Chapter 51: The Underwear Thief “I shouldn’t have done anything obscene to your underwear…

Qi Yu's hands were shaking as he held the pajamas.

He found it incredible and deeply ashamed. His ears burned red, but no matter how hard his brain raced, he couldn't figure out Feng Ji's train of thought.

Why steal a set of old pajamas worth 35 yuan?

He stared at the pajamas that had been hidden in Feng Ji's underwear for who knows how long, but he calmed down in the end.

If there is one, there must be two. Since he has already found one from Feng Ji's closet, there must be a second and a third one hidden there.

There is a saying that goes, when you find a cockroach, your house is already full of insects.

Although comparing clothes to cockroaches is a bit disgusting, it does make sense.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yu rubbed his hot earlobes, and tried to calm himself down. He put the pajamas on the edge of the bed and went to the cloakroom to pick out a new suit.

When I went downstairs, the driver was already waiting in front of the garage elevator.

The driver saw him and greeted him as usual, but when Qi Yu got into the back seat of the car, he found that Special Assistant Qi... didn't seem to be in a very good mood today?

However, whether he is in a good mood or not is not something he, a driver, should care about. Special Assistant Qi is in love with President Feng, which falls within President Feng's business scope.

Although the boss is a domineering boss, he also has to coax his wife!

In order to let the couple meet as soon as possible, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the Maybach sped towards the club.

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In the club's lounge, Zhou Jiacheng went to the room where the waiter who spilled the wine was locked up to question him. Feng Ji was standing in front of the bathroom in the lounge, wearing only a bathrobe.

He had already taken off his soiled suit and wiped the wine stains off his body. For the time being, he could only wait for Qi Yu to come in his yukata.

The driver sent a message informing him that he had received Qi Yu and that he would arrive in about five minutes.

Feng Ji was in a good mood, thinking about continuing the banquet with Qi Yu later, and even his steps were filled with a hint of joy.

There was a waiter arranged by Zhou Jiacheng at the entrance of the club to specifically receive Qi Yu. As soon as the Maybach stopped at the gate, the waiter hurriedly came forward and took the initiative to open the car door for the visitor.

The car door opened, and a foot in leather shoes stepped out first, stepping firmly on the ground.

The moment he saw the person getting out of the car, the waiter almost couldn't control the expression on his face.

Didn’t Mr. Zhou ask him to take over as Mr. Feng’s assistant?

This... is this just an assistant?

Seeing that superior face up close, he almost thought that the person getting out of the car was a new star from some entertainment company.

Is the threshold for being an assistant so high now?

He kept muttering to himself, and after Qi Yu closed the door, he immediately walked in front to lead the way for Qi Yu.

There are two ways to the lounge on the second floor of the club. One is to enter from the main door, take the stairs or elevator, and the other is to enter from the side door of the club, avoiding the crowd in the banquet hall on the first floor.

The waiter wanted to bring people in from the first floor, but was rejected by Qi Yu.

The two took the elevator from the side door to the second floor and finally stopped in front of the largest lounge on the second floor.

Qi Yu nodded to the waiter and knocked gently on the door.

Soon, a familiar voice came from inside: "Come in."

He pushed the door open and walked in, and the eyes of the two people on the sofa were instantly cast on him.

Seeing that it was him, Feng Ji immediately stood up and walked to Qi Yu in two steps. He took the bag containing the dress from his hand and said, "My dear, you are here. I had an accident. I am sorry for taking the trouble to deliver the dress for me."

Qi Yu opened her mouth, looked at the handsome face of the man so close to her, and wanted to say something, but when she met the gaze of Zhou Jiacheng who was sitting on the sofa next to her, she closed her mouth again.

This kind of thing needs to be resolved privately behind closed doors.

With outsiders here, he really couldn't say it.

So Qi Yu walked to the sofa and slowly sat down.

"Honey, I'm going to change my clothes first. I'll come to you right after I'm done."

Feng Ji took the bag and quickly walked to the locker room, leaving Qi Yu and Zhou Jiacheng alone in the entire front hall.

