Ever since Qian Xiaoke started dating Jiang Tongyan, their sense of shame seemed to be completely eaten by dogs. They were sticky and cloying, utterly shameless, and the things they said when chatting were frankly unbearable to hear. To avoid any ‘accidents’, Qian Xiaoke had sternly ordered Jiang Tongyan not to talk to him at the company. But rules were rules, and outstanding young people of the modern age had never been known for obeying them. Jiang Tongyan went to the company after having sex at home. Whenever he had nothing to do and passed by Qian Xiaoke’s front desk, he did not care whether there were people around and would openly throw him flirtatious looks. They had only been dating for half a month, yet rumours were already spreading like wildfire. For example: the newly arrived Chairman Jiang seemed to flirt with Qian Xiaoke every single day, but their Xiaoke did not fall for it at all—his heart belonged solely to work! For example: the newly arrived Chairman Jiang seemed to be trying to have a hidden relationship with Qian Xiaoke, but their Xiaoke had principles and had never agreed! And another example: the newly arrived Chairman Jiang seemed so hungry for Qian Xiaoke’s body that he could hardly contain himself, even wanting to transfer Xiaoke upstairs to be a front-desk receptionist there—and this time, Xiaoke had agreed! Qian Xiaoke was someone who was very slow on the uptake in this regard, and it was not really his fault. When people gossiped about him, they were definitely going to avoid the person involved. By the time Qian Xiaoke had muddleheadedly become the centre of company gossip, he himself still knew nothing about it. He continued to bounce around every day, dutiful and devoted to his post. When Cheng Sen told him that after New Year’s Day, he would be going upstairs to work, he pretended to be coy and shot a few reproachful looks at Jiang Tongyan for abusing public power for private gain, then happily agreed. When no one else was around, Qian Xiaoke and Jiang Tongyan stood in the pantry, each holding a small teacup as they filled it with water to drink. Qian Xiaoke wanted to laugh, but still had to put on a reluctantly troubled expression. “How can you be like this? You can’t do this anymore. It really puts me in a difficult position.” Jiang Tongyan laughed at him. “What’s so difficult for you?” Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips, then glanced around furtively to make sure no one else was nearby before answering him. “Wanting to have sex with you in your office but not being able to—that’s what’s difficult for me!” Jiang Tongyan had finally realized that Qian Xiaoke was not pure at all. If anyone ever said Qian Xiaoke was pure again, he would kill them on the spot. That said, he liked Qian Xiaoke exactly like this. No, that was not quite right. To be precise, no matter what kind of Qian Xiaoke he was, Jiang Tongyan liked him so much it was practically life or death. Pathetic. He did not look anything like a domineering CEO at all. “No need to feel conflicted,” Jiang Tongyan deliberately teased him. “I absolutely won’t have sex with you in the office.” As soon as Qian Xiaoke heard that, he was unhappy. He rolled his eyes, turned around, and left, and did not pay any attention to Jiang Tongyan all the way until they got home after work. Qian Xiaoke might be small, but his temper was not. Still, ‘throwing a tantrum’ was one thing. After getting home, Qian Xiaoke changed clothes and went straight into the kitchen, opened the cooking app, and tied on an apron printed with Sailor Moon. Jiang Tongyan sidled over. “Baby.” Qian Xiaoke snorted. “Hmph!” Jiang Tongyan smiled ingratiatingly. “Bao-bao.” Qian Xiaoke snorted again. “Hmph!” Jiang Tongyan went straight over, wrapped his arms around him, and shook him. “Wife, wife, wife, can I have a kiss, mwah mwah mwah.” Qian Xiaoke got goosebumps all over from how cheesy it was. “What are you doing?” Qian Xiaoke pushed him away. “Are you crazy?” “Cheng Sen taught me,” Jiang Tongyan said very seriously. “This afternoon I told him I would made you angry, and he said comforting someone like this works amazingly well.” Qian Xiaoke rolled his eyes and pushed the person clinging to him again. “Stop learning this stuff!” “It’s so cheesy it can kill people,” Qian Xiaoke said. Even though Qian Xiaoke himself was a little monster who went crazy saying cheesy things once he was in love, he really could not stand Jiang Tongyan being like this—so tacky and so stupid. Absolutely not acceptable. “So