ASPWWD Chapter 68

No matter how fast the big boss was at deleting his replies, he couldn’t beat the speed of the netizens who took screenshots. If he hadn’t deleted anything, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but his deletion immediately aroused suspicion.

Those who witnessed the whole thing from the beginning, like Wen Xia, saw it all unfold. Latecomers started asking around, and after seeing the screenshots others had posted, they either came back to console or commiserate.

[Is the big boss feeling like he came back to find his house robbed…?]

[That “Mm” broke my heart. Boss, it’s okay! What’s wrong with fans praising their favorite streamer!]

[Honestly, I did think about the possibility that Xia Xia’s partner might be the digital big boss, but… sigh.]

[Liking someone is wild, loving someone is restraint. I’m crying. Who can relate?]

[I think… we shouldn’t be doing this, right? Let’s not overthink things, okay? What would Xia Xia and his partner think if they saw this, guys?]

[Agreed, weren’t we supposed to not bring our CP fantasies to the attention of the real people involved? What are we doing here, seriously?!]

…

Wen Xia, feeling conflicted, exited the comments section.

Come to think of it, last time he asked Lin Fengqi if he’d ever watched his livestreams, Lin Fengqi’s reaction clearly indicated he had. But Wen Xia never asked what Lin Fengqi’s ID was, whether he’d secretly sent gifts, or left comments.

He had a feeling that with Lin Fengqi’s reserved nature, he probably had done those things.

With these questions in mind, Wen Xia went to Fenghang Technology at noon to have lunch with Lin Fengqi.

This was his second time visiting after bringing lunch last time. Today, when the receptionist saw him at the door, she smiled and made a gesture toward the elevator, indicating he could go straight up. Just like Lin Fengqi had instructed last time, there was no need for him to check in.

As he made his way up, Wen Xia was surprised to see that some of the employees actually remembered him, with a couple of socially adept ones even greeting him. Wen Xia responded politely.

Knowing that Wen Xia was coming, Lin Fengqi waited obediently in his office. When Wen Xia pushed the door open, Lin Fengqi immediately stood up and hugged him as if they hadn’t seen each other for ten days or half a month.

Wen Xia raised his arms to return the hug and was rewarded with a kiss.

After a moment of intimacy, Lin Fengqi reluctantly let go of him and pulled out his phone to open a food delivery app.

This left Wen Xia a bit puzzled. “You’re ordering takeout?”

“Mm.”

“Aren’t we going to the cafeteria?”

Lin Fengqi froze. “Do you want to go to the cafeteria?”

Wen Xia, confused, asked, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Of course we can,” Lin Fengqi quickly put away his phone. “Definitely.”

As they walked out of the office, Wen Xia deliberately asked, “We could’ve gone to the cafeteria, so why were you ordering takeout? Did you not want your employees to see me?”

“No,” Lin Fengqi replied instantly, unable to resist holding Wen Xia’s hand as his voice softened, “I was afraid you wouldn’t like it.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“…Too showy.”

Wen Xia tightened his grip on his hand, the cool metal of their rings making a faint sound as they brushed together. He said, “What’s so showy about it? I’m just having lunch with my boyfriend.”

To others who didn’t know the details, they certainly looked like a legitimate couple.

Lin Fengqi was so overwhelmed by Wen Xia’s words that he almost wanted to skip lunch entirely and just take him back to the office to hide him away. No one else should be allowed to see his treasure.

When the two appeared in the second-floor cafeteria, even though they were just there for a normal meal, their presence was anything but ordinary. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they were met with countless curious glances.

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling. Just walking from the elevator to the counter, they heard several rounds of “Hello, President Lin.”

It was like a meet-and-greet event.

Fenghang’s cafeteria offered a wide variety of food, including meals, noodles, and rice dishes.

Wen Xia ordered a curry beef brisket rice and got to experience the feeling of using his boyfriend’s meal card. As he stepped aside to let Lin Fengqi swipe the card, he suddenly wondered, if there had been no misunderstandings, would he and Lin Fengqi have gone to the same university?

