Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Emotions surged like boiling lava, completely breaking through the cage of reason, leaving only instinctive plunder and demand.

Hands clasped tightly together, legs entangled, as if not even a sliver of space was allowed between them.

The suffocating sensation made Ye Zhiqiu instinctively lift his neck, but in the next moment, the feeling of sharp canines pressing against his Adam's apple made it difficult for him to even make a sound.

Through sweat and tears, in an extremely blurred vision, Ye Zhiqiu could only see Qin Jianhe's dark eyes, drenched in sweat.

Those eyes were like an endless deep sea, impossible to fathom.

Hot sweat beads and passionate kisses fell together, causing Ye Zhiqiu to instinctively close his eyes.

Then he felt the hand that was holding his ankle suddenly tighten, and a storm of wind and rain instantly descended...

When he woke up again, the sky was just beginning to lighten. Ye Zhiqiu struggled to raise his hand to check the time, only to realize that his watch had been removed by Qin Jianhe the day before.

He did not allow any form of covering on him.

Both domineering and fierce, he controlled everything about him.

But without a doubt, it also brought him joy and madness, making him forget all the misfortunes of reality, following his lead in waves of ecstasy.

Being able to forget reality was not an easy thing, so Ye Zhiqiu liked this feeling.

An arm around his waist held him tightly. Ye Zhiqiu moved cautiously, but the sleeping person immediately opened his eyes as if sensing his movement.

The long, narrow phoenix eyes barely opened, and when they met his gaze, they were tinged with a faint smile.

"Good morning, Ye Zhiqiu," Qin Jianhe said, his voice hoarse, naturally lowering his head to press his burning lips onto Ye Zhiqiu's forehead.

"Good morning." With Qin Jianhe awake, Ye Zhiqiu no longer hesitated and finally reached for his phone.

However, before he could check the time, the phone was snatched away again, and Qin Jianhe leaned over once more.

"No more, brother," Ye Zhiqiu chuckled, pushing him slightly on the shoulder. "Haven't you had enough from yesterday?"

"Not yet," Qin Jianhe murmured, his hot breath brushing against Ye Zhiqiu's ear.

A slight tickle.

Ye Zhiqiu was truly impressed; someone who had just tasted passion indeed had boundless energy.

"What about you?" Qin Jianhe tilted his head to kiss his soft earlobe. "Don't you want it now?"

Ye Zhiqiu seemed soft and adorable everywhere, melting Qin Jianhe's usually cold heart quickly.

"I don't want it anymore, I'm done," Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly said, meeting Qin Jianhe's lazy and somewhat ambiguous gaze. "If I do, I'm a dog."

At this, Qin Jianhe's eyes darkened abruptly, and he silently lowered his head to kiss Ye Zhiqiu's lips.

"It doesn't matter," he said after a while. "If it's you, I like little dogs too."

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

"No, really," he chuckled, pushing Qin Jianhe. "Your standards are a bit low."

"Hmm?" Qin Jianhe laughed softly, then whispered, "Come, just a hug."

Ye Zhiqiu stopped struggling and nestled into his embrace.

The room fell silent, filled only with their slow, steady breathing.

After a while, Ye Zhiqiu spoke first.

"What time is it?" he asked softly. "I have class today."

"So studious?" Qin Jianhe seemed to chuckle lightly.

"Of course," Ye Zhiqiu replied immediately. "My teacher appreciates me, I can't keep taking days off."

"So obedient?" Qin Jianhe laughed again.

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

"Hey," Ye Zhiqiu laughed in frustration, calling out Qin Jianhe's name. "Qin Jianhe."

Hearing this, Qin Jianhe ruffled his hair, reaching for the phone to check the time. Just then, Ye Zhiqiu's alarm went off.

"It's six-thirty," Ye Zhiqiu said.

"You go back to sleep." Qin Jianhe got up, pulling on a robe. "I'll make breakfast."

The blackout curtains were still closed, making the room dim. Ye Zhiqiu nodded, burying himself under the covers, looking particularly obedient.

Unable to resist, Qin Jianhe leaned over again, placing a scorching kiss on his forehead.

The door opened and closed, and Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes again.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, he slipped out of bed.

