Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 38

Chapter 38

How is this reasonable?

Gao Fengming was dumbfounded, feeling that his brother's words were problematic, but for a moment, he didn't know how to refute them. He could only squeeze out a sentence from his barren mind: "How can it be him…"

"Why can't it be him?" Gao Bochong, unusually patient, said, "Zhi Zhi is good-looking and has a nice personality. Anyone with good taste would want to marry him as a wife."

His praise made Wang Zhi a bit embarrassed, and he silently leaned towards Gao Bochong.

Not only does he give money, but he also provides emotional value. What a perfect benefactor!

Gao Bochong didn't know that Wang Zhi had awarded him in his heart, only aware that his little fiancée suddenly leaned over. Unfortunately, the armrest of the chair was in the way, preventing him from pulling Wang Zhi into his arms. Gao Bochong glanced at the black walnut chair he had used for years, regrettably squeezing Wang Zhi's hand again.

Then his tone deepened as he looked at Gao Fengming: "Or do you think that because I'm eight years older than Zhi Zhi, I'm too old for him?"

Gao Fengming was stunned.

Brother… how could Brother think that of him? How could he possibly think Brother wasn't good enough for Wang Zhi?!

Gao Fengming stammered, "I… I didn't mean that…"

Only then did Gao Bochong say, "Since you didn't mean that, don't bring it up again in the future."

Gao Fengming felt as if he had been granted amnesty: "Yes, Brother."

But something felt off. Wasn't he supposed to ask if Brother had put a green hat on him?

However, Gao Bochong had already moved past the topic, and the servants filed in, bringing in the dishes. Gao Fengming missed the opportunity and could only keep quiet.

Gao Bochong glanced at him, personally poured a glass of wine for Wang Zhi, and raised his own glass: "It's rare for our family to gather together. Fengming, you dated Zhi Zhi before, but that's in the past. When you go to America to manage the company alone, don't act like a child anymore."

Gao Fengming remained silent, feeling that his brother was speaking without understanding the situation. With so many beauties to choose from, why did he have to compete with him for Wang Zhi? It was too much.

Gao Fengming's eyes reddened, unable to accept it. He placed the wine glass beside him, not intending to raise it.

Seeing his thoughts, Gao Bochong said lightly, "I'll transfer the American company to your name."

Hearing this, Gao Fengming couldn't stay angry and looked up sharply: "Brother, are you serious?"

The American company, unrelated to the Gao family's assets, was founded by Gao Bochong during university with angel funding. Once listed, it gained immense popularity, with dozens of companies offering to buy it, all of which Gao Bochong refused. To this day, it still brings in significant profits for him annually.

Gao Fengming didn't expect his brother to relent and give him such a company, but Gao Bochong seemed indifferent: "I founded this company myself, without using the Gao family's or my mother's assets. I can handle it as I please. You'll be alone out there, and I won't be able to look after you, so consider it compensation."

…Compensation?

Gao Fengming thought, dazed.

This phrase sounded familiar. It seemed that when his brother wanted him to break up with Wang Zhi and marry into the Ye family, he also said he would compensate Wang Zhi.

So the compensation plan was for his brother to marry Wang Zhi himself.

Gao Fengming vaguely felt like he had fallen into a trap, but in the face of Gao Bochong's compensation, he couldn't say a word.

His expression changed several times as he looked at Gao Bochong and Wang Zhi, finally resting his gaze on Wang Zhi's face. He suddenly remembered their first meeting, after a banquet, when a few of them rented a private room to play cards. He had drunk too much and found the room stuffy, just about to leave when someone opened the door.

The wind blew in, dispersing the room's alcohol and lust. Instinctively, Gao Fengming looked over and saw Wang Zhi standing at the door.

He wore a white shirt, with no trace of makeup, his face as clean as moonlight, standing tall and slender against the light. His lips curled slightly, looking obedient, but his eyes were cold, like a distant yet reachable bright moon.

And now, the bright moon had finally been plucked by the highest hand.

Previously, when it fell into his arms, it felt like a dream.

Gao Fengming raised his glass in a daze, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have missed something forever.

The dishes were sumptuous, but Gao Fengming couldn't swallow. After toasting, he found an excuse to leave with a pale face.

