Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 47

Chapter 47

"You're finally back, huh?"

Ning Quanwu held a stack of documents, initially wanting to slam them down in front of Gao Bochong, but he didn't have the guts. He raised them high and then gently placed them on the table.

But he couldn't help himself and said sarcastically, "You actually left your little wife at home alone, aren't you afraid someone might steal him away?"

Gao Bochong glanced at him, his tone indifferent, "No one can steal him away from me."

Ning Quanwu was almost overwhelmed by the sourness, yet he was also infuriated—

This Gao Bochong!

Back then, when he wanted to hang out with Wang Zhi, Gao Bochong said Wang Zhi was his sister-in-law and told him to keep his distance. Ning Quanwu really thought Gao Bochong cared about his brother, but who knew Gao Bochong would turn around and send Gao Fengming abroad, saying he was giving him the company, but he also withdrew all the staff.

Now Gao Fengming is abroad, holding an empty shell of a company, calling Ning Quanwu every day, crying and begging for help, saying he doesn't know where to start.

…

What a ruthless old Gao!

Even his own brother gets the short end of the stick.

And he even snatched his sister-in-law, throwing such a lavish wedding!

Ning Quanwu was also invited to attend, but he only stayed in the luxurious estate for a day before Gao Bochong sent him back to continue working.

Now, with new and old grudges, Ning Quanwu said resentfully, "Do you know how hateful your face looks right now?"

"Really?" Gao Bochong was indifferent, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Ning Quanwu was a bit flattered, it was the first time he heard Gao Bochong acknowledge his hard work, and he said bashfully, "It's really nothing."

Hearing this, Gao Bochong stood up and handed the stack of documents back to him, "Since it's not hard, you can stay tonight."

The documents were heavy, like a big pot in his arms.

Ning Quanwu instinctively asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" Gao Bochong smiled, "I have a date with Zhi Zhi, going home to have dinner with him tonight."

Ning Quanwu: …

The office door opened and closed, and Ning Quanwu was dumbfounded, realizing for the first time how shameless Gao Bochong could be.

It's one thing to show off his love, but why is he the one working overtime?!

It was rush hour, and the entire CBD was a sea of cars, forming a long string of pearls on the overpass. Gao Bochong instructed the driver, "Go to Dingyu first."

The driver complied, and the car merged into the traffic.

It was the first time Gao Bochong left work at this hour, misjudging the traffic jam. He checked the time and frowned.

His phone vibrated; it was a message from Wang Zhi.

[Zhi Zhi]: "Hubby, are you off work yet? [Little cat peeking.gif]"

Gao Bochong smiled slightly.

[Gao Bochong]: "On the way."

[Gao Bochong]: "A bit of traffic, I'll be home a little late. If you're hungry, go ahead and eat first."

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Bochong raised his phone, took a picture of the traffic outside the window, and sent it to Wang Zhi.

He wasn't trying to prove he wasn't intentionally coming home late, just worried Wang Zhi might overthink, especially since they had just gotten married, and this was their first dinner at home after the honeymoon.

Gao Bochong felt a bit regretful, knowing the traffic was this bad, he should have left half an hour earlier. It was all because Ning Quanwu suddenly came to chat, next time he should emphasize in the company that no one should wander around during leisure time.

Ning Quanwu, who was biting into a bun and working overtime at the company, suddenly sneezed, feeling a bit confused as he patted his back.

So sore, why does it feel like he's carrying a big pot?

After picking up something from Dingyu, Gao Bochong bought a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop downstairs.

The flowers weren't specially ordered, just ordinary ones, not quite up to Gao Bochong's standards. After getting in the car with the flowers, he messaged his assistant to have a bouquet delivered to the company every day from now on.

The assistant was a bit puzzled, "Are these for the madam? Why not have them delivered directly to the house?"

Gao Bochong simply said, "No need."

There were plenty of flowers at home, but Gao Bochong remembered when his parents were still in love, his father would bring a bouquet home for his mother every day. That was his first understanding of love, but later, the flowers stopped, people changed, and the shadow of love vanished.

Love is too fragile, changing from morning to night, not as solid as his marriage with Wang Zhi. But since he was now Wang Zhi's husband, he would do everything a husband should do.

