Boyfriend Always Thinks I’m a Little Pitiful Chapter 112

Gu Yufeng almost fell asleep instantly, but was startled awake by a sudden sensation on his lips. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Ci's enlarged face.

...Was he ambushed?

Before Gu Yufeng could figure it out, Xie Ci had already pulled away. The lingering warmth on his lips and the breath brushing his cheek confirmed that what just happened wasn't a dream.

Bad news: His first kiss was with a guy. Good news: The guy was someone he chose.

Xie Ci looked at Gu Yufeng opening his eyes. Perhaps due to nearsightedness, his eyes were a bit unfocused. This dazed look was so different from the usual sharp image of President Gu that it actually seemed a bit cute.

In the dimly lit living room, the only sound was from the movie. The light from the screen cast shadows on their faces. In the flickering light, they saw themselves in each other's eyes.

Without much thought, Gu Yufeng pulled Xie Ci's tie to bring him closer for a return kiss, thinking he was done for, really getting involved with a man. But it felt good, except for the part where their teeth clashed painfully.

Xie Ci braced himself on the backrest to avoid falling onto Gu Yufeng's face. He was somewhat prepared for things to develop this way, but he didn't expect to not mind the intimate contact with Gu Yufeng at all. Having taken this step, he couldn't turn back, nor did he intend to.

But he was at Gu Yufeng's house. If they kept kissing like this, would it lead to the bedroom?

As Xie Ci had this thought, Gu Yufeng was also pondering the same question. There was nothing at home, and he wasn't prepared to roll into bed with Xie Ci, but the thought was quite thrilling. He wasn't entirely against it, and after thinking it through, he was even a bit eager to try.

After having his tongue bitten several times, Xie Ci pretended to be calm and pulled away. They couldn't continue, or it would be too revealing.

Gu Yufeng panted slightly, "Tonight, you—"

"My assistant will come to pick me up later," Xie Ci interrupted.

He didn't plan to stay overnight. Gu Yufeng had plenty of ways to make Xie Ci stay, but he swallowed the words back. He couldn't rush; the more he rushed, the more Xie Ci would have the upper hand, losing control.

Around ten o'clock, the assistant's call came, and Xie Ci said goodbye to Gu Yufeng and left.

Gu Yufeng leaned against the door frame, watching the car outside the courtyard gate disappear from view. He reached up to touch his still warm lips, his expression momentarily unnatural.

When he lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Gu Yufeng finally understood Xie Ci's cleverness. With just one kiss, he was left restless, while Xie Ci just walked away, a true veteran of the dating scene.

Unable to sleep, Gu Yufeng got up and went to the study to work.

In the car, Xie Ci was looking at work information on his tablet, but his gaze lingered on the first line for a long time. His mind kept replaying every subtle expression and breath of Gu Yufeng, even the breath still lingered on his face.

Xie Ci felt a bit restless, leaning back to look out the window. He prided himself on his self-control, having met all sorts of people in the business world, never taking them seriously. Yet, in front of Gu Yufeng, he was utterly defeated.

Pursuing Gu Yufeng was work. Before achieving his goal, he couldn't get lost in this chase game.

The nightclub was as lively as ever in the early hours. Gu Yufeng played pool with a few people for a while, perfunctorily fulfilling his social obligations for the night, then sat in a booth drinking and chatting, waiting to "clock out."

A dancer in a skimpy outfit took the stage, and Gu Yufeng glanced over, frowning.

The middle-aged man next to him noticed the change in his expression and leaned over with a smile, "This was specially prepared for you. They went to great lengths to find a dancer like this."

Usually, the dancers were fit Caucasians, but today, the one on stage was an Asian with black hair and eyes, wearing a mask that obscured their face. However, their physique and overall vibe were somewhat similar to Xie Ci.

Watching the dancer start to twist on the pole, Gu Yufeng couldn't help but imagine Xie Ci dressed like that, pole dancing. He shivered and cursed under his breath.

