon.”
Fang Yuhan pushed Qin Zhan away, took out the keys from his pocket, and locked the CEO Qin in the birdcage from the outside, a set of actions performed effortlessly.
Qin Zhan, who was caught off guard by the sugar-coated bombs and lost his vigilance, said, “…”
Even though he had communicated with Fang Yuhan for half an hour in the meantime, Qin Zhan didn’t soften. On the contrary, his body became more excited. Who knew he just wanted to hold Fang Yuhan and roll on the bed crazily now. With desire no longer restrained by jealousy, it erupted even more thoroughly.
“Can we do it another day?” Qin Zhan asked, trying to negotiate calmly.
“No,” Fang Yuhan knew exactly what Qin Zhan was thinking now. If he let him out, would he have a way out? He had already been so outrageous before!
I’m really clever.
Fang Yuhan sat on the ground, half a meter away from Qin Zhan, putting the pen behind his ear and seriously acting like a secretary, “I suppose Mr. Qin didn’t hear the content of the contract clearly just now, in the spirit of openness and transparency, I’ll read it again.”
Qin Zhan restrained himself. When he heard “a hundred years of sleep together”, he was momentarily confused, showing the seriousness he usually reserved for shareholder meetings, listening to Fang Yuhan read.
…
“I object.”
What a tyrannical clause, daring to write about the consequences of breaking up, Qin Zhan was so angry that he wanted to grab Fang Yuhan and spank him right away.
He thought so in his heart, but Qin Zhan analyzed calmly on the surface, “Darling, twice a week is too little, and two hours at a time is even more impossible. We haven’t even come out of the bathroom and the time has passed.”
Fang Yuhan blushed at his words, speaking with annoyance, “I’m the first party, whether you sign it or not, you have to sign.”
He coaxed, “If you sign, I’ll let you out.”
The CEO Qin was resolute, saying he wouldn’t sign if he didn’t want to.
Fang Yuhan was somewhat worried. He had originally resorted to this plan to get Qin Zhan to sign the contract. Could it be that he could really lock a big person like him inside?
Under Qin Zhan’s watchful eyes, Fang Yuhan had a sudden inspiration and jokingly said, “Don’t you want to do it right away?”
Qin Zhan: “…”
“Oh, by the way,” Fang Yuhan added, “this has to be counted towards next week’s quota.”
Qin Zhan: Simply outrageous.
Looking around, Qin Zhan turned the two golden pillars with his bare hands, then sidestepped and walked out.
Fang Yuhan stared dumbfounded, so scared that even the pen on his ear fell off.
Why couldn’t he open it in the morning? Is the gap between people so huge?
Qin Zhan picked up Fang Yuhan, whose clothes were deliberately disheveled to reveal a large expanse of fair chest, to explain to him, “Two of them are pure gold, the rest are 3D hard gold.”
Pure gold is not very hard and is easily deformed. The birdcage had many intricate retro patterns, and the 3D hard gold craftsmanship was more perfect and harder. Except for those two, the birdcage could only be considered an alloy product with a gold purity of over 90%.
Qin Zhan, a business tycoon, had a unique strategic vision and execution power, but at the same time, he was accustomed to leaving himself an escape route in everything he did.
Most people would grab onto the sturdy cage door and not think to investigate the other pillars. Originally, it was a way out for Fang Yuhan, just in case.
Fang Yuhan blocked it himself.
No one could force CEO Qin to sign the contract, Fang Yuhan regretted deeply.
Falling heavily on the bed, Fang Yuhan was kissed so affectionately that he babbled, “You’re so mean, the birdcage only has two pure gold pillars! Stingy, you don’t love me at all!”
Fang Yuhan was mercilessly flipped over, unable to move, allowing Qin Zhan to do as he pleased. He could only bite the quilt and argue stubbornly, “Are you planning to buy a gold-plated ring on the roadside to fool me when you propose? Mrs. Fang won’t agree to this marriage.”
What kind of words are these! Did he lack that little money?
Being questioned about his lack of money, Qin Zhan angrily silenced Fang Yuhan with practical actions.
…
The next day when Fang Yuhan woke up, the two A4 contracts had long been misplaced, later found suspiciously burned in the trash bin.
“Pitiful, just like me.”
Fang Yuhan grimaced as he sat on the sofa, seeing Qin Zhan’s notebook on the coffee table, he couldn’t help but want to play games.
He could only afford to play games with his fingers.
Qin Zhan had something to deal with at the company and would be gone for an hour, leaving his computer still on the work page. Fang Yuhan called to ask if he could play.
His own laptop was still in the luggage, and he couldn’t bring himself to fetch it.
“It’s okay,” Qin Zhan replied, asking if he was feeling uncomfortable.
“It’s fine,” Fang Yuhan, with a thin face, saved the document for him, but found a familiar picture on the desktop when he was about to exit.
The small picture looked a lot like a ski resort.
Almost involuntarily, Fang Yuhan clicked on the large image, only to find photos of him and Lu Lixuan playing around.
No wonder Qin Zhan had been wearing the “green hat” for so long, this time his reaction was huge.
But that wasn’t the point, the point was… Qin Zhan had someone follow him?
Fang Yuhan went back to his parents’ home in a huff.
Qin Zhan: …
His wife really let go as soon as he left.