That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 26
Li Cang came out of the bedroom still half-dressed. The curtains in the living room were already drawn, and sunlight was shut out completely. Chi Ye sat on the couch, scrolling through a tablet, his expression calm and focused.
When he heard footsteps, he lifted his head.
Li Cang frowned at him, his voice still hoarse. “Why didn’t you wake me? I’m late.”
Chi Ye chuckled softly. “Take a shower first. I already asked for leave on your behalf.”
“Leave?” Li Cang’s face darkened. “If Xu Siran finds out, he’ll skin me alive.”
“Relax,” Chi Ye said, standing up. “He wouldn’t dare.”
He was taller by a head, and in two steps, he had Li Cang caught in his arms, fingers lifting his chin as he brushed a kiss against his lips.
“You’re insane,” Li Cang muttered. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth.” Yet his complaint carried more mockery than anger.
Chi Ye tilted his head, lips grazing the side of Li Cang’s neck. The brief touch made Li Cang shiver. He glared, stepped back, and turned toward the bathroom, but there was already the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
By one-thirty in the afternoon, Li Cang arrived at the office with renewed energy, striding in as if he owned the place.
The first thing he did was march to Xu Siran’s desk, ready for a scolding. Instead, his colleague simply handed him a box of kidney tonic.
Li Cang blinked. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Xu Siran gave him a look so flat and expressionless it could have killed flies.
Li Cang coughed, switching gears immediately. “How’s your mother? Be sure to send her my regards.”
“Is your work done?” Xu Siran asked in that same deadpan tone.
Li Cang grabbed the box, shoved it into his pocket, and made a quick escape.
He wasn’t about to admit it aloud, but he might actually need the tonic.
Chi Ye was too much. Even in his dreams, Li Cang felt exhausted just remembering last night.
Back at his desk, he propped a cushion behind his back before opening his email. Within moments, he froze. Then.
“What the!” He jumped up from his chair.
Everyone turned to look.
Li Cang quickly closed the screen and forced a dry laugh. “Nothing. Just… a bug.”
His coworkers stared silently.
Taking a deep breath, he reopened the email. There were several photos attached image of a remodeled apartment based on his design drafts.
But the doorknobs.
They were all bright, gold, and… shaped indecently. Every single one.
From the bathroom to the kitchen, even the bedroom, each door handle gleamed obscenely in the photos.
At the end of the message, the client had written:
“Renovation in progress. Let me know if any details need adjustment.”
Li Cang’s head throbbed. You absolute pervert!
He wanted to block the client immediately, but then remembered that this entire bizarre design came from his own draft.
Now he wanted to block himself.
After a few rounds of inner turmoil, he sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and, against all logicstarted revising the design.
If the client wanted eccentric, he’d give them eccentric.
By the end of the afternoon, he had transformed the entire project into something straight out of a psychological thriller, chains, whips, wall mirrors, and moody lighting replacing chandeliers.
When he finally hit “Send,” he sat back and whistled.
“Whoever ends up living there,” he muttered, “may their soul rest in peace.”
Right after that, he sneezed. Twice.