My Weak Lover Became A Weird Boss - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Two Slaps; Instructor Li, You Were Right

The thing hanging in the sky was round and bright, casting a piercing glare that leaked through the gaps in the curtains. For some reason, Zhou Sui had been feeling restless these past few days.

He rolled out of bed and fumbled for his phone charging nearby, intending to scroll through his social feed to help him sleep. Instead, he noticed that even in the dead of night, Professor Wen’s step counter was still moving.

Zhou Sui recalled the events of earlier that evening.

Could something have happened to Teacher Wen? Then again, what could possibly happen in human society to a super-powerful, non-naturally explained creature…

The call was picked up quickly.

“Hello, Professor Wen? Where are you?”

“Cuilin Yajue.”

Zhou Sui found the neighborhood name familiar. He suddenly remembered seeing it just a few hours ago and asked in shock, “You actually went to find Xie Ci? This late?”

“…You didn’t… do something to that boy… He’s just a kid.”

The records showed he was only 20!

Zhou Sui swallowed hard.

A cold sneer came from the other end of the line, and the next second, the call was unilaterally disconnected.

Cuilin Yajue was right next to the Third Ring Road, and even at this hour, there were plenty of cars coming and going. Deep in sleep, Xie Ci could clearly hear the noisy honking outside. It annoyed him so much he wanted to open his eyes and curse at the unscrupulous drivers, but perhaps because he’d been too exhausted lately, his eyes wouldn’t open.

A small gust of wind lifted the curtains. The light on the floor shivered, and overwhelming shadows—like snakes and insects emerging at the first thunder of spring—instantly shrouded the entire room in darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Ci’s tightly closed eyes struggled. Sensing some discomfort, he murmured and rolled over.

The moonlight spilled back in. In the center where the shadows receded, a tall, slender figure stood tall.

Usually, this face lacked expression, but never had it been as cold as this. A non-human, monstrous aura spread along the patterns on his skin; the porcelain-pale, handsome face looked as if it were being entwined, dragged, and crushed by poisonous thorns.

A massive serpent shadow twisted and deformed behind him.

Xie Ci seemed to sense a terrifying gaze; his body trembled involuntarily.

Having come all this way with much fanfare, Wen Zhu—encouraged by the serpentine pupils of his White Anaconda—stared at the “Integrated Species” on the bed for a long time.

The bright moonlight was too dazzling, finally waking Xie Ci up. He blearily wrapped his blanket tighter. In his haze, he saw the window wide open where the cold wind was pouring in and muttered, “Did I not close the window?”

“No wonder it’s so cold.” He rolled back over.

“He’s being watched by the police. Can’t you tell?”

“Besides, he’s an Integrated Species. They taste terrible.”

Back at the apartment, Wen Zhu offered a few words of condescending explanation under the Anaconda’s undeniable, accusing stare.

But the White Anaconda was clearly unhappy that its meal had escaped. It coiled around Wen Zhu, flicking its tongue.

“Didn’t I buy you ribs?” Wen Zhu impatiently tugged at the snake’s tail, which was tightening around him. “Don’t push your luck.”

White Anaconda: “…”

Don’t bully it just because it can’t speak human language. Snakes don’t eat ribs!

“I’ve fed you this way for years; you’ll eat them whether you like it or not.” How cold and heartless. “What are you throwing a tantrum for?”

Creeeak—

The door was opened via fingerprint. Pei Qingshan, as luck would have it, overheard that last sentence.

“Huh?” He froze, staring wide-eyed at Wen Zhu. Then, guiltily lifting a bag of fried rice, he said, “I’m not throwing a tantrum… I really just went out to buy some late-night snacks.”

Wen Zhu immediately took the lead: “Buying snacks took you this long?”

He had thought Pei Qingshan wouldn’t be back today; he’d almost let his secret slip.

The young man’s thin figure sat quietly on the sofa. It was unclear how long he had been waiting, but his face looked quite pale.

Pei Qingshan felt even worse.

He glanced seemingly casually at the bag of ribs on the table. “You bought groceries too?”

“…Yes. Didn’t you say you weren’t full?” Wen Zhu felt the angry snake around his waist tighten instantly. He paused, then continued expressionlessly, “I was planning to make an extra dish for you.”

The corners of Pei Qingshan’s mouth twitched, barely suppressing a smile. He tossed the fried rice aside. “Let me do it… Why is your face so pale?”

I’m being strangled to death by the snake whose food you’re about to steal, how could I not be pale?

Wen Zhu said, “It’s the cold.”

Pei Qingshan frowned and walked toward him.

“What are you doing? Did you wash your hands after coming in?” Wen Zhu leaned back, but was immediately met by a cold, rough palm pressing against the warm back of his neck. The chill made him shiver.

His body suddenly felt lighter; the giant snake vanished without a trace. It always acted like this when it encountered Pei Qingshan.

“Why are you hiding?” Pei Qingshan looked Wen Zhu up and down. Finding nothing wrong, he let go. “Get ready, we’ll eat in a bit.”

“…”

You better hope so.

After Pei Qingshan burned a pot of ribs for the second time due to a lack of control, and seeing the bag of ribs getting smaller and smaller, Wen Zhu finally kicked him out of the kitchen.

“Move.”

