Mr. Dior

BOOK II: The Subst.i.tute Lover of the Rich and Powerful Boss_Chapter 2.2

The butler got even more astonished and turned his head to look inquiringly at Jiao Qi.

Now, Jiao Qi seemed provoked. He raised his eyebrow and lifted his chin as he ordered, “Go and tidy it up.”

Everything was arranged in accordance with the wishes of the president and this made Mr. Dior very satisfied.

At the courtyard in the middle of the night, Mr. Dior thought about his “White Moonlight”, the person he holds deeply in his heart. Afterwards, he prepared to go to bed.

When he pushed open the master’s bedroom door, he sees the lovely little subst.i.tute wife lying on his stomach in the middle of the big bed while holding a book with gusto.

“Who allowed you to sleep in my bed?” President-daren got angry and stepped inside.

Jiao Qi shook his feet as he said, “Don’t be noisy. I am almost finished reading this chapter.”

“Man, you are indeed brazen. “Mr. Da Diao said ferociously, but his eyes unconsciously stared at those white pair of feet.

Those toes, which have never suffered hardship, are smooth and round, a bit plump, and have a faint pink color. They’re extremely adorable, making this man feel an urge to pinch those within his fingers.

This darn little subst.i.tute wants to seduce him? He won’t be fooled!

“Butler! Why is he on my bed?!”

The villa master’s angry voice that came from upstairs distinctly reverberated in the dimly lit living room.

“Uncle, shouldn’t you answer?” the little girl, a newcomer, asked the butler with a little uneasiness.

“This time, I shall pretend to be deaf. My age is old. I can’t hear it.” The butler chuckled and turned away. One must not meddle with the young couple’s fun play.

After quite a while, the butler did not respond. President-daren looked towards the bed. His prey seems to not feel any sense of crisis. He sneered and muttered to himself, “Alright, since you asked for it…” Then, he began to take off his clothes.

“Chi…” Suddenly, the big guy approached like a fleeing turtle and pushed down Jiao Qi just like a human pyramid. This action made a squeaking sound resembling that of a rubber toy being squeezed.

Three days of intimate action made Jiao Qi so tired and his overworked waist is somewhat unable to endure another night of vigorous activity, so he quickly rolled to one side.

“Wait, wait a minute,” said Jiao Qi. He held himself up, and his one hand pressed against Zhangda Diao to prevent him from moving forward. “Since I am not the person you love, will you not feel guilty if you touch me?”

Zhang Chenfei looked at him in an unclear and uncertain way. The little subst.i.tute’s fair and handsome face that stretched closely towards him, reminds him of a tensed little rabbit. At any moment, he could instantly flash his two non-lethal fangs, making him so charming and so familiar. What a clever little thing, the president thought. He slowly lifted his hand and gently stroked and caressed Jiao Qi’s smooth cheek, then said,”When you are this stubborn and angry, you really look like him.”

“I will resemble him more if I raise my hands and beat you up.” Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and tapped the hand of the confused Zhangda Diao. He lightly stroked his husband’s hand then climbed over to get inside the quilt and prepared to sleep.

Mr. Da Diao did not intend to let him off easily. He clutched his ankles and pulled the man back into his arms. He took advantage of the situation to squeeze a pinch on his slightly pink toe. Then he ordered, “Say ‘I love you’ with this expression on.”

” … ” Old man, old man, to suddenly say something like this is a little bit awkward. Jiao Qi smacked his lips, clearly unwilling to do so.

“Say it! Otherwise, we’ll just continue the matter just a moment ago.” Zhang Chenfei used his thumb to gently rub his lovely little wife’s moist lips.

“Pooh-pooh, get your dirty hand off!” Jiao Qi pinched the hand that touched his lips. Don’t think that he did not see this hand picked out his toe just a moment ago.

“Man, don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! [1]” Mr. Da Diao was a little angry.

{T/N: [1] A Chinese proverb which means to hesitate to do something until forced to do even more.}

“Hey,” said Jiao Qi. He couldn’t help but yawn. He was really sleepy. He could only coax Mr. Da Diao and said, “cough, I love you.”

“Include my name,” ordered Mr. Da Diao.

If the president is a client, he must be the most annoying kind of party. Even if the finished goods had been produced, if he has not yet finished speaking about his demands, he will still want to add this and that.

“I love you, Chenfei.” Jiao Qi touched his husband’s head, and said it quite earnestly.

“Who is Chenfei? Are you still thinking about that poor boy?” He has not yet received the finished product that he demanded, but the name of the compet.i.tor came out of his mouth first. The president’s widespread popularity seemed to be threatened. His eye socket was about to crack when he said angrily, “How many times have I told you, call me Da (Big)! Diao (Di**)!”

” … ”

Feeling restless for half of the day, Jiao Qi is really sleepy. In the end, he can only lose dignity to forfeit sovereignty and humiliate the country [2]. As requested by his lao gong, he finally said the sentence “I love Big Di**“.

{T/N: [2] A Chinese idiom which means to surrender territory under humiliating terms}

Mr. Da Diao, who was finally satisfied, took his lovely little subst.i.tute wife into his embrace and waited until he almost fell asleep before quietly whispering in his ear, “I love you too. I started to like you from the age of seventeen.”

Jiao Qi, who was supposed to have already slept, suddenly opened his eyes. His entire body froze because he knew that this sentence was not in the novel.

In the past, they mutually agreed to be honest about their romantic love history and at that time, Zhang Chenfei mentioned that he liked a person when he was still in school. They rarely talked about it before because Jiao Qi said that it was all in the past and he didn’t mind it. Who didn’t experience a period of being young?

However, never in a thousand nor in ten thousand possibilities, should this matter be brought up at this very moment.

【When a person with a Smart Brain Disorder Syndrome is in a state of confusion, the stored data in the smart brain is combined with his own memory. 】

That night, Jiao Qi can’t sleep as he mulled over it.

On Sunday morning, it was Li Yingjun company’s new product launch. Since he had received invitation, he must still go to the conference.

Along the way, Jiao Qi indirectly asked Comrade [3] Da Diao about his new smart brain’s name but after quite a while, the latter remained tight-lipped. ‘If I ask too much, he will possibly become angry. I have to set it aside for the time being.’

{T/N: [3] A Russian term that’s mostly used to replace the words Sir/Mr/Mrs.}

On the other hand, Mr. Dior was unwilling to confess that the name he thought of was “White Moonlight”.

The game Yingjun launched this time is a relatively large one, and the conference was very grand. After explaining the game through a demonstration, Li Yingjun stayed on the scene to answer questions from the reporters, while the others went to the banquet hall to enjoy a cold tea break.

Some executives in the industry are all basically familiar with one another. While drinking tea, they were also discussing and the atmosphere is harmonious. When the topic about business was brought up, Zhang Chenfei’s IQ went online and he chatted with the others clearly and logically.

Jiao Qi no longer cared about him. Rising to a height comfortably, he searched for a certain person in the crowd. Once found, he quickly locked in the guy who was hiding in the corner, busy stuffing himself with food.

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