you’re not angry anymore?” Jiang Tongyan asked. Qian Xiaoke curled his lips, muttering while preparing the ingredients. “Actually, I wasn’t angry to begin with.” He had just been deliberately messing with him. Commonly known as throwing a tantrum for no reason. It could also be called having nothing better to do. “Not angry?” Jiang Tongyan poked his butt cheek. “Doesn’t seem like it. When I wanted to walk home with you after work, you didn’t even acknowledge me.” Just because Qian Xiaoke ignored him, and because Jiang Tongyan could not bear to let Qian Xiaoke walk home alone, the end result was that the two of them ended up squeezing onto the subway again. On the subway, Jiang Tongyan kept edging closer to Qian Xiaoke. As it happened, there was a strange guy who insisted on wedging himself right between them, and from time to time he even sent covert flirtatious glances toward Jiang Tongyan. Of course, Jiang Tongyan did not receive any of those signals at all. His entire attention was fixed on Qian Xiaoke—he kept stretching his neck to look at him. However, that guy’s behavior did not escape Qian Xiaoke’s notice, and Qian Xiaoke muttered to himself: Stop dreaming—this man is my husband! Qian Xiaoke was the classic type who completely failed to perform in the heat of an argument and started to reflect after quarreling with others. So it was not until he and Jiang Tongyan had already exited the subway that he regretfully thought: back on the subway, he should have kissed Jiang Tongyan passionately right in front of that little vixen! Forget it. This time counted as that guy being lucky. If they ran into each other again on the subway, Qian Xiaoke would absolutely let him know what a French wet kiss was! That was what Qian Xiaoke thought. Whether he could actually do it was another matter—thinking it through felt great anyway. Jiang Tongyan rested his chin on Qian Xiaoke’s shoulder. “You were angry.” “I wasn’t,” Qian Xiaoke said, pouting as he started cooking. “I’m very understanding.” He really was quite understanding. Jiang Tongyan laughed. “Right. Not only are you understanding, but you also know how to add a little spice to life.” “Huh? What do you mean?” Qian Xiaoke did not understand at all, thinking: What spice did I add to life? “This right here is spice,” Jiang Tongyan said, and suddenly pulled Qian Xiaoke into his arms and kissed him hard. The big potato in Qian Xiaoke’s hand rolled straight onto the floor. The scene was extremely like an idol drama. Though in the dramas, typically the leads were not usually peeling potatoes at moments like this. What they held were rosy little apples. Held in Jiang Tongyan’s arms and kissed until he felt light-headed, Qian Xiaoke lost all other thoughts. He realised that he was really far too easy to subdue. One good meal. A few sweet words. A kiss. Or a completely shameless round of sex. When Jiang Tongyan finally let him go, Qian Xiaoke tilted up his small face and said, “I really wasn’t angry today. I was just messing with you.” “I could tell,” Jiang Tongyan said. Of course he could tell; he was not an idiot. If he really counted it up, the two of them had not known each other for very long. Excluding that period when they were ‘online hook-up buddies’, the time they had actually spent together was even shorter. But Jiang Tongyan felt that he had already seen Qian Xiaoke through. Qian Xiaoke was actually a very simple person—simple and optimistic. He did not overthink things, had no scheming thoughts, and although he could be a bit slow at times, he was not stupid. He was the adorably clumsy type. He did not easily get angry over a few joking words, not because Qian Xiaoke had an exceptionally good temper, but because he had a genuinely good nature. The most precious parts of his personality were probably his optimism, positivity, and kind sincerity. Jiang Tongyan both liked him and admired him deeply. Jiang Tongyan kissed his cheek. “If I couldn’t even tell what you’re thinking, I really wouldn’t be fit to be your husband.” Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips. Even as he did, there was a smile hidden in his eyes. “So annoying!” Qian Xiaoke reached out. “Go—pick up the potato for me. Wash it clean. Peel it.