Wang Zhi held his chopsticks awkwardly, and beside him, Gao Bochong suddenly placed a piece of fish belly on his plate: "Not to your taste?"

"No." Wang Zhi slowly ate the fish, his gaze wandering, "I just feel… not very hungry."

He felt like a bad person with a foot in two boats.

…Sigh.

Even though he didn't like Gao Fengming, he understood that their relationship was mutually beneficial. Gao Fengming wasn't good to him, often neglecting him, only showing affection occasionally, and secretly going on blind dates behind his back, only choosing him when those failed…

Thinking about it, it was only natural for him to dump him.

Wang Zhi's eyes flickered like hidden stars. Gao Bochong served him more food, and he absentmindedly ate whatever was placed on his plate. When Gao Bochong estimated he was about eighty percent full, he stopped serving him. Wang Zhi didn't notice, his chopsticks scraping his plate, only realizing when he saw Gao Bochong watching him.

Oops, he forgot about the benefactor.

Wang Zhi deeply reflected on how he could immerse himself in his emotional world and completely forget about the benefactor's presence.

Wang Zhi quickly served a piece of rib to Gao Bochong and smiled flatteringly: "Brother, you eat."

The rib had been sitting for a while, a bit cold and hard, and the taste wasn't the best, but Gao Bochong still ate it.

Wang Zhi said, "This seems to have osmanthus in it, sweet."

It was sweet.

Gao Bochong thought.

Wang Zhi added, "Brother, your chef is amazing, every dish is delicious."

Gao Bochong said lightly, "In the future, if you want to eat something, just have him make it."

Wang Zhi smiled, "Thank you, Brother."

The autumn wind was cool, and the sweet osmanthus in the courtyard bloomed, its fragrance carried by the cold wind into the hall. The crystal chandelier above swayed slightly, its light rippling like water. Wang Zhi's eyes were dark, like they were submerged in water, wet and focused, more so than a deer.

Suddenly, Gao Bochong felt that the sweetness just now didn't come from the osmanthus but directly from Wang Zhi's body and mouth.

He didn't speak, just looked at Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi, under his gaze, felt a bit uneasy, wanting to look away but remembering their relationship, so he held his head high and smiled at Gao Bochong.

His smile was sweet, deadly sweet.

Finally, Gao Bochong withdrew his gaze, took a sip of cold tea: "Are you done eating? I'll take you to see something."

Wang Zhi quickly put down his chopsticks: "I'm done."

Gao Bochong paused: "After we get married, this will be your home too. You don't have to act like a guest in your own home."

Wang Zhi blinked, taking a while to respond: "Okay."

Gao Bochong's words were so pleasant now, unlike before.

Wang Zhi was a bit suspicious, but since he had nothing to covet or use, he felt at ease.

He followed Gao Bochong, taking the elevator down to the second basement level. When the door opened, Wang Zhi exclaimed, "Wow."

So many cars!

Each one looked so expensive.

Gao Bochong introduced, "There's another level above for daily use cars. This level is my private collection."

Wang Zhi praised, "They're all so beautiful."

In his heart, he wondered why Gao Bochong brought him to the garage. Surely, it wasn't just to show off how many cars he had?

Gao Bochong smiled slightly, "Do you like any of them?"

Of course, every single one!

Wang Zhi said nonchalantly, "I don't know much about cars. I usually prefer collecting butterfly specimens."

In reality, he only had one butterfly specimen, a gift from elementary school.

But with Wang Zhi's status, saying he liked luxury cars sounded materialistic, while saying he collected butterflies seemed cultured and artistic, and collecting butterfly specimens didn't cost much.

Gao Bochong asked, "You like butterflies?"

Wang Zhi replied elegantly, "Yes."

Gao Bochong looked at him thoughtfully, suddenly asking, "Do you like pure gold or gemstone ones?"

Wang Zhi almost couldn't hold it together.

How could Gao Bochong understand him so well?

The thought of holding a heavy, golden butterfly made Wang Zhi want to laugh. He bit his cheek to hold it in, maintaining a calm demeanor: "Brother, you're so funny."

Please let Gao Bochong see through his facade!