Probably. Maybe this scene would’ve been a regular part of their college lives.

They wouldn’t have been in the same department or dorm, but maybe they’d have been in the same dorm building. He could’ve visited Lin Fengqi’s dorm whenever he felt like it, and they could’ve waited for each other after class to go eat together. After dinner, they could’ve walked around the track hand in hand like other couples. When they had no classes, they could’ve gone to the study room, the library, or even gone out somewhere to have fun. And if anyone asked him, “Who was that you were with just now?”

He might’ve boasted, “That’s my boyfriend.”

No matter how busy Lin Fengqi was with making a living, he would’ve been there with him and helped him however he could, as long as he needed it.

At least during those years, Lin Fengqi wouldn’t have had to endure such hardship.

And neither would he.

But, unfortunately, time couldn’t be rewound.

Wen Xia lowered his eyes, and this subtle change in mood was quickly noticed by Lin Fengqi, who leaned in and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Xia looked up, blinked, and said, “I was just thinking… there are a lot of people here.”

Lin Fengqi’s expression instantly turned tense—was it really too showy? He lowered his voice and said, “Then we—” maybe we should pack the food and go back to the office to eat.

Before he could finish, Wen Xia leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “It’s inconvenient to kiss you.”

Lin Fengqi’s entire body trembled, and his eyes fell on Wen Xia’s slightly curved lips. His ears quietly turned red.

They both ordered the same meal and were looking for a place to sit when Zeng Yuan waved from a distance, “President Lin, Mr. Wen!”

They walked over, and Zeng Yuan cleared his tray and stood up, saying, “I just finished. Why don’t you sit here?”

“Thanks,” Wen Xia said.

Zeng Yuan smiled at them and walked away with his tray.

From the moment they entered, eyes had been on them nonstop. Wen Xia was used to it. He was about to take a bite of his curry-covered rice when a spoon suddenly reached over and placed a piece of beef brisket on his plate.

One piece wasn’t enough; Lin Fengqi added another.

“Don’t you eat beef brisket?” Wen Xia asked. They’d had beef at home recently, and Lin Fengqi had eaten it just fine.

“I do,” Lin Fengqi said, still placing brisket on Wen Xia’s plate, “But you like it, so you should eat more.”

Wen Xia paused. Seeing that Lin Fengqi didn’t stop, he quickly took a bite and then pressed his spoon down on Lin Fengqi’s. “That’s enough. It’s not like we can’t afford more beef brisket at home.”

The phrase “at home” made Lin Fengqi feel immensely pleased.

He obediently pulled back his spoon and smiled slightly. “Okay.”

Lin Fengqi didn’t smile often.

Or rather, Wen Xia didn’t often see him smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

What was he going to do? He wanted to kiss Lin Fengqi even more than before.

Looking at the food in front of him, Wen Xia suddenly felt that suggesting they come to the cafeteria to eat had been a mistake.

Yet Lin Fengqi was genuinely happy. After taking just a few bites of his meal, he stopped, looked at Wen Xia, and said, “I just want to give you all the best things.”

For someone who wasn’t good with words to suddenly speak so directly, Wen Xia felt like he had become a fool.

Meanwhile, an employee passing by overheard this and gasped, hurrying off to their familiar office group chat to share the latest juicy gossip about their boss.

In no time, word spread like wildfire, and soon, the entire company was buzzing with the news that “President Lin is a doting husband.” Everyone was shocked that the cold, stoic President Lin could say something so sweet! They couldn’t help but marvel, “Ah, love…”

The two ate faster than usual, both eager to finish and return to the office to take care of some “business.”

Back in the office, Wen Xia was the first to make a move. He spun around, pushed Lin Fengqi against the door, and they shared a kiss that tasted like curry.

One kiss led to another, and soon they were on the sofa. Afterward, Wen Xia found himself nestled in Lin Fengqi’s embrace.