Seeing Gu Yufeng's displeased expression, the middle-aged man quickly called for a stop. "Get out, get out!"

"Wait," Gu Yufeng said casually, "Go change into a suit and come back to continue dancing."

The dancer was taken away, changed into a suit, and had their hair restyled.

Now they looked even more like Xie Ci.

Gu Yufeng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, watching the dancer in a suit perform a borderline dance, amused at the thought of Xie Ci dancing with a cold face trying to look flattering.

Others had never seen Gu Yufeng smile so happily, leaving them dumbfounded. They never expected Gu Yufeng to like this type. No wonder they could never win him over before; it must have been a mismatch of types!

After one dance, Gu Yufeng left with the dancer in tow.

Many in the circle thought they sensed a shift in preference, desperately sending people to Gu Yufeng's side. As long as they were handsome Asians, especially those resembling Xie Ci, they sent them over.

Gu Yufeng accepted them all, changing one every day, driving around in a supercar, buying luxury goods, ignoring anyone who tried to advise him, even cursing out Caitlin when she came to confront him.

Over time, the young ladies who were candidates for marriage alliances were left in shock, thinking they'd wait until Gu Yufeng got tired of playing and then come back to them. Gu Yufeng might play around, but he wouldn't marry any of these people.

Gu Yufeng's high-profile actions meant that even if Xie Ci didn't deliberately inquire, he would hear a lot of news. If Gu Yufeng was tired of him, they still interacted normally as before. But recently, Gu Yufeng's wild behavior seemed like a signal, perhaps dissatisfaction with Xie Ci not staying over that night—everything started after that night.

But his ultimate goal was an alliance, not marriage. As long as business communication went smoothly, there was no need to worry about these trivial matters.

During this time, he tried to bring up Rongyu's matters. Gu Yufeng didn't show any resistance, even proactively mentioning some grievances between Qingfeng and Rongyu. Although these matters were almost open secrets in the circle, it seemed more like testing his attitude and willingness to cooperate.

Finally, they got to the main topic. They had already gauged each other's strengths, and as long as their goals aligned, cooperation was a natural progression.

The first project collaboration was already under negotiation. If everything went smoothly, there was no need to develop a twisted romantic relationship with Gu Yufeng.

On Wednesday, Xie Ci personally led a team to Qingfeng Group to discuss the project.

At the negotiation table, Xie Ci and Gu Yufeng sat at opposite ends of the round table, each reviewing the project documents in their hands, without any unnecessary exchanges.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was serious and tense. The staff on both sides couldn't discern their bosses' attitudes and didn't dare to slack off.

After it ended, Gu Yufeng asked his secretary to arrange lunch, then turned to Xie Ci, who was organizing documents, "President Xie, I have a few more questions. Want to sit in my office for a bit?"

Xie Ci signaled for them to go eat first, then went with Gu Yufeng to the President's office.

"Which part has issues?" He pulled out a chair opposite the desk and sat down, taking the coffee Gu Yufeng handed over.

Gu Yufeng chuckled ambiguously, took off his glasses with one hand, leaned over the chair back, and kissed him, his deep voice laced with amusement, "Turns out you're so easy to fool?"

Xie Ci paused slightly, only realizing after being kissed. Recently, their interactions had increasingly leaned towards a partnership, making him momentarily forget they were in a kissing relationship.

Xie Ci cupped Gu Yufeng's chin and returned the kiss. This was work; he certainly wouldn't refuse. With a few experiences, he was much more skilled than the first time. He even figured out Gu Yufeng's preferences, knowing exactly where to touch to make him shiver or gasp.

Gu Yufeng didn't know he had been thoroughly analyzed by Xie Ci, only feeling that Xie Ci's kissing skills seemed to have improved. This guy pretended to be inexperienced at first, now showing his true colors.

Compared to those fakes, the real deal was indeed more fun.

Xie Ci pushed away the clinging Gu Yufeng, wiping the other's moist lip corner, his cool voice teasing, "Does President Gu often lure people into the office to do this?"