Thinking of Wang Zhi, a smile appeared on Gao Bochong's lips. His fingers touched the flowers, thinking of Wang Zhi's delicate, smooth skin, like a flower, covered in dew, shimmering, seemingly unable to bear more.

The car stopped, and Gao Bochong, holding the flowers, eagerly walked into the house.

The sky had already darkened, with only a distant hint of navy blue, spreading into a half-orange hue, like the last kiss at the boundary of dusk and night. The house was at a comfortable temperature, with a faint aroma of food floating around, warm and tranquil. Light singing came from the living room, and when Gao Bochong walked over, he saw Wang Zhi curled up on the sofa, sleeping with his head tilted.

He was hugging a big, soft pillow, his chin slightly sunk into it, as if in a sweet dream. His hair fell, covering his brows, leaving only his straight, slightly upturned nose, so exquisite it seemed unreal.

Gao Bochong slowed his steps, afraid of waking him, just watching him brought a sense of peace.

This was the home he had imagined.

When he opened the door, his wife was waiting for him.

Gao Bochong crouched down, holding Wang Zhi's dangling hand. His fingers were slender, the tips slightly cool, without a hint of color.

Gao Bochong frowned, noting that Wang Zhi's health wasn't as good as it seemed. Next time, he should have a doctor come over for a check-up to see if there's anything that needs attention.

The fingertips in his palm relaxed, seemingly warmed by his body heat, feeling very comfortable. Wang Zhi unconsciously intertwined his fingers with Gao Bochong's, his sleeping face serene and beautiful.

Gao Bochong, as if enchanted, lowered his head, kissing each of his knuckles, feeling both cool and sweet.

"Honey…?" Above him, Wang Zhi was finally woken up, opening his eyes and calling him in a sticky voice, "You're back?"

Gao Bochong paused.

He didn't expect Wang Zhi to wake up while he was kissing him, his tone a bit odd, "Just got back. Why are you sleeping here? What if you catch a cold?"

Luckily, Wang Zhi had just woken up and didn't notice, just feeling a bit regretful.

He was only pretending to sleep on the sofa to give Gao Bochong a Sleeping Beauty experience, but he ended up really falling asleep because of last night's exhaustion!

Luckily, he woke up in time.

"I wanted to sit in the living room and see you first thing when you got home." Wang Zhi rubbed his eyes, seeing the flowers nearby, he quickly changed the subject, "These flowers are beautiful, are they for me?"

Gao Bochong smiled slightly, handing the flowers to him, "Saw them on the way, bought them on a whim."

Gao Bochong really didn't know how to talk.

What does he mean by 'on a whim'?

Wang Zhi really believed he hadn't dated before, otherwise, how come he didn't get any of the coolness?

But Gao Bochong's wealth made up for it quite well ^^

Wang Zhi took the flowers, burying his face in them and taking a gentle sniff, sweetly saying, "Thank you, hubby, I really like them."

For some reason, Gao Bochong suddenly asked, "What do you like?"

Wang Zhi was a bit surprised, looking up at him.

Gao Bochong felt a bit unnatural, not understanding why he asked such a question, "It's late, let's eat first…"

"Of course, I like the flowers." Wang Zhi answered with a smile, standing up and walking to Gao Bochong's side, giving him a light kiss on the lips, "But I like the husband who gave me the flowers even more."

So sweet.

His words, his kiss, him.

All sweet to the point of being overwhelming.

Even when sitting at the dining table, Gao Bochong was still savoring that kiss. Wang Zhi was already hungry, sitting down and having a bowl of soup to fill his stomach before happily starting to eat.

He had already noticed there was lobster tonight.

But Gao Bochong seemed a bit distracted while eating, Wang Zhi noticed but didn't ask.

It's too normal.

Isn't it expected for a CEO to not eat properly while thinking about big things?

Otherwise, why do they all have stomach problems?

But as a wife, Wang Zhi still had to care for Gao Bochong, giving him the ginger and scallion steamed fish belly he didn't like, "Hubby, eat more."

He's really considerate :D

After dinner, it was already late, and a cold wind was blowing outside, not suitable for a walk.

Wang Zhi didn't really want to go back to the bedroom.

After just eating, he was afraid of being pulled into some high-difficulty moves by Gao Bochong again.

Wang Zhi took the initiative, "I heard there's a new movie out, shall we watch it together?"

But Gao Bochong said, "I also heard there's a new TV series."

