Chapter 39: The gift for becoming a regular

The car was restarted, and the humming sound of the engine covered up other sounds, but it could not stop the gradually rising temperature in the car.

"Come on, baby."

The man's voice was breathy, but compared to the flushed young man in front of him, he looked much calmer and more composed.

"Why are you shaking like this? Can you still hold on?"

Qi Yu bit his lips tightly, and seemed to be trembling with every breath. The tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes made him look extremely uncomfortable, but when he opened his mouth, there was a hint of hidden joy in his voice.

"You...if you don't work hard...shut up!"

Feng Ji chuckled softly upon hearing this, and suddenly leaned over to kiss him, mumbling something between their lips. Qi Yu blushed, and the two arms that were clinging to his neck couldn't help but tighten, and his right hand pinched his back hard.

However, all his strength was used to control his shaky waist, so the pinch was soft, which seemed like a flirtation to Feng Ji.

"Baby's hands are so tender, do you want to pinch the other side too?"

Qi Yu didn't answer. He blinked, and another tear fell from his eye socket, seeping into the fabric of his shirt.

Feng Ji said that he was unable to do anything, and apart from the two hands on his waist that enthusiastically helped Qi Yu maintain his balance, he could only move his mouth.

She would either come over and kiss him, or lower her head and whisper nonsense in Qi Yu's ear, causing trouble for him.

Qi Yu was shaking all over. He had poor physical strength to begin with, and he had stopped running at night after the drugging incident. Two grown men were squeezed together in such a small space like the back seat of the car, and Qi Yu couldn't even stretch his limbs.

He buried his face in the crook of the man's neck, trembling and unable to help crying softly.

Feng Ji felt a tingling sensation in his heart when he heard the voice, and he couldn't help but use some strength on the hand that was holding his waist.

Feeling this help without any warning, Qi Yu widened his eyes, raised his chin suddenly, and his breathing turned into a distorted whimper.

After a long while, Qi Yu finally came back to his senses and rebuked him in a trembling voice: "Didn't you say... that you wouldn't work hard? You always don't keep your word..."

"Because the baby is having such a hard time eating, he looks so pitiful." Feng Ji breathed heavily, slowly moved closer, and kissed Qi Yu's face lovingly, "I know the baby has reached his limit, can I help with the rest?"

Although it was a question, Qi Yu was not given any chance to answer.

Qi Yu just felt like he was doing a bungee jumping game. Feng Ji coaxed him to jump off the platform. His body sank rapidly and was then lifted up quickly. He alternated between the two postures and never got tired of it.

The nerves connected to Hou Yue's brain would send electricity back and forth under this stimulation, completely destroying his shaky sanity.

Inside the underground garage, the Maybach's windows, covered with privacy film, were pitch black, obscuring any view of the interior. Only the engine continued to hum, as if to conceal the unspeakable beauty.

The roar lasted for more than an hour before suddenly stopping.

The tall man was dressed neatly, holding a young man with his eyes closed in his arms. He casually stuffed the car keys into his pocket and walked towards the elevator door not far away.

Qi Yu's face was pressed against his chest, her eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together in clumps, and the casual clothes she was wearing looked like they had been violently ravaged by someone, wrinkled and a little wet.

It was not until he entered the elevator and felt the cool breeze of the air conditioner in the small space that Qi Yu slowly opened his eyes from his limp state and whispered, "It feels uncomfortable... I need to take a shower."

Feng Ji lifted him up a little and coaxed him gently, "I'll wash it right away, but I don't have any baby clothes. Can you put on my pajamas after you finish washing?"

"Hmm..." Qi Yu hummed like a cat. He was extremely tired. He closed his eyes again, and his breathing gradually became steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was really tired today. Even the sounds that came out from time to time after he fell asleep were whimpering and crying. Feng Ji felt soft-hearted when he heard it. He gently washed and dried his whole body, and changed him into his pajamas.

However, the difference in their body shapes was too obvious. His clothes were at least two sizes too big for Qi Yu. Qi Yu had a thin waist, so his pajamas fell down as soon as he put them on. After trying several times without success, Feng Ji just put a shirt and a pair of underwear on him and carried him into the bed.