Qi Yu's eyes swept over the wine-stained suit and shirt not far away, frowned, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, what's going on?"

This kind of situation had never happened before when he accompanied Feng Ji to a banquet.

Zhou Jiacheng, who was crunching a box of butter cookies, couldn't help but chuckle at the words. "That's hilarious! At the banquet tonight, Feng Ji and I went to a corner to rest. He was texting you when a waiter rushed over with a clear goal and poured wine on him. I couldn't stop him."

"Later, he offered to compensate for the clothes and begged Feng Ji not to be angry. He wanted to take Feng Ji to the second-floor lounge to change clothes."

The more Qi Yu listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why does this plot seem familiar? Has he heard it somewhere before?

Zhou Jiacheng continued, "I had someone detain that waiter. He threatened him without even asking any questions, and he immediately spilled the beans about who was behind this."

"There's a nouveau riche who sneaked into the banquet today. He's been trying to connect with the Feng family, but Feng Ji ignored him no matter how many channels he tried."

"When he heard Feng Ji was coming to the banquet, he picked up this stupid trick from somewhere. He found a pretty boy to play the waiter, poured wine on Feng Ji, and planned to take him to the lounge and have sex with him... Do you think he's read too many novels and his brain has been damaged?"

Qi Yu: “…”

Isn’t this the plot that Jiang Yichuan described? He found it incomprehensible at the time. What kind of brain circuit could come up with such a practice of hurting the enemy by 800 and hurting oneself by 1,000?

Now it seems that when he thinks the plot of the novel is stupid enough, reality always hits him hard again.

Qi Yu pinched his nose for the second time today, and asked with a headache, "Does this need me to handle this?"

After all, he came here for Feng Ji. He is Feng Ji's special assistant, and this is within his job scope.

But the person was captured by Zhou Jiacheng, and the action was taken on Zhou family territory, so he had to ask Zhou Jiacheng's opinion first.

Zhou Jiacheng waved his hand. "It's no big deal. There's no need to trouble Special Assistant Qi. I asked the waiter. He has a gambling father, a sick mother, and a younger brother who is in school. He's broken. Even if he sold his whole family, he still couldn't afford to pay for that suit."

"I'll ask Mr. Chen from Yaoxing Entertainment about this matter. How could he let such an upstart with ulterior motives into his banquet? We don't need to do anything, and he will give Feng Ji an explanation."

"As for that waiter..." Zhou Jiacheng sighed, not knowing what he was thinking. "Now that I think about it, his setting is exactly the same as the protagonist in those melodramatic novels. He just hit the wrong person. I hope he can splash his money on his soulmate next time."

"Don't splash Feng Ji anymore, he'll really die."

Qi Yu couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw so many straight men around him who read BL novels. "Mr. Zhou is well-read and a cultured person."

"Hahahahahahaha." Zhou Jiacheng said modestly, "No, no! I just read it in my spare time to cultivate my sentiments!"

The conversation between the two did not last long, and Feng Ji walked out of the locker room wearing the clothes brought by Qi Yu.

Zhou Jiacheng glanced at him, stood up and said, "Now that you've changed your clothes, shall we go?"

Qi Yu: "Where are you going?"

Feng Ji had already pressed himself against him and said tentatively, "Let's go to the banquet hall. Honey, will you come with me?"

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Didn't I say I wouldn't go?"

Feng Ji walked over and grabbed his hand, his tone softening. "You're here to deliver clothes to me as my assistant. Even if you come with me now, no one will say anything."

What he said was indeed true. If it were in the past, Qi Yu might have agreed.

But since his pajamas had just been stolen, Qi Yu was not very interested in going to the party. He wanted to go back and see how many surprises he could find in that closet.

Qi Yu pulled his hand back and looked at the man in front of him who looked like a normal person. He could not connect him with the pervert who hid the clothes.

Feng Ji felt his whole body crawl under his gaze. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Qi Yu say in a strange tone, "I won't be attending the banquet. When you come back in the evening, I have something to ask you."

