Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Ning Quanwu's voice wasn't loud, but the room was so quiet that Wang Zhi heard it immediately.

He didn't know Ning Quanwu, but seeing him come in with Gao Bochong, Wang Zhi politely smiled at Ning Quanwu, revealing a small dimple on his cheek that looked incredibly sweet.

Ning Quanwu loved obedient and sweet-looking people, and although Wang Zhi was a bit tall, he was undeniably beautiful. Wrapped in layers of lace, he looked like a delicately wrapped, enticing little cake.

Ning Quanwu momentarily forgot that Wang Zhi was already taken: "Hi."

Wang Zhi politely replied, "Hi."

Ning Quanwu was about to say more when he caught sight of Gao Bochong standing ominously behind him, like a silent but deadly mountain.

Ning Quanwu: …

Ning Quanwu shut his mouth.

Wang Zhi also noticed that Gao Bochong's expression was, for some reason, once again somber. It seemed like Gao Bochong's face was never pleasant.

Wang Zhi couldn't figure out what Gao Bochong was thinking and timidly smiled at him. However, Gao Bochong averted his eyes, his attitude very cold.

Fortunately, Ning Quanwu broke the awkwardness: "Oh, this is the first time I've seen your sister-in-law in person, I'm a bit excited."

Wang Zhi's ears perked up.

Gao Bochong told his friend that he was his sister-in-law?

Wang Zhi felt delighted inside, feeling a sense of official recognition, while Gao Bochong's mood was fluctuating. From the initial amazement at seeing Wang Zhi to being reminded that Wang Zhi was already with his brother, the emotional tug-of-war left him not wanting to speak.

He stood aside, listening to Wang Zhi speak: "This is the first time I've met my big brother's friend. I'm Wang Zhi."

Ning Quanwu said, "I know, Old Gao mentioned you."

Wang Zhi smiled, his voice sweet, his tone relaxed and natural: "Big brother dotes on me the most."

Then he slightly tilted his head, smiling at Gao Bochong, hoping he would feel the sincere gratitude in his words.

Unfortunately, Gao Bochong didn't look at him.

Wang Zhi had no choice but to turn his head back regretfully and chatted with Ning Quanwu for a bit before being called in by the stylist to continue his styling.

As he turned, Gao Bochong was still looking elsewhere, but his peripheral vision caught Wang Zhi's tightly cinched waist, almost narrow enough to hold with one hand, yet the curve from his hips to his buttocks was exceptionally soft and full.

His butt was perky, and his legs were long.

If he were kneeling in front of him…

"Old Gao, what are you thinking?"

Gao Bochong snapped out of his inappropriate thoughts: "Nothing."

When Wang Zhi finished his styling and came out, he was surprised to find that Gao Bochong hadn't left yet. Wang Zhi asked in confusion, "Big brother, why are you still here?"

He regretted asking as soon as he said it.

Oh no, would Gao Bochong think he was burning bridges after signing the contract and now trying to get rid of him?

Wang Zhi became nervous, but Gao Bochong stood up and said, "Come with me."

His tone was calm, not sounding angry.

Wang Zhi followed behind him, wanting to ask where they were going but didn't dare, so he just followed closely.

Every time he was with Gao Bochong, whether alone or in public, Wang Zhi felt a lot of pressure.

Maybe it was because he and Gao Bochong's vibes didn't match?

Perhaps it was because a big spender and a gold digger were naturally incompatible.

Wang Zhi quickly found a reason.

How could a swan understand the ambitions of a sparrow?

Fortunately, he soon found out what Gao Bochong wanted to do—Gao Bochong actually took him on a tour of all the departments!

With Gao Bochong's status, wherever he went, the heads of each department would come out to greet him. Wang Zhi followed behind, and although he wasn't introduced specifically, he showed his face and was praised countless times as "sure to be successful."

Wang Zhi was a bit dizzy from all the compliments, feeling like his future was promising, but it was just for a moment. He quickly snapped out of the sugar-coated bullets, realizing that those people were praising him purely because of Gao Bochong's face.

Now the whole company knew who his backer was, so how could his future not be promising?

Was Gao Bochong deliberately coming to support him?

