As they were talking, Cheng Jixue suddenly leaned closer—a pleasant woody scent instantly enveloped Zhang Chaohe in a soft yet intense fragrance, and Cheng Jixue took Zhang Chaohe's hand, which was holding the capacitive pen, and placed it against her chest.
The metal ring around the capacitive pen barrel, through a thin layer of fabric, gently pressed against Cheng Jixue's chest skin—he slowly blinked his clear yet subtly dark eyes at Zhang Chaohe: "The new script I've taken on requires me to play an Eastern assassin, so I need to build muscle..."
Don't you want to touch your muscles again?
Zhang Chaohe blinked slowly, completely stunned by the sudden soft and supple touch... Cheng Jixue forced him to move his hand down towards his waist and abdomen—although the two had been together for several months, they had spent little time together and were mostly in a "teenager internet ban" mode, so they had basically no deep communication below the neck.
So this is the first time Your Majesty has ever touched your beloved concubine's perfectly proportioned body, which is so much in line with Eastern aesthetics, in such a way that it should be blocked and censored.
And... abs that are not exaggerated but full of power and beauty.
Zhang Chaohe secretly swallowed, made a desperate, hesitant struggle, and then confidently and enthusiastically pinched the smooth, sexy muscle lines under his palm!
Cheng Jixue breathed into Zhang Chaohe's ear with a half-smile, "Does it feel good?"
Zhang Chaohe nodded frantically: "Great! Great!"
Cheng Jixue's eyes were alluring: "Then, Mr. Zhang, can I touch yours too?"
Zhang Chaohe, unaware of the trap, happily spread out his goose wings, revealing his large goose chest without any defenses: "My abs are pretty well-developed too!!"
Then...then everyone, upholding the spirit of academic research, conducted a good and beneficial academic exploration? Although it was interspersed with Xiao Zhang's angry curses that cracked his voice, and suppression and counter-suppression like a boxing tournament, fortunately, it was a close call, and the house was not demolished in the process.
Because he had indeed gone to bed quite late on the first day, Cheng Jixue comfortably cuddled his goose and fell asleep contentedly... However, he underestimated the resilience of geese...
After all, Zhang Chaohe could close his eyes in peace once he finished his research, while he still had to clean up the mess in the room.
So Cheng Jixue only slept for less than two hours, but Zhang Chaohe suddenly opened his eyes as if he had risen from the dead! He gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger, and with the slightest movement, his old back immediately ached as if he had been punched—and the culprit dared to sleep nose to nose with him!!
Zhang Chaohe took a deep breath and punched Cheng Jixue's audacious shoulder that was wrapped around him: "Fuck that Ji bastard!!"
Cheng Jixue, half-asleep, was still savoring his successful academic research and was unaware of the impending disaster: "Yes, yes, yes."
After a flurry of noise and shouting, Cheng Jixue was successfully kicked out of the door by himself... He was holding his wrinkled clothes in his arms and wearing two pairs of slippers on his feet—the next second Zhang Chaohe opened the door, slammed his phone at him with a sour face.
His entire being was radiating "impotent rage".
With a bang, the door slammed shut.
Cheng Jixue: "..."
The reason I ended up in this situation is something everyone knows.
It was already late autumn, but thankfully the elevator was windproof enough to prevent the hardworking people who had been working hard all night from freezing to death on the spot... Cheng Jixue was just about to pretend to be pitiful and trick Da'e into bravely and strongly accepting reality when he saw the door open again—Zhang Chaohe threw him a cashmere coat with a stern face.
A goose and a dog squatted at the door, watching him curiously.
His clear eyes were filled with the courage to urge him to accept reality.
Cheng Jixue: Who is worse than a dog?
The next day, Zhang Chaohe woke up earlier than Cheng Jixue for the first time ever—the young boss, barely maintaining the last shred of dignity of a national husband, dressed in a suit and tie, looking spirited and full of admiration for the top guy (the following 500 words are omitted for brevity), and headed out to work.
He walked past the sofa without glancing to the side.
There was a lump on the sofa covered with a coat, pitifully peeking at him with gentle and weak eyes.
Little fox.
Damn it, you're such a good actor.
Zhang Chaohe gritted his teeth, suppressing his strange behavior, and slammed the door shut with a solemn and dignified air.
When they arrived at the office, Assistant Chen, like a professional sabotager, looked at Mr. Zhang, who was strolling around the office, and suggested with a kind and honest smile, "Walking around while reading documents is bad for your eyes. Mr. Zhang, why don't you sit down and work on the documents first!"
Zhang Chaohe froze—holding the folder, he arrogantly raised his chin: "I'm trying to grab the WeChat Sports cover and boost my step count."
"But your phone is on your desk." Assistant Chen pointed to the desk, puzzled.
Zhang Chaohe clenched his fist secretly, wishing he could send Assistant Chen to Africa to mine a huge mine. He strode to the table, put his phone in his pocket, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Oh, is that so?" Assistant Chen said as if waking from a dream, "The New Year is just around the corner, and the annual All-Star New Year's Eve Gala has invited you to attend. What do you think..."
Zhang Chaohe had heard of this banquet—it was a symbol of a star's status and wealth, and even half of the entertainment industry would attend.
A very prestigious banquet, every year after the red carpet event, there are countless news stories about outshining other male celebrities. This means that as long as Xiao Zhang has ideals and aspirations, he has to compete with other male celebrities and be constantly on guard against others buying articles to outshine him.
Nice, forced to operate, a volume within a volume within a volume.
Zhang Chaohe thought to himself, "There's no other way, everyone else is doing it, so I'll do it too!"