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Feng Ji's reaction.

Halfway through the walk, she heard the sound of a man behind her frantically trying to catch up. She turned around and warned, "Don't follow me."

Feng Ji's footsteps suddenly felt as if they were filled with lead, and he stopped in his tracks.

Under his gaze, Qi Yu left the lounge, this time still leaving through the side door without disturbing anyone present.

"Hey, hey, everyone's gone, what are you still looking at?"

Zhou Jiacheng raised his hand and waved it in front of Feng Ji, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Special Assistant Qi?"

Feng Ji didn't know what was wrong with Qi Yu. He was clearly fine before he left, and Qi Yu even gave him a sweet farewell kiss. How come his attitude suddenly changed after such a short while?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhou Jiacheng recalled the expression on Qi Yu's face just now, and suddenly asked uncertainly: "Um, you...you didn't do anything to let down Qi Special Assistant, did you?"

After saying this, he almost got slapped in the face by Feng Ji.

Zhou Jiacheng was so scared that he covered his head and ran away. "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, brother. I heard that Special Assistant Qi had something to ask you! If it's just a small matter, you can ask it here. Why do you have to wait for you to come home... I'm just speculating. I really don't mean to say that you must have wronged him!"

His words made Feng Ji even more dizzy.

"Please tell Mr. Chen that I can't attend the next banquet."

Feng Ji finished speaking and extended his hand towards Zhou Jiacheng, "Give me your car keys."

The driver sent Qi Yu back, and he had to catch up with him immediately.

A boring party is not as important as his wife.

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The Maybach drove Qi Yu back to Yulong Bay again. As soon as Qi Yu got out of the car, the driver received a call from Feng Ji.

"Has it been delivered?"

"I've got it, I've got it." The driver said hurriedly, "Boss Feng, I'll go back and pick you up right away."

Feng Ji: "I'm back in Zhou Jiacheng's car. Go to the club and wait for Zhou Jiacheng. After the banquet, send him back to the Zhou family."

Driver: “Got it!”

As soon as he got home, Qi Yu went straight to the master bedroom.

The pajamas were still lying quietly at the end of the bed. Qi Yu glanced over them and squatted in front of the drawer. After making sure that he had made sufficient mental preparations, he opened it again.

The drawer was very deep, both horizontally and vertically, and could hold a lot of things. Her fair fingers picked up the neatly stacked men's underwear on the top and kept searching down.

After pulling all of Feng Ji's clothes out of the drawer and putting them aside, Qi Yu felt as if his eyes went dark when he saw the familiar clothes stored in the deepest part of the drawer.

The pajamas were placed at the end of the bed, and the upper part of the pajamas was also found. When he lifted them up, he revealed many scattered items underneath that could evoke Qi Yu's brief memories.

The first thing was that he accompanied Feng Ji to a dinner party and drank a glass of wine, which ruined the white shirt he was wearing that day.

He passed out after getting drunk and was brought back by Feng Ji to be taken care of. When he woke up the next day, he found himself at his boss's house and was terrified.

When he asked Feng Ji why his clothes were missing, Feng Ji told him that the clothes were dirty and could not be worn, so he threw them away on his own initiative.

Qi Yu was filled with embarrassment at the time, thinking that "not only did he fail to help his boss solve his problems, but he also became a troublemaker himself." When Feng Ji said he had thrown it away, he really thought he had thrown it away. After all, it was just a shirt, and he really didn't want to pursue it further.

But now...

Qi Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the wrinkled white shirt in his hand, which looked like it had been rubbed countless times by someone. A thin layer of red appeared on his face, and he didn't know whether it was out of shame or anger.

How long had he been in the company, and Feng Ji had already started hiding his clothes?!

Not only did he hide it, he also pretended to be so innocent, as if he was not the one who did such a thing.

This kind of man is the most scheming!

Qi Yu held the pajamas and white shirt in his hands, one on each side, and placed them at the end of the bed.

Then, he returned to the drawer and pinched the edge of another piece of cloth with trembling fingers.

