Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Wang Zhi was in a great mood. Just thinking about the fact that the TV drama he starred in was being sent to the Golden Phoenix Awards—whether it won or not, it was a form of recognition—made him find Gao Bochong more and more pleasing to the eye.

He rarely woke up earlier than Gao Bochong, and originally wanted to get up and make a loving breakfast for him. But as soon as he tried to sit up, he fell back down again. Gao Bochong was holding him too tightly!

Wang Zhi struggled to poke at Gao Bochong's abs. Gao Bochong, with half-closed eyes, grabbed his hand and kissed it by his lips. "What time is it?"

"If you don't let go of me, we're going to be late."

Gao Bochong chuckled, "Weren't you happy riding horses last night?"

As soon as he mentioned it, Wang Zhi recalled his energy while riding freely, but he didn't expect that horse riding would be so exhausting. Isn't there a saying that there's no land that can't be plowed, only cows that die of exhaustion? How come in his case, he was the one being drained dry?

Really, not a drop left…

Wang Zhi said with a sense of age, "I find I still prefer quieter entertainment activities. Horse riding is too challenging for me."

Gao Bochong said, "Alright, then I'll ride tonight."

That's not what he meant…!

How does Gao Bochong manage to twist every word he says into something suggestive?

Wang Zhi couldn't figure it out. After breakfast, on the way to the film crew, he suddenly told the driver, "Brother Zhou, please make a detour to Junting Hotel."

He had already checked it out. Junting was having a tenth-anniversary event, and such a five-star hotel used to charge a four-figure service fee just for a private room. Now, not only was it comprehensive, but everything was also 20% off, just right for treating the film crew to a meal.

When placing the deposit, Wang Zhi hesitated for a moment but decided not to use Gao Bochong's black card. The money for the treat wasn't much, so he wouldn't spend Gao Bochong's money for now, lest he thought he was so petty that he needed to rely on him for even small amounts, appearing materialistic without any class.

He'd save it up and buy a big luxury item in one go later!

With the anticipation of the "luxury item" he hadn't yet acquired, Wang Zhi happily swiped his own card, then got back in the car to go to the film crew for shooting.

In the company, Gao Bochong was processing business with his head down when the assistant suddenly came in. Seeing him looking at documents, the assistant hesitated.

Without looking up, Gao Bochong asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Only then did the assistant whisper, "Madam went to Junting this morning. Now Junting is calling to ask if they should upgrade the regular private room to a deluxe one."

"Junting?"

Gao Bochong remembered it was a hotel he didn't frequent, but such chain groups would proactively offer VIP services for him. He instructed the assistant to add Wang Zhi's name to all his membership cards, so wherever he spent, it would be billed directly.

"Such a small matter, no need to specifically inform me."

After a pause, he thought that Wang Zhi was probably booking a room to treat the film crew. Wang Zhi hadn't introduced him to his friends before, and this gathering with the crew could be considered meeting colleagues. First impressions were important, lest people think Wang Zhi married the wrong person.

Gao Bochong changed his mind, "Tell Junting not to prepare any alcohol."

The assistant agreed, and only then did Gao Bochong continue with his work.

Previously, he could focus on documents without distraction, but this time he was a bit absent-minded, wondering when Wang Zhi would invite him to join the gathering with his colleagues.

Since he booked a private room, why not use his card?

After giving it to him, he hadn't used it once.

Was he being reserved? Or did he forget?

Unable to figure out what Wang Zhi was thinking, he planned to hint at him when he got home.

The card was his once given. Not spending a cent, did he think he was just pretending to be generous?

Or was it Gao Fengming's fault?

When dating Wang Zhi, he didn't cultivate a good habit in him, making him so restrained that he didn't even dare to spend money.

In the evening, learning from yesterday's experience, Gao Bochong left the office an hour early, took the flowers that had been delivered, and returned home on time.

Wang Zhi came back later than him, humming a tune as he entered. Seeing him there, he was surprised, "Husband?"

