Chapter 22: He’s So Cute
“Have you eaten at the restaurant on the 100th floor?”
“No, but I worked there part-time.”
“Then I’ll take you to the restaurant on the 120th floor for supper, and then to the cinema on the 150th floor for a movie.”
“No need…” Although he really wanted to try what it felt like to look down from such a high floor.
“Let’s go look at clothes first.” Cheng Xun seemed unable to hear Qi En’s refusal.
Qi En looked at his own outfit and said, “No need, I have clothes.”
There were so many people here, and they were all dressed expensively and beautifully. Qi En felt like a dusty little chick that had stumbled in by mistake, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Especially being held by the hand by Cheng Xun; he resisted even more.
He wanted to pull his hand out, but he didn’t know why Cheng Xun was holding it so tightly now.
Qi En could only grab Cheng Xun’s fingers, trying to pry them open one by one.
Cheng Xun asked with a face full of concern, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like this place?”
“I don’t want to buy clothes. I want to go back.”
“But you promised me just now to accompany me for a stroll.”
Qi En didn’t remember promising to stroll with Cheng Xun.
He originally said he wanted to stroll around by himself, right?
“I’m a little dizzy, maybe drank too much…” Cheng Xun said with a frown.
Qi En’s eyes lit up.
Finally starting to feel uncomfortable?
He felt the opportunity was coming.
“Then shall I help you home to rest?” Qi En stopped struggling and asked.
“But my parents won’t let me drink. If they see me drinking, they’ll beat me to death, sigh.”
“Ah? You’re such a big person, yet you’re still managed by your mom and dad?” Qi En’s attention was instantly diverted, no longer obsessing over whether to return or stay.
“Yes, sigh…” Cheng Xun sighed, his body not standing as straight, looking as if he were truly tired.
Qi En really wanted to seize this great assassination opportunity. Not very good at lying, he appeared a bit green and humorous, “Then, then you sober up?”
“Then can you stay here with me while I sober up?”
“Ah, sure… but how to sober up? Do you want to take medicine? I’ll go buy medicine for you…?” Mentioning “medicine,” Qi En lacked confidence, his voice hollow.
“My way of sobering up is shopping.” Cheng Xun said.
Qi En didn’t quite believe it. “You’re lying, right?”
“Rich people’s way of sobering up is like this. If you don’t accompany me, I might not be able to stop myself from spending money on strangers. Last time I drank too much, I bought a house for a stranger.”
“Ah?” Qi En’s eyes suddenly rounded, like two glass marbles suddenly lit up, glistening with moisture.
“Yes, I have a photo of the property deed here.” Cheng Xun took out his phone, pressed it a few times, but the screen remained black. He said with some regret, “Pity the phone is out of battery, otherwise I could show you.”
Qi En was speechless.
He just stared at Cheng Xun, his eyelashes trembling gently like startled butterfly wings, along with a few strands of hair on his forehead.
Likes spending money on strangers…
The One Billion still doesn’t know his name, right?
So to the One Billion, is he also a stranger?
Qi En’s thoughts were written all over his face.
But Cheng Xun still had to pretend he saw nothing, begging Qi En to go shopping with him, kneeling to spend money on Qi En.
Arriving at a clothing store, Qi En was a little cramped, standing at the door daring not to go in.
Cheng Xun put his arm around Qi En’s shoulder and led him inside.
The shop assistant was about to step forward when Cheng Xun raised his hand to signal them to back off.
The assistant had to retreat silently.
Out of the corner of his eye, Qi En saw Cheng Xun leading him to a mirror.
“Do you dress like this every day?”
Qi En forgot his crampedness for a moment. Looking at Cheng Xun in the mirror, he said, “Yes, what’s wrong with me like this?”
Still a bit puffy with anger, as if someone stepped on his little chicken wings.
“The clothes don’t deserve you.”
“Ah…” Qi En’s anger dissipated before he could vent it.
Cheng Xun not only bought clothes for Qi En but also shoes and accessories.
Once these things were wrapped up, Qi En didn’t remember what they looked like.
He only remembered a set of clothes for forty thousand, a pair of shoes for fifty-five thousand, and a diamond bracelet for one hundred and twenty thousand.
Spending Cheng Xun’s money felt a little embarrassing, but on second thought, maybe Cheng Xun’s money was scraped from the common people.