When Qi Yu buys things, as long as he thinks they are useful and comfortable to wear, he will keep buying them. You can say that he is loyal, or you can say that he is trying to save trouble.

This habit will not change even if it is placed on underwear.

This meant that even though the underwear in front of him was wrinkled and loose due to something, he still recognized it as his underwear at a glance!

Qi Yu spread the underwear out in front of him, his eyes like a torch, scanning it inch by inch, finally stopping at the faint dent in the middle that looked like it was poked by something huge.

Although the mark is very shallow, this is pure cotton fabric with inherent elasticity. How much effort must have been used, and how many times must it have been used to leave a mark that exceeds the fabric's elasticity limit?!

What had this pair of underwear been through without his knowledge?

Qi Yu closed his eyes and silently digested it for a long time before looking at the clothes folded under his underwear.

A black T-shirt and a pair of light blue washed jeans.

Familiar clothes, familiar underwear, familiar combinations.

He remembered it all.

That day, he went out to have dinner with his roommates without Feng Ji's knowledge. He got drunk with fruit wine and was taken home by Feng Ji who rushed over to take care of him. When he woke up the next day, he found that his underwear and clothes were gone. He was wearing Feng Ji's pajamas. When he took off his pajamas, he found Feng Ji's underwear inside again!

What did Feng Ji say then? He said he was drunk and vomited, soiling his clothes and underwear, so Feng Ji changed him into his own clothes and even considerately helped him throw away the soiled clothes.

He spoke exactly the same words as the first time he was drunk, acting like a caring and good boss, and Qi Yu believed him again.

Then, Feng Ji told him that he didn't want the pajamas and underwear that Qi Yu was wearing anymore, so he could just take them off and throw them in the trash can at the back door.

Qi Yu thought that Feng Ji didn't want to wear clothes that had been worn by other people, so it was reasonable for him to throw them away. So after taking a shower, he packed up the two things and threw them away according to the other party's wishes.

Not long after, Feng Ji put on the same pajamas that he had thrown away!

He thought Feng Ji had bought the same item again, but now it seems that he was just recycling old items!

Even the pajamas were recycled, not to mention the underwear that was put together with the pajamas...

The dead memories are attacking Qi Yu desperately.

He staggered and placed his underwear and T-shirt next to his white shirt, as if all his energy had been sucked out of him in an instant.

When he returned to the drawer and squatted down, what he saw was no longer clothes, but a small rectangular box.

When his fingers unfastened the buckle, the lid of the box automatically popped open in front of Qi Yu.

The contents of the box were displayed in front of Qi Yu.

The things inside were very ordinary, but they awakened Qi Yu's long-dormant memories.

That was the spoon Feng Ji used to feed him when he went to the hospital cafeteria to bring him food after he fainted from working overtime late at night and was sent to the hospital.

If he remembered correctly, after Feng Ji fed him, when the takeaway he ordered for himself was delivered, the merchant did not provide any cutlery, so Feng Ji could only finish his lunch with the spoon he had used.

He was unwilling at the time, so Feng Ji went to the toilet to wash the spoon in front of him, and Qi Yu reluctantly accepted it.

Now that I think about it, it’s not appropriate to say that it happened in front of him, because Qi Yu was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip and couldn’t move. He could only hear the sound of water flowing after the faucet was turned on.

At that time he still felt lucky to have washed it.

But now, considering the evidence in this cabinet...did Feng Ji really clear himself of guilt at that time?

Would someone who even took away the spoon he had eaten from and hid it so deeply really wash it?

Feng Ji wouldn't just want to eat his saliva, right?

Qi Yu: “……………………”

Qi Yu: “……………………………………”

Qi Yu's silence was deafening.

He squatted there for a long time like a mushroom that had lost its ideals, until his legs became numb. Then he staggered to his feet and placed the small box containing the spoon at the end of the bed.

Pajamas, white shirt, underwear, T-shirt, jeans, and spoons were lined up in order at the end of the bed. Qi Yu stood in front of these things, looking back and forth with a sense of relief that "it's finally gone."