Wang Zhi couldn't quite believe it, wondering if he was being too self-indulgent, but he couldn't directly ask. Just then, an assistant brought over coffee, and Wang Zhi quickly took the opportunity to offer it to Gao Bochong, very diligently handing it to him.

Gao Bochong was looking at some documents, and when he reached out to take it, his fingers brushed against the back of Wang Zhi's hand.

Wang Zhi's body temperature was lower than his, and when he was touched, it was like being scalded. Wang Zhi's hand shrank slightly, but afraid the coffee would spill, he tried to remain steady: "Big brother, have a cup of coffee."

Only then did Gao Bochong look up, not exchanging any extra glances with him, just taking the coffee.

If it were before, Wang Zhi would have secretly mocked him for being aloof, but since Gao Bochong had just taken the time to support him, Wang Zhi understood.

Gao Bochong was just cold on the outside but warm on the inside!

Not only did he get him into Dingyu, but he also took him to meet the company's management. He was practically more royal than royalty.

So what if he was a bit cold to him?

Wang Zhi sensibly showed a smile, and beside him, Gao Bochong glanced at him, thinking he looked a bit silly, not knowing what he was secretly happy about again.

But when he smiled, he was always beautiful.

Gao Bochong couldn't help but take another look, and Ning Quanwu said something, but Gao Bochong was distracted and didn't hear: "…What?"

Ning Quanwu repeated, "Later, I'll take Xiao Zhi out to play."

Then, without waiting for Gao Bochong to answer, he said to Wang Zhi, "You just signed the contract today, and there's no work. How about I take you racing?"

Ning Quanwu was quite interesting, even though he was friends with Gao Bochong, he was lively and didn't seem like they were from the same generation. Wang Zhi himself wasn't shy, so he nodded cheerfully, "Sure, sure…"

After saying that, he felt a chill on his back.

He turned to look and saw Gao Bochong slowly retracting his gaze, but the glance that had just swept over him was still clearly frozen on Wang Zhi's back.

…

Wang Zhi paused and naturally changed his tune: "But I thought about it, and since I just signed the contract, it's better to stay at the company. I appreciate Ning Ge's kindness."

He almost forgot, Gao Bochong was overly suspicious, always suspecting he would cheat on Gao Fengming. How could he dare to go out and play with another man in front of him?

His impression score would be deducted again.

Wang Zhi was a bit apprehensive, cautiously watching Gao Bochong.

But Gao Bochong suddenly asked, "Have you raced before?"

Eh, not criticizing him?

Wang Zhi said, "I've played KartRider."

Ning Quanwu burst out laughing, but Wang Zhi was very justified.

Come on, he wasn't rich, and KartRider was something he played at the internet cafe.

Gao Bochong didn't laugh, he just said, "Let's go."

Where to now?

It turned out they were taken to a racetrack.

Wang Zhi originally thought Ning Quanwu meant kart racing, but when he saw Ning Quanwu drive out a McLaren, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Ning Ge, is this the car you were talking about?"

Ning Quanwu, wearing sunglasses, half-leaned on his purple supercar, looking very flashy: "I can't really take you to play KartRider. I say, Xiao Zhi, your game is quite nostalgic, huh?"

Wang Zhi looked at the streamlined body of the McLaren, almost drooling, and Ning Quanwu, seeing his interest, pressed the car key, and the McLaren's iconic butterfly doors slowly lifted, looking extremely cool.

Wang Zhi exclaimed, "Wow, so cool! Just like Ning Ge!"

Ning Quanwu was flattered and felt great: "Want to try it?"

Wang Zhi was eager, bouncing up and down, about to get in the car, but hesitated: "Ning Ge, I don't know how to drive."

Ning Quanwu laughed heartily: "How can there be a man who can't drive? Go sit in the passenger seat, your Ning Ge only used to give rides to beauties."

Wang Zhi actually knew how to drive, he just hadn't driven anything so expensive. If he accidentally scratched it, he didn't know how many zeros it would take to fix it, so he looked at it longingly, then withdrew his gaze and just smiled: "Sorry to trouble Ning Ge to be my driver."

Ning Quanwu was, of course, happy to be his driver, and with a press of the gas pedal, they roared off, the feeling of being pushed back was intense.