Dai Mu said Cheng Xun was a bad person.
So he shouldn’t feel guilty; he should spend Cheng Xun’s money ruthlessly.
When Cheng Xun had no money and went bankrupt, Qi En would deliver the final blow when Cheng Xun fell into the abyss.
On the elevator.
Cheng Xun: “Need me to help you carry them?”
Qi En carried three big bags, looking at him through the reflective elevator doors. “No need.”
After speaking, he felt it was too dry, so he added, “Thank you, Gege.”
Cheng Xun in the reflection of the elevator door seemed to smile.
Qi En leaned forward slightly, wanting to see more clearly, when Cheng Xun suddenly said again, “Remember you mistook me for a scalper before, and what else, a male model?”
Qi En lowered his head, not looking at him anymore.
His voice was very small: “Not anymore.”
“Then what am I now?”
Qi En thought about how to say it without offending anyone. After thinking for a while, he said, “A rich boss, a person with strange habits after getting drunk.”
“Then my impression with you is still not very good.”
“Not really…” Qi En said this sentence with no sincerity.
Qi En didn’t eat dinner, so he ate this meal very quickly.
Sated, he rubbed his slightly protruding belly in circles, looking down and pulling his shirt hem forward.
Cheng Xun glanced at it and withdrew his gaze, the look in his eyes somewhat ambiguous.
“Watch a movie? Or go for a walk to digest?”
Qi En rubbed his stomach, saying slowly, “Have you sobered up?”
Qi En thought Cheng Xun suggested it because he needed to sober up.
“Should be almost sober.” Cheng Xun said.
Qi En sat up straight at once. “Then, then let’s go back to sleep.”
Cheng Xun didn’t speak, nor did he have any expression, making Qi En a little flustered.
Did Cheng Xun sober up and start regretting spending money on him?
But it was Cheng Xun who insisted on spending money on him.
“Don’t put on that expression, as if I did something wrong…”
Qi En spoke very quietly.
“What?” Cheng Xun asked again.
“Nothing.” Qi En stood up, ignoring the shopping bags on the chair. He grabbed his shirt hem and looked at Cheng Xun, saying, “Aren’t you sober now?” However, his eyes didn’t stay on Cheng Xun for a moment before sliding away.
“Your parents won’t scold you anymore when you go home, but if you go back late, they will scold you again…”
“The smell of alcohol on you is a bit heavy. If you’re afraid of being discovered by them, go to the boutique downstairs and pick a tester perfume to spray…”
Cheng Xun: “…”
Why stop looking at him after saying two sentences? Does he look scary?
Qi En pointed to the shopping bags on the chair. “Take those things back… I don’t want them.”
“Those were bought for you. Take them.”
“Are they really for me?”
“Really.”
“Weren’t they bought to sober up?”
“No… they were bought to sober up, but they are indeed for you.”
“Is it because my own clothes look too ugly, making you unable to stand it?” Qi En asked sincerely.
He didn’t realize at all that this question was inappropriate for the situation.
That was because when he searched Cheng Xun’s name online, he saw the words “Lookism.”
That post also said Cheng Xun had good taste and knew how to dress.
But Qi En didn’t see where Cheng Xun knew how.
Some also said Cheng Xun had sex addiction.
But Qi En also scrolled to a rebuttal regarding this “debate,” which read:
Sex addiction is a standard feature for all domineering CEO personas, a setting added only in novels and TV dramas to enhance the contrast of the character. It rarely happens in reality.
“What are you thinking?” Cheng Xun had stood up from his seat, actively taking the shopping bags.
At this moment, Cheng Xun was standing beside Qi En, observing him.
Qi En snapped back to reality. “Nothing.”
“I’ll send you back. Is it still the previous address?”
Qi En hurriedly refused. “No need, I might stay here for a few days.”
“This is different from what you said just now.”
“Is it…”
Qi En remembered. At the construction site, he said he wanted to return to Zone B.
Qi En: “Because it’s too late, it’s hard to get a taxi.”
“Is the hotel booked?”
“Booked. My friend booked it for me.” Qi En emphasized this sentence specifically, as if refuting Cheng Xun’s earlier rude remarks.
Cheng Xun showed nothing, seeming unable to hear the implication in Qi En’s words. “Good.”