Gu Yufeng chuckled, "Caught me again?"

Xie Ci: "You're neglecting your duties."

"This is the main duty," Gu Yufeng said casually, but with a hint of meaning.

Xie Ci raised an eyebrow. The implication seemed to be that Gu Yufeng also saw him as a tool for use. But he didn't mind mutual use; in fact, it was better this way.

They had no business matters to discuss, and seeing it was about time, they prepared to go for lunch.

As they left the office, Xie Ci casually asked, "Any place you want to go this weekend?"

Their "date" itinerary had always been arranged by Xie Ci, and Gu Yufeng just had to show up, without worrying about anything. The content of the date was never the focus; he didn't care at all.

"No particular ideas." Gu Yufeng pretended to think deeply, "If I have to say, maybe your place? I haven't tasted your cooking yet."

Gu Yufeng just mentioned it casually, and from an unseen angle, Xie Ci's expression froze.

Going to his place... Was it time to take that step?

Not hearing a response for a while, Gu Yufeng noticed Xie Ci's unnatural expression and belatedly realized. There might be someone else at Xie Ci's place. He never thought he was Xie Ci's only partner, just unsure if Xie Ci would bring those people home overnight. Whether he did or not, it wasn't anything new in this circle.

Gu Yufeng pondered whether to make up for it or confront it head-on, forcing Xie Ci to cancel a weekend date with some playmate?

"Okay."

Hearing Xie Ci agree, Gu Yufeng felt it was unnecessary. As long as it didn't affect what he needed to do, it didn't matter who Xie Ci played with. There was no need to force Xie Ci to compromise on such trivial matters.

"Don't force it," Gu Yufeng said, unusually considerate.

Xie Ci wanted to nod and say, "That would be best," but adding this time, he would have refused twice. He hadn't fully figured out Gu Yufeng's temperament. If this was a test, nodding might affect the upcoming cooperation, which would be a loss.

"I mentioned before that I'd invite you to my place when there's a chance," Xie Ci said calmly, "Saturday or Sunday, which day are you free?"

Since Xie Ci said so, Gu Yufeng saw no point in persuading further. "Saturday, then?"

Xie Ci naturally assumed it was Saturday evening and started preparing the menu early, buying all the ingredients in advance. On Friday, he even practiced at home. He couldn't guarantee it would be delicious, but at least it shouldn't be undercooked.

The dishes weren't a concern, but Xie Ci looked at the bottles and jars on the table, feeling a headache. He had studied the bedroom stuff but hadn't practiced yet. Theoretical knowledge left him uncertain, fearing he might not perform well, so he prepared some medicine.

He spent the whole night overthinking, imagining countless possible scenarios and solutions. Xie Ci was still nervous, more so than during his college entrance exams. This was probably the most uncertain thing he had ever done.

The next afternoon, seeing it was about time, Xie Ci went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He kept checking the time, growing more restless as the agreed time with Gu Yufeng approached.

If he failed the college entrance exam, he could retake it, but he only had one chance here.

When Gu Yufeng arrived, Xie Ci was almost ready.

Gu Yufeng put down the red wine he brought and went to the kitchen to supervise. Xie Ci had his shirt sleeves rolled up, wearing an apron, busy at the stove. His gaze swept over the ingredients piled on the counter and the various kitchen appliances in use, finding it all quite novel. He saw a side of Xie Ci he had never shown him before.

"Turns out President Xie is so domestic?" Gu Yufeng stuffed a piece of leftover pineapple into his mouth, his expectations for this dinner skyrocketing.

"Don't eat those scraps." Xie Ci handed over a plate of cut fruits and vegetables. Gu Yufeng didn't take it, "Feed me."

Xie Ci: "I haven't washed my hands."

Gu Yufeng: "I don't mind."

Xie Ci grabbed a piece of pineapple and fed it to Gu Yufeng, seeing him smile, puzzled, "Is it that good?"