Qi Yu slept very well. He found a comfortable position and stayed there motionless.

Feng Ji watched him from the side, his heart filled with love and satisfaction.

He raised his hand and rubbed it back and forth on the red face that was steamed by the hot water.

Looking at Qi Yu's peaceful sleeping face, Feng Ji couldn't help but sigh.

He could still hold it back before, but as their sexual connection grew closer, he could no longer control the morbid desire for control in his heart.

It seems that this empty emotion can only be comforted by possessing each other again and again.

His mother was right, he was indeed a madman hiding among normal people.

Feng Ji sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining the same posture and staring at the sleeping person for who knows how long, until Qi Yu turned over in the quilt, he woke up as if from his dream, stood up and left the room.

After looking at the message he had received on his phone twenty minutes ago, he raised his hand and called the driver.

"I just sent you the address of a 4S shop. Go there and tell me my name and phone number. Drive the car to the underground garage and I will come down to get the car keys from you."

The driver on the other end of the line responded immediately, wondering why Mr. Feng usually only liked to drive that Maybach and why he bought a new car. He called a Didi and rushed to the 4S store without stopping.

An hour later, Feng Ji went to the garage, took the car keys from the driver, and returned home.

Qi Yu was still sleeping and was afraid that he would not wake up for a while, so Feng Ji put the car keys in his pocket, ordered a private chef to come to his house for dinner, and then lay down on the bed and held him in his arms.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Feng Ji's cell phone rang on time. He was afraid of disturbing Qi Yu's sleep, so he just took a look and pressed the mute button. He got up alone and went to the back door, and took the whole bag of dinner with a rich aroma from the errand boy.

Dinner was Cantonese cuisine from Qi Yu’s favorite restaurant, which they used to eat there once a week.

After the dishes were spread all over the table, Feng Ji walked into the room and pinched Qi Yu's warm cheek while she slept. "Baby, get up and eat."

Qi Yu frowned when he was pinched by him. He was obviously a little annoyed because his sleep was disturbed. In a daze, he slapped the rebellious hand hard.

The force was so strong that with a "snap" sound, Feng Ji wasn't hurt, but Qi Yu was awakened by the shock.

He opened his sleepy eyes, which were filled with confusion.

"Baby, get up and eat." Ignoring his red hand, Feng Ji squatted down and repeated what he had just said.

Qi Yu finally reacted and grabbed the quilt to cover his head, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep..."

"Eat before you sleep." Feng Ji dug him out of the quilt and carried him to the dining table.

His nose was filled with fragrance, and Qi Yu's empty stomach growled. In the end, the sleepiness was no match for the greed, and he was carried to a cushioned chair and shoveled rice into his mouthful.

"Baby, have some soup."

A bowl of cordyceps and black chicken soup was placed in front of Qi Yu. Qi Yu took a look at it, took it and took a sip. It felt a little hot, so he put it back and prepared to wait until it was warm before drinking it.

Qi Yu was indeed hungry. He paid little attention to Feng Ji throughout the meal. He only slowed down after eating until he was about 60% full. He looked up at the man in front of him who was preparing a second bowl of soup for him and suddenly said, "I have a question for you."

Feng Ji paused while making the soup, "Baby, what do you want to ask?"

Qi Yu looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze and asked, "I clearly didn't tell you that I went to Jingda today. How did you find me?"

The guilt and surprise of being caught during the day dominated everything. Later, he was taken to the car, and the conversation between the two was mostly emotional. And then... Qi Yu fell asleep due to exhaustion.

Now that I have eaten and drunk enough, my sleepy brain has restarted and my thoughts have turned around.

Peking University is so big, and there are so many people in the student activity center, but Feng Ji was able to find him so accurately. There was something strange about it.

However, when Feng Ji heard his question, there was no sign of panic on his face.

The man placed the bowl of soup in front of Qi Yu and replied slowly, "Did you forget? I personally funded the Beijing University Foundation. As usual, the school invited many business owners who had donated to this event. However, it wasn't a big event, so they only informed us by phone."

"I thought I had some time left after finishing up the old house, so I stopped by to take a look. Unexpectedly, I saw you right after I arrived at the event."

