Chapter 43
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After the ceremony, Wang Zhi followed Gao Bochong to greet the guests.
The guests invited by Gao Bo Chong were all big shots, which dazzled Wang Zhi. However, he had to pretend to be calm and could only exclaim in his heart.
After a round of pleasantries, Wang Zhi felt a little tired. Gao Bochong supported his waist and asked, "Do you want to go get something to eat first?"
Wang Zhi had eaten very little this morning to look good in his formal attire, and was indeed feeling a bit hungry. He glanced at the guests he had invited, and was a bit worried about whether he had given them the cold shoulder.
But... I can't let Gao Bochong greet and toast with my friends.
Wang Zhi said sweetly, "Then let's take a break together. You've been busy for so long, and Big Brother has worked hard."
Gao Bochong said, "You go eat first, there are still guests to be served."
Wang Zhi didn't suspect anything and quickly went to eat a hamburger. When he hurried out, he saw that the person Gao Bo Chong was greeting was his friend from the entertainment industry whom he had invited.
Wang Zhi was a little surprised.
He thought Gao Bo Chong was going to entertain distinguished guests, so he didn't go out to eat with him, but he didn't expect that he wanted to stay to entertain his friends.
Wang Zhi couldn't explain what he felt. He looked at Gao Bochong with mixed emotions. Gao Bochong suddenly looked over, smiled, and waved at him: "Zhizhi."
Wang Zhi hurried over and took Gao Bochong's arm: "I'm coming."
He leaned very close, his attitude naturally intimate. Although the fragrance on his body was very faint, it still drifted clearly to my nose amidst the lingering aroma of wine and flowers.
Gao Bochong paused, then shook one of his hands with his backhand and said gently, "I was just talking to Director Cheng about you. He said you performed very well on the set."
Cheng Keyi never dreamed that Gao Bochong would come to chat with him in person. Even though he usually looked very reserved and mature, he was a little excited now and said, "Xiao Wang is making rapid progress. I told him a problem, and he will definitely not make the same mistake again next time."
Gao Bochong smiled and said, "Yes, Zhizhi has always been smart."
Wang Zhi blushed a little at what they said.
Is this a mutual flattery session?
Wang Zhi said embarrassedly: "The director is indeed a good teacher."
Cheng Keyi chuckled, thinking that Wang Zhi was indeed a good actor. After marrying into a wealthy family, she was obviously very much loved, yet she didn't have a bit of arrogance, unlike some people who, once they got a little too high, became oblivious to the immensity of the world.
Leng Neyan from "Some People" stood by and listened to the director praising Wang Zhi. He was not convinced, but felt that it was reasonable.
Alas, Wang Zhi is now Mrs. Gao and is not in the same class as them. It is only right that she is praised so highly.
How did he manage to charm Gao Bochong? Gao Bochong even doted on him to the point of letting him go out for dinner and entertaining them himself!
Leng Neyan was completely convinced and felt really inferior to Wang Zhi. There was more respect in his eyes when he looked at Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi noticed his gaze and looked over. Leng Neyan quickly smiled warmly and a little flatteringly.
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Wang Zhi pretended not to see it and turned his head away silently.
The banquet lasted until the evening. Wang Zhi went from being nervous and excited at the beginning to being numb and indifferent later on. In particular, many big men, who looked high and mighty, came to talk to him in a very approachable manner. Wang Zhi was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so his mind was racing. It was still early in the banquet, and he was already a little confused.
It turns out that being a boss is so hard and requires so much talking.
Wang Zhi stood there blankly with a glass of champagne, looking pitiful.
Gao Bochong, the owner of the building next to him, pinched his shoulder and said, "Go back and have some sleep."
Wang Zhi was still a little slow to react: "If I sleep now, I won't be able to sleep at night."
Gao Bochong smiled and said, "Are you still planning to sleep at night?"
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Wang Zhi understood immediately, his face turned pale, and he stammered, "Then... then I'll go back first."
"Go ahead." Gao Bochong was in a really good mood. He put his arm around Wang Zhi's waist and rubbed it, "Be good and wait for me."
Why are you always so handsy?
Wang Zhi felt uncomfortable and a little hairy all over after being rubbed by him. The places where he was rubbed became hot, but it was not painful, but a strange feeling.
The waiter led Wang Zhi out of the banquet hall. Fireworks were still being set off outside, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.