Gao Bochong saw through his intentions, teasing him: "If you don't like it, forget it."

Wang Zhi's face fell, his lips pursed, and he coldly said, "Okay."

Gao Bochong laughed.

Laughing at what?

Wang Zhi thought.

How could Gao Bochong be so boring?

He deliberately slowed down, falling behind Gao Bochong, not walking shoulder to shoulder. Gao Bochong seemed unaware, continuing forward, but with his long legs, he quickly left Wang Zhi behind. Wang Zhi dawdled for a while, seeing that Gao Bochong was about to disappear from view, hurriedly caught up.

The Gao family's garage was too big!

Fortunately, Gao Bochong finally stopped, looking back at him: "Come and see."

Wang Zhi feigned indifference: "What? I'm not interested in ordinary cars…"

Before he finished speaking, Gao Bochong turned on the lights.

The lights along the walls of the garage gradually lit up, illuminating the two cars parked at the deepest part. One was the super cool black luxury supercar from the last race, and the other, with the same model and equally sleek lines, had been painted a more dazzling silver-white.

Wang Zhi's gaze fell on it, and he was irresistibly drawn to it, stopping a few steps away, restraining himself.

He thought he had fallen in love at first sight.

How could there be such a beautiful car in the world?

Wang Zhi's heart raced, experiencing the taste of love, unable to tear his eyes away from the car.

Beside him, Gao Bochong asked, "Do you like it?"

Wang Zhi couldn't bear to look away, replying absentmindedly, "I like it."

Seeing him so distracted, twisting his head, Gao Bochong couldn't help but touch his snow-white neck. Wang Zhi felt ticklish from his touch, wondering why he was always so handsy. Didn't he say he wouldn't touch him until after the wedding?

Wang Zhi was about to righteously criticize Gao Bochong: "Mr. Gao, I think you're really…"

"This car is specially prepared for you," Gao Bochong said.

The criticism got stuck, along with Wang Zhi's brain, which went into a state of lag.

After a long time, he asked incredulously, "This car is for me?"

Gao Bochong said, "Yes."

He deliberately asked, "What were you saying about me just now?"

Wang Zhi felt like he was dreaming—

But even in his dreams, he wouldn't dare to imagine owning such a car.

He said, dazed, "I think you're really handsome and considerate… Is this really for me?"

Hearing his disbelief, Gao Bochong couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking Wang Zhi couldn't handle even this much. But looking into Wang Zhi's eyes, his tone inexplicably softened: "Have I ever lied to you?"

It seemed not.

So, this expensive car was really his?!

The sense of immorality he felt facing Gao Fengming vanished instantly, and Wang Zhi's mind was filled with thoughts of how marrying Gao Bochong was worth it!

In his happiness, his service instincts kicked in, and he threw himself into Gao Bochong's arms, hugging his neck enthusiastically: "Brother, you're so good to me."

Thinking for a moment, he lightly kissed Gao Bochong on the cheek, then eagerly wanted to let go and get close to his beautiful car.

But as he took half a step away, he was pulled back by Gao Bochong, pressed against the wall, and kissed fiercely.

The wall lights emitted a cool blue glow, and Gao Bochong's hand was strong, gripping his jaw as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Wang Zhi was kissed until he was breathless, the sense of insecurity and weightlessness always troubling him, making him instinctively reach out to hold onto something, only to grab onto Gao Bochong's strong, lean waist.

When his hand landed, Gao Bochong's kiss became more forceful, spreading Wang Zhi's knees apart, almost lifting him entirely.

The sound of smacking lips echoed, Wang Zhi's tongue was tirelessly sucked and tasted, and he felt a tingling at the base of his spine, as if his entire body was covered in unlit fire, with the fuse resting on his and Gao Bochong's tongues.

Wang Zhi's breathing quickened, vaguely feeling Gao Bochong's hand pinching his earlobe, rubbing and squeezing. The thin, delicate skin couldn't withstand such kneading, turning red like pomegranate seeds, with a translucent quality, as if a slight touch would cause sweet, sticky nectar to drip.

He was going to be kissed to death…

Wang Zhi thought, dazed.

Didn't Gao Bochong ever get tired of kissing?