“…” This reason sounded reasonable, and Qi Yu silently picked up the bowl and drank a sip of soup.

He knew about Feng Ji's participation in the donation foundation and was also a beneficiary.

It was with this grant that he saved four years of college tuition, and unlike others, he did not have to set aside part of his salary to repay student loans after graduation and work.

In the past, when Beijing University had activities, Feng Ji would be contacted individually, but Feng Ji never participated. Unexpectedly, this time he suddenly had the urge to join in the fun and was caught red-handed.

Qi Yu couldn't tell whether it was a coincidence or bad luck, but his butt still hurt, so it must be bad luck.

After dinner, Qi Yu was completely awake. He didn't plan to continue sleeping, so Feng Ji stuffed a cup of brown sugar pearl crushed ice into his hand like magic, carried him to the sofa, and turned around to clean up the leftovers on the table.

Qi Yu curled up on the sofa, and realized belatedly that Feng Ji had only given him a shirt and underwear. He glanced at the man who was wiping the table. He pulled the hem of his clothes to cover his exposed thighs.

I left in a hurry in the afternoon and haven't looked at my phone since then. Thinking of Fang Kaize's worried expression when I left, I guess there must be a lot of unread messages piled up in my phone now.

Sure enough, when I opened WeChat, Fang Kaize's messages were at the top. The most recent one was sent ten minutes ago, asking if he was okay and whether I should call the police for him since he hadn't replied in so long.

Qi Yu broke out in a cold sweat after seeing this, and quickly clicked in and replied "1", fearing that Fang Kaize would really call the police in an impulsive manner.

After waiting so long for his reply, Fang Kaize finally got it. He cried in the chat box: [Yuzi, you finally replied to me. If you hadn’t replied to me, I would have thought you were kidnapped by President Feng.]

Fang Kaize: [Are you okay? You should be okay?]

Qi Yu: [It’s okay, don’t worry]

Everything is fine except the pain in my butt.

Fang Kaize breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately began to rant on Qi Yu's behalf: "Speaking of which, did Mr. Feng do anything to you when we got home this afternoon? I saw his expression was a bit scary. But even if you hadn't told him about your outing, he couldn't have scolded you. He's just your boss. Why is he so controlling? I've never seen a boss like that."

Fang Kaize: [Do you think he has something wrong here (finger) (brain)?]

Qi Yu stared at the message for a while, then looked up at the man who was about to throw away the trash at the back door and sent a correction message: [Logically speaking, being overly controlling is a mental illness and should have nothing to do with the brain.]

Fang Kaize: [I was just using that as a metaphor. I didn't mean to actually say he was sick. You're taking it too seriously, Yuzi.]

Fang Kaize: [If it were someone else, I might have advised them to quit, but forget it, I can’t persuade you haha ​​...

The most common phrases among Qi Yu's roommates were "The boss is an idiot" and "If you can't stand this, I advise you to quit tomorrow", but no one had ever advised Qi Yu.

The specific reason is very simple. This job has high salary and high commission, and the year-end bonus includes a house with a market value of eight figures. It means you can work less for twenty years. No one would want to quit.

Fang Kaize: [I'm glad to know you're okay. I can now play games without worry. If anything happens, please tell me. Don't keep it to yourself. I'll be your biggest support.]

Qi Yu responded with a "OK" but did not open the dialog box.

His fingertips slowly stroked the screen, finally stopping at the three words "control desire".

What Fang Kaize said made sense. Feng Ji's behavior was sometimes very strange, and it seemed that he could no longer be described as simply clingy.

This made Qi Yu think of the red slap mark on Feng Ji's face.

If it really is a mental illness, does it have anything to do with Feng Ji's family?

However, Feng Ji never mentioned the family matters, and the shareholders were also very secretive about it. Without much useful information, Qi Yu couldn't make any clear analysis.

When Feng Ji came back after throwing away the garbage, he found Qi Yu looking at him thoughtfully.

He walked over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

It was all just a suspicion he had without any evidence to support it, and his subjective feelings were not enough for Qi Yu to ask directly.

He moved his lips, but finally just said, "It's okay. Why didn't you put on pajamas for me?"