He gestured that he understood and was about to kick Assistant Chen out when Assistant Chen pressed him for an answer: "So... who do you prefer as your red carpet date?"
Assistant Chen: Testing the waters, has the vixen fallen out of favor today?
Faced with Assistant Chen's caring yet inquisitive gaze, Zhang Chaohe almost choked on his breath. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, feeling wronged, "Just notify whoever needs to be notified."
Anyway, I definitely won't reveal that name... As long as I don't say it, no third person will know. This is for all the domineering CEO husbands out there—
How embarrassing!!
Mr. Zhang, who was ruthlessly defeating other CEOs in other aspects, covered his face in anguish... Although he didn't particularly care about this, and he was actually quite comfortable after yesterday, he was happy to lie down and do nothing without having to put in any effort.
but!
He's a domineering CEO!
Everyone who sees him, Xiao Zhang, has to respectfully call him the "Nation's Older Man".
Who would have thought that the domineering CEO Zhang, who never stands on the right in any of the countless edits on the pink website, would fail to get the job yesterday?
That's impossible!
Zhang Chaohe vowed to keep this matter buried deep inside, and that there would absolutely, absolutely, never happen again!
So today, he made all the necessary preparations and went home with a cold face. Cheng Jixue had already cooked the fish maw chicken soup and was waiting for her husband in a virtuous and gentle manner... Ah, although saying this makes Mr. Zhang feel a little guilty now.
Waiting for my husband to come home.
Seeing that Zhang Chaohe could still bravely face reality, Cheng Jixue was delighted and came to greet her. He was about to say something to reinforce his image as a delicate beauty, but he saw that Zhang Chaohe's eyes were like a calm deep sea, containing surging power and resolute reefs.
Zhang Chaohe tossed his phone onto the sofa and then pounced on him swiftly and fiercely!
I'm risking my dignity and honor as a domineering CEO to once again raise the bar for the domineering CEO industry!
The two were practically locked in a fierce struggle, like two alpha wolves defending their territory, fighting each other with their lips and teeth, trying to tame one another.
Thus, after arduous struggle, exploration, and a deeper understanding of life, Zhang Chaohe finally achieved victory.
Spiritual.
victory.
Screw it, what does it matter to me whether I roll my hair high or low? I'm giving up.
A note from the author:
Why did it take two days to write this? Those who know, know. [Lights a cigarette]
If it's not finished tonight, I'll revise it again tomorrow. Please be lenient (kowtows);
There shouldn't be much content, right?
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 93
5-11 @Did Xiao Zhang break 10 billion today?: No.
5-12 @Did Xiao Zhang break 10 billion today?: No.
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5-19 @Did Xiao Zhang break 10 billion today?: Yes!! [Image]
[You're doing great, son!! Mommy is giving the betrothal money in advance!]
Let me see who they officially announced it for, is it that guy?
[Last year at the All-Star New Year's Eve party, He Xue's red and blue suit was so iconic that knockoffs sold out on Taobao. I'd be really sad if you told me Mrs. Zhang wasn't Xiao Cheng!!]
But Zhang was wearing a plain band ring, while Cheng wasn't... and the style was clearly a couple's ring, qaq.
[I suspect it was intentional. Look at the atmosphere between them in the official event recording. If it's officially announced that Xiao Zhang's partner isn't Xiao Cheng, then Xiao Zhang is a scumbag with a harem (doge)]
No entrepreneur's assets attract more attention than Mr. Zhang's – Zhang Chaohe's Forbes ranking and various asset valuations are the hottest topics recently.
After all, there are just too many stocks!
From the Empress Dowager to the wildflowers by the roadside, the superior compatibility of Xiao Zhang, the nation's ideal husband, has led to the emergence of all sorts of strange but seemingly reasonable couples among the public.
However, they were unaware that the fake "national husband" had just engaged in a joyful and comfortable act of utter debauchery the previous night, and was still not fully awake by 11 a.m.
So much so that when the Empress, feeling refreshed, opened the bedroom door only to find the other person still snuggled in the soft blankets, fast asleep, she felt a rare pang of guilt.
Looking at her beloved goose, nestled obediently in the fluffy blankets and motionless, Lady Ji lovingly pulled back the covers: "Wake up, my darling..."
"Yes."
Under the blanket lay a sprawled, bare goose with its limbs twisted like a pretzel.
The hand with the ring was still resting under her face.
Cheng Jixue slowly restored the quilt to its original state.
Sorry to bother you.
Cheng Jixue kindly and gently pulled Zhang Chaohe's hand out from under his head—Zhang Chaohe was like a dead goose, only moving when pushed, otherwise not moving at all. So Cheng Jixue had no choice but to patiently put Zhang Chaohe's head back in its original position, then closed the door and left.
As soon as the door closed, Zhang Chaohe opened his eyes with a start! He first carefully observed the surroundings, then pulled his phone out from under his pillow, intending to begin his day of surfing the internet.
Then the door was pushed open mercilessly—Cheng Jixue stood smiling in the doorway, wearing an adorable goose-head apron: "You're awake?"
Zhang Chaohe: Is it too late for me to close my eyes now?
The goose, having failed in its death throes, was forced to get up. It dragged its slippers out of the dimly lit, comfortable bedroom and let out a half-real, half-fake scream, like a vampire seeing sunlight. The vegetable leaf, which had been playing in the children's pool on the floor, also started squawking along with it.
Seeing the commotion, Guapi barked wildly and made a sharp turn as it rushed downstairs!
Cheng Jixue stood there blankly, holding the two plates, watching helplessly as the melon rind collided with the wandering Zhang Chaohe the next second.
With a thud.
Cheng Jixue painfully put down her lunch and prepared to end the battle.