How did Gao Bochong get back earlier than him?

Not wanting Wang Zhi to know he left early to avoid traffic, he simply said, "Wash your hands and eat."

The flowers were placed at the entrance, visible at a glance.

Wang Zhi immediately smiled, "Today's flowers are even prettier, thank you, husband."

Gao Bochong smiled, "No need to thank me."

During dinner, Wang Zhi cheerfully shared interesting stories from the film crew, but suddenly stopped halfway.

Gao Bochong asked, "Why did you stop?"

Wang Zhi said awkwardly, "Should I not talk so much during meals?"

Aren't wealthy families particular about not speaking during meals? But Gao Bochong didn't follow the rule of not speaking in bed; he was always very talkative there, more so than usual, and everything he said was quite… intense.

Gao Bochong said, "We don't have that rule at home."

He added, "It's interesting, I love listening."

Only then did Wang Zhi brighten up, his eyes curving as he continued.

Gao Bochong listened patiently, occasionally chiming in, but he was thinking about when Wang Zhi would bring up inviting him to the gathering.

After dinner, Wang Zhi took his dishes to the kitchen and came out to take Gao Bochong's as well, only to find that he had already gotten up and followed him in.

Wang Zhi was surprised, "Why didn't you let me do it?"

"I can do it myself."

Gao Bochong spoke lightly, but his brows were furrowed.

Wang Zhi thought he was being meddlesome but didn't mind.

Even though there were servants, such small tasks were easy to do, and Wang Zhi wasn't used to being a hands-off boss.

But Gao Bochong was thinking he was a step too late; if he had been earlier, he could have taken Wang Zhi's dishes in as well.

Both had their own thoughts, walking hand in hand without speaking. The wind was getting colder, and the chrysanthemums in the garden were fragrant. Wang Zhi hugged his arms, and beside him, Gao Bochong reached out, pulling him into his embrace, touching his neck, "A bit cold."

Wang Zhi said, "It is a bit, the temperature dropped suddenly."

Gao Bochong: "I'll have the doctor come over on the weekend to check you and prescribe some Chinese medicine."

Chinese medicine is so bitter.

Wang Zhi immediately changed his tune, "Actually, I'm full of energy, so I'm not cold at all."

But Gao Bochong said, "Just like that."

…

Dictator!

Wang Zhi secretly huffed, and in defiance, he tucked his fingers into his sleeves, not letting Gao Bochong catch them.

But Gao Bochong didn't mind at all, thinking Wang Zhi was just cold, and wrapped his entire fist in his palm, "Such a baby."

Wang Zhi: …

He wasn't being a baby…!

But Gao Bochong's hand was really warm, and Wang Zhi closed his eyes comfortably, letting out a soft sigh. Seeing him like this, Gao Bochong smiled, thinking it was still too cold outside. Once they were back in the room, Wang Zhi would probably invite him.

At night.

The servants returned to their quarters in the side building, leaving only Gao Bochong and Wang Zhi in the main building.

In the living room, Wang Zhi sat on the piano bench, behind him a grand antique piano. Gao Bochong kissed him deeply, and Wang Zhi involuntarily leaned back, his elbow hitting the keys, producing a loud sound that startled him, making him instinctively tighten his legs around Gao Bochong.

Gao Bochong grunted, his hand on Wang Zhi's waist tightening, leaving red marks like roses blooming and wilting.

Wang Zhi dared not touch the keys again, but with Gao Bochong pressing on, he had nowhere to retreat, trembling in his embrace, and could only say with a sob, "Husband…"

"Husband's here, baby, what's wrong?"

Wang Zhi was really about to cry.

He was stuck there, his arms sore, his legs sore, his slender waist trembling violently.

But Gao Bochong was relentless, as if he couldn't guess what Wang Zhi was thinking. Wang Zhi had to bite his lip and say, "Can you… hurry up…"

Finish.

But all Gao Bochong heard were the last two words.