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” Jiang Tongyan briskly picked up the potato and went to the sink. As he washed it, he asked, “If you’re going to peel it anyway, why do you still need to wash it first?” “Because I’m a clean freak!” Jiang Tongyan laughed. “Alright, you really do pick things up fast when it comes to this stuff!” In a great mood thanks to his outstanding learning ability, Qian Xiaoke decided to add a little extra meat to Jiang Tongyan’s dinner that night. “Oh right, there’s something I want to ask you,” Qian Xiaoke said as he sliced the meat. “If one day I made you angry, how would I have to comfort you for you to stop being mad?” “Me? Angry?” Jiang Tongyan scoffed. “Am I an idiot? Why would I get mad at you?” That answer made Qian Xiaoke happy, but he still pressed on. “What if, though? Teach me in advance, so I don’t panic when it happens.” Qian Xiaoke was very earnest. “You know my brain doesn’t work that well. I’m afraid I wouldn’t calm you down and would end up messing things up even more.” Jiang Tongyan glanced at him and smiled. “You really don’t need to worry about that. I’m not someone who likes to get angry in the first place.” He finished washing the potato and carefully began peeling it. “If something comes up between us, we can just talk it through properly,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Why insist on getting mad? Sulking doesn’t solve anything, and it hurts the relationship between the two of us.” Qian Xiaoke nodded in agreement. “I’m even more curious now.” “What are you curious about this time?” Jiang Tongyan said to him. “Read fewer web novels when you’ve got nothing to do. Those melodramatic tropes aren’t going to happen in our home. Don’t keep imagining things and adding extra drama for yourself.” “Hehehe,” Qian Xiaoke had been called out and lowered his head with an embarrassed smile. “They’re fun to read.” “Fun?” Jiang Tongyan looked completely baffled. “That day, I just went to the bathroom for a moment. When I came out, you were holding your phone, crying over a novel like your husband had died. You scared me so badly I almost knelt down on the spot. And you’re telling me that’s fun?” Qian Xiaoke pressed his lips together and smiled. “Hey! Don’t change the subject!” He looked at Jiang Tongyan and nudged his arm with his elbow. “How about you tell me what situation would actually make you angry? I’ll behave myself and avoid stepping on your landmines.” Jiang Tongyan blurted out instinctively, “No matter what you do to me, I wouldn’t get angry with you.” But after saying it, he felt the answer might be a little careless. He thought about it seriously and suddenly straightened his expression. “There really is one,” Jiang Tongyan said, suddenly turning serious. “What?” Qian Xiaoke perked up. “Tell me.” As he continued peeling the potato, Jiang Tongyan said very earnestly, “If you stopped loving me, I would be very angry.” Qian Xiaoke froze. He had not expected Jiang Tongyan to say that. “But I guess it wouldn’t really be anger at you,” Jiang Tongyan continued, keeping his head down as he peeled. “I would probably be more angry at myself.” “Wh… why?” Qian Xiaoke’s voice was soft and careful, as though he were holding Jiang Tongyan’s heart in his hands, afraid of startling it or dropping it. Jiang Tongyan thought for a moment and curled his lips. “Do we really have to take the sentimental route?” “Yeah, stir it up a little. Go on, I want to hear it.” Jiang Tongyan accepted the order and obediently went full sentimental. “Because I would feel that if one day you stopped loving me, it would have to be because I hadn’t done well enough—because I hadn’t made you feel my love, and that was why you wanted to leave me.” Jiang Tongyan pursed his lips. “I have to eliminate the possibility of that ever happening.” He looked at Qian Xiaoke. “Wife, come here and give me a kiss. Right now, immediately—feel your husband’s blazing love for you!” Qian Xiaoke laughed, put down the knife, and pounced on Jiang Tongyan. The two of them stopped cooking altogether and kissed in the kitchen, sticky-sweet and shamelessly affectionate. When Jiang Tongyan said those words earlier, he had deliberately used a joking tone, but Qian Xiaoke knew that he was being completely serious. This version of Jiang Tongyan made it impossible for Qian Xiaoke not to love him. Qian Xiaoke even felt that while Jiang Tongyan was speaking, he could see his heart beating, and right in the centre of that heart were three words written clearly—Qian Xiaoke. He was deeply moved. As Qian Xiaoke kissed Jiang Tongyan, he decided that later he would have another commemorative banner custom-made for him. This time it would read: China’s Most Touching Boyfriend — The Peerless Mighty Top, Jiang Tongyan!
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