Dressed and opening the bedroom door, he saw Qin Jianhe scooping dumplings onto a plate.

"Dumplings?" Ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up. "Did you buy them?"

"No," Qin Jianhe smiled. "Uncle Fu made them yesterday and sent them over. I put them in the freezer and brought them here last night."

"You're so good, Qin Jianhe." Ye Zhiqiu reached for the plate. "With you, I never go hungry."

"How?" Qin Jianhe looked at him amusedly, reaching for the chopsticks. "Have you been through this before?"

Not really.

But without Qin Jianhe, he might have had to make do with whatever he could find.

A plate of stir-fried vegetables and a fruit platter were already on the table, the latter containing fruits and a few nut-filled cookies.

The two sat across from each other and ate. Qin Jianhe put down his chopsticks first, went into the bedroom to change, and came out with a tie hooked between his slender fingers.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu had also put down his chopsticks, he raised his dark eyebrows slightly. "Professor Ye, could you help me?"

Ye Zhiqiu: "…"

"From now on, I'll take care of your ties," Ye Zhiqiu said with amusement as he took the tie, his words contradicting his actions as he skillfully looped the narrow fabric around Qin Jianhe's neck and tied it. "If you can give me a separate salary for it."

"Sure." The man's sexy Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Name your price, and I'll have my secretary calculate the total for the rest of your life and pay it all at once?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled. "A one or two-year contract is fine; we can consider more after the probation period."

After tying the tie, Ye Zhiqiu stepped back half a step and looked at Qin Jianhe.

The well-tailored suit accentuated his aloof and ascetic demeanor, making him seem entirely different from the person who had whispered sweet nothings in his ear that morning.

But soon, they merged again.

Because Qin Jianhe leaned towards him once more, pressing his warm lips to his nose.

"I'm going to work now," he said.

"Mm." Ye Zhiqiu looked up at him, his eyes curving into crescents. "Drive safely."

"Do you feel…" Qin Jianhe's eyes darkened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then paused.

"What?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

"Nothing." Qin Jianhe said, a smile in his slightly lowered eyes.

Opening the door, he suddenly turned back, holding the handle. "Professor Ye."

"Mm?" Ye Zhiqiu looked at him.

"What do you want for dinner?" Qin Jianhe asked.

Ye Zhiqiu tilted his head, thinking. "Braised pork belly?"

"I'll make it when I get back," Qin Jianhe said.

In his formal attire, every move he made exuded an innate elegance and dignity.

Yet, saying those words felt completely natural.

It was as if every inch of him, from head to toe, radiated a gentle yet firm resolve.

The door closed, and after a moment, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes unconsciously curved into crescents.

Once busy, time flies quickly.

After finishing his morning classes, Ye Zhiqiu returned directly to the company.

Thinking about the braised pork belly, he sent a message to Qin Jianhe when he finished work in the afternoon.

"Yezhiqiu: I'll buy some pork belly with skin. You can go straight home after work."

"QIN: Okay."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't reply further, putting his phone to sleep and heading to the nearby market.

In his previous life, the market was a place he visited frequently, so much so that he grew tired and disgusted by it, both mentally and physically.

So since his rebirth, he hadn't gone there once.

Even passing by it made him feel scared.

Scared that his rebirth was just a dream.

Scared that upon waking, he would be back to selecting ingredients, forced to return to the large apartment with Qi Xin.

But today, he forgot that feeling for the first time, even feeling a bit happy when the vendor praised him for choosing a good piece of pork belly.

Leaving the market, he was certain that he now had a home and a place to go.

Putting the items in the trunk, Ye Zhiqiu didn't leave immediately. Instead, he sat in the car, savoring the feeling and reinforcing the impression.

Then, he calmly started the car and drove away.

Though detouring to the market didn't take long, Qin Jianhe was already home when Ye Zhiqiu arrived, indicating he had rushed back right after work.

The house was brightly lit, and Qin Jianhe was leaning against the kitchen door, talking on the phone.

He had taken off his jacket, and the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, revealing his slender forearms.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu enter, he naturally freed one hand to take the items from him.

"Sorry, Uncle Liu," he said politely. "My family member has returned. We can discuss this matter in detail tomorrow at my office."