The intermittent piano sounds started again, echoing through the empty mansion. Wang Zhi was so embarrassed his face turned red, but Gao Bochong insisted on praising him, "Baby, you play so beautifully."

He bit Wang Zhi's ear, licking his earlobe, "You sound so good too."

Wang Zhi's voice was hoarse from crying, swearing he'd stay away from the piano in the future, never again falling for Gao Bochong's sweet talk and sitting on the piano bench like today.

But Gao Bochong was satisfied, seeing Wang Zhi exhausted and limp in his arms, his male pride completely fulfilled.

Wang Zhi was carried upstairs, placed in the bathtub to wash up. During the process, he was so sleepy he couldn't keep his eyes open. Once placed on the bed, he immediately fell into a deep sleep—

Only to be pulled back.

Gao Bochong held him, calling softly, "Zhi Zhi."

Annoying!

After exhausting him for so long, he still wouldn't let him sleep.

Wang Zhi asked impatiently, "What?"

Gao Bochong paused, then laughed, "Nothing, you sleep first."

It seemed he was indeed tired, even throwing a small tantrum at him.

The invitation wasn't urgent; by morning, he should tell him.

The next morning, after Wang Zhi struggled to get up, he deliberately pretended to accidentally step on Gao Bochong's leg.

Gao Bochong hissed, grabbing his ankle. Wang Zhi, unable to keep his balance, almost fell, his heart racing as he quickly said, "Husband, I'm sorry."

Only then did Gao Bochong slowly let go, asking with a hint of meaning, "Still going to the film crew today?"

Wang Zhi replied, "Yes."

He was busy today, with filming and confirming the private room number and menu at the hotel. Should he ask the director for leave to leave early and wait at the hotel to greet guests?

Wang Zhi had a lot on his mind, staring at his phone during breakfast, completely missing the look on Gao Bochong's face.

After eating, he quickly took the plates to the kitchen, then ran out to peck a kiss on Gao Bochong's cheek, "Husband, I'm off."

Gao Bochong said, "Alright…"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhi had already run off.

He had changed his shower gel recently, smelling of fresh sweet orange. Through the window, he could see him standing at the door, stretching with all his might, a glimpse of his snow-white, flexible waist peeking out from under his shirt, only to be covered again.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Gao Bochong finished his meal and took the dishes to the kitchen.

The butler, waiting on the side, quickly reached out to take them, "Sir, let me do it."

"No need," said Gao Bochong, "Madam likes to do things himself, so we'll do it ourselves from now on."

The butler didn't expect Gao Bochong to accommodate Wang Zhi to this extent, even when Wang Zhi wasn't around, maintaining the same habits.

The butler held Wang Zhi in high regard.

Madam was indeed unfathomable, managing to change the master's habits in just a few days.

But Gao Bochong was a bit frustrated.

Why hadn't Wang Zhi mentioned the gathering yet?

Did he not need him to attend the gathering with his colleagues tonight?

But wasn't this gathering to celebrate their marriage?

If he didn't go, what would that look like?!

…

No rush, the gathering was in the evening. Maybe Wang Zhi planned to tell him before getting off work, and he would have plenty of time to get there.

Ning Quanwu had worked overtime for two days and couldn't hold on, accidentally falling asleep during work hours.

When he woke up, he guiltily realized he had slept through an entire workday.

But even without him, the company ran smoothly.

Feeling a bit lost, Ning Quanwu took his work materials to bother Gao Bochong—

They had been married for so long, why hadn't he let Wang Zhi meet with their old friends?

Determined to criticize Gao Bochong, he knocked on the door and went on the offensive, "Old Gao, when are you going to bring Zhi Zhi out for a gathering with us—oh my god, Old Gao, why do you look so bad, is Zhi Zhi divorcing you?"

Behind the desk, Gao Bochong was staring coldly at him.

Hearing this, Gao Bochong sneered, "Seems like you don't have enough work?"

Coming here to spout nonsense.

