Her public image is about to collapse.
"Sir, your actions have gone far astray, and we must do something to salvage the situation," Noah urged urgently.
Although Qin Chu was furious, he could only reply, "Speak, what is it?"
Noah urgently issued a small task, the content of which was just four words: "Share a bed."
Qin Chu: "...Can this salvage my public image?"
Noah confidently declared, "Once you complete this task, everything that General Qi has done before will be rationalized as—fun."
Qin Chu's expression froze; he hadn't expected it to be played like this.
Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, grasping the key point: "So, no matter how much I torment him, as long as we sleep in the same bed afterward, it's fine?"
Noah was taken aback, thinking that in some ways, their superior was simply a genius: "You... if you want to play with fire, that's fine too..."
Qin Chu was satisfied and finally lifted his thin eyelids to look at the person still clinging to the door frame.
Qi Xuan was taken aback by the stare and stepped into the house.
The tall, thin young man with black hair sat on the soft bed in the bedroom in a very relaxed posture, so much so that even his usually straight back relaxed slightly.
Now, this man, whose very hair seemed to exude a sharp and ruthless aura, reached out and patted the mattress, gesturing for him to come over: "Come here."
Qi Xuan: "..."
Is being General Manager Qi really that well-paid...?
Although the scene was tempting, when he met Qin Chu's dark eyes and heard his cool voice, Qi Xuan, who had just shamelessly squeezed into the bedroom, felt strangely timid.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and thinking of Qin Chu's legs that could kick a door open with one kick, he finally decided to be rational and protect himself: "Um... I still have some things to do at the company."
He turned around and was about to close the door and leave.
"stop."
Those two cold, hard words successfully stopped Qi Xuan in his tracks. He turned to look at the person on the bed, only to see Qin Chu slap the bed again: "You fucking come here!"
The slap was clearly quite forceful; even through the thick mattress, Qi Xuan could hear the bed creak.
President Qi...
What could General Qi do but walk over, feeling wronged?
Seeing this, Qin Chu felt much better.
With the task at hand, he didn't intend to make things difficult for Qi Xuan. He simply gestured towards the bathroom with his chin, indicating that Qi Xuan should go take a shower.
Qi Xuan took the bathrobe inside, but felt that something was amiss.
Isn't this identity swap a bit too much?
When Mr. Gift takes the initiative, is he really that fierce?
A bath left Qi Xuan with mixed feelings.
Although the progress was a bit fast, to be honest, he was still quite looking forward to it. However... a huge problem lay ahead: could he... defeat Qin Chu?
Qi Xuan felt a little conflicted, yet also wanted to laugh.
If it were his home turf, he would have a hundred ways to subdue Qin and Chu, and he would never be at a disadvantage.
However, the preparations were too rushed, so Qi Xuan wasn't genuinely worried about his miserable fate. He was just afraid that the fight would be too brutal and neither of them would come out on top.
With a strange sense of unease, Qi Xuan lingered as he walked out of the bathroom. When he looked up, he saw Qin Chu with a towel and bathrobe draped over his arm, blocking the bathroom door with his arms crossed.
Qin Chu looked Qi Xuan up and down and snorted coldly: "Taking a two-hour shower? People would think you drowned in the shower."
Qi Xuan: "..." She even yelled at him.
As Qin Chu walked towards him step by step, Qi Xuan found the scene both amusing and a barely perceptible surge of excitement.
He secretly increased the strength in his wrist, intending to take advantage of the opening to subdue Qin Chu, but Qin Chu gave him a very impatient look: "Hey, move aside, don't block the way."
Completely ignoring the ambiguous atmosphere between them, he turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
It turns out it was just a line for showering...
Qi Xuan's preparations were in vain; his heart was hanging there, neither rising nor falling.
The sound of water came from the bathroom again, the gentle patter making one feel uneasy. The frosted glass was fogged up again, and even though the bathroom lights were bright, only a vague, indistinct figure could be seen through the door.
Qi Xuan leaned against the bathroom door, his throat feeling a little itchy.
Tsk, are we just going to leave him standing outside the bathroom like that?
If it had been an hour earlier, he would have definitely run away.
But now, looking at the shadowy figure he was touching in the bathroom, he changed his mind. Although it was a bit rushed... it wasn't impossible.
A pleased smile curved his lips as Qi Xuan surveyed the bedroom and began to use whatever was available.
He opened the small walk-in closet next to him and saw all sorts of clothes inside. A hint of malice flashed in his eyes, followed by regret. It was a pity that he probably wouldn't have the chance to use these clothes this time.
However, there are some "tools" that can be used.
He removed some small straps from his clothes, pulled on them with both hands to test their sturdiness, and finally found one that was reasonably suitable after trying several. There were also some metal chains, but they were obviously more for show than practical use; they could be broken with one hand.
Qi Xuan had just found one and was about to try again when he heard the water in the bathroom stop.
Qi Xuan was taken aback. He looked up at the time and realized that only five minutes had passed.
This efficiency is truly astonishing.
Looking at the tools he hadn't gathered, Qi Xuan clicked his tongue and stepped back to the bathroom door, trying to buy himself a little more time: "Are you done showering?"
"Mmm." The voice sounded low and muffled through the steam and glass door.
As he fiddled with the black leather straps, Qi Xuan's heart raced a little, but for his own "safety," he still asked, "So fast? Don't you use shower gel or essential oils?"
What the heck?