Lin Fengqi hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Wen Xia’s shoulder, occasionally nuzzling his head against him.

Even without words, Wen Xia could feel how happy he was.

Emotions were contagious. Sensing Lin Fengqi’s happiness, Wen Xia’s mood also improved. He leaned back, relaxing completely as he lay in his boyfriend’s arms, when he suddenly heard Lin Fengqi say out of nowhere, “You should bring your computer over.”

Wen Xia: “?”

Lin Fengqi’s face was buried in his shoulder, his voice muffled, “We can work together.”

Wen Xia laughed, “Are you still in elementary school?”

Lin Fengqi made a soft, indistinct sound in response but didn’t say anything, only tightening his hold slightly.

Wen Xia raised his hand to ruffle Lin Fengqi’s hair, unable to resist.

This version of Lin Fengqi reminded him of the day he got drunk.

Too cute. Could someone get drunk on curry?

After a while, Wen Xia asked, “Did you watch the promo video that Qunjing released today?”

The arms around him subtly shifted.

“Mm.”

“What did you think?”

“…It was well-made,” Lin Fengqi said. “Especially your parts.”

Wen Xia found this comment a bit familiar—didn’t it sound just like something the big boss of Qunjing would say?

As he thought about it, he casually said, “Your response sounds a lot like what one of the top fans in my stream said.”

Lin Fengqi was silent for a moment, then asked, “You mean the number one supporter?”

“Quite well-informed,” Wen Xia teased as he pulled away from Lin Fengqi’s embrace, turned around to face him, and raised an eyebrow. “So, how many times have you secretly watched my streams?”

“…Not that many.”

“Don’t dodge my gaze, look at me and say that.”

“…” Lin Fengqi finally met his eyes, though his gaze was still shifty. “Quite… quite a few times.”

Wen Xia had expected this answer.

He knew it—Lin Fengqi must have secretly watched a lot of his streams! He probably hadn’t missed a single one since learning that Qunjing had put him on the promo shoot list, right?

Hmph, men.

“Tell me,” Wen Xia pressed, his excitement growing. “Did you secretly throw any gifts?”

“…Yes.”

“What was your ID? Let’s see if I remember it.”

Lin Fengqi hesitated.

“Not going to tell me?”

“…”

“Fine, I’ll check for myself,” Wen Xia said as he grabbed Lin Fengqi’s phone and waved it in front of him.

Lin Fengqi’s usually composed face showed a rare expression of shock. “When did you…?”

“I swiped it from your pocket earlier,” Wen Xia said, lighting up the screen and turning it towards Lin Fengqi for a fingerprint scan. “Come on, President Lin, unlock it for me.”

Lin Fengqi grabbed his wrist, “I’m sorry…”

“Hmm? I’m not accusing you of anything,” Wen Xia replied. “I just want to see how you’ve been secretly watching my streams. Hurry up.”

Lin Fengqi called out to him again, “Wen Xia…”

The way he said “Wen Xia” sent a shiver down Wen Xia’s spine, but he held firm, urging, “Stop stalling. You sneaked a look at my phone last time, and I didn’t even hold it against you. Now it’s my turn to check yours, right? Or do you have something on there you’re hiding from me? Don’t worry, I’ll only look at what I’m interested in.”

Unable to resist, Lin Fengqi reluctantly unlocked the phone, looking like he wanted to flee the scene.

The more he acted this way, the more curious Wen Xia became.

A quick swipe, and sure enough, he found the Qunjing app. He tapped on the familiar blue whale icon.

As soon as he opened the app, he nearly choked on his own spit.

Wen Xia stared at the username for a few seconds, then looked at Lin Fengqi, then back at the screen.

“‘Xia Xia is too cute, what should I do’…” He read the name out loud, utterly shocked. “This is you?”

Lin Fengqi’s ears and face turned beet red. He looked away, unable to meet Wen Xia’s gaze. After a long pause, he finally admitted in a voice full of shame, “…Mm.”

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