As it turned out, not only did Gao Bochong not tire, but he also found more pleasure in it each time.

When he finally stopped, more than half an hour had passed.

Wang Zhi was panting, his eyes shimmering, his whole being like a petal of crabapple falling into his arms, exuding an increasingly rich fragrance with each kiss from Gao Bochong.

Gao Bochong's breathing was also increasingly erratic, looking at Wang Zhi with some regret, only saying, "Be good, don't seduce me. I said I wouldn't touch you before the wedding."

Wang Zhi, kissed into a daze, didn't react for a moment. After a while, he suddenly woke up.

Who seduced him?!

He only kissed him to thank him for giving him such an expensive car, not because he wanted to… Besides, this was a garage, how could he be so wild?!

Wang Zhi was confused, wanting to ask if there was something wrong with Gao Bochong's brain.

Why did he jump straight to making love from just a kiss?

But before he could organize his words, Gao Bochong had already handed him the keys: "Go try it out."

The keys were exquisite, a perfect blend of metal and leather, small and cool in his palm.

Holding the keys, Wang Zhi immediately forgot about discussing the transition from kissing to making love, floating dreamily into the car.

Gao Bochong waited outside for a while, seeing the car lights finally come on, flash twice, and the horn honk once, but the most expensive engine remained silent.

From Gao Bochong's perspective, he could see Wang Zhi inside the car, excitedly touching everything but showing no intention of driving.

Gao Bochong: …

Gao Bochong stepped forward, opened the passenger door, and Wang Zhi was startled, quickly withdrawing his hand, sitting upright, and looking over with a sweet, pretty tilt of his head, his lips still red from the kiss: "Brother, what's up?"

Gao Bochong asked, "Not starting it?"

Wang Zhi "oh"ed, finally remembering to insert the key and start the ignition.

The engine roared, its deep sound echoing in the garage, startling Wang Zhi, who quickly withdrew his hand, feeling that just trying it out was enough. But Gao Bochong seemed unable to watch any longer, climbing into the passenger seat: "Let's go."

Wang Zhi asked, "Where to?"

Gao Bochong was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "It's your car, you can go wherever you want."

In reality, Wang Zhi didn't feel like he owned the car, even though Gao Bochong said so. He still felt it belonged to Gao Bochong, afraid he might damage it. But with Gao Bochong watching, he had no choice but to cautiously start it, waiting for the lift to bring the car to the surface.

He glanced at Gao Bochong, hoping for instructions, but Gao Bochong remained silent, his arm resting on the car door, watching him casually.

Wang Zhi felt a bit at a loss, hesitated, and decided to drive into the city—

And take himself home.

The weather was clear, not a cloud in the sky, and stars were visible. Wang Zhi drove slowly, but Gao Bochong didn't rush him, not even speaking, as if he wasn't there.

The car's perfume was faint but sweet, the kind Wang Zhi liked. The roadside weeds bent under the airflow, then bounced back, and the autumn bird calls seemed distant and ethereal. Wang Zhi gradually relaxed, quietly taking out his phone, connecting to Bluetooth, and starting to play music randomly.

The first song was a foreign one, a clear female voice singing about dreams, love, and sex. Wang Zhi's fingers tapped to the beat, his lips curling up.

Gao Bochong turned his head, seemingly looking out the window, but through the rearview mirror, he quietly watched Wang Zhi's profile.

The roadside lights stood tall and silent, one by one, left behind, stretching into orange-yellow shadows. Wang Zhi's face flickered in and out of light, but his straight nose line was elegant, and his eyes were filled with emotion, a sense of happiness.

Gao Bochong watched him for a long time, long enough to find it strange. No matter how beautiful something is, one should become numb after seeing it for a long time, but some people are just endlessly fascinating.

"Brother." He heard Wang Zhi's cheerful voice, "We're here."

Only then did Gao Bochong come back to his senses, realizing Wang Zhi had driven to the building where he rented his apartment.

It was nighttime, and many people were out for a walk. When they saw the car, they turned to look, and children chattered around it. Gao Bochong frowned: "Why live in a place like this?"

What's wrong with here?

Wang Zhi's smile froze: "I think it's… okay?"