Wang Zhi's hands were itching to take out his phone and take a selfie, but he still had a bit of an idol image to maintain, so he restrained himself and seriously immersed himself in the experience of a million-dollar supercar.

Suddenly, Ning Quanwu said, "Eh?" Wang Zhi looked up and saw a completely black sports car suddenly appear on the mountain track behind them.

Wang Zhi didn't know much about cars, but this one exuded understated luxury, its aerodynamic body screaming money, and in just a few blinks, it was already closing in on them.

Wang Zhi was puzzled: "Are they annoyed we're blocking the way?"

Ning Quanwu was displeased: "Don't they know first come, first served!"

Then he slammed on the gas, trying to shake off the car.

But no matter how much Ning Quanwu accelerated, the car stayed right on their tail, like a shark locked onto its prey, following them easily and menacingly, waiting for the prey to tire before swallowing it whole.

Wang Zhi clutched the seatbelt tightly, feeling his heart race, like a herbivore being chased by a predator. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the car suddenly speed up, seemingly tired of the chase, effortlessly catching up on the right side.

On the winding mountain road, the two cars were neck and neck, the other car getting so close it felt like it would crash into them at any moment.

Such actions on a mountain road symbolized provocation and danger.

Wang Zhi was a bit nervous and called out to Ning Quanwu: "Ning Ge…"

Ning Quanwu hesitated for a moment, then conceded, slowing down and letting the car pass them, disappearing down the mountain road.

Wang Zhi finally relaxed: "That car looks expensive."

"Bugatti, it is expensive," Ning Quanwu was also envious, "It must be modified, damn, the horsepower is strong."

Wang Zhi didn't understand the rich people's joy in modifications, so he gave Ning Quanwu a small compliment: "His car is better, it's not a fair win, Ning Ge is already amazing."

Ning Quanwu was pleased: "Who says otherwise."

The two chatted and laughed, and when they reached the finish line, they saw the Bugatti parked there too. As Ning Quanwu drove over, the Bugatti's door slowly lifted, and Gao Bochong stepped out.

Ning Quanwu: …

Wang Zhi: …

So, the one who was racing them on the mountain road was actually Gao Bochong?

Wang Zhi was about to speak when he heard Gao Bochong say in a flat tone: "I thought I'd have to wait another ten minutes for you."

…

Wang Zhi swallowed his words of praise.

Gao Bochong was so childish, winning a race and throwing shade!

Ning Quanwu exclaimed and rushed to the car: "Old Gao, is this the car you had Red Bull make? It's finally delivered?"

Gao Bochong said calmly: "Delivered half a year ago, I just haven't had time to test it."

Wang Zhi didn't quite understand, wasn't Red Bull a drink company?

Ning Quanwu explained: "Old Gao got interested in F1 before, invested in Red Bull's team, and Red Bull and Bugatti reciprocated by designing a car for him. Tsk tsk, there's only one in the world, it's good to be rich."

There are richer people above the rich, and Gao Bochong, without a doubt, stood at the top of the pyramid. Just casually playing with racing, he could have an F1 team design a car for him.

Wang Zhi vividly felt the power of money and the gap between him and Gao Bochong, a gap that couldn't be bridged by effort alone…

Gao Bochong suddenly walked over to him and asked, "Why didn't you try Ning Quanwu's car earlier?"

Wang Zhi snapped back to reality, pushing aside the tiny bit of unnoticeable disappointment: "I'm not good at driving, afraid I'd damage Ning Ge's car."

Gao Bochong asked, "Want to try mine?"

He didn't dare drive Ning Quanwu's car, let alone Gao Bochong's.

He couldn't afford it even if he sold himself.

Wang Zhi didn't want anyone to see his petty thoughts, so he casually said, "I like sitting in the passenger seat, I can better enjoy the thrill of speed without distractions."

Gao Bochong smiled slightly and tossed him the keys: "Get in."

Wang Zhi hurriedly caught the keys, and Gao Bochong had already turned and got into the passenger seat. Wang Zhi didn't dare disobey him, so he got into the driver's seat.

From the outside, the car was already cool enough, but once Wang Zhi got inside, smelling the unique leather scent of the lambskin, touching the carbon fiber body, and seeing the high-tech dashboard, he felt dizzy.

