Mr. Dior Chapter 7 Part1

BOOK I: The President’s Million Dollar Bride_Chapter 7.1

The highlight of tonight’s performance has not yet begun. On the stage, a rock singer is currently performing to warm up the atmosphere.

At the moment, the nocturnal people have not yet arrived but the drunk office workers were already staggering to their seats. The business people in suits took off their upper outer garment (i.e. a blazer or coat), rolled up the sleeves of their polo s.h.i.+rts, and meticulously combed their hair with both of their hands. At once, they transformed into a wild and frivolous customer.

The young pole dancer who’s wearing clothes that’s barely covering her body was about to enter the stage when she suddenly spotted Jiao Qi. She pouted her lips and threw him a kiss.

The young and handsome President Jiao, at this moment, is unable to respond to the girl’s enthusiasm. His face is as cold as a block of ice. He raised his hand and asked his smart brain, “How many times did Zhangda Diao not return home before 10 o’clock this year?”

The smart brain quickly searched its own information database. The records that the owner thought was “insignificant” were kept for only one month.

【 On the 3rd of last month, he was playing golf with a client and returned home at 11:32 in the evening. On the 16th of last month, he played games with President w.a.n.g and returned home in the wee hours. On the 28th of last month, he went to the hilltop at night to see the aurora[1] … 】

{T/N: [1] aurora – Sometimes referred to as polar lights, the northern lights (Aurora Borealis) or southern lights (Aurora Australis), is a natural light display in the Earth’s sky and predominantly seen in the high-lat.i.tude regions like around the Arctic and Antarctic.}

Jiao Qi unexpectedly discovered that for a long time, he hadn't even cared about the places where Zhangda Diao went. He was also very busy and often went home late, so it’s just natural that Zhangda Diao was the same as himself. Whenever his husband informs him that he will be attending a social dinner, he will just casually respond without even listening carefully to the reasons he gave him, in which some of them turned out to be fabricated.

He thought so because a lot of his reasons were shoddy. For example, who would play golf in the middle of the night? And from which hilltop can you see the aurora in China?

In their seven years of marriage, Jiao Qi’s heart had always felt warm but suddenly, this heart of his fell to the ice cave and it felt extremely painful.

“Call a few beautiful ones over.” Zhang Chenfei’s voice loudly commanded but his sight, all throughout, stayed on his lovely little wife's pale face. He raised his hand and took him into his arms. “Why, are you scared?” he asked while inserting his hand inside Jiao Qi’s s.h.i.+rt.

“President Zhang, you came.”

“I haven’t seen you for days.”

Two well-dressed enchanting boys came over carrying liquor in their hands, and the pair of big eyes with thick eyeliners flashed at Zhang Chenfei, clearly seducing him. The smell of inferior perfume a.s.sailed Jiao Qi’s nostrils and caused him to sneeze repeatedly.

"Don’t touch me!" Jiao Qi pinched the warm hand inside his s.h.i.+rt and pulled it out. Thinking that those hands had touched those boys who were selling liquor, he felt a burst of nausea.

Zhang Chenfei stubbornly wanted to tease him some more, so he tightly embraced him in his arms and with a grin, he said, “You are my wife. If I do not touch you, who will I touch then? Oh, do not forget. You are to pay for your father’s debt. If you are not obedient, be careful that … ”

He was not able to finish speaking as he discovered that his lovely little wife’s eyes had turned really red. This caused him to immediately choke. For no reason at all, his heart tightened in pain, and instinctively, he somewhat panicked.

“Why are you crying? Didn’t gege (older brother) already stopped teasing you?” Zhang Chenfei softly whispered, and tried to kiss his face, but he was firmly pushed away by Jiao Qi.

“Yo! Zhang Ge (elder brother), how come you changed to eating meat today?” A well-dressed man embracing a woman in a red dress swayed over and smiled. “Aren’t you afraid of your home’s lovely little wife?”

“What lovely little wife?” The woman in red dress curiously asked.

“Sweetie, you’re a newcomer and you don’t know that this President Zhang has always been famous for being afraid of his wife. Whenever he comes here to play, he never let ‘Wine Princess’ to come close to his body because he said that his laopo (wife) can smell perfume, haha haha … Huh!”

The man’s laugh abruptly stopped halfway. He became frightened when he saw the beauty in President Zhang’s bosom and exclaimed, “Sis… Sister… Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law!”

The smell of perfume?

Jiao Qi was startled and carefully recalled that each time Zhang Chenfei returned home, he was indeed covered by various kinds smell from the outside such as sweat, wine, seawater, and gra.s.s, but there was never a smell of others’ perfume.

Slowly leaning back to his lao gong’s bosom, he was immediately surrounded by a faint fragrance of wood and leather. It was the smell of the perfume he gave to Zhangda Diao which is Hermes Earth, the perfume designed for a mature and stable man.

Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows and said, “President w.a.n.g is quite skillful.”

This President w.a.n.g is the little companion who Zhang Chenfei always mentions. In those legends, he accompanied him in the middle of the night to soak in the internet cafe and to look at the aurora on the hilltop.

“Ah-haha…” President w.a.n.g smiled unnaturally.

Zhang Chenfei looked at the interaction between the two people with indifference. The arm around his lovely little wife suddenly tightened and said, “Sure enough, you really colluded with w.a.n.g-s.h.i.+!”

“Ha?” Jiao Qi somewhat cannot keep up with his lao gong’s train of thought.

“The day had become cold and it’s time for w.a.n.g-s.h.i.+ to go bankrupt.” The president unhurriedly took a sip of his wine, and spoke in a matchless ice-cold tone.

“Huh? Wha… What?!” President w.a.n.g, who was implicated into something by merely being there, was struck dumb.