TV series?

Wang Zhi was a bit surprised because Gao Bochong didn't seem like someone who had time to watch TV series every day.

But the sponsor decides.

Wang Zhi went along with it, "What TV series, on which app?"

Gao Bochong smiled, handing Wang Zhi the disc he brought back from Dingyu. Wang Zhi didn't suspect anything, just curious about what TV series wasn't on an app and needed a disc to watch?

After putting the disc into the player, Wang Zhi ran back to the sofa, snuggling into Gao Bochong's arms.

Gao Bochong quickly caught him, the two of them cuddling together, sinking into the sofa.

Wang Zhi wasn't really interested in watching the TV series, just looking for something to do to avoid awkward silence with Gao Bochong. But as soon as the series started playing, he couldn't help but sit up straight, "Is this…"

On the screen, the opening theme started playing, faces flashed by, finally settling on a particularly familiar one—

It was Wang Zhi's own face.

Wang Zhi listened to the opening theme with surprise and anticipation, unable to contain his excitement as he asked Gao Bochong, "Where did you get this?"

Isn't this the TV series he filmed before? It's already finished production!

Gao Bochong smiled, "I bought the company that invested in this TV series. Now this series belongs to Dingyu. The master tape was just completed, and I thought you'd want to see it, so I brought it back."

Listening to him, Wang Zhi's expression was =口= the whole time.

Is this what it's like to be rich?

Buying a company just for a TV series.

And now they can watch the master tape together.

Wang Zhi was a bit sweaty, regretting his earlier disrespectful attitude towards the master tape. What if it got damaged!

Gao Bochong said, "The company has backups."

Only then did Wang Zhi relax, turning his attention back to the TV series.

The series was finally titled "Post-80s," telling the story of a group of people born in the 1980s striving for success. The story itself was rather cliché, with a male lead born into wealth but striving for self-improvement, and a beautiful, upwardly mobile female lead. Together, they start a business, succeed, and ride the waves of the times to the pinnacle of life.

Wang Zhi's supporting role, after script changes and added scenes, transformed from a devoted yet slightly antagonistic character into the male lead's eternal white moonlight.

Wang Zhi was happy about the added scenes but still a bit anxious.

He wasn't sure how the reshot scenes would turn out, whether they'd feel out of place.

Wang Zhi nervously clutched Gao Bochong's sleeve, and Gao Bochong, feeling a bit helpless, pulled his hand over to hold it. Wang Zhi, distracted, let him hold it without moving, like a little hamster.

Gao Bochong found him adorable, placing a cushion behind him to make him more comfortable. Wang Zhi didn't notice, his eyes glued to the screen.

His first scene was about to appear.

This was also a reshot scene.

Previously, he didn't have a close-up when he appeared, but after reshooting, his entrance was when the male lead fell while learning to ride a bike, and he handed the male lead a handkerchief.

In the scene, he wore a white outfit, his features shrouded in bright light, yet still faintly showing a delicate coolness. The close-up focused on his hand, slender fingers immaculate.

The male lead stared at him, and he put down the handkerchief, smiling slightly, so beautiful it was almost like an illusion.

An effective entrance!

This was an effective entrance!

Wang Zhi's heart was pounding, not the first time seeing himself on TV, but it was the first time he felt the camera's affection, a perspective with warmth and emotion, easily drawing people into the male lead's shoes, establishing the white moonlight image instantly.

Beside him, Gao Bochong wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and Wang Zhi leaned into his embrace, hearing Gao Bochong say, "It's well shot."

Wang Zhi asked, "You think so too?"

"Of course, why else would I have someone buy it?"

Wang Zhi suddenly realized.

He was too narcissistic, thinking Gao Bochong bought the series for him?

Indeed, a big shot is a big shot because of their unique vision, always starting from a place of profit.

Wang Zhi admired, "Hubby, you have such a keen eye, you must have seen this series would be a hit at first glance."

Gao Bochong chuckled, saying lightly, "No, I just thought the director shot you beautifully."

…

Damn.

Was Gao Bochong teasing him, or did he genuinely mean it?

Wang Zhi felt his ears heat up, pretending to be shy and burying his head in Gao Bochong's chest, "You're so annoying."