He felt surrounded by money.

The driver's seat was adjusted for Gao Bochong's size, leaving a large gap between the seat and the steering wheel. Wang Zhi felt empty sitting in it. He wanted to adjust it but didn't dare move, and beside him, Gao Bochong had already reached over, pressing the adjustment button on the left side of the seat, moving it forward.

The car was already cramped, and with Gao Bochong being tall, when he leaned over, his muscular arm was right in front of Wang Zhi's eyes, making it impossible for Wang Zhi not to notice.

Wang Zhi instinctively held his breath, but he could still smell the faint cologne on Gao Bochong, like a pine forest after snow, cool and abstinent.

Gao Bochong then pulled down the seatbelt and fastened it for Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi was still wearing that complicated outfit, the lace draping down, partially covering the seatbelt buckle. When Gao Bochong fastened it, his fingers brushed against Wang Zhi's waist.

Wang Zhi realized for the first time that he was so ticklish, his waist so sensitive, even through the fabric, he could feel the warmth of Gao Bochong's fingers, almost immediately tensing and pulling back. If they weren't in the car, he might have jumped away.

Gao Bochong glanced at him, and Wang Zhi realized his reaction was a bit excessive, awkwardly and somewhat shocked, he stammered: "…Thank you, Mr. Gao."

Gao Bochong naturally withdrew his hand: "This car wasn't designed with much comfort in mind, the whole car is built for speed, some of the controls are hard to find."

So that's why.

No wonder Gao Bochong personally adjusted it for him, probably thinking it was hard to explain and didn't want to waste words.

Wang Zhi deliberately ignored the suppressed feeling from earlier, the seat adjusted by Gao Bochong was very comfortable, and as he placed his hands on the steering wheel, he excitedly thought, he was now someone who had driven a top-tier supercar!

Beside him, Gao Bochong reminded: "You haven't started the engine yet."

Wang Zhi: "…Oh."

He was just too excited and forgot.

Wang Zhi obediently started the engine, and this car, which could start in just a few tenths of a second, smoothly and steadily glided out.

Outside, Ning Quanwu almost fell over.

No way, Old Gao was so stingy now, letting someone test drive but not letting them speed?

Inside the car, Wang Zhi was controlling this V12 engine beast, crawling along the mountain road, his white fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel, both nervous and excited.

It felt so smooth, luxury cars were indeed different.

Beside him, Gao Bochong asked, "Not going to drive faster?"

Wang Zhi: "Sure."

Then he pressed the gas pedal a tiny bit.

…

Gao Bochong asked, "Don't like driving fast?"

He did, he drove super fast in games.

Wang Zhi pretended to be honest: "Safety first."

Gao Bochong seemed to chuckle, and Wang Zhi couldn't tell what his laugh meant, but it was either a sneer or a mockery, Wang Zhi was used to it and didn't take it to heart.

Gao Bochong didn't say anything more, so Wang Zhi continued at his own pace, but he was still a bit nervous, not in the mood to enjoy the joy of driving a luxury car.

It wasn't as carefree as sitting in the passenger seat earlier.

Wang Zhi drove for a while, feeling bored, and started to zone out, when suddenly a voice beside him said: "Step on the gas."

Wang Zhi instinctively pressed down, and the car lurched forward, startling him back to his senses. Just as he was about to ease off, Gao Bochong had already steadied his hand, shifting gears to speed up.

His palm was warm, pressing on the back of Wang Zhi's hand, as if it could burn him, Wang Zhi felt like a deer caught by a lion, his whole body stiffening.

Gao Bochong said again: "Accelerate."

Wang Zhi instinctively followed his instructions, pressing the gas pedal hard, they were on a straight stretch, the engine roared, finally unleashing its speed, the scenery outside stretched like threads, quickly thrown behind, Wang Zhi gripped the steering wheel tightly, but it wasn't the previous boredom, in the burst of speed, adrenaline surged, the feeling in that moment was like being weightless.

The pushback was intense, Wang Zhi was pressed into the seat, like being hugged tightly, but his eyes were bright, not the flattering light when trying to please, but a sharpness mixed with excitement and tension.