Qi En called a car, but didn’t go directly to Jinhua Apartment. Instead, he set the destination to a high-end hotel near Jinhua Apartment.
This was also learned in the hitman training course. High-end hotels generally have good privacy, making it hard for others to investigate.
Even if Cheng Xun went to that hotel to check on him, even if no check-in record was found, it could be attributed to the hotel’s good confidentiality measures.
Before getting in the car, Qi En turned back and said “Thank you, Gege” to Cheng Xun who accompanied him to wait for the car.
These four words were almost worn out by Qi En, yet Cheng Xun seemed never to tire of hearing them.
He opened the car door and asked, “Got any candy left?”
Qi En froze for a moment. The “Ah” stuck in his throat turned into a small gasp.
Realizing Cheng Xun meant normal candy, Qi En breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said, “No.”
Afraid Cheng Xun wouldn’t believe it, he even turned out the pockets of his clothes and pants.
Look, I have nothing.
Not even a weapon.
Please don’t suspect I’m a bad person.
There are rarely good people as simple and kind as me in the world.
The subtext of Qi En’s actions was as above.
Cheng Xun only felt Qi En was cute. If he didn’t have it, he didn’t have it. Afraid he wouldn’t believe it, he even turned all the pockets on his body inside out.
If he really wanted to prove there was no candy on his body, he should have turned the inside out to show too.
Cheng Xun let out a light chuckle, but the corners of his mouth didn’t rise. “Okay, see you next time.”
“S-see you next time.” Qi En quickly drilled into the car.
After closing the door, borrowing the opaque window, he boldly looked at Cheng Xun outside.
Cheng Xun had both hands in his pockets, cuffs loosely folded at the wrists, the fabric hanging down with his arms.
He stood there,漫不经心 (carefree/nonchalant), neither seeming to wait for anyone nor in a rush to leave, letting the breeze mess up his hair. His gaze was lowered. Unlike his indifferent and distant demeanor, that look was focused and gentle.
Just then, the driver asked for the last digits of Qi En’s phone number. Using the pretext of reporting the number, he avoided that focused expression.
He really provoked someone incredible.
After the car drove away, Cheng Xun made a call.
Not long after, a black car stopped in front of him.
The driver’s window rolled down slowly, revealing General Assistant Chen’s face.
“President Cheng, President Huang and the others have been sent back safely.”
“Good.” Cheng Xun took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm. “Check someone for me.”
“Who are Qi En’s close friends?”
General Assistant Chen: “Is this one person?”
Cheng Xun: “Maybe, maybe not.”
General Assistant Chen: “…Okay.”
He pushed his glasses. “By the way, President Cheng, regarding the custom ring you asked me to pick up last time…”
Before he could finish, he felt Cheng Xun’s suddenly sharp gaze.
General Assistant Chen swallowed. “I saw an identical style on a second-hand platform. I contacted the seller, but they haven’t replied yet. I checked the other party’s qualifications; it’s a new account.”
“So I suspect it’s a fake made by the custom manufacturer.”
“The reason he dared to sell it openly might be because he thought you wouldn’t use a second-hand platform, Boss.”
Cheng Xun: “Fake?”
General Assistant Chen pushed his glasses again: “Yes.”
“I looked at the seller’s personal homepage. The other few items… Boss, do they look familiar to you?”
“Ring, umbrella, and many things you carefully selected, President Cheng…”
Sensing Cheng Xun’s mood was wrong, General Assistant Chen stopped talking, making his point and leaving it at that.
At that time, when the things were all ready, it was General Assistant Chen who packed them, so naturally, he knew these things were all gifts.
It’s just that the person who personally gave the things wasn’t him.
The person President Cheng personally gave things to must be very important.
But…
General Assistant Chen glanced at the item list on the phone and sighed.
Is the boss about to experience heartbreak too?
Cheng Xun suddenly blurted out: “Did he encounter danger, and all his things were robbed?”
“Is that so? Need me to investigate?”
“He doesn’t work as a streamer, but comes out to work odd jobs instead. His own belongings were all seized, and the person who seized his things sold them for money…”
Cheng Xun muttered to himself.
General Assistant Chen: “…”
“Yongze.”
“Here.”
The boss actually called him by his given name.
It seemed the boss must be very angry.
“Forward that person’s homepage to me. You keep watching him on your end, see what further moves he makes.”
“Okay.”
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