My Boss Always Flirts With Me - Chapter 28
Chapter 28: A Mark
Fang Ci felt like he had been soaking in a hot spring for half the night before his consciousness slowly returned.
He was leaning on He Chi’s shoulder, with He Chi’s arm around his waist. It was a perfectly fitting position, and he could see He Chi’s jawline and even his eyelashes with just a slight lift of his head.
The body’s memory overlapped with that of a month ago. At that time, his department attended a brand event with the CEO’s office. He got drunk that night and stumbled, knocking on the wrong door. His vision was misty, and he could only see a general outline. When the door opened, he fell right into He Chi’s arms.
He didn’t remember much of what happened after that, and when he woke up the next day, he only felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Yesterday’s He Chi was clearly more gentle and patient than that night, even slow and deliberate in a way that was infuriating. The reasons he gave were incredibly embarrassing.
They made him want to just evaporate on the spot.
“Relax. You’re too tight. You’ll get hurt.”
Fang Ci covered his face and thought, I should just drink next time. Being too sober wasn’t a good thing; the sensations were too intense.
It wasn’t his fault for being nervous. He couldn’t have imagined that a sober He Chi would be like this. He wouldn’t let him turn off the lights and insisted on looking at his face. If Fang Ci even turned his head a little, He Chi would hold his chin and turn it back.
He kissed everything, making Fang Ci lose control several times.
Of course, he admitted that He Chi’s sexiness was the main culprit. Every inch of muscle beneath his suit perfectly matched Fang Ci’s aesthetic. He Chi had a cool, pale complexion, but when he exerted himself, a flushed color would show through. The coexistence of cold and hot was especially alluring.
He couldn’t help but kiss his Adam’s apple.
The sheets and blankets were a mess. Fang Ci didn’t remember when he fell asleep. His last memory was at the peak of his excitement, with He Chi holding a certain part of him, as if he had a snake by the throat, and saying:
“Call me Teacher He.”
Fang Ci called him that in a rush, tears welling up in his eyes, before He Chi finally stopped.
Now his waist was a little sore, and his lower body felt exhausted. Fang Ci grabbed the blanket, silently complaining, It’s all Teacher He’s fault!
He turned his head and gave him a silent glare, but it had no power. Fine, I admit I enjoyed it yesterday.
After lying in He Chi’s arms for a while longer, he suddenly opened his eyes and remembered something:
When they went to the supermarket yesterday, they hadn’t bought any supplies. So where did those things come from? Did they just appear out of nowhere?
Or did he have them before?
How long ago?
The more he thought, the more curious he got. As if to prove something, he quietly lifted himself up, moving very slightly to reach for the drawer under the bedside lamp.
He had never opened the drawer on this side of the bed before, but yesterday’s little bags were all taken from there.
He lightened his movements and opened the drawer a crack.
The faint light from outside the window was just enough to illuminate this angle. He opened his eyes wide to peek inside. Sure enough, more than half of the drawer was filled with bottles and boxes.
Ah, this… This didn’t fit the image of his boss at all. He was stunned.
Because he was doing something sneaky, he quickly pushed the drawer shut. But he used too much force and lost his balance, “plop,” he fell into He Chi’s arms. His forehead almost hit He Chi’s chin. Fortunately, He Chi woke up quickly and reacted even faster, holding him by the waist.
Neither of them was wearing a shirt. Their palms were pressed directly against each other’s skin, almost igniting the flames again.
Fang Ci scrambled to the side, wrapping himself in the blanket, his words tumbling out. “M-m-morning.”
He Chi, still groggy from sleep, “mm”-ed and took a few seconds to regain his bearings before asking, “What were you doing just now?”
Fang Ci said, “I was just… taking a look.”
He couldn’t very well say, Boss, I’m very suspicious of you, nor could he ask him when he had prepared so many things. He still had some dignity and couldn’t bring himself to ask.
He Chi, however, took the initiative to ask him, “Did you see it clearly?”
Fang Ci nodded, then shook his head. As he was lost in thought and his mind was wandering, his head was suddenly patted.