His coquettishness was also very cute, and Gao Bochong pinched his slightly warm ear. They watched a bit more, but there weren't many scenes with Wang Zhi, so he wasn't as focused, shifting and saying, "I wonder when this series will air."

He was just making small talk, not expecting Gao Bochong to answer, "Next month."

Wang Zhi was surprised, "How do you know?"

Gao Bochong said, "Dingyu has priority, all procedures are pre-approved, so it can air. Just in time for this year's Golden Phoenix Awards."

The Golden Phoenix Awards are known as the "Oscars of the domestic TV industry," maintaining their prestige even in an era where the credibility of various awards is rapidly declining.

Wang Zhi didn't expect Gao Bochong to have such high hopes for the series, feeling a bit puzzled.

Could it be he didn't see the award-winning potential in the series?

Surely it wasn't just love making him see beauty in everything?

Wang Zhi tentatively joked, "You didn't arrange this just for me, did you?"

Gao Bochong's hand rested on his waist, originally absentmindedly stroking his back, but paused at his words, pulling him closer.

Wang Zhi cooperatively sat on his lap, hearing Gao Bochong ask with a hint of a smile, "Is there anyone else in your crew who's my wife?"

Wang Zhi couldn't help but laugh too.

Even knowing it was just a small matter for Gao Bochong, Wang Zhi still felt a burst of joy.

Gao Bochong was really good to him.

Wang Zhi wrapped his arms around Gao Bochong's neck, leaning in to kiss him, "Thank you, hubby."

That night, Wang Zhi originally wanted to kneel again, but was suddenly picked up by Gao Bochong and thrown onto the bed. The bed was soft, Wang Zhi bounced a bit, propping himself up with his hands, about to give a sultry look to Gao Bochong, but suddenly widened his eyes.

Gao Bochong knelt in front of him, lowering his head, just like he did last night…

Too thrilling.

Last time, although Gao Bochong did this too, the layers of wedding dress fabric blocked the view, so Wang Zhi didn't actually see anything, but now, he could see everything clearly.

Wang Zhi quickly covered his mouth with his hand, preventing himself from crying out.

By the time Gao Bochong lifted his head, Wang Zhi was already like a puddle of water on the bed, a tear hanging from the corner of his eye, trembling, while his chest heaved violently, still not recovered from the fireworks that had just unfolded.

Gao Bochong smiled, asking Wang Zhi, "Do you like it?"

Wang Zhi's vision was filled with dancing colors, like a broken TV, his ears buzzing, from his fingers to his toes, all curled and tingling to the extreme.

His gaze aimlessly swept over Gao Bochong, suddenly fixing on the muscles beneath his firm abs.

…

Wang Zhi closed his eyes, wanting to pretend he hadn't seen, but Gao Bochong had already kissed him.

The overwhelming kiss was like a tsunami, crashing down on reason, making one unable to resist sinking into the heat of skin against skin.

Wang Zhi half-kneeled, hands resting on Gao Bochong's abs, feeling the muscles tense under his palms, as hard as marble, Gao Bochong himself like a Roman statue, a perfect blend of strength and divinity.

Wang Zhi's waist ached terribly, crying and begging Gao Bochong, "I'm really tired."

Being on top was really exhausting, better to just lie down.

Gao Bochong half-reclined there, removing his glasses, his gaze deep, fingers brushing Wang Zhi's ear, causing Wang Zhi's tears to fall, feeling like electricity crackling on his skin.

"Baby," he heard Gao Bochong's voice, low and sexy, "ride me like a horse."

This sentence couldn't be thought about in detail, Wang Zhi almost couldn't take it.

He couldn't support himself, collapsing, unable to say a word.

Too… too deep.

It felt like it was going to burst out of his throat.

Gao Bochong suddenly reached out, pressing on the bulge on Wang Zhi's lower abdomen, through the thin skin, Wang Zhi felt like there was a fire inside him.

"Is this enough to satisfy you?" Gao Bochong's eyes were full of excitement, "Such a delicate baby."

The sound of crying mixed with the sound of water, like autumn rain, tapping on the window with a rustling sound.

The lights went out late, Wang Zhi buried his head in Gao Bochong's neck, falling into a deep sleep.

Gao Bochong kissed him, no matter how many times it wasn't enough.

But only at this moment, in the bedroom, could he be free from distractions, not having to think about whether he was just indulging in the physical, or if he had already surrendered to the heart.