The crystal church not far away reflected a dazzling array of light and shadows, glittering like a palace of jade. Wang Zhi couldn't help but stop and stare for a moment before continuing on his way. He had thought he was heading back to the hotel, but unexpectedly, the waiter led him into the magnificent, obviously ancient castle.
...I thought it was a cultural relic, for viewing only.
Wang Zhi looked around curiously. The castle looked classical and elegant on the outside, but the interior was luxurious and modern. The crystal chandeliers in the hall were magnificent, and everything looked like it had been carved with money.
It looks like the castle where the princess and prince live in a fairy tale.
The waiter brought him in and then left. Wang Zhi groped his way up to the second floor by himself. After pushing open the two largest double-door carved wooden doors, he found that it was the master bedroom.
...I'm going to sleep with Gao Bo Chong again.
But tonight, Gao Bochong will definitely not read stories to him again.
It's hard to guess what to do.
The waist that had been rubbed became hot again. Wang Zhi hurriedly took a shower. After changing into a bathrobe, he was no longer sleepy. He walked around and found that there was a cloakroom next to the bathroom. The clothes in it were classified according to the four seasons. The clothes were hung on the wardrobes that covered three whole walls. The drawers that were opened casually were piled with various jewels, which made people feel like they had accidentally entered the treasure of King Solomon.
When did Gao Bochong start preparing?
Wang Zhi casually pulled out a ruby necklace. The huge pigeon blood rubies sparkled with charming light. It was a bit too extravagant to wear around the neck. Wang Zhi tried to buckle it around his waist as a belt, and unexpectedly the size was just right.
After looking at himself in the mirror, Wang Zhi was satisfied. After pushing open another door, he couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".
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At the end of the dinner, Gao Bochong hurried away and returned to the castle he had prepared for Wang Zhi.
If it were up to Gao Bochong's own preferences, he would definitely not live in such a place, no matter how romantic it looked. However, these buildings were more than a hundred years old and the internal facilities were extremely old. Gao Bochong had them renovated from the inside out, and only then did it barely meet Gao Bochong's standards for being habitable.
But why did I choose this place...
Gao Bochong recalled the time when he read stories to Wang Zhi, and Wang Zhi said enviously, "It's so nice to be a prince. You can live in a castle."
Since he likes it, it’s not a big deal to have someone prepare it myself.
If Wang Zhi knew that Gao Bo Chong chose this place as his wedding house because of his irrelevant remarks, he would definitely think it was a bit exaggerated.
Who would spend so much money to renovate an ancient castle just because of someone else's words?
But Gao Bochong can.
Because he was rich, he was willing to spend money on Wang Zhi.
After entering the castle, Gao Bochong did not go directly to the second floor. Instead, he washed up in the guest room on the first floor. After making sure that there was no smell of alcohol on his body, he slowly walked up the stairs.
The handrails of the spiral staircase were carved with angels and flowers, and the black walnut wood made a dull sound when stepped on. Gao Bochong looked calm, but his heart was far less calm than he appeared.
This was the first night after his marriage to Wang Zhi.
Justified.
But Wang Zhi was afraid of him.
I should exercise some restraint.
But how can I restrain myself at that time?
Gao Bochong, who has always been good at planning and strategizing, hesitated for the first time in his life due to lack of experience.
When he reached the end of the stairs, he finally walked to the door and slowly pushed it open.
The house was silent, and the thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps. Wang Zhi did not wait at the door to greet him, but the bedroom door was half open, revealing an ambiguous and soft light, as if something was waiting for him inside.
Gao Bochong's heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, along with his footsteps. He threw away all his previous hesitations and walked quickly forward, wanting to see his little wife as soon as possible.
The last door was also pushed open, and the light was like warm spring water, flowing out quietly and violently. On the huge king-size bed, a slender figure was lying there, sleeping soundly.
His shoulder blades had beautiful lines, like slightly raised butterfly bones, with loose ribbons wrapped around them in a messy manner, half covering and half revealing his slender waist. Below them were layers of fluffy skirts, embellished with satin, lace, and countless pearls and diamonds. His pair of thin and straight legs were slightly curled up, barefoot, with slender ankles, like works of art.
His Wang Zhi, his little wife, was wearing her wedding dress and lying on the bed waiting for him.
The blood rushed up all of a sudden, Gao Bochong's heart was beating like a drum, his mouth was dry, and he was almost speechless looking at Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi, who was lying on the bed, seemed to feel his burning gaze. He moved slightly, raised his eyes sleepily, and called out in a daze, "Brother?"
The voice was soft, with a sticky and soft sweetness.