He heard He Chi’s voice: “I bought it a month ago.”
After saying that, He Chi got up, leaving Fang Ci alone and bewildered, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Huh, what month… Wait, isn’t that a little over a month ago when we signed the marriage agreement?
Fang Ci’s eyes widened, staring at He Chi’s back. ?!
What’s going on? I think I’ve just uncovered something huge.
He Chi, however, didn’t seem to think it was surprising. He just started getting dressed.
Fang Ci paused for two seconds and then shrank back into the blanket. It was a little sweet and very unbelievable, giving him a surreal feeling. His mood was so complicated right now.
The rustling sounds from He Chi’s dressing stirred his nerves. He took a moment to process it on his own before looking back at He Chi. He saw that he had already put on his pants and was looking for a shirt.
“The black shirt on the far left is clean. I washed it the day before yesterday,” Fang Ci reminded him.
He Chi’s wardrobe was very uniform in color, almost all black. Even his T-shirts were black, only the patterns were different. Some had golden cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and some had a subtle pattern on the collar. In short, they all looked similar at first glance but were actually different.
Just like the feeling He Chi gave him.
He lay on his side, his mind racing, and his eyes weren’t idle either.
He Chi was putting on his shirt. His smooth back was covered, his waist was taut and strong, and even his V-lines were clearly visible. They were both men, but Fang Ci didn’t have a body as perfect as his.
As he was admiring it, his gaze was drawn to a mark on He Chi’s waist.
It was a very deep scar, hidden beneath his waistline and normally unnoticeable. Its color was close to his skin tone, but the mark was obvious. He vaguely remembered touching this spot yesterday. It felt a little uneven, but he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Now that he saw it, he was surprised.
He stared for so long that He Chi couldn’t ignore it. He turned his head and saw that Fang Ci’s eyes were wide open, his fluffy eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if he were lost in thought.
He Chi followed his gaze to his shirt front. “Is something wrong with the shirt?”
Fang Ci snapped out of his trance.
The remaining morning romance was diluted. He hesitated and asked, “There’s a scar on your waist. Where did you get it?”
He Chi didn’t hide it. “I fell off a motorcycle in middle school.”
This answer was beyond his imagination. Fang Ci was stunned.
“I didn’t ride steadily in the rain and fell when I was turning.”
Fang Ci had never ridden a motorcycle, but he had a college classmate who liked them. Riding away with a roar was indeed very cool, but also very dangerous. He asked, “Did it hurt?”
He Chi said, “I’ve forgotten. I was young back then. I passed out and woke up in the hospital.”
Fang Ci frowned. A severe traffic accident could be fatal. He must have passed out from the pain. “It must have hurt a lot.”
He Chi understood his look of concern. His gaze softened, and he heard Fang Ci say, “You still shouldn’t ride one. And you shouldn’t teach me, either.”
He Chi nodded. “Okay.” He had stopped riding motorcycles a long time ago.
Getting injured wasn’t a pleasant memory after all. Fang Ci switched to a lighter tone and added, “But the title of ‘Teacher He’ can be kept. I’ll learn something else.”
He Chi said, “Mm. I’ll teach you something else.”
It was a very normal conversation, but Fang Ci froze for a few seconds. The dam of romance was suddenly pried open. His face turned red again.
Fang Ci, get a hold of yourself! Stop it!
…
The Aftermath
They were late again today. Fang Ci felt like he was a bad influence, dragging his boss into a life of crime. He Chi was a man who used to get to work very early every day and even appeared at the company on weekends!
But He Chi didn’t seem to have any issues with it. It seemed that one of the benefits of treating marriage like a business was less indecision. Since both were important, he treated them with the same seriousness.
Yuan Cheng continued to submit the clock-in report for Fang Ci and asked with concern, “The AP project is busy lately. Are you not sleeping well?”
Fang Ci quickly waved his hands. “No, no.”
Yuan Cheng then said, “If you’re going to work overtime, it’s better to do it at the company. You can get paid overtime. If you go home to work overtime, it’s hard to calculate the hours. The manager of the department next door slept at the company for a while.”