"It's not that the pineapple is so good, it's because you fed it to me." Gu Yufeng wrapped his arms around Xie Ci's waist from behind, kissing his cheek, smiling, "Thank you, President Xie, for preparing dinner for me. I'm very happy."

Xie Ci: "..."

If it was just about dinner, he could be very happy too.

At the dining table, Xie Ci opened the bottle of red wine Gu Yufeng brought. He was initially worried Gu Yufeng wouldn't know how to use chopsticks, but surprisingly, this guy was quite adept.

"My dad is from Country C, so I've known how to use them since I was a kid." Gu Yufeng picked up a piece of taro and ate it, his expression momentarily stiff. He tried another piece of ribs from a different plate.

So bland.

Not coming back next time.

"How is it, to your taste?" Xie Ci asked. Gu Yufeng smiled gracefully, "As long as it's made by you, I like it."

Who knows how much truth there was in that, but hearing Gu Yufeng say it, half of Xie Ci's worries eased. However, after tasting it himself, he realized something was off. It was ridiculously bland. He was so nervous today that he completely forgot to add salt.

How could anyone eat something so bland?

Xie Ci glanced at Gu Yufeng across the table. The other noticed his gaze and returned a knowing smile. "..."

His inability to cook was exposed. He should have been honest from the start, not digging such a big hole for himself.

Gu Yufeng smiled on the outside, but inside he was frantically reminding himself—You wanted to come, so eat it even if you cry. Does Xie Ci usually eat so blandly because of fitness?

They had no plans to go out, so after dinner, they sat in the living room watching a movie, unconsciously starting to talk about business again.

"What's wrong with you, a bit distracted, do you have other plans tonight?" Gu Yufeng observed Xie Ci's expression.

Xie Ci: "..."

It's dark, how can I not be nervous?

"I was thinking if we jointly develop an autonomous driving system, how likely is it to squeeze out Rongyu's market share..." Xie Ci said, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Gu Yufeng raised his hand, scratching his shoulder and neck through his shirt.

Gu Yufeng had been scratching occasionally, which was unusual. Coming from a prestigious family, he was very particular about etiquette. Even though they were now quite familiar, he never made this gesture frequently.

Xie Ci paid more attention and noticed the skin hidden under Gu Yufeng's shirt collar was red.

He put down his wine glass, tugging at Gu Yufeng's collar to open it a bit, his expression changing. "You have a rash."

Gu Yufeng smiled wryly, "Did it come out? I thought I could endure it."

Under Xie Ci's puzzled gaze, Gu Yufeng explained nonchalantly, "I'm allergic to some vegetables and seafood, but it's okay, not serious." Xie Ci: "...?!"

He forgot about this. Foreigners have many allergens, and he forgot to ask Gu Yufeng about any food restrictions.

Seeing Gu Yufeng still scratching, Xie Ci held his wrist, called a private doctor, and hung up, "Take off your clothes, I'll get an ice pack for you, the doctor will be here soon."

"No need, it'll go away on its own." Gu Yufeng didn't take it seriously. But this time, Xie Ci didn't relent, his expression serious, "Allergies can be serious, don't take it lightly."

Watching Xie Ci head to the kitchen, Gu Yufeng felt a bit helpless.

When Xie Ci returned with a towel and ice pack, Gu Yufeng had unbuttoned halfway and was scratching again, one side of his shirt slipping to his elbow, revealing a large area of skin on his chest and shoulders. His skin was naturally fair, turning red with a scratch, leaving red marks.

"Bear with it, the more you scratch, the itchier it gets." Xie Ci had Gu Yufeng turn to the side, sitting behind him, using a towel to wrap the ice pack and apply it.

Gu Yufeng sighed in relief, "Is the rash a lot?"

Xie Ci tugged at Gu Yufeng's already open back collar, pulling it down. His back was covered in small red dots, slightly raised to the touch. Feeling Gu Yufeng shiver, he realized this action was a bit over the line.

"A lot." Xie Ci withdrew his hand, "Sorry, it's my fault."

