Chapter 20 - The Shocking Message (1/2)
Chapter 20: The Shocking Message
Translator: Léon
“I see.”
Qing Bo held down his phone and looked at himself in suit in the full-length mirror for a moment, then he bowed his head to untie the sapphire cufflinks he had just tied, his wrist watch and tie.
Ten minutes later, he lay back in bed in his pajamas.
His phone vibrated in another ten minutes. It was Shi Chen who sent a text message asking if he was at home.
Bo waited for a while before texting back affirmatively.
Chen asked if it was convenient to come in and pick up something. Bo again waited for a while before texting back his consent.
Chen walked nervously back and forth outside the villa, holding his phone tightly between his fingers. He had just sent the third text to Bo, informing him that he was outside the villa.
Five minutes passed, but Bo still did not text back.
Chen began to wonder why he replied so slowly. Was he at work? Was he not feeling well? Or had he regretted saying yes and didn’t want to let him into the house and didn’t want to see him at all. Chen squatted down and began to pull his own hair without noticing it himself – it was typical of him doing so whenever he was depressed.
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was Bo’s reply.
“Come on in, the password hasn’t changed.”
Chen sprang to his feet, input the password and entered the villa. He went straight through the hall upstairs as soon as he changed his shoes.
Bo sat against the headboard in the bedroom, checking his emails with a tablet computer. Seeing Chen entering the room, he tapped his head slightly, “You come.”
Chen went over to the bed, looked at Bo carefully for a moment, and frowned. “How come you’re in this shape?”
Bo took off his glasses and looked up at him. “What kind of shape?”
“You look ten years older but I only haven’t seen you for one night.”
Bo, “…”
Chen realized something so he said hurriedly, “No, I didn’t mean that. Don’t get me wrong. I mean you’re so haggard.”
Bo felt speechless again.
“I heard from Feng Ma that you were sick.” Chen felt angry and also distressed looking at him. “How can you still be like a child to make yourself eat so much cake when you know you can’t eat it. Now there you go.”
Bo, “No.”
Chen, “…”
“What do you come here to get?” Bo put his tablet on the nightstand and looked up at Chen. “Clothes?”
“No, no. In fact, I … I don’t come here to get anything. I just … I …” Still, Chen didn’t speak out his true minds. He closed his eyes and tried to bluff it out, “I just come to ask you about the password of the card you gave me.”
Bo, “There’s no password.”
Chen, “…”
“Well, that’s a bank card. How could there be no password?” Chen asked anxiously, “What if I lost the card?”
“You lost it?” Bo asked him.
Chen, “No.”
Bo, “Then what’s wrong with it?”
Chen, “Well, I said what if.”
Bo, “It’s okay if you lose it anyway.”
Chen, “How could it be ok?”
Bo, “There’s just that little money in it.”
Chen, “…”
Chen didn’t know how to reply. He was just so angry!
Chen gave him the tacit smile and nodded stiffly to the rich man in front of him, “You’ve got a reason.”
Bo, “Well, is there anything else?”
Chen, “Yes.”
Bo, “What’s the matter?”
Chen, “Let me see.”
“Ok, take your time.” Bo pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes wearily.
Chen couldn’t find any legitimate reason so he blurted out with worry. “I’ll take care of you.”
Bo opened his eyes, “Take care of me?”
“Right!” Chen took a deep breath and decided to take whatever it might come. “You’re only sick because you ate the cake at my birthday, so I’m half responsible for this. And you caused your arm second injuries only to save me from falling downstairs. So I totally have legitimate reason to stay and take care of you …”
“Take it easy.” Bo interrupted him.
Chen gasped for a few breaths and went on to say, “Your arm’s injured and you’re sick now. It must be pretty inconvenient for you. With me being here, I could at least lend you some help. You … you’re not going to turn me down, are you?”
Bo thought carefully for a moment and nodded, “It’s really inconvenient when I think of you.”
Chen, “What?”
“Come here.” Bo waved his hand to beckon him to come closer.
Hardly had Chen took a step forward when he heard Bo say, “Take off your clothes.” It made him take two quick steps back frightenedly. But then he realized that his reaction was a little ridiculous, so he glared at Bo flushed, “Couldn’t you be a little serious while you’ve already been reduced in such pitiful situation?”
Bo held a serious face, “I don’t want to do anything else. I just want you to sleep with me.”
Chen’s face became hotter, “I’m ok with sleep. But why do you ask me to take off my clothes? You just said it on purpose so that I could misunderstand!”
“Are all you adolescent boys so easy to misunderstand?”
“…”
Chen was made speechless by him.
“Well, I told you to undress because I saw you sweating and feared you would feel uncomfortable. It’s all right not to take off the clothes.” Bo lifted up the air-conditional quilt and said to him, “Come up.”
Why was he sweating? It was just because the doorman wouldn’t let the taxi in. Bo’s making fun of him roundaboutly made Chen angrier, “Why should I so what you ask. I refuse!”
Bo felt funny so asked him, “Haven’t you just said you want to take care of me?”
Chen felt righteous, “But I did not say to take care of you in bed.”
Bo pressed his own forehead speechlessly.
“What’s wrong?” Thinking Bo might be feeling unwell now, Chen got nervous instantly.
Bo, “I want to laugh.”