After Falling in Love, the Overbearing CEO Finally Saw the Light - Chapter 12

For a split second, Xie Jun’s brain short-circuited. What did he just hear? Did he mishear it? His first reaction was to wonder if something was wrong with his ears.

“Purpose: Falling in love,” He Yunqi repeated with a hint of a smile at the corners of his eyes, displaying a rare moment of patience.

Xie Jun was stunned.

Falling in what? Falling in love.

What kind of love? Falling in love.

He was going crazy!

With whom? Since when was there a “boss’s lady”? Why didn’t he know about this!

The next morning, He Yunqi’s biological clock woke him up punctually as dawn broke. Having recently returned to the country, his schedule had been a mess; it was rare for him to get such a good night’s rest.

He opened his eyes to find a fluffy head nuzzling against his chest. A continuous stream of warm breath brushed against his muscles. The air conditioning had been too cold during the night, so the person had instinctively sought a heat source and burrowed into his arms. It seemed that if he wanted the boy to take the initiative in the future, he would have to use a few little tricks.

The owner of that head curled up obediently in the crook of his arm. An indescribable sense of satisfaction swelled in He Yunqi’s heart. This feeling, the feeling of seeing him the moment he woke up, wasn’t bad at all.

A moment later, Gu He opened his eyes under the “harassment” of a certain pair of hands. His gaze was still blurry with sleep, his hair a bit messy with a few stray strands falling over his forehead, and his eyes remained clear yet dazed.

Suddenly realizing he was lying in someone else’s arms, he immediately recoiled. He usually had very good sleeping posture. As his exposed arm felt the sudden rush of chilly air, he wondered if rich people really indulged in the luxury of blasting the air conditioning just to sleep under a duvet.

Composing himself, Gu He feigned calmness and greeted him, his voice soft and thick with sleep. “Mr. He, good morning.”

“Morning,” He Yunqi replied, giving the soft flesh at Gu He’s waist a gentle pinch before pulling him back into his embrace.

The typical morning reaction that men experience became exceptionally awkward at this moment. Gu He lowered his gaze, not daring to look at him, and reminded him, “Mr. He, you’re poking me.”

This deadpan, serious way of speaking was actually quite blunt and cute.

“Do you want to help me?”

Gu He nearly wanted to bite his tongue off. He didn’t know how his sentence had provoked the man so early in the morning; clearly, it was that thing of his that was being rude.

He Yunqi smiled faintly at the words, a tingling sensation of desire seeping through his veins. He wanted to tease him a bit more.

However, he realized that there wasn’t a single trace of a smile in the boy’s eyes; his expression had returned to that cold, distant look. Yet, while lying down, he wasn’t as well-behaved as he was when fully awake.

Gu He tried to escape, but a long arm reached out from behind, hooking him back onto the bed. He Yunqi hovered over him, looming from above.

The two of them were directly and honestly facing one another.

Gu He had long guessed he wouldn’t be let off easily. This lecherous man, what wouldn’t he do?

He Yunqi’s muscular lines were full and powerful, like those of a vigorous predator. Gu He was rendered breathless by that silent strength. With the tips of his ears turning red, he was pinned motionless under those lazy, pale blue eyes that resembled lake water.

The heat in the air wasn’t just from the suggestive atmosphere; it might also have been some unknown surge of emotion crashing against someone’s heart.

Gu He felt the desire in those eyes grow more intense, and things below were also gaining momentum. If it weren’t for a final layer of defense, he probably would have been eaten alive long ago. His grip on the quilt tightened.

He Yunqi felt both the urge to discipline him harshly and the urge to cherish him deeply.

“寶貝兒 (Baobeier), you weren’t like this last night.”

Talk about opening old wounds!

Wanting to pull away from the atmosphere, Gu He hurriedly spoke up. “Not now, I have class, mmm.”

He was then pinned to the bed and kissed for a long time. Coupled with the fact that his body hadn’t recovered from the previous night, he couldn’t take much more and was eventually coaxed back into a groggy sleep. He couldn’t hear clearly what He Yunqi said before leaving.

When Xie Jun came to pick him up, he noticed a visible tenderness on He Yunqi’s face. After a brief moment of shock, he retracted his gaze. He felt that today, there was hope for getting off work early!

By the time Gu He woke up again, it was already midday. His stomach let out a hungry growl, and his classes had long since ended.