"Too noisy."

What do you know? A quieter place would cost an extra two thousand a month in rent.

But sitting in a car someone else gave him, Wang Zhi was understanding of Gao Bochong's detachment from the mundane: "After all, it's an old neighborhood, not as nice as the rich district."

Gao Bochong said, "Got it."

Got~ it~

Wang Zhi repeated sarcastically in his mind, unbuckling his seatbelt: "Then, Brother, I'm going back."

Gao Bochong called after him: "Not taking the car?"

Wang Zhi smiled: "The garage environment here isn't good. The car you gave me is so beautiful, I'm afraid it'll get scratched or damaged, so I'll trouble you to keep it for me for now."

He spoke sincerely, but in his heart, he thought, renting an apartment is expensive enough, and renting a parking space would cost even more.

Better to leave it at the Gao's, and he could occasionally feast his eyes on it.

Hearing this, Gao Bochong didn't insist, just looked at him, not knowing if he saw through Wang Zhi's money-saving tricks.

Wang Zhi felt a bit guilty, quickly changing the subject: "Brother hasn't been to my place, right? No time like the present, why not come up for a bit?"

Though he invited him, Wang Zhi knew Gao Bochong definitely wouldn't go.

After all, he even disliked the neighborhood, and he would surely scoff at such an old building.

Wang Zhi had already planned to go home, take a nice hot bath, play a couple of games, and catch up on a few episodes of a drama, ending a fulfilling day…

"Okay."

Wang Zhi said, "Then, Brother, goodbye… huh?"

Gao Bochong unbuckled his seatbelt, smiling slightly: "Didn't you invite me up?"

He was just being polite…

Wang Zhi had no choice but to say, "Then don't mind the mess."

The two took the somewhat old elevator upstairs. When the door opened, Wang Zhi rushed into the apartment, quickly gathering the clothes and stuffed animals scattered on the sofa into the guest room, closing the door, pretending nothing had happened, and elegantly smiled: "Please come in."

…

Gao Bochong had to play along, acting as if he hadn't seen anything, changing into slippers before entering the room.

Wang Zhi rented a two-bedroom, one-living room, a small square apartment filled with a sense of life. The sofa was covered with a goose-yellow throw, green plants adorned the windowsill, instant noodles were neatly stacked against the kitchen wall, and the half-open bedroom revealed a glimpse of messy bedding…

Gao Bochong withdrew his gaze, asking Wang Zhi: "Do you eat this every day?"

"What?" Wang Zhi looked around, realizing what Gao Bochong meant, "You mean instant noodles? Occasionally."

Actually, he ate them often.

His cooking skills were average, and when he didn't want to order takeout, he'd cook a pack of instant noodles.

Gao Bochong disapproved: "Not nutritious."

For the first time, Wang Zhi felt the eight-year age gap between him and Gao Bochong—

Who among young people cares about nutrition?

Wang Zhi treated the elder kindly, obediently saying: "I add bok choy and beef slices."

With meat and vegetables, carbs, vitamins, and protein all included, it couldn't be called non-nutritious.

Sure enough, although Gao Bochong still didn't fully agree, he didn't say anything more.

Wang Zhi was smug, feeling he had rendered Gao Bochong speechless, and cheerfully got up: "I'll make you some tea."

He ran to the kitchen, and Gao Bochong heard him rummaging for tea leaves and boiling water, wanting to say he didn't necessarily need tea.

But as soon as Gao Bochong moved, he suddenly noticed something unusual, pulling out something from under him.

It was a pair of pajama shorts.

Very short, very thin, worn for a long time, a bit old, but one could imagine the soft texture when worn, probably because the owner often rolled around in bed, making them wrinkled.

Gao Bochong glanced at it and put it down, still sitting there steadily, but his mind conjured a picture of Wang Zhi kneeling on the bed, hands gripping the headboard, his waist sinking, buttocks raised high, the shorts too short and thin to cover the endless spring, two snow-white, slender legs almost visible to the end, making one want to…

"Brother." Wang Zhi came out with a smile, holding tea, looking at Gao Bochong with some confusion, "What's wrong?"

Why was Gao Bochong looking at him like that?