Mr. Dior Chapter 14 Part2

BOOK II: The Subst.i.tute Lover of the Rich and Powerful Boss_Chapter 7.2

Not only was the secret that he has meticulously hidden for so many years already out in the open but also, he brought Jiao Qi with him to meet his senior high school brothers. Don't know what those three b.a.s.t.a.r.ds said to Yanyan, but he probably already knew that he used to be a delinquent. The feeling is the same like parading his bottom half naked on the streets. Just this thought alone makes him feel like he'd crumble down right at this very moment.

Upon returning to the villa, Zhang Chenfei felt downcast. The exemplary president had even forgotten about his stained clothes, and like a withered scallion, he sits on the sofa with his head hanging low.

Jiao Qi sat down on the single sofa which is diagonally opposite Zhang Chenfei. He rested his hand on the armchair and then looked at him as he asked, “Tell me, who is the White Moonlight in your heart?”

“Didn't I already tell you?”

“That is, of course, the script of Mr. Dior Zhang. Not yours, Zhang… Chenfei…” Jiao Qi squeezed out that last name in between that gap of his teeth.

Hearing his name, the president suddenly raised his head and his eyes met with his lovely little wife's cold pupils. At this moment, the despondent Zhang Chenfei has finally thrown everything into the back of his head and thought to himself repeatedly: Finished! Finished! Finished!

His wife had already realized that he had reverted to his original self. However, Zhang Chenfei still acted shamelessly and took advantage of the situation. “You also said it. It's the script of Dior Zhang, that…”

“I remember you mentioned that there was a person you like when you were attending school. You never said who that person is. When you are Dior Zhang, do you mix up my former name with that person?” During this interrogation, Jiao Qi's cold face a.s.sumed an att.i.tude of having a ‘good chat' with a close friend.

If he hadn't looked inside the bas.e.m.e.nt on impulse, he might have probably pulled Zhangda Diao away, at this time, to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce him.

“Hey! It's not…” How did things turn out this way?

“You also said that your White Moonlight was not unrestrained in bed, huh? I have always had this style in bed since the beginning. So, who are you sleeping with?”

“I am not! I didn't!”

The president, who was unable to clearly explain himself, was thrown away into the guest room to sleep. Holding the pillow and standing pitifully in front of the master bedroom's door, Mr. Zhang continues to knock. “Baby, you listen to me okay?”

There were no signs of movement inside the room. No matter what he said, his wife did not open the door. Therefore, Zhang Chenfei had to go down to the guest room with a dejected expression. It was still a few days ago that he had told the butler to tidy it up, and now, it just came in handy.

“What are you looking at? Haven't seen someone being thrown out by his wife?!” His imposing eyes swept over the servants who sneaked a glance from the corner, and everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Lying down on the ice-cold bed of the guest room, Zhang Chenfei was recalling the miserable first half of his life — from the pain of his mother's death to him pa.s.sing the university exam at Q. His happiness was short-lived at that time because he heard that Yanyan went to study abroad and thus, became depressed for a while. Traveling down the memory lane, he also recalled how anxious he was when he learned that Jiao Yan was forced by his family to go on blind dates, and then things happened. Finally, his reminiscing reached back to this evening when they ate skewers…

Skewers!

Immediately squatting up, Zhang Chenfei slapped his head as he remembered something important. Then, he hurried to the kitchen, and took a bowl of clear noodle soup.

“Yanyan, come out and eat this bowl of noodles then you can go back to sleep. If you don't eat tonight, you'll have stomachache tomorrow.” He kept on knocking on the door of the master bedroom but there was no reaction inside.

In the end, Zhang Chenfei could only sigh and say, “Eat the noodles first and then I'll tell you who that person is.”

A few minutes later, the Jiao Qi in his pajamas sat at the dinner table, eating the clear noodle soup that his husband cooked.

Zhang Chenfei went to the bas.e.m.e.nt and took the photo alb.u.m with the cartoon cover. He was so embarra.s.sed to hand it over to Jiao Qi. He looked like a primary school student who scored zero in his exam and waiting for his parents to sign.

Jiao Qi looked at his lao gong whose ears turned red, and suddenly he felt distressed. His husband is still sick and he still had to be angry with him.

“I have never gone to bed with others. That was just talking at random while following the script. When we just started going out together, you were very reserved for a little while. But as time pa.s.sed by, every time we make love, I feel like bathing in ecstasy… I really like how proactive you are in bed, heh-heh…”

Jiao Qi: “…”

I really should've given him a good beating!

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