He had no clothes, so he picked up the bathrobe from the floor from the night before and wrapped it around himself. It was better than being naked. He looked in the mirror; the person reflected was ordinary and plain. How was he supposed to be attractive?

Gu He didn’t know what to do next.

Actually, he couldn’t really say he regretted it. After all, he was willing. The kisses, the embraces, and the intense intimacy of last night were all still fresh in his mind.

“Young Master Gu, you’re awake? Toiletries have been prepared for you, and your clothes are inside. I’ve made some porridge; is there anything else you’d like to eat?”

The speaker was a kind-looking middle-aged woman wearing an apron.

Her attitude was just right, not overly enthusiastic, nor intentionally discriminatory. She only needed to do what her employer instructed; as for anything else, she wouldn’t ask.

It was the first time Gu He had been addressed as “Young Master,” and it felt more or less awkward. Moreover, he didn’t like troubling others. “No need, thank you.”

“Alright. You can eat once you’ve finished washing up. I’ll dish it out now to let it cool.”

He gave a casual “mm” in response and turned into the bathroom.

The clothes prepared for him were obviously expensive. The texture was silky and delicate, unlike the discount stall clothes he usually bought, where the cotton-polyester blends were stiff. He didn’t have high demands anyway; as long as it was wearable, it was fine.

Looking at himself in the mirror now, wearing the moon-white silk shirt, he looked like a male prostitute draped in a piece of cloth. It hid the suggestive marks on his body, but it couldn’t hide the hickeys on his neck. His amber pupils held no hint of a smile, possessing a sort of cold, detached beauty.

No matter how expensive the silk, it couldn’t package a cheap doll from a department store into an aristocratic gentleman.

Quickly, he turned his head away, unwilling to look any longer.

Gu He didn’t feel good. He had no appetite and felt like vomiting after a few bites. He could only force himself to eat half a bowl of wolfberry and yam porridge.

During the meal, the housekeeper, Auntie Qiu, took a phone call. She said things like he was awake and eating, but his appetite wasn’t great. Gu He kept his eyes down, stirring the porridge with his spoon. He didn’t need to listen to know she was reporting to He Yunqi.

After the meal, Auntie Qiu told him he could move freely about the house and that no one would disturb him.

Gu He gave a polite reply and sank into the soft sofa. Auntie Qiu, ever diligent, prepared sliced fruit and desserts before leaving. She told him that if he needed anything, he should just press a specific button on the landline and she would appear immediately.

Gu He could only stiffly say “okay.” This high-class lifestyle was worlds apart from his previous existence. Furthermore, there was nothing he could do right now, and nothing he was allowed to do.

Finally, as everything grew quiet, he lifted his eyelids to boredly survey his surroundings. The villa’s decor was a clean, modern style with a mix of light and dark tones. It featured cool-toned fabric cushions and a few green plants, low-profile and restrained, yet luxurious. It was somewhat like He Yunqi himself: steady and profound.

The entrance foyer was paved with imported marble, followed by exquisite grey-toned flooring. The large villa had three floors: the basement was a wine cellar; the first floor housed the dining room and kitchen; the master and guest bedrooms, along with the study, were on the second floor; and the third floor contained a conference hall, a gym, and a leisure terrace perfect for afternoon tea. Looking out from the terrace, there was a massive swimming pool and a European-style garden. The yard was filled with purple freesias; when the breeze blew, it carried bursts of floral fragrance.

The exterior had a traditional touch with small asphalt shingles, maintaining a Chinese style. Rows of bookshelves were filled with various books. The rooms featured one-way glass to ensure maximum natural light while strictly protecting the privacy of the building. The noise reduction was also excellent; it was rare to find such a tranquil spot in the middle of this bustling city.

That man had said he needed a qualified lover for a one-year term.

As for this “scumbag-top and tragic-bottom” script, he didn’t find it too hard to handle. Perhaps he’d even be a perfect lover.

Gu He was open-minded. He spent a moment thinking that next time they met, he should ask how the salary would be settled. He didn’t know who “Seventh Master” was, nor did he know He Yunqi’s profession.

Forget about social security and housing funds, his physical safety should at least be guaranteed. After all, the man looked like he belonged to the underworld. It would also be better if room and board weren’t included.

Perhaps he had walked into a world of trouble.

Cuddled on the sofa, he glanced out the window. He raised his hand slightly, letting the beam of light pass through the gaps between his fingers. The temperature was slightly hot, and he looked on, momentarily dazed.

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