The straight turned into a curve, Wang Zhi turned the wheel too sharply, the car jolted, but Gao Bochong sat steadily, his gaze fixed on Wang Zhi's face, watching him as if he were glowing, suddenly inexplicably thinking, this Wang Zhi seemed more real.

Not the timid, cautious Wang Zhi.

But the Wang Zhi who was full of longing for everything, brave in exploration, always shining.

Gao Bochong's hand tightened, gripping Wang Zhi's hand firmly in his palm, Wang Zhi felt a bit of pain, but in his excitement, he didn't notice, letting Gao Bochong's fingers slip between his, like interlocking fingers.

He only felt excitement.

His heart pounded, in this moment, in the surge of speed, Wang Zhi felt that long-lost thrill.

It was as if… he had come alive again.

The green shadows of the trees were like silk, or like the shadows cast by stardust from a million light-years away, the wind and dust swept by, the hundred-mile mountain road empty, only they, like a lone boat, moving forward in the stormy waves, never looking back.

"It can go even faster."

He heard someone say.

Wang Zhi thought, it can go even faster.

Just like his life, thinking it could only go downhill, but it could still move forward and upward.

The gas pedal was floored, the roaring airwaves and the engine's roar intertwined, as Wang Zhi looked straight ahead, Gao Bochong kept his gaze in his direction.

At the mountain top, Wang Zhi got out of the car, feeling weak in the legs.

Too much excitement.

But, there was a convenience store at the top of the mountain?

Wang Zhi ran over, bought cold drinks, and came back to see Gao Bochong also getting out of the car, standing by the roadside looking down.

In the evening, the sun gradually set, the blue sky slowly dyed with a shimmering shrimp red, further away, the ultramarine, orange, and emerald green… rich and vivid as if about to drip.

Gao Bochong's usually neat hair was a bit tousled by the wind, but the unapproachable aura he usually had seemed to have faded a bit.

Wang Zhi walked over, cheerfully calling out: "Mr. Gao."

Gao Bochong looked over, and Wang Zhi spread his hands, offering the two bottles of drinks in front of him, "Which one do you want?"

One was grape juice, the other orange juice.

Gao Bochong's gaze paused on the orange juice, noticing Wang Zhi's fingers tighten slightly, knowing he wanted that one, so he took the grape juice: "Thank you."

The juice had just been taken from the fridge, tiny droplets of water condensed on the can, soft and cool, like the temperature of Wang Zhi's skin. Wang Zhi's white cheeks still had a faint blush, seemingly not yet recovered from the speed and thrill earlier, he took a big gulp of the cold orange juice, squinting his eyes: "Refreshing!"

He really liked orange juice.

It was strange that Gao Bochong chose grape juice.

There was only one bottle of orange juice, so Wang Zhi had to make do with grape juice, luckily Gao Bochong didn't choose it.

He felt very satisfied and followed Gao Bochong's gaze down.

Once on the mountain, the world seemed far away, the city's roads in the distance became hazy shadows, further away, the river meandered like a dragon, winding through the solid, silent earth for thousands of years.

Wang Zhi said, "It's so high. I didn't realize when we were coming up, we drove so far."

Gao Bochong smiled: "Was it fun?"

Wang Zhi's eyes sparkled: "It was fun."

Gao Bochong said, "Next time, if there's time, I'll bring you again."

"Really?" Wang Zhi was happy, but a bit shy, "Isn't it too much trouble for big brother?"

Gao Bochong noticed that when Wang Zhi wanted to distance himself, he called him Mr. Gao, but in these moments of half-push, half-pull, he called him big brother.

Gao Bochong thought he was smooth-talking, flexible, but thinking of the words flexible body, he remembered him being grabbed by the ankle, lifted over his head, his legs and waist stretched into an exaggerated and blood-pumping shape…

Wang Zhi leaned on the railing, leaning forward, his clothes fluttering in the wind, revealing a stretch of flexible waist, white as clouds kneaded with snow in the twilight. He was very light, his wrists slender, in the mountain wind, as if he could disappear at any moment.

Gao Bochong frowned, instinctively reaching to grab him, but he had already fallen back, smiling brightly: "What a beautiful view. Big brother, shall we go back?"

Looking at Wang Zhi's smiling face, in the sound of the wind, Gao Bochong seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

No one knew, it was deafening.