"How? Talking business?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

"Small matter." Qin Jianhe looked down at him, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. "You go ahead and get some work done. I'll call you for dinner later."

"Alright." At the mention of work, Ye Zhiqiu remembered something. "Did you check the email I sent you today about the sponsorship items? Are the ones I selected okay? If they are, I'll have the team start preparing them."

In principle, any clothing sponsorships, whether for films, TV shows, or events, need to be approved by Meng Da first.

To confirm if there are any other requirements or specific focuses from the company.

But since Meng Da hadn't returned yet, Ye Zhiqiu consulted Wu Qiong via email and then forwarded it directly to Qin Jianhe.

"Mm." Qin Jianhe glanced at him. "They're all good. I saw your email just before leaving work and replied."

Ye Zhiqiu opened the email, and sure enough, there was Qin Jianhe's reply in his inbox.

Without saying anything else, Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head to send a message to Zhang Lan, instructing her to coordinate with the relevant departments in the company. Once the sponsorship items were ready, she should contact Liu Yisi to arrange for someone from the production crew to pick them up.

After sending the message, Ye Zhiqiu leaned against the kitchen counter, quietly watching Qin Jianhe cook.

Qin Jianhe's hands were beautiful, long and slender, with distinct knuckles. Even when he was simply washing and cutting vegetables, there was a sense of neatness and decisiveness.

As if he did everything without any extra emotion.

Yet every piece of meat he prepared was because Ye Zhiqiu liked it. When adding rock sugar to caramelize, he deliberately added a few more pieces.

Subconsciously, Ye Zhiqiu looked up at him.

Watching his thick eyelashes lower, revealing a pure and focused gaze.

It seemed that at this moment, cooking a meal was more important to him than anything else.

For a moment, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel that "it would be nice if things could stay like this forever."

Of course, he couldn't let Qin Jianhe do all the cooking alone.

In any relationship, prolonged inequality can lead to imbalance.

Not to mention, Qin Jianhe was already very busy. Even if he wanted to, time wouldn't allow it.

It was time to hire a housekeeper, Ye Zhiqiu thought.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Jianhe suddenly looked over with an ambiguous expression, then asked, "Pass me the kettle."

"Oh." Ye Zhiqiu responded and obediently handed the kettle to Qin Jianhe.

Pouring hot water into the pot, Qin Jianhe then refilled the kettle and turned back to look at Ye Zhiqiu.

"Teacher Ye," he said with a light laugh, "why have you been sneaking glances at me?"

"I..." Ye Zhiqiu was momentarily speechless. "I was looking at the meat."

"Okay," Qin Jianhe said, "the meat is simmering now. Can you look at me now?"

Ye Zhiqiu: "..."

Ye Zhiqiu blinked lightly, but before he could say anything, Qin Jianhe had already moved closer.

In the small kitchen, he trapped Ye Zhiqiu between his arms, leaning down to kiss him against the counter.

Because Ye Zhiqiu was always within reach, this was the happiest meal Qin Jianhe had ever cooked.

But he didn't say anything, only laughed softly, "I've wanted to kiss you since you walked in the door."

"Mr. Qin has been enjoying this for quite some time now," Ye Zhiqiu said with amusement, his eyes glistening slightly. "Why are you still so eager?"

"The ocean of knowledge is endless," Qin Jianhe murmured, "and the teacher taught well."

"Hey, Qin Jianhe." Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened.

Qin Jianhe had noticed that Ye Zhiqiu would call his name whenever he was at a loss.

Hearing this, he stopped teasing him and smiled, lowering his head to kiss him again.

The braised pork smelled delicious, and Ye Zhiqiu ate an extra bowl of rice before putting down his chopsticks.

After clearing the table, both of them continued working on their respective tasks.

Approaching midnight, Qin Jianhe checked the time on his wristwatch and reminded Ye Zhiqiu to turn off his laptop and go take a shower and rest.

The round bed was soft and comfortable. Qin Jianhe lifted Ye Zhiqiu into his arms.

The blackout curtains made the room dim. Ye Zhiqiu reached out a hand and held Qin Jianhe's palm.

Qin Jianhe's hand moved, intertwining their fingers.

In the silence, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly spoke.

"Qin Jianhe," he said, "I want to hire a housekeeper."