Saving the overbearing CEO - Chapter 534

Qie Ranzhe felt like he had just offloaded a huge weight off his shoulders but he could still feel the after-effects of having carried such a huge weight around for years. When he arrived at his apartment he found Machu sitting on the couch with his earphones on.

Because he couldn’t hear anything, Qie Ranzhe easily walked towards him and silently stood behind him staring at what this good old doctor was watching. He leaned down with his hands in his pockets and said, “Why not just get her number,” with a raised brow.

Machu experienced a terrifying jump scare with his cellphone flipping out of his butterfingers. “Shit!…..,” he swore almost falling off the couch, “You almost gave me a fuckin heart attack… geez.”

“How is he?” he asked taking small steps towards the stairs.

Machu stood up and stretched out his hand gesturing for him to stop. “He was pretty shaken so I had to sedate him so he could calm down. His wounds aren’t serious but there is a slight cut on his bottom lip and swelling on his cheek. Other than that he is fine,” explained Machu demonstrating with his hand where Wen Qinxi’s wounds were.

“Thanks,” replied Qie Ranzhe his mind at ease, “I will get you her number as a reward.”

Machu’s eyes were shifty as he suddenly turned bashful while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Look at her….. she’s like the goddess of psychology. Airen is a master in her field so what makes you think she would even notice a small fry like me?” replied Machu locking his cellphone.

He had been watching her psychology online classes which he paid to watch but didn’t think he would get caught. They had gone to the same university but they barely had any kind of interaction which is why he didn’t have her number.

“Already on a first-name basis yet you refuse my help…. tsk, you should practice what you preach,” replied Qie Ranzhe having a face-slapping moment. There is a saying that birds of the same feather flock together which is basically true considering that both of them had some type of crush on someone but never had the balls to confess. They were in the same boat up until now.

“Ha….. forget it, let’s talk about something else like… Gecko had… um… he was drenched in lubricant when he got here. I think it was watermelon flavoured,” he said rubbing his chin in contemplation, “Are you two….. you know….. ahem?”

Qie Ranzhe felt his stomach churn at his words. He didn’t know what to think at this point. They hadn’t but they planned to so where did that come from. The last question was answered when Machu picked up a brown paper bag from the floor and handed it over to him.

Qie Ranzhe curiously opened the brown paper bag and what he saw set off fireworks in his mind as a subtle smile appeared on his face. The bag was from a store called Dirty Kitty which somewhat matched with the brown bag’s contents. He quickly closed the bag and cleared his throat as his ears turned red.

“Just make sure you use protection because ha ha ha… you don’t want to get him pregnant as of yet… fuck!” swore Machu as a slipper was sent flying in his direction. He quickly dodged dashing towards the door. He opened the door and exited the apartment but two seconds later he opened the door again and said, “He is sedated so don’t screw him till he wakes up…..,” with his head peeking through the gap in the door.

Bang!

It was the sound of a slipper hitting the door which made him hurriedly withdraw his head while closing the door. He placed his hand on his chest and said to himself, “Phew…. that was a close one,” before walking away.

With the light bulb thrown out of the apartment, Qie Ranzhe walked up the stairs in big strides. He wanted to try out all these new toys Wen Qinxi bought but it seemed it wouldn’t be possible today because of the sedation.

Since Wen Qinxi was sleeping he decided to take a shower first and wash away the filth from outside before seeing his lover. He not only fought today but he was also hugged by that stupid woman and didn’t want to embrace his lover with all that filth on his body.

He took a long shower scrubbing his body like he had been exposed to radioactive material. By the time he got out of the shower, he had visible patches of pinkish skin. He wrapped a towel around his lower half and looked at his body in the mirror.

A combination of his damp hair sticking to his forehead, faint water droplets tracing his well-built muscles and those dazzling phoenix eyes gave off this tantalizing image that could have anyone drooling.

His eyes lingered on the precious tattoo on his chest making him smile unconsciously. He lifted his finger to touch it when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open. Who else could it be when there was only the two of them in this house. Wen Qinxi resembled a walking corpse with half-lidded eyes. With only one look Qie Ranzhe could tell his lover was barely lucid trotting over.

Qie Ranzhe turned to face him curious to see what this high puppy wanted to do. His heart twisted painfully when he saw Wen Qinxi’s partially swollen cheek and bruised lip. He unconsciously clenched his fists in anger. He regretted not shooting both of his younger brother’s legs at least then the idiot won’t be able to walk and cause trouble.

He reached out to touch Wen Qinxi’s face when the nerd directly slumped on his body like he was a comfortable bed. “Why did you wake up, huh?… Let me take you back to bed,” said Qie Ranzhe before kissing Wen Qinxi’s lips.

The high nerd weakly shook his head as he struggled to come up with the right response. “You…. uh…. you late. I miss you soo much,” replied Wen Qinxi with his speech grammatically incorrect but Qie Ranzhe could understand his meaning.

Qie Ranzhe’s fingers slipped into Wen Qinxi’s hair with a pleasant sensation spreading in between his fingers. He gently closed his eyes as he sniffed Wen Qinxi’s hair which smelt like citrus with a hint of watermelon.

It seemed Wen Qinxi had used the shampoo he bought for him when he planned on moving his lover into his apartment in the future. The watermelon was probably from the lubricant Qie Anzhie emptied on top of his head.

His other arm wrapped around Wen Qinxi’s waist as he muttered, “I am sorry I didn’t protect you enough,” with his nose playfully lingering around Wen Qinxi’s ear and hair.