Qin Chu paused in drying his hair, subconsciously glancing at the row of bottles and jars on the bathroom shelf.
The supplies were plentiful, but unfortunately, General Qin only recognized soap and had no curiosity whatsoever about shower gel and essential oils.
He wiped himself down quickly, put on his bathrobe, and went outside.
Qi Xuan was startled and quickly hid the strap. He intended to hide it under his pillow, but when he lifted the pillow, the contents fell to the floor with a "whoosh".
Qin Chu walked out of the bedroom and saw Qi Xuan staring blankly at the pile of family planning supplies.
The room was completely silent, and the situation became extremely awkward.
Qi Xuan bent down, picked up a small cube, and smiled, "Mr. Lu, it seems you've been eyeing me for a long time, haven't you?"
He turned to look at the person who had just come out of the bathroom. His messy hair was half-dry, sticking out from the side of his face, blurring the toughness about Qin Chu and giving off a youthful and innocent vibe. His neck was hidden by the black ends of his hair and the white bathrobe, so he couldn't see it clearly, but Qi Xuan still subconsciously glanced at the side of his neck.
Unfortunately, the bathrobe covered her completely, leaving only her slender calves exposed. Her ankles were very thin, with a long tendon running down to her heels, which were surprisingly rounded.
At this moment, Qi Xuan suddenly felt an extra sense of anticipation for this somewhat challenging night.
General Qin's embarrassment lasted only a second. He quickly realized that these things had nothing to do with him, so he quickly returned to normal, walked over, reached out and turned off the light, and said succinctly, "Go to sleep."
Darkness descended suddenly like a tidal wave.
Qi Xuan held the item in his palm, a playful smile on his face, but he was secretly on guard. He waited patiently for a long time, but Qin Chu did not approach.
The rhythmic footsteps passed him calmly, then moved to the other side of the bed and lay down lightly.
Qi Xuan was taken aback by the scene. After a while, when Qin Chu's breathing had become very steady, President Qi realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.
The word "sleep" is clearly not a verb.
After dawdling and finally getting into bed, Qin Chu slept soundly, but Qi Xuan still felt a burning desire in his heart.
He tightened the bandage around his fingers a couple of times, then subtly moved closer to the person sleeping there. As the distance closed, feeling the person lying beside him, the turmoil of anger that had been building up over the past few days finally subsided a little.
Good, just lie obediently next to him like this.
Keep it within easy reach.
Absolutely not... allowed to abandon him and disappear without a trace.
A cool body temperature emanated from his side, and while a sense of satisfaction rose, another kind of dissatisfaction and longing also began to stir. Qi Xuan simply rested his head on Qin Chu's pillow, his nose almost able to smell the dampness in the man's hair.
Suddenly, Qin Chu opened his eyes in the darkness and unexpectedly grabbed a hand that seemed intent on courting death from his waist.
He turned his head and stared at Qi Xuan coldly: "Why aren't you sleeping?"
This self-righteous attitude makes it seem as if their relationship isn't that of a domineering CEO and his canary, but rather a kindergarten teacher and a naughty student who doesn't want to take a nap...
Under Qin Chu's sharp gaze, Qi Xuan lowered his eyelashes and brazenly slipped over: "What happened today scared me. Now that the Qi family knows my identity, they'll definitely come after me for anything in the future."
Qin Chu was incredibly annoyed and just wanted to punch him.
But that wouldn't work, so he could only say with a cold face, "Don't worry, you won't die."
"Really?" Qi Xuan's voice was muffled, half-buried in the pillow. "Whenever I think of them, the scar on my face hurts. It feels like that piece of metal has been pushed in again, and if it presses down any further, the bone will crack."
Qin Chu: "..."
As Qi Xuan spoke, he guided Qin Chu's hand to touch the scar on his face: "It's not healing well. Now, if I bite it, I always feel like the wound will burst open again."
Qin Chu: "..."
“I was young then, and I had just escaped from a car accident when the car exploded. I was afraid the Qi family would still not let me go, so I didn’t even dare to go to the hospital. I had to stitch up my wounds myself, and they were crooked.” Qi Xuan chuckled self-deprecatingly as he said this, his voice muffled by the pillow. “So… I’m really grateful that you saved me last time. Because you were sent by my second brother, I didn’t dare to tell you my real identity. I’m sorry.”
Qin Chu: "..."
Finally, Qi Xuan raised his head and looked at Qin Chu in the darkness, asking, "Is the scar on my face ugly? It's inconvenient to do business with this face. When I first started my business, I wanted to make myself a mask every day, to have a glamorous face when I met people."
Qin Chu finally spoke, his gaze slightly shifting from Qi Xuan's face. His usually cold voice paused for a moment before he said, "It's just a scar."
This simple, casual sentence was the gentlest comfort General Qin could muster.
Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, Qin Chu let go of Qi Xuan's hand, turned around and faced away from him, clearly intending to continue sleeping.
After turning over in bed a couple of times, Qin Chu's once neatly arranged bathrobe collar opened slightly, and his breathing returned to near normal, but he felt fingertips touching the back of his neck.
“Hey, Mr. Lu, you have two scars here…”
Qin Chu frowned and subconsciously dodged, then a doubt arose in his mind. He himself had many new and old scars on his back, but did Lu Wan have any scars?
Before he could grasp the clue, Qin Chu felt his wrists tighten, and then a warm body pressed down on him.
Qi Xuan chuckled in the darkness: "Mr. Lu, don't fall asleep."