Gao Bochong asked, "Are you very tired?"
Wang Zhi hummed, seeming to be still half asleep: "...I'm so sleepy."
Gao Bochong sat down beside the bed and held him in his arms. He was very obedient. Feeling the man's strong arms, he consciously shrank in. However, the wedding dress was not fastened at the waist, and it slipped down with the slightest movement, revealing a clear and beautiful collarbone like a jade bowl.
He noticed it and subconsciously covered his chest. He heard Gao Bochong ask, "Why did you think of wearing this?"
Of course, it’s because I want to please the financial sponsor.
Even though he wasn't fully awake yet, Wang Zhi reflexively said sweetly, "Don't you like it, big brother?"
Gao Bochong was silent for a moment. Wang Zhi had already woken up and turned over, lying in Gao Bochong's arms: "If you don't like it, I'll go change it."
The light above Gao Bochong's head was a little dazzling. Wang Zhi half-closed his eyes and saw that Gao Bochong didn't say anything. He thought he really didn't like this and felt a little embarrassed.
Oh no, I'm flattering the wrong person, am I?
When Wang Zhi pushed open the door of the cloakroom and saw the wedding dress inside, his first reaction was, Gao Bo Chong is so playful, he also prepared this?
Since the sponsor likes it, of course he has to cooperate. It's just a pity that he can't tie the belt at the back. But it doesn't matter. He can wait for Gao Bo Chong to come back and put it on for him personally.
That's part of the fun!
Unexpectedly, Gao Bochong didn't seem surprised, but was frightened by him instead.
Is it that ugly?
Wang Zhi glanced down.
It seems a little strange, but not scary.
He was completely awake, and climbed out of Gao Bochong's arms, half-knelt on the bed, trying to get over Gao Bochong and crawl under the bed: "Then I'll go change it..."
She stretched out a hand from the side, easily wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him back into her arms: "Who said I don't like it? Baby, you look beautiful in this~"
If he heard correctly, did Gao Bochong's last syllable float a little?
Wang Zhi was a little uncertain and straightened up tentatively: "Then can you help me tie the belt?"
As he sat up straight, the beautiful lines of his shoulders and neck were fully exposed. His spine showed a line like a dragon's back on his thin skin. The butterfly bones on both sides were light and beautiful. His waist was very thin, and when it went down to his hips, it swung outward in a subtle arc, like a snow-white porcelain bottle of beauty. The plump and soft buttocks were vaguely visible, and it looked like a juicy peach.
Gao Bochong held the ribbons on both sides and looked down. He was so close that the tip of his nose almost touched Wang Zhi's back.
Wang Zhi subconsciously straightened his back a little more. Gao Bochong seemed not to notice. He had already raised his head and was carefully tightening the bottom ribbon.
The snow-white skin was covered up, like a gift that was wrapped in wrapping paper by hand. The process was very tedious, but it made people full of patience and joy.
When they reached the waist, Gao Bochong suddenly stopped and asked Wang Zhi, "Do you want it tighter or looser?"
Wang Zhi had never worn such a fishbone shirt before, so he said casually, "Tighten it a little."
The next moment, he let out a "hmm" sound, and Gao Bo Chong pulled the ribbon to both sides. Wang Zhi felt that all the air in his waist and abdomen was squeezed out.
He said in a low voice: "There's no need to be so nervous..."
Gao Bochong laughed: "But the baby is just so tight."
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Ahhh, what is he talking about!
Wang Zhi's redness visibly spread from his ears to his cheeks, and was particularly noticeable against his snow-white skin.
Gao Bochong seemed not to notice such a beautiful scene. He was still slow and careful in gathering the last few ribbons. The fish bones were very hard and Wang Zhi could not bend down. He could only let Gao Bochong manipulate him stiffly. For the last ribbon, Gao Bochong seemed to have trouble finding the angle to exert force. He suddenly picked up Wang Zhi and walked to the mirror.
It was a very large mirror, almost as high as the ceiling. When it was tilted slightly, the person reflected in the mirror seemed a little small.
Wang Zhi was placed in front of the mirror like a doll by Gao Bochong. Gao Bochong half-knelt behind him and tightened the ribbon little by little.
The ribbon rubbed against the skin, which should have been smooth and soft, but at this moment it seemed so rough that it almost left red marks on the skin.
Wang Zhi felt a slight sting, yet also a slight tingling sensation. He twisted his body a bit and whispered, "Hurry up."
