My Boss Always Flirts With Me - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Kisses

Fang Ci wasn’t so bold as to be reckless in public. He gently pushed He Chi, telling him to return to the stage, deciding that kissing was off the table for the time being. In the darkness, he could feel He Chi’s breath. He Chi seemed to raise an eyebrow, but Fang Ci squeezed his fingers, picked up his wine glass again, and retreated behind a pillar. With one sip, a fiery sensation spread through him, warming even his heart. He Chi was gone.

The banquet lasted until 9 PM, when the reporters finally left. Fang Ci chatted with a few executives. He Chi stayed on the edge of the stage, never coming back over. Every few minutes, Fang Ci would glance his way, feeling a pang of regret. He wished they could stand together openly, but he also found the secret, stolen sweetness quite lovely. All in all, the day left him with a thrilling frustration from being “hooked” by Teacher He.

When the event ended, Cheng Wen asked if he wanted to share a taxi home. Fang Ci made an excuse to go to the parking lot and told him to go first, reasoning that as men, they didn’t need to look after each other. Fang Ci waited for a call from He Chi, but none came. Instead, Shang Qu appeared, offering to drive him home.

“Where’s CEO He?” Fang Ci asked.

Shang Qu explained, “CEO He still has to talk with the investors and isn’t sure when he’ll be back. Assistant Yuan will take him home later, don’t worry. Neither of us has been drinking.”

Fang Ci checked his phone. Still no message. He figured He Chi must be truly busy and accepted the ride. Shang Qu was a smooth and considerate driver, not talking at all to let him rest. They arrived home in silence.

After getting home and washing up, Fang Ci lay on the living room sofa, watching TV and waiting for He Chi. Qiuqiu jumped up and sat beside him. He stroked its fluffy head. “Did you miss me today?”

Qiuqiu meowed, its eyes squinted in contentment. Fang Ci leaned against the cushion, slowly stroking its fur. It was so late that the TV’s sound was hypnotic. Fang Ci’s eyelids grew heavy. He struggled to stay awake but eventually fell asleep. Qiuqiu curled into a ball and nestled into his arms.

Unknowingly, Fang Ci drifted off.

He Chi didn’t get home until 11 PM. He had drunk a lot at the banquet. Most of the investors were elders, and he couldn’t not give them face. The second round of drinks was particularly heavy. Yuan Cheng watched, his heart sinking. By the time half the table was passed out, their assistants quickly came to help them one by one.

He Chi appeared the most composed. Yuan Cheng couldn’t tell if he was truly sober and didn’t dare to be careless. Fearing he might be dizzy, he bought some medicine on the way and drove him straight downstairs, carrying his coat and bag into the living room for him.

“CEO He, this is hangover medicine. I’ll help you…”

He Chi swayed slightly and made a shushing motion. Yuan Cheng followed his gaze and immediately fell silent. He then whispered, “I’ll put the packet in the living room. Remember to drink it.”

He Chi didn’t reply and walked straight to the sofa. Yuan Cheng had never seen his boss like this before and was stunned, but he figured someone would be taking care of the boss, so he quietly put the items down and left.

Fang Ci was sleeping soundly when he was woken by Qiuqiu’s movement. He half-opened his eyes and saw Qiuqiu being pushed to the floor. The cat angrily bounced up, meowing several times. Then, someone else took its place, bringing a familiar scent mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

His first reaction was to close his eyes. After a few seconds, he realized there was no kiss. The man didn’t make a move.

Something was wrong.

He opened his eyes again and was startled. He Chi was lying in the spot where Qiuqiu had been, half-crouched, looking at him.

“Teacher He?”

Hearing his voice, He Chi let out a hum from his nose, his usual powerful presence diminished by more than half. Fang Ci was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

“Who told me to drink less? Look at you now,” he complained softly, sitting up.

He Chi was usually very restrained and wouldn’t drink much even at a party. He didn’t know what happened today. Did he mix his drinks? Fang Ci touched his forehead. “Does your head hurt?” he asked.

He Chi didn’t say anything. Fang Ci, feeling helpless, tried to get up to find medicine. As soon as he put on his slippers, He Chi suddenly tackled him onto the sofa. The force was so strong that Fang Ci’s wrists were trapped. He was both shocked and found the situation hilarious.

So this is what Teacher He is like when he’s drunk—so arrogant.

“Teacher He, get up. I’ll get you some medicine. Go to sleep after you take it.”

He Chi was quiet but strong, pinning him down and just staring without a sound. Fang Ci couldn’t stand it. He struggled a few times and turned his face away, but He Chi’s gaze followed him, moving right, then left. The alcohol seemed to have eroded his reason and amplified certain habits.

Finding no other way, Fang Ci patiently tried to coax him. “What are you looking at, Teacher He?”

This time, He Chi answered. It was a single, brief word. The air he exhaled was thick with the scent of rum.