Wen Zhu took off his jacket, leaving only a crisp thin shirt tucked into his slender waist.

He rolled his sleeves up to his forearms and snatched the spatula from Pei Qingshan. “Go get the apron for me.”

It had to be said, Professor Wen did everything with the serious air of a researcher. The silver glasses still perched on his nose made him look distant, but the rising steam from the pot softened him with a domestic warmth.

Pei Qingshan happily tied the apron for the “head of the household” from behind.

“If you have nothing to do, don’t stay in the kitchen. You’re in the way.” Chef Wen was quite dismissive.

Unfortunately, the man named Pei wasn’t just in the way; he was getting handsy.

He pressed against Wen Zhu from behind. When Wen Zhu went to wash vegetables, he followed him to the sink; when Wen Zhu reached for the cooking wine on the top shelf, he helped open the cabinet.

When Wen Zhu covered the pot to simmer, Pei reached his hand inside the apron…

“Get out.” Wen Zhu gave him a nudge with his elbow.

“I’m not in the way,” Pei Qingshan coaxed patiently. “I just want to kiss you.”

Wen Zhu reached his limit: “Then what’s the meaning of unbuttoning my shirt?”

Pei Qingshan glanced at the porcelain-pale skin inside the open collar and acted as the innocent party: “Oh? Is it too loose?”

Perhaps this scene was too scandalous; even the ribs couldn’t stand it and began to sizzle and smoke. Wen Zhu had to lift the lid to stir-fry, giving Pei Qingshan another opening.

“Hey… don’t!” Wen Zhu’s earlobe was licked by the “big dog,” making him shrink back. “Go take a shower first!”

“I’ll go in a bit.” A wave of heat rose in Pei Qingshan’s lower abdomen, and his arms locked tightly around Wen Zhu’s cool body.

Wen Zhu pushed him hard, his voice cold: “No. Go take a shower first.”

“Just a minute.”

“No.”

Perhaps the rejection on Wen Zhu’s face was too obvious. Pei Qingshan, caught off guard, was pushed back, his spine hitting the refrigerator door with a heavy thud.

Both froze. Silence filled the room, save for the happy bubbling of the ribs.

Pei Qingshan alertly caught the gaze Wen Zhu was trying to hide—a gaze that flickered toward his sleeve several times. An absurd thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

His fingertips trembled, and his face instantly darkened. “You think I’m dirty?”

“No, you’re overthinking it.” Wen Zhu composed himself and turned to lower the heat.

As it turned out, an incensed man was much harder to deal with than a stupid snake.

The next second, a powerful arm hoisted Wen Zhu up. Pei Qingshan lifted Wen Zhu by the waist with one hand, reached out to turn off the stove with the other, and carried him off with a cold face.

“Pei Qingshan, let me go!”

“Are you crazy?”

Wen Zhu was tall, but chronic malnutrition in his youth had left him with a thin frame despite being well-cared for later. He was no match for Pei Qingshan’s muscles.

The man’s arms were like giant iron pincers—burning and hard.

Wen Zhu was thrown heavily onto the bed. Fuming with rage, he didn’t even bother to speak; he raised his hand and slapped the approaching Pei Qingshan right across the face.

“Get out!”

The slap was loud and forceful. Even on Pei Qingshan’s thick-skinned face, a red mark appeared instantly.

But he said nothing. He licked the corner of his mouth, turned back, lowered his head toward Wen Zhu, and offered the other side: “Again.”

Wen Zhu sneered and unhesitatingly gave Officer Pei a symmetrical second slap.

Pei Qingshan was clearly in a pressuring position over Wen Zhu, yet he lowered his head like a true subordinate.

“Are you less angry now?” Pei Qingshan stared into Wen Zhu’s eyes. Seeing him look away, he patiently turned Wen Zhu’s head back to face him. “If not, hit me a few more times.”

Wen Zhu stared at him for a long time before swearing in a raspy voice, “Are you sick?”

“Yes, I’m sick.” Pei Qingshan buried his head in Wen Zhu’s hair, his hot cheek pressing against that cool neck. He muffled his voice: “I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, just don’t ignore me. And don’t talk about divorcing me.”

“I didn’t let anyone else touch me. When they approached, I moved away.” His voice was low and gravelly, sounding as if it were vibrating against Wen Zhu’s bones. “But you didn’t see that.”

“…”

In the dead silence, Wen Zhu could only hear the violent thumping of the heart belonging to the man pressed against him.

When Pei Qingshan looked up again, the area around his eyes was slightly red.

This man, usually cold-tempered and used to having the final say, looked inexplicably… pitiful right now.

Finally, Wen Zhu sighed and pushed his head. “Go take a shower first. You smell like kitchen smoke.”

Then, he added: “I don’t think you’re dirty.”

Pei Qingshan stood up skeptically, staring into Wen Zhu’s eyes. “I’ll go shower, but what about you?”

Will you still be here when I get back?

Officer Pei had a face of extreme, sharp ferocity. In seven years of marriage, they had spent much time apart, and he had rarely seen this man act so silent and pathetic.

Wen Zhu sighed again, stood up, and took Pei Qingshan’s hand. “Let’s go. We’ll shower together.”

Pei Qingshan happily followed Wen Zhu into the same bathroom.

Instructor Li, you were right. A man should act spoiled.