Gao Bochong half-knelt there, his voice sounding a little deep: "What should you call me?"
Wang Zhi pretended to be shy, but actually didn't hesitate at all: "Husband."
His voice was very sweet, like flowing honey, wrapping around these two simplest words, making them sticky and sweet.
Gao Bochong did not respond, and Wang Zhi did not wait for an answer, as he felt that Gao Bochong was not romantic at all.
I call him husband, why doesn't he call me wife?
Wang Zhi was bored and looked in the mirror. The mirror reflected two figures. He was standing and Gao Bochong was kneeling behind him, adjusting his skirt.
The back of the skirt was very long, with a large train, and it was extremely gorgeous. It was shining brightly, like a galaxy. The front was in the shape of petals, gathering upwards, revealing two slender and well-proportioned legs. They were snow-white all over, except for the knees, which were slightly pink.
What a beautiful skirt.
Wang Zhi didn't like wearing women's clothes, but he liked to appreciate beautiful things. He looked at his short hair and felt that it didn't match the skirt very well. Suddenly he remembered that there was a veil in the cloakroom.
"Honey, should I wear the veil too?"
Gao Bochong finally replied: "No, it's already beautiful."
It seems that Gao Bochong really likes what he is wearing.
Wang Zhi couldn't help but smile proudly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the smile froze there.
Behind him, Gao Bochong's hand was slowly stroking his back, along the back of his neck, all the way to the butterfly bone, as if stroking the wings of a butterfly, slowly and carefully outlining the shape of the bones bit by bit.
"Baby, has anyone touched you here?"
Wang Zhi bit his lip and shook his head gently.
Gao Bochong smiled and said, "This place is beautiful too. What about here?"
This time it's the waist.
The already tight corset was pushed in by the big hand, stroking up and down the slender waist. The calluses on Gao Bochong's fingers could be clearly felt.
Wang Zhi's legs went weak from being touched, and he barely managed to stand: "No...no."
"That's great. They don't know what my baby feels like."
His words were ambiguous, and Wang Zhi was a little confused when he was touched. He didn't know whether he meant that others didn't know what it felt like to touch him, or what expression he should have when being touched.
But after saying this, Wang Zhi didn't dare to look in the mirror and could only lower his eyes.
Gao Bochong sensed his nervousness and shyness, and smiled as he peppered his exposed back with delicate kisses. Wang Zhi's face flushed to the extreme, and his earlobes were like bright red pomegranate seeds, about to drip.
He wanted to turn around and avoid Gao Bochong, but Gao Bochong held him tightly, with his hands pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, as if he wanted to penetrate him from front to back.
Wang Zhi had no choice but to say, "Only you have touched it."
He didn't know how stimulating this sentence was.
Only I have ever gotten Wang Zhi.
Beautiful and smooth skin, a tight and flexible waist, and tears rolling down because of pain and joy.
He possessed them all.
Wang Zhi was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. Just when he was about to tell Gao Bochong that he should go change his clothes, he suddenly screamed uncontrollably, his legs trembling and he could hardly stand.
Gao Bochong had already crawled on his knees in front of Wang Zhi, still kneeling on the ground, pinching his leg with one hand and interlocking his fingers with his other hand, supporting Wang Zhi to prevent him from falling, without even raising his head.
This scene was so exciting that Wang Zhi's eyes were suddenly blurred with tears and he looked at the mirror unconsciously.
Everything in the mirror was chaotic, yet so clear. Gao Bocong's back was broad and strong. After taking a shower, he was not wearing a shirt. His muscles were toned and he looked full of power, ready to unleash his energy.
Wang Zhi couldn't compete with him and wanted to dodge, but he held on to him and refused to let go, and he didn't give in at all, controlling everything about Wang Zhi.
The hard fishbone clothes prevented Wang Zhi from bending over, restricted his movements, and blocked his way out.
His ears were buzzing, his eyes were wandering, his voice was intermittent, gradually becoming faster and higher in pitch.
Fireworks exploded outside the window. Wang Zhi trembled and felt as if fireworks were exploding in his head.
It was unknown how long it took before Wang Zhi came back to his senses. He heard himself crying unconsciously, but his voice was not sad at all, but rather sweet and made people blush.
Gao Bochong had already stood up, and seemed to be mumbling something. Noticing Wang Zhi's gaze, he smiled, his Adam's apple suddenly rolled up and down, and he swallowed it.
"Baby." He held Wang Zhi horizontally and said gently but maliciously, "You are so sweet."
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