Ning Quanwu, realizing he had unknowingly offended Gao Bochong again, said weakly, "There's already enough, Mr. Gao."

Ignoring him, Gao Bochong took out his phone to check again.

Less than half an hour until the end of the workday.

As far as he knew, the film crew should be wrapping up as well.

But Wang Zhi's WeChat remained silent, with no intention of inviting him.

Unaware that his current mood was eerily similar to someone being bullied in an American high school, he simply stared at his phone, trying to discern why Wang Zhi was attending the gathering alone.

After a long time, still unable to figure it out, he asked Ning Quanwu, "…Under what circumstances would your partner attend a gathering without you?"

Ning Quanwu casually replied, "Of course, when they find me annoying. Why, is Zhi Zhi going out without you?"

Gao Bochong coldly said, "No."

Ning Quanwu: "Then why are you asking?"

Gao Bochong: "None of your business."

Ning Quanwu: "There's another possibility."

Gao Bochong looked up at him.

Ning Quanwu chuckled, "Maybe they think you're old, there's a generation gap, and they're afraid you'll ruin the young people's gathering."

Gao Bochong: …

A generation gap?

-

Outside the private room, Wang Zhi looked up to confirm the room number, puzzled, "I remember booking a regular room?"

Recalling the VIP user's note, the manager, who had come to accompany him, smiled, "You know, we're having a tenth-anniversary event, so we upgraded you."

"Upgraded?" Wang Zhi asked suspiciously, "What about the price?"

Would a VIP user really care about the price?

The manager maintained a smile, "Of course, it's free."

Wang Zhi was relieved, "Thank you."

"It's our pleasure." The manager led Wang Zhi into the room, introducing the menu, "Originally, you booked a premium business meal, now upgraded to a supreme luxury set for free. Is there anything you can't eat?"

Wang Zhi took the menu, surprised to find the supreme luxury set included expensive seafood like lobster and grouper, but no alcohol.

Seeing the manager's enthusiastic gaze, Wang Zhi said, "It's fine, just like this."

No alcohol, no problem. He'd just order some drinks later.

Wang Zhi, calculating carefully, took out his phone, feeling a bit conflicted.

Should he invite Gao Bochong?

Originally, he just planned a small gathering, and with Gao Bochong busy with work, he didn't want to bother him with such a trivial matter. But now, with the hotel's free upgrade, the gathering seemed to reach a standard where he could invite Gao Bochong.

But…

What if Gao Bochong refused?

That would be so awkward.

And Wang Zhi remembered that Gao Bochong wasn't just his husband but also his financial backer. It was best not to disturb him when he was free.

Wang Zhi put down his phone, deciding not to trouble Gao Bochong with socializing.

He had no idea that on the other side of the city, his husband was falling into deep self-doubt because of his thoughtfulness.

Around seven o'clock, the film crew's staff had all arrived, filling two tables. The director didn't come, but the assistant director passed on a message, "Old Cheng's daughter came back from abroad today, so he went to pick her up. It's not that he didn't want to come."

Wang Zhi smiled, "I know Director Cheng didn't mean it. He sent me a big red envelope, so not coming would be a loss."

The assistant director laughed heartily, while Leng Neyan forced a smile, clearly disliking the assistant director's fawning over Wang Zhi.

Heh, what's so funny?

Wang Zhi suddenly said, "Brother Leng, thank you for helping me take leave this afternoon."

Leng Neyan immediately beamed, "No trouble at all. Just a word, Xiao Wang, you're too polite."

The assistant director glanced at him, "Xiao Leng, why are you smiling so obsequiously?"

Leng Neyan: …

Damn.

As everyone took their seats, Leng Neyan looked around, and the assistant director noticed, asking, "What are you looking for?"

Leng Neyan said, "I see Mr. Gao hasn't arrived. Shouldn't we save him a seat?"

The assistant director paused, naturally moving his seat next to the main one. Wang Zhi quickly said, "My brother isn't coming today."

Not coming?