"My pajamas are too big for you. They'll fall down," Feng Ji said as he sat down next to Qi Yu. He was much heavier than Qi Yu, and the moment he sat down, the sofa sank. Qi Yu, clutching his phone, slid along the dented surface with a dazed expression, sliding directly into the man's arms.

Feng Ji hugged him and sniffed Qi Yu's hair, "Why are you throwing yourself into my arms?"

Qi Yu rolled his eyes quietly and pushed him with his leg, wanting to sit next to him. This push touched Feng Ji's slightly protruding pocket, and was hit by the thing inside.

Qi Yu moved aside, looked down, and muttered, "What is that..."

Feng Ji followed his gaze and suddenly said, "This is for you."

"For me?" Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look, but because of the pocket between them, he couldn't be sure what was inside.

Feng Ji moved his legs towards him and said, "Take it out and you'll know what it is."

Hearing his tone that everything was normal, Qi Yu hesitated for a moment, but still reached into the man's leg pocket, and soon touched an irregular object with a smooth surface.

The thing was not big. Qi Yu pinched the head and took it out of his pocket with a little force.

When he saw clearly what was in his hand, Qi Yu's eyes widened slightly and he looked at the man next to him in surprise.

Lying in his palm was a car key designed in the shape of a racing car. The front of the key was inlaid with the brand logo in black, yellow and red. The smooth arc of the car body made it look more like a racing car ready to charge than a key.

Qi Yu didn't know much about cars, but he could tell that this was the key to a Porsche Cayenne.

"Why would you give me this?"

"A gift for becoming a regular employee." Feng Ji squeezed the hand on his shoulder gently, as if a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "I'll give it to you."

Qi Yu stared at him for a while and felt like laughing.

At that time, this person was angry for the whole day because he gave Liang Nanxing a gift for his promotion, and he also asked Qi Yu why he didn't give him a gift.

After this incident, Qi Yu didn't take it too seriously. Who knew that this person had secretly prepared something in private.

But this gift is much more expensive than his scented candles. Qi Yu's mood now is exactly the same as the day he received the real estate certificate. He looks at the thing in his hand as if he is looking at a hot potato.

After all, now is not the time to give out year-end bonuses. It is said to be a gift for his regularization, but who would give a car as a regularization gift?

Qi Yu immediately said: "Boss Feng, I don't--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Ji wrapped his hand around his, pushed the car key to Qi Yu's chest, and whispered, "The car is already parked in the garage, and it can't be moved back. I've also arranged a parking space, and it can't be moved back either."

After saying that, he added: "It's not much money. You are my assistant. If you drive a nice car, it will increase my reputation."

I gave a lot of reasons, but the ultimate goal was to get him to accept it.

Qi Yu's lips moved, he couldn't tell what he felt, he just felt as if his heart had turned into a pot of pink soup, being roasted on the fire, bubbling.

This feeling was very wrong. Qi Yu shook his head and tried to say something to divert his attention. "When did you... buy it?"

"Monday night." Feng Ji played with his free hand, reminiscing as he answered, "I wanted to take you the next day, but there was no car available, so it was delayed until today."

"Thanks to you, the project is going smoothly and the new series will be available in a few months."

"Take it. Just think of it as an early year-end bonus for you, okay?"

Now that things had come to this, Qi Yu no longer refused, but since he was not wearing pajamas and his shirt had no pockets, he stuffed the car keys back into Feng Ji's pocket.

Qi Yu still felt it was a little unreal that he suddenly became a car owner.

He got his driver's license in college and joined Feng's company after graduation. At first, he rented a house and always took the subway. Later, Feng Ji gave him his current house as a year-end bonus. He usually took Feng Ji's car to and from get off work and rarely used the car himself, so the idea of ​​buying a car was put on hold.

Now that I think about it, it’s not bad to have my own car. Whether I’m going out on the weekend or on a road trip, I can just step on the accelerator and go.

He was lost in thought when Feng Ji's voice came from the side, "Holiday is almost here, baby, have you decided where to go?"

"Huh?" Qi Yu came back to his senses, flipped through the calendar, and realized that National Day was next month.