"I forgot to tell you." Gu Yufeng took another ice pack to apply to his chest, "It looks serious, but it's just itchy, no big deal."

The private doctor arrived quickly, prescribed oral medication after examination. Xie Ci also requested anti-itch ointment.

After the doctor left, Xie Ci sat back down to apply the ointment for Gu Yufeng.

Feeling the touch of Xie Ci's hand on his back, Gu Yufeng shivered, "I'll do it myself."

"How can you reach?" Xie Ci continued applying, feeling the body under his hand grow more tense, belatedly realizing the reason.

"Still not better?" Gu Yufeng's voice was somewhat suppressed, as if trying hard to control himself.

Xie Ci's gaze swept over his clenched hands and the pale, tense back of his neck, opening his mouth but continuing to apply the ointment.

After applying the ointment, Gu Yufeng tidied his shirt.

Xie Ci went to wash his hands, returning to see Gu Yufeng standing in front of the sofa, already dressed.

"Feels much better after the ointment." Gu Yufeng bent to pick up his suit jacket, "It's late, I should go."

Xie Ci walked over, wrapping his arms around Gu Yufeng from behind, kissing behind his ear, speaking softly, "Stay the night, I feel bad letting you leave like this."

Gu Yufeng turned to look at Xie Ci behind him, confirming he wasn't joking, "Do you have a spare room?"

Xie Ci: "Plenty of rooms, you can sleep wherever you like."

Gu Yufeng turned around, looking steadily at Xie Ci, asking without showing any emotion, "What about the master bedroom?"

His light-colored pupils were distant and indifferent, the aggressive gaze like sharp spikes, making his already beautiful face even more striking and sharp. Xie Ci suddenly thought, maybe he could manage without the medicine.

"Of course," Xie Ci heard himself say.

"You said it." Gu Yufeng kissed the corner of Xie Ci's lips, his eyes half-closed, hiding the triumphant smile in his eyes.

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight streamed through the gap in the not fully drawn curtains, casting a thin line of light on the large bed.

On the master bedroom floor, clothes were scattered everywhere. The two people on the bed hadn't woken up, the blanket only covering up to their waists, revealing a few scratch marks on Xie Ci's shoulder and back, and an imprint on Gu Yufeng's collarbone.

In an unfamiliar environment, Gu Yufeng woke up earlier than usual. The rash on his body had mostly subsided, not itching much anymore, but his waist was sore.

Not only was he caught, but he was also eaten.

Thinking about last night, Gu Yufeng gritted his teeth, wishing he could turn back time ten hours, put on his clothes, and walk away.

Hearing movement beside him, Gu Yufeng's body stiffened, a hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him and the blanket into someone's embrace behind him.

"How's your body?" A low voice came from beside his ear, carrying the unique drowsiness and hoarseness of early morning.

Gu Yufeng: "..."

No avoiding it.

Gu Yufeng raised his hand to press his slightly aching forehead from lack of sleep, turning to lie flat, glancing at Xie Ci beside him, who was still waiting for his response. His hair was a bit messy, but his skin was dry, and his jawline had grown some stubble. The unkempt look paired with that smoky voice, his male hormones were off the charts.

Looking at it this way, he didn't lose too much.

"Very uncomfortable?" Xie Ci was unsure, seeing Gu Yufeng silent, reaching to touch his lower back, wanting to see if it was injured.

Gu Yufeng noticed Xie Ci's intention, grabbing his hand, half-jokingly asking to ease the awkwardness, "It's my first time being topped, how are you going to take responsibility?"

Xie Ci suddenly sobered up. He hadn't mixed in the same-sex circle, only occasionally hearing others mention it during social events. The circle was chaotic, most people in it were versatile, without fixed partners. He thought Gu Yufeng was the same.

But Gu Yufeng had a high sense of pride, with a complex background. Unless he liked it, no one could top him.

So, Gu Yufeng originally intended to top him?

Facing Gu Yufeng's gaze, Xie Ci pondered for a moment, "Let's get married."

Gu Yufeng: "..."

You're straightforward.