He looked at the items that had been stolen by his immediate superior as if he were looking at the Feng Ji Victims Alliance.

"This damn pervert..." Qi Yu squatted weakly in front of the bed, wanting to call Feng Ji back from the banquet and give him a good scolding.

Suddenly, as if in response to him, the sound of fingerprint unlocking came from outside the door.

Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

Qi Yu looked up when he heard the voice and met the eyes of the anxious man at the door.

Feng Ji's gaze first fell on Qi Yu's face, and the next moment he noticed the things lined up at the end of the bed and the wardrobe with the door wide open.

In an instant, the anxious expression on his face seemed to be paused. From beginning to end, his whole body was stiff like a living terracotta warrior in a suit.

No one in the room spoke first.

After a while, the man's weak and guilty voice came from the door, "Wife..."

Qi Yu held his forehead with his hand as he felt a headache. He took a deep breath and said to him, "Get in here right now."

Fortunately, I am still willing to pay attention to him.

Feng Jiru was pardoned and hurried in.

As soon as he arrived, he knelt down on one knee in front of Qi Yu. He wanted to shake the young man's hand but didn't dare, so he could only call out, "Wife..."

Qi Yu put down his hand, stared at his guilty face, and asked unhappily, "Do you feel guilty now? Why didn't you feel guilty when you secretly hid my things?"

Feng Ji couldn't stand his accusing gaze, so he slowly lowered his head and lowered his voice, "I'm sorry, honey, it's all my fault. I have evil intentions and am greedy. Please don't be angry, okay..."

Qi Yu glanced at the most wrinkled white shirt and underwear at the end of the bed, then looked away with an expression of disapproval. He asked, "I'll give you one chance. You must answer each of my next questions seriously and honestly."

Feng Ji had just raised his head when Qi Yu's first question came at him.

"You stole that white shirt after you got drunk at my first dinner party, didn't you? Why did you steal it?"

Feng Ji stammered, as if he found it difficult to say what he was about to say.

Qi Yu was furious when he saw him like this, "Tell me now! If you don't, you'll sleep on the sofa tonight!"

Feng Ji immediately became obedient and didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He immediately replied, "I...at that time, I found that I seemed to have fallen in love with you, but I was afraid of scaring you, so I never dared to say it."

"You were by my side every day. I would miss you when I was working during the day, and I would dream about you at night. My mind was full of you... I felt that you smelled so good, and I couldn't help but want to get closer to you..."

"I miss you every day. Thinking about that period, I often suffer from insomnia. It seems that I can only fall asleep when I smell your scent."

"Later, at that dinner, you were drunk. I had originally thought of letting you sleep over at my place, but when I saw you lying on my bed, looking so pretty and well-behaved, I decided to secretly take one of your clothes. That way, I wouldn't let you notice, and I could... comfort myself."

At this point, he observed Qi Yu's expression and whispered, "Wife, I'm done."

Qi Yu held his forehead with his hand because of his answer.

During that period, Feng Ji's mental state was indeed not very good. His eyes were often blue and dark, and he drank coffee more frequently than usual. But he recovered after a while.

At that time, Qi Yu thought it was because he was too tired from work, but now Feng Ji told him that it was because he couldn’t smell... couldn’t smell his scent that he couldn’t sleep?

Qi Yu asked in disbelief: "So, the reason why the shirt is wrinkled is because of you... it's because of you..."

He couldn't bring himself to say it, but Feng Ji took the initiative to admit his guilt, "I smelled it."

Qi Yu: “…”

Qi Yu: "...Do you smell it every night?"

Feng Ji: “I smell it every night.”

Even though he said it was not shameful, Qi Yu felt ashamed and could not help but raise his fist and hit the man hard on the chest.

Feng Ji groaned as he was hammered by him, and instinctively wanted to grab that hand and rub it.

Qi Yu didn't give him the chance at all and immediately dodged away, asking, "What about my underwear? They were perfectly neat when I put them on, so how come after you stole them... there are all these weird marks on them?"