After the National Day, it will be the Chinese New Year after a few months of work. However, it seems that Grandma Wang will go to her son's place to celebrate the New Year this year, so Qi Yu does not plan to go back to his hometown this year. He does not have to squeeze into the Spring Festival travel rush in Beijing and can just order takeout for the New Year's Eve dinner, which is convenient.

Feng Ji had been waiting for Qi Yu's answer, but the man just said "Hmm?" and then fell silent. He waited for a long time and found that Qi Yu didn't seem to be thinking about his question, but was staring at the calendar in a daze.

What's so good about the calendar?

Feng Ji raised his hand speechlessly and pinched his cheek twice, "Baby, come back to your senses."

"Sorry..." Qi Yu's mouth was pinched into a little chicken mouth, and he spoke vaguely, "I haven't decided where to go yet. There is still a month. We'll talk about it then."

Feng Ji: "Since you haven't made up your mind, can I book your time for National Day?"

Qi Yu freed his face from his grasp, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Do you remember when you were cooking wontons in the kitchen after you were discharged from the hospital and got scalded by the water?"

Qi Yu had forgotten, but after being reminded by him, he immediately remembered and nodded in response, "I remember."

But what does this have to do with going out during the National Day holiday?

"..." Feng Ji knew he didn't remember from his stunned expression, "You said you had Mercury retrograde and that you wanted to go to the temple with me to get a peace charm. Did you forget?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me out, but I never got the chance, so I decided to ask you out."

When Qi Yu heard this, his brain stopped for a moment.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, what did he mean by he wanted to go to the temple with Feng Ji? Why did he remember that Feng Ji insisted on going with him?

Qi Yu wanted to refute, but Feng Ji had already started to describe to him the various procedures of the National Day trip.

The temple is right at the border of Beijing City and the neighboring province. They can drive there, which is very convenient.

I heard that the talismans obtained in that temple are very effective and the fortune-telling results are very accurate.

Qi Yu was stunned by what he heard. He raised his hand to interrupt him and asked in confusion, "I was having a series of bad luck that day, so I wanted to ask for a peace amulet. You seem to have everything you need, so what do you want?"

"I also want to ask for a talisman for you." Feng Ji smiled and raised his hand to brush away the loose hair from Qi Yu's forehead.

"Take my share and I'll bless you with success."

Qi Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he blinked lightly under his gaze. "What about you? Don't you want one?"

"As requested." Feng Ji nodded.

Qi Yu looked at him curiously.

Feng Ji curled his lips, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and left a light word in Qi Yu's ear.

"Here's the peace amulet for you. I want to ask for a marriage amulet."

Qi Yu was stunned and repeated, "Marriage Talisman?"

Most people go to temples to pray for wealth, safety and good marriage, which is nothing surprising.

But for some reason, when these three words came out of Feng Ji's mouth, Qi Yu always felt uncomfortable, and the expression on his face unconsciously became much duller.

"Yes, a marriage talisman." Feng Ji's gaze fell on his face without blinking. "Other people start a family first and then build a career. I've already built a career for so long, it's time for me to start a family."

When he said this, his eyes never left Qi Yu's face, but the person in his arms seemed not to feel it. He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not even glance at him.

Feng Ji suddenly became anxious, "Baby, what are you thinking about? Why don't you look up at me?"

Qi Yu didn't know what he was thinking, just like he couldn't understand why he felt empty in his heart because of these simple three words.

After a long while, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly broke free from Feng Ji's arms. Without paying any attention to Feng Ji who was calling him from behind, he strode towards the room.

"I probably haven't slept well yet. I'm too tired and it affects my mood."

"I'm going to sleep first. Good night, Mr. Feng."

Feng Ji: “…”

Throwing a wink at Mu Tou...Why are you suddenly saying goodnight when we were chatting so happily?

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Author's words: Mr. Feng: I deliberately said such ambiguous words while staring at my wife to see how she would react [pitiful]

77: Now that things have come to this, let’s go to sleep first

Mr. Feng: [Cracked]

(ps: The reporting section in the previous chapter has been edited. My wife who wants to read it can go back and take a look. It doesn’t affect anything if she doesn’t read it [ok] I’m so sleepy today. I write very slowly and it’s so clunky that I’m late. I’ll give everyone red envelopes in the comment section [kiss]