Even the assistant director was surprised, not expecting Gao Bochong not to come.

Wang Zhi smiled, "He's too busy with work, sorry everyone."

Everyone quickly said, "We understand."

Wang Zhi raised his glass, "Everyone's been busy all day, so I won't say much. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. I hope everyone enjoys the meal tonight."

He drank first, and everyone followed, then smacked their lips.

…It didn't taste like alcohol.

Wang Zhi smiled, "It's Sprite. Drinking it won't affect filming tomorrow."

Alcohol is stinky and tastes bad, nowhere near as good as Sprite.

He hated drinking culture the most. ^^

Though it was a bit strange without alcohol, once the lobsters and seafood were served, everyone's attention shifted. Wang Zhi took a piece, finding it not as tasty.

His taste buds must have been spoiled by the Gao family's chef.

His phone buzzed, and Wang Zhi saw it was a call from Gao Bochong. He quickly got up, found a place to answer, "Hello, husband?"

"Not home yet?"

On the other end, Gao Bochong's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Wang Zhi said, "I'm out with colleagues for a gathering."

Gao Bochong asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to disturb your work."

Gao Bochong didn't speak, and Wang Zhi couldn't figure out the purpose of the call, so he stayed on the line quietly.

Suddenly, voices and the sound of a lighter came from nearby. Wang Zhi stood in a corner, the greenery blocking his view. He tilted his head to see a few people from the crew smoking and chatting.

"I thought we'd see the legendary Gao Bochong."

"Who wouldn't? If I'd known he wasn't coming, I wouldn't have come either."

"Come on, you ate the most lobster earlier. If you hadn't come, you'd have missed out."

The person retorted, "Nonsense, I was just eating casually. But seriously, this Wang Zhi, married into a wealthy family, yet treats us so stingily, not even serving alcohol? Just a few plates of lobster and seafood to show off?"

"Having it is already good."

Another person said meaningfully, "A rich family's canary, just pretty, not true love, right?"

"Exactly. Otherwise, why would he invite colleagues to a wedding banquet, and the husband doesn't even show up?"

The group smoked and chatted enthusiastically, suddenly hearing footsteps. Turning around, they saw Wang Zhi walking out from somewhere, smiling at them, "What a coincidence, here for a smoke?"

They were all startled, not expecting Wang Zhi to be there, feeling uneasy, unsure how much he had heard.

But Wang Zhi's expression revealed nothing. Someone tentatively said, "Yeah, here for a smoke. Why are you out here?"

Wang Zhi shook his phone, "Taking a call."

The person relaxed.

Since he was on a call, he probably didn't hear what they said.

But Wang Zhi smiled again, "By the way, I heard what you just said. I didn't buy alcohol because I was afraid you'd get drunk and act up, but I didn't expect that even without alcohol, nothing good would come out of your mouths."

He smiled elegantly, his eyes curving, his tone emotionless, sounding like casual conversation. He was usually amiable, treating directors and staff equally.

None of them expected him to suddenly say such things, stunned for a moment before saying, "How can you talk like that?"

"What did I say?" Wang Zhi glanced at them, his expression unchanged, but a hint of disdain in his eyes, "For people like you who gossip behind others' backs, I'm already being polite by not barking like you."

Calling him a canary was one thing, but why involve Gao Bochong?

That was his financial backer!

What right did they have to talk about him behind his back?

The group was embarrassed, "You're being too harsh!"

"Yeah, are we lying? Your husband really didn't come."

"Don't get angry, we were just joking. Can't you take a joke?"

Now they were trying to pin the blame on him for gossiping?

Wang Zhi chuckled, about to speak again when someone suddenly called, "Wang Zhi—"

He turned to see Leng Neyan running over from the private room, out of breath, "What are you doing here? Come back with me!"

Interrupted, Wang Zhi hadn't finished venting, and asked coldly, "What's wrong?"

Leng Neyan, too excited to notice his displeasure, took a deep breath and said loudly, "Your husband—Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao is here!"