“You.”

I’m looking at you.

Fang Ci chewed on the word. He didn’t know how to react. He should have been shy, but the current Teacher He was so cute, even cuter than Qiuqiu. The hormones he exuded were sweet.

“What’s so great about me?” They had been together for the whole day, longer than ever before. Hadn’t he seen enough?

He Chi’s eyes were deep. He seemed to be thinking seriously before he replied, “You look good everywhere.”

Someone was still flirting while drunk. How annoying. Fang Ci laughed softly, his ears turning red as expected. He could feel He Chi’s warm body temperature spreading from his fingertips to his earlobes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Fang Ci was stunned. “Kiss what?”

He Chi lowered his head, kissed his ear, and said, “It’s very hot.”

This was it. Now even his cheeks were on fire. Fang Ci’s hands and feet couldn’t move. He was both frustrated and amused. “Teacher He, you’re not allowed to drink anymore.”

He Chi nodded. Fang Ci glared at him, then instantly gave in. He was so well-behaved, this limited-edition, exclusive version of Teacher He.

Since he was so well-behaved, didn’t that mean he could ask him to do whatever he wanted? More accurately, he could ask him anything, and he would answer. Since He Chi wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow, he might as well take advantage of this golden opportunity.

“Was my performance especially good today?”

“Mhm.”

“Do I look handsome in a suit?”

“Very handsome.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“Was starting the banquet early on purpose?”

“Mhm.”

A little puppy with a blooming heart was already rolling around inside.

“Did you hear everyone praising me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you proud?”

“No.”

Fang Ci stopped in surprise. “Why?”

“I didn’t feel good.”

The words were ambiguous. Fang Ci thought he was talking about his health. “Does your stomach hurt?”

He Chi paused, then replied, “My heart hurt.”

Oh, dear. Fang Ci’s mind went blank for a moment. “Why?”

He Chi: “I don’t know.”

“I didn’t want them surrounding you.”

Fang Ci looked at him.

“Teacher He, are you jealous?”

He had never so clearly understood the meaning behind his words. It really sounded like jealousy. For a moment, it was hard for him to believe.

He Chi tilted his head, frowning.

Fang Ci puffed out his cheeks. Fine, it was too hard for a straight guy like CEO He. Let’s ask a different question.

“Do you still want to kiss me?”

This question was too easy, and the answer was obvious. As soon as the words left his mouth, He Chi acted.

He lightly pecked at his lips, like a dragonfly on water. Fang Ci poked his tongue at He Chi’s lip line, and the kiss deepened.

It was very gentle. Fang Ci felt a sense of being treasured.

The kiss went on for a long time, until Fang Ci’s lips went numb and the chapped parts started hurting again. He took a breath and saw He Chi lowering his head to find his lips again. He turned his face away and whispered, “Wait, it hurts.”

He Chi stopped when he heard that.

“I wish you were this well-behaved every day.” He didn’t have to be like this all the time; a little bit every day would be great. So cute. Fang Ci smiled with his eyes curved. Men have a desire for control and conquest. It wasn’t just higher-ups who had it; ordinary people like him had it too. It was an indescribable thrill and sense of accomplishment.

He Chi’s occasional obedience was like an airdrop in a game—getting an AK and armor from a supply drop. It could make him happy for a while.

The happiness was temporary, which was a shame. He had to quickly think if there was anything else he could ask. After racking his brain, he came up with one.

It was a very important question, one that made his heart race just by thinking about it. It was a question he couldn’t ask when he was sober.

He looked up at the man, bit the tip of his tongue, stared into his eyes, and asked:

“He Chi, do you like Fang Ci?”

A dead silence. Only the echo of his heartbeat remained.

It was like a student knocking on an office door to ask for their grade. It was like an addict seeking help from a doctor. It was like a bug-ridden program trying to fix itself. There had to be an outlet for his thoughts.

He had been working on this test for a long time. He wanted to see his score.

This wasn’t cheating, right?

He waited for a long time, staring at the person in front of him without blinking.

But he saw He Chi open his mouth, and no sound came out.

The intoxication in He Chi’s eyes turned into a deep confusion. He was thinking, hesitating, but he still didn’t give him an answer.

The strength in his hands loosened. He Chi slowly lowered his head and rested it on his shoulder. Fang Ci hugged his waist, his gaze dazed. The good mood he had just had was completely gone, leaving a huge blank space.

“Yuan Yuan,” He Chi called out.

“Mhm?” Fang Ci’s hand clenched the shirt at He Chi’s waist, wrinkling it.

It was two short syllables. Fang Ci continued to wait, but the following sounds all fell into silence.

His heart felt empty, plummeting straight down.

He thought that test would have a score, even a sixty would be enough. But when he opened the file, there wasn’t a single mark. The teacher had skipped his paper.

Why? Why did this happen?

Which step went wrong?