The Third Year After The Breakup, He Knelt and Begged to Get Back Together - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Aren’t You Just Playing with Me, Too? Who Cares Who Plays…

Bad news: Photographed.

Good news: Only Qi Mingfeng’s back was captured.

It had been two years since he retired, and his physique had changed somewhat; besides, ordinary people wouldn’t guess it was him.

He had been in the media countless times since his debut, but he had never been written about like this…

Zhou Zhixi said awkwardly, “Sorry, Senior. I dragged you into this.”

Qi Mingfeng was also quite embarrassed: “An accident, just an accident.”

“An. Ac. Ci. Dent,” He Xian ground out the syllables between his teeth, sneering coldly. “Six or seven hundred fellow students graduate from your alma mater every year with bachelor’s, master’s, and doctoral degrees. Are there enough ‘accidents’ to schedule two for every single day of the year?”

In the exchange, Zhou Zhixi picked up on the animosity between his senior and He Xian. Losing his initial polite facade, he intentionally looked He Xian up and down: “Looks like a person, but can’t bark out a single human word.”

He Xian: “You…”

Qi Mingfeng felt his head starting to ache again.

He quickly pulled the two apart and said to Zhou Zhixi, “Alright, Zhixi, you go home first. He Xian, let’s go back and talk later.”

Zhou Zhixi said worriedly, “You’re still going back with him? Senior, this guy looks like the type who goes home and beats his wife. Why don’t you just…”

He Xian: “You say…”

“Enough!” Qi Mingfeng took a deep breath. “Zhixi, you say less too. Go back. We’ll get together another day.”

Although reluctant, Zhou Zhixi obediently agreed.

Qi Mingfeng saw him to the door. Just as Zhou Zhixi was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. Glancing quickly over Qi Mingfeng’s shoulder at He Xian, his hands didn’t stop as he pulled out his phone and tapped on a certain interface.

It was a Weibo burner account.

He and Zhou Zhixi hadn’t exchanged contact information after arriving at the villa. With He Xian here, to prevent further arguing, Zhou Zhixi could only establish communication with him this way.

Qi Mingfeng blinked, signaling that he had noted it.

The lockless door was closed from the outside. Qi Mingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and the buzzing that was about to start in his ears died down along with it.

“Still looking? Didn’t you see enough all afternoon?”

He Xian’s oppressive voice rang out from behind him.

Qi Mingfeng turned around, and before he could stand steady, he was pinned against the door by He Xian.

He Xian hooked his fingers to pinch Qi Mingfeng’s chin, the anger he had suppressed several times since entering the house finally erupting: “You promised me you would never see Zhou Zhixi again.”

Qi Mingfeng swung his hand to knock He Xian away.

Although he knew clearly that he and Zhou Zhixi were innocent, and that he and He Xian were no longer lovers, being seen by He Xian sleeping on the same lap as Zhou Zhixi still caused an indescribable embarrassment.

But more than embarrassment, it was annoyance.

He said indifferently, “I promised you back then because you were… my boyfriend.”

He had cherished his feelings for He Xian back then, thinking He Xian was just prone to jealousy, and wanting to give him more security.

But it was all his own wishful thinking.

Hearing the term “boyfriend,” a subtle part of He Xian’s heart softened for a moment, before the sourness continued to corrode downward, biting out a tiny hollow space.

He said subconsciously, “Now I am your husband in the legal sense.”

Qi Mingfeng: “If you can’t stand it, we can get a divorce.”

“In your dreams!” He Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. “Do you have any idea how promiscuous your ‘dear junior’ is? His romantic debts are more than you can count on both hands. Playing with you is as easy as playing with a dog, yet you still stick your stupid face forward.”

Qi Mingfeng gave a thin smile, carrying a touch of mockery directed at no one in particular: “Aren’t you just playing with me, too? Who cares who plays?”

He Xian said angrily, “Qi Mingfeng!”

Qi Mingfeng didn’t want to argue with He Xian. His tinnitus and headaches had been frequent lately, especially when facing He Xian.

That feeling was too miserable; he needed a long time to recover each time.

He pushed He Xian away forcefully: “Had enough fun? If you’ve had enough, then go back. Remember to have someone fix the lock on my door tonight.”

Pulling open the broken door, Meng Ying was dutifully guarding by the fence outside the courtyard. Further out was the black sedan He Xian often drove, with the driver waiting obediently inside.

Qi Mingfeng didn’t wait for He Xian; he opened the car door himself, sat in the back seat, and leaned back to rest with his eyes closed.

Soon, the seat beside him sank as He Xian sat down as well.

He Xian’s car had good performance and the driver was experienced; there was basically no feeling of movement on the road. Qi Mingfeng estimated the distance between Nanxiang Road and He Xian’s house, considering whether to sleep a bit more.

Pretending to sleep would work too.

Before he could conjure any sleepiness, He Xian fished his phone out of his pocket.

Qi Mingfeng frowned: “What are you trying to do now?”

He Xian ignored him, asked Meng Ying in the front for a SIM card pin, removed the SIM card, and lowered the window to throw the phone out.

Qi Mingfeng quickly grabbed He Xian’s arm: “This is a brand new phone!”

He Xian glanced at him: “It’s the new phone Zhou Zhixi just bought for you, right?”

Qi Mingfeng’s own bank cards had been unlinked from his apps by He Xian; every cent he spent belonged to He Xian.

He inevitably had to buy small miscellaneous things while at the hospital, thinking He Xian was busy with a thousand things and wouldn’t care about such trifles. Now it seemed He Xian really did check.

He Xian knew what he ate every day, what time his train ticket was booked for, and knew that he hadn’t bought this new phone himself.