Perhaps it was because the white shirt set a good example, Feng Ji no longer hesitated, and told Qi Yu everything he asked.

"Because my wife's underwear smells so good...it smells like it's tempting me. Every time I think of my wife, I can't help it..."

"Honey, you know, without you, it's hard for me to finish... and the process isn't comfortable at all. So I can only borrow your underwear to help. I'm sorry..."

Qi Yu: “…”

Qi Yu looked at him, then looked at the underwear lying quietly on the bed, unable to speak or cry for help, and closed his eyes helplessly.

"So, how many times have you used...used it?"

Feng Ji pondered silently, and finally answered honestly: "Many times, but I don't remember the exact number."

So many times that I can’t even remember.

When Qi Yu thought about how not long after graduation, this guy had stolen her clothes and sniffed them every night, and even had her underwear taken away to do that kind of thing more than once, her ears blushed and she cursed, "Why are you so lewd!"

Feng Ji moved closer to him. Even when he was half-squatting in front of Qi Yu, his tall body looked like a small hill.

He admitted his mistake sincerely.

"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have done such a lewd thing to your... underwear."

"But I swear, since we got together, I have never used them again, and I even locked them all in a drawer. Honey, don't be angry, I will never do such a thing again!"

This was the biggest crisis they had faced since they were together. Feng Ji nervously looked at the embarrassed and angry young man in front of him and shouted again, "Wife, wife, say something..."

Qi Yu pointed at the row of things at the end of the bed and said to him, "Throw them all away."

It was so embarrassing to have these things in front of him that Qi Yu didn't want to see them again.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ji stood up immediately without saying a word, scooped up the clothes that he had once loved so much and stuffed them into the bag.

He walked out of the room quickly, his back looking determined, but when he actually opened the back door and was about to throw everything into the trash can without leaving a single thing, he hesitated again.

Although these things have gradually lost the scent of Qi Yu with the passage of time, and he has not touched these clothes for a long time, these are Qi Yu's things after all, and they have accompanied him through many days and nights of longing like a surging tide. Now that he really has to throw them all away, he really can't bear to do so.

These are all his treasures... He accumulated this much in three years. He originally planned to keep them sealed forever as a commemoration of the past, but he was caught red-handed by the real culprit today.

His wife asked him to throw it away, and he had to do it to appease her. But standing in front of the trash can, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Just as Feng Ji was standing at the back door facing the trash can, struggling with his inner thoughts, Qi Yu slowly walked out of the room barefoot.

He stared at the man's hesitant back, and appeared behind Feng Ji silently like a ghost.

He opened his mouth, leaned close to Feng Ji's ear, and said in a faint voice, "Throw it away, you underwear thief."

"You always steal my underwear anyway. If you throw it away this time, you can just steal another pair next time."

Feng Ji's spine instantly stiffened, and blood rushed to his brain. He closed his eyes and made up his mind. The garbage bag slipped out of his hand, forming a perfect parabola in the air, hitting the center of the trash can!

After throwing the things away, Feng Ji felt like a hole in his heart. He turned around, looked at Qi Yu pitifully, and reached out to pull him.

"I threw it away, wife..."

"I won't steal your underwear again. Can you forgive me?"

Qi Yu dodged again, frowned and said coldly: "I don't want to forgive you yet."

"Whenever I see you now, I think of you stealing my underwear and doing something bad. You sleep on the sofa tonight."

Feng Jitian was devastated, "Wife!"

Qi Yu: "If you don't want to sleep on the sofa, then I'll go back to my house and we can sleep in our own houses."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the room.

Feng Ji followed behind him, his back was desolate, and his voice was mournful, "Honey, I was just joking, I'm sleeping on the sofa, don't go back..."

Qi Yu ignored the man's wailing. He lowered his head, clicked on the WeChat notes, deleted all the previous rules, and wrote a new one:

[His cold and ruthless appearance is all fake. He's extremely lustful! He likes to steal people's clothes, especially underwear, behind their backs. Don't indulge him. Sleep in separate rooms for at least half a month until he's free from lust.]

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