Fang Ci was dumbfounded. “I know about the overtime pay, but do people really sleep at the company?”
Yuan Cheng: “We’re a startup, right? During the new product development phase, you have to put in some effort.”
Fang Ci laughed, wanting to avoid the topic. He quickly said, “It’s okay. I have compensatory leave.”
Yuan Cheng nodded.
However, as Fang Ci was leaving the door, he heard Yuan Cheng muttering to Shang Qu, “The sky is falling, Shang Assist. CEO He was late again today!”
He quickly ran away.
But what he never expected was that this small incident would cause a commotion in the group chat that afternoon.
It started when Xiao Zhu went to make copies. On her way back, she ran into He Chi coming out of his office. He was surrounded by people from the CEO’s office, and it looked like they were going to a meeting. The temperature inside the building was high, so He Chi wasn’t wearing his coat. He was just in a black shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms and two buttons undone. He looked sharp and suave.
Xiao Zhu couldn’t help but take a second look, and in those two looks, she discovered something very exciting.
[Oh my god, I know why CEO He was late today!] She typed furiously in the group chat.
Cheng Wen: [Why?]
Team member A: [Same!]
Xiao Zhu: [Did you guys notice CEO He’s neck?]
Cheng Wen: [? Why were you looking there?]
Xiao Zhu: [I wasn’t! Oh, I’m so anxious! Didn’t you guys see it? It was red, a mark, on his Adam’s apple. It was super obvious!]
Cheng Wen: [Just say it already…]
Xiao Zhu sent a “going crazy” emoji: [CEO He has a hickey on his Adam’s apple.]
The group chat exploded. The messages came pouring in like a tidal wave. Even the lurkers came out to gossip. [Really?]
Xiao Zhu said: [Is CEO He only in one meeting today?]
Cheng Wen: [Yeah, I heard Yuan Assist mention it.]
Xiao Zhu: [No wonder you didn’t see it. It’s so noticeable. Oh my god, that’s our divine CEO!]
The group was unusually lively. After the gossip, they started to draw conclusions: [I heard CEO He dotes on his spouse. I didn’t believe it before.]
[+10086. I didn’t believe it either. I thought CEO He was frigid or something.]
[Right, right. Just like in the movies: ‘Sorry, I have to work. Don’t bother me. What is love?'”]
[Hahaha, I’m dying. Do you guys remember the post on the forum called ‘Is CEO He an AI?’. I burst out laughing when I read it.]
[I remember. It was popular for a while. If it could trend on social media, our company’s stock price would soar!]
Xiao Zhu: [Sigh, I’m so jealous of CEO He. Even an AI has a hickey, but I don’t even have a boyfriend.]
[I don’t know who to be jealous of.]
[But, still, I’m so curious about CEO He’s spouse! Please, please, I hope to see them at the company someday!]
[+10086. Me too.] This one was from Yuan Cheng.
Fang Ci had been in a two-hour meeting with the media department to finalize the guest list, so he missed the messages in the group. By the time he came back, the conversation had already moved on to what to eat for dinner.
He, of course, was completely unaware of these “discussions about CEO He’s spouse.”
It wasn’t until the evening when he received a screenshot from the anonymous forum from Xiao Zhu that he found out what had happened during the day.
Someone had posted a thread called “Two or Three Things Associated with CEO He’s Hickey.” The ancient, sensational title made the employees who were watching very excited, but it made Fang Ci, the person involved, want to dig his toes into the ground. He had observed it himself in the morning, and the color was very light. How could it be…
Ah, these people!
He decided to confirm it. He endured the embarrassment and shyness to click on it. After a while, he came out of it with a flushed face.
He hesitated for a long time before sending a message to He Chi:
[Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.]
Two seconds later, he retracted it and re-typed: [It won’t happen again.]
He Chi replied quickly with a simple: [Mm.]
He must have seen the post, Fang Ci put down his phone and took a deep breath.
His WeChat rang again. This time, He Chi sent a single sentence:
[Other places are fine.]