He Xian wouldn’t even allow him to spend his own money, let alone money from Zhou Zhixi, the thorn in his side.

Even though he knew this, Qi Mingfeng still felt it was a waste: “It was just activated. Even if you have money, you shouldn’t waste it like this. Take it back, sell it second-hand, and donate the money.”

He Xian laughed subtly at some thought, then threw the phone to Meng Ying in the front: “Do as he says. Sell the phone and donate the money.”

As He Xian’s chief assistant, Meng Ying had never handled a donation smaller than eight figures. At this moment, his expression remained unchanged as he took the phone: “Yes, President He.”

He Xian was about to speak when Qi Mingfeng’s stomach gave an ill-timed growl.

After singing and dancing for half the afternoon and then sleeping until now, he was indeed hungry.

Swallowing the words that were at his lips, He Xian told Meng Ying to order a meal to be delivered to the house.

By the time Qi Mingfeng returned to He Xian’s house, steaming hot dishes were already set on the table.

He Xian ate a meal with him that could be considered either a late dinner or a midnight snack.

This was the first time Qi Mingfeng and He Xian were alone together after their marriage.

He didn’t know what he and He Xian counted as now.

Legally, a marriage relationship did exist, but in reality, they were sick of the sight of each other.

A divorce was a must, but He Xian was likely in a fit of rage right now and wouldn’t let it happen, and Qi Huan hadn’t fully recovered yet. He had to endure in this tomb for the time being.

Maybe one day He Xian would grow bored first.

Maybe one day he would find a way to escape first.

Whichever it was, he truly hoped that day would come quickly.

Qi Mingfeng ate slowly. After He Xian finished, he didn’t leave but sat across from him, watching him eat.

Being watched like this by He Xian, Qi Mingfeng lost his appetite. He finished hurriedly and headed upstairs.

He Xian called out to him in a cold voice: “You’re not even pretending now. You can’t even be bothered to say a single word to me.”

Qi Mingfeng felt he had nothing to say to He Xian and walked toward the guest room on his own.

Just as he gripped the doorknob, He Xian grabbed his wrist again: “What are you doing?”

Qi Mingfeng: “Sleeping.”

He Xian: “The bed in the master bedroom isn’t big enough for you?”

Qi Mingfeng stated frankly: “Compared to sleeping with you, I prefer sleeping in a bed by myself.”

He Xian had received the information about Qi Mingfeng’s train ticket at noon, thinking he could see him after finishing his meeting. He had pushed his evening work around, and even Meng Ying had come back with him, reporting on work in the car. Yet, after he had arrived home, Qi Mingfeng still hadn’t returned.

He called Qi Mingfeng; it was turned off.

Qi Mingfeng hadn’t turned off his phone in all these years. He worried if something had happened, only to see Zhou Zhixi’s hot search from an app notification.

Even though the photo only captured Qi Mingfeng’s back, he recognized him at a glance.

He was all too familiar with Qi Mingfeng’s silhouette; besides, he had personally stuffed those clothes into Qi Mingfeng’s luggage.

Fine.

He was here waiting expectantly, while Qi Mingfeng was over there being all lovey-dovey with Zhou Zhixi.

It was easy for him to check a person’s whereabouts. He hadn’t even eaten; he called back Meng Ying, who hadn’t gone far, and drove straight there after finding out Qi Mingfeng was at the Nanxiang Road villa.

The lights in the villa were off, but the surveillance showed that Qi Mingfeng and Zhou Zhixi had entered and never come out.

No one answered the doorbell, so he simply called a locksmith to break the door. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Zhixi sleeping on Qi Mingfeng’s lap.

Qi Mingfeng, who couldn’t eat or sleep well by his side, was sleeping quite soundly now.

After driving away Zhou Zhixi and bringing Qi Mingfeng home—they hadn’t seen each other for several days, yet Qi Mingfeng couldn’t even be bothered to say a word to him, and now he wanted to sleep in separate rooms!

In his dreams!

The more He Xian thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly hoisted Qi Mingfeng onto his shoulder and, ignoring Qi Mingfeng’s struggle, took him back to the bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

Qi Mingfeng rolled over and sat up, cursing at He Xian: “Are you sick?”

Fire rose in He Xian’s heart: “What, after seeing your dear junior, you’re not even willing to sleep in the same bed as your own husband? Not a single message for half the day—tell me, what kind of ‘fun’ did you two have?”

Qi Mingfeng felt He Xian was being completely unreasonable. He pushed He Xian away, wanting to get off the bed.

But He Xian pinned him down firmly. Seeing him struggle and refuse to comply, he pulled off his belt and forced his hands together, binding them.

The prey could no longer escape his reach. He Xian leisurely unbuttoned his shirt, his knee provocatively parting one of Qi Mingfeng’s thighs: “Tell me. If you don’t say it, I’ll check for myself.”

Being suppressed and treated with such lewdness, Qi Mingfeng felt ashamed, annoyed, and resentful, yet was forced open helplessly. He said urgently, “We just played instruments and sang for a bit. Don’t you know how to check? This is only the third time I’ve met him—what could possibly happen?!”

He Xian knew Qi Mingfeng wasn’t that kind of casual person, but he still wanted to hear Qi Mingfeng say it himself.

It was as if saying it represented trust, represented opening up, and could grant him a familiar sense of peace.

But when the words were actually forced out, he felt they didn’t taste right.

At this moment, He Xian seemed to have completely forgotten that he had intended to keep the man by his side to take revenge. He was only trapped by a single thought surfacing in his mind: Why can’t Qi Mingfeng be the way he was before?

He didn’t need Qi Mingfeng to be as submissive as he was pretending to be; he could make a fuss, have a temper—just like during those four years. Weren’t they living quite well back then?