Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Gao Bochong seemed particularly excited today.

After everything was over, Wang Zhi felt a bit uncomfortable. His legs were covered in red marks from Gao Bochong's grip, and his stomach felt bloated, as if filled with something hot. Tears still hung at the corners of Wang Zhi's eyes, his eyes were red, and he was wrapped in a blanket, trying to breathe steadily.

Gao Bochong, shirtless, went to the bathroom to get a hot towel. He came back, lifted the blanket, and wanted to help Wang Zhi clean up. But as soon as his hand touched Wang Zhi, he felt Wang Zhi trembling all over.

Gao Bochong withdrew his hand and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No…" Wang Zhi's voice was soft, with a hint of allure he didn't even notice himself, "I'll do it myself."

Gao Bochong didn't insist, handing the towel to Wang Zhi. However, Wang Zhi didn't want to clean himself in front of him, so even though his legs were weak, he forced himself to stand up and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

When he finished washing and came out, he saw Gao Bochong standing at the door waiting for him.

Wang Zhi smiled and snuggled into Gao Bochong's arms, "Were you waiting for me?"

Gao Bochong responded with a "hmm," kissed his slightly damp short hair. Wang Zhi was a bit nervous, afraid that Gao Bochong would want to go again, but Gao Bochong just bent down, picked him up, and said, "Sleep."

Just like that?

Wang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, found a comfortable position in Gao Bochong's arms. He was really tired, and just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Gao Bochong say, "Baby, I'm sorry."

Wang Zhi opened his eyes in confusion, "What?"

"Today… I was too rough with you."

"Was it?" Wang Zhi thought seriously, "You mean just now?"

"…Hmm."

Wang Zhi yawned, "No."

Although he used a bit too much strength, men sometimes can't control themselves in bed.

Sometimes, he would even bite Gao Bochong until he bled.

Gao Bochong didn't say anything, and Wang Zhi felt he was a bit strange, as if something was bothering him.

Sigh, so even rich people have worries.

Wang Zhi turned around considerately, buried his head in Gao Bochong's arms, and patted his back like comforting a big dog, "You've been really good to me. I'm really happy you came to see me."

In the autumn mountains, even with the air conditioning on, it didn't feel warm. Only when their skin was pressed together did it feel warm and cozy. When Wang Zhi turned around and hugged Gao Bochong, Gao Bochong's whole body stiffened for a moment. Then, he hugged Wang Zhi tightly, his arms so tight.

Wang Zhi felt a bit breathless, but he also felt that in that moment when Gao Bochong hugged him, it was as if he was deeply in love with him.

Just as if.

That was enough.

In their marriage, beyond money, just a little warmth was enough.

Wang Zhi smiled, "Husband, I really like you."

After a long time, Gao Bochong said, "I love you too."

It was love.

But Wang Zhi was too tired to hear the difference, and he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Listening to his steady breathing, Gao Bochong felt a sense of peace in his heart. He clumsily relaxed his arms, realizing for the first time that he might be holding Wang Zhi too tightly, perhaps hurting him.

Even if he didn't hold him so tightly, Wang Zhi wouldn't leave.

He said he liked him.

No one could take him away from his side, even if he smiled at other men, it was just an act.

Only he was his husband, and he would always come home.

Back to his side.

-

The next day, when Wang Zhi woke up, Gao Bochong had already left. He lay in the still warm bed, squinting his eyes, staring at the sunlight streaming in through the window, lost in thought for a while.

So comfortable, even though last night was so exhausting, his body didn't feel sore at all.

He must have gotten used to it.

Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance. Wang Zhi turned his head and saw the floor from the door to the bedside was covered with fresh flowers. The flowers were vibrant and dewy, with a sweet fragrance, clearly delivered that morning.

Wang Zhi got up and picked up a bouquet.

Why did Gao Bochong suddenly send so many flowers?

Wang Zhi was a bit happy, took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it out.

Zhi Zhi: "Such beautiful flowers."

Zhi Zhi: "Husband, did you have someone send these?"

Gao Bochong quickly replied, "Why are you up so early? Why not sleep a bit more?"

Wang Zhi playfully replied.

Gao Bochong: "Next time I'll leave later."

Is Gao Bochong being so agreeable today?

Wang Zhi felt a bit embarrassed.

Zhi Zhi: "No need, no need, husband's work is important."

After sending this, Gao Bochong stared at the screen for a while. Wang Zhi sent another photo, in the clear and serene light, he sat on the bed, holding a bouquet of flowers.

The flowers were beautiful, but his smile was even more so, falling in the even light, like a simple and elegant flower, quietly blooming.

It made one want to keep him hidden, like the most mysterious and precious gift of a lifetime, unseen by anyone else.

His subordinates were still reporting, "…Everything is going smoothly, Tianwen is in the final stages, and we can proceed with the third test."

After the report, the usually serious and focused boss seemed distracted, staring at his phone, lost in thought.

The subordinates didn't dare to speak, afraid of interrupting the boss's thoughts. After a while, they finally heard Gao Bochong speak, "Understood. I'll personally conduct the third test."

The boss had spoken, and the subordinates immediately installed it on his phone.

After logging in, Gao Bochong hesitated for a moment and asked Tianwen, "How do you determine if it's possessiveness or love for someone?"

The progress bar turned, indicating Tianwen was thinking.

But suddenly, Gao Bochong laughed.

How could he ask such a stupid question?

Love? He never believed in love.

His parents' marriage was born of love, but it also fell apart because of love. This so-called emotion was just a combination of interests.

When the interests were sufficient, love might last forever, just like when his father relied on his mother for the company, he was attentive and seemed deeply in love. When the company's crisis was resolved, the love disappeared, and his father seemed like a different person, withdrawing all his affection, leaving only the face of a ruthless businessman.

Gao Bochong closed the page, pretending he hadn't asked such a silly question.

But in the closed page, the AI was still loyally pondering the human's question, even though he didn't see it, it still provided an answer: "The user asked 'How to determine if it's possessiveness or love for someone.' Xiao Wen believes that possessiveness is a part of love. When you develop feelings for someone, it's natural to want to be alone with them, leading to a desire for exclusivity. This is an innate human instinct. In other words, when the user tries to monopolize someone, perhaps the user has already deeply fallen in love with that person."

-

After living in the mountains for more than half a month, Ning Ruji finally found inspiration and started filming.

Only someone of his status could afford to waste time like this. After all, living in the mountains was burning money every day. If it were a smaller director, the investors would have torn him apart by now.

Wang Zhi was very excited, curious about what kind of role he was playing, and then Ning Ruji had him running around the mountains all day.

Just running.

At first, Wang Zhi found it interesting, admiring the flowers along the way. But after the nth run, he was exhausted, with only one thought in his mind: How long do I have to keep running?!

So tired…

Wang Zhi started to slow down, breathing heavily, unable to maintain his expression. The sun gradually rose, steaming the warm moisture, the mountain road winding, still muddy from last night's rain. Wang Zhi was splattered with mud all over, even a few drops on his face, falling on his jade-like skin, like a Buddha lowering his gaze.

"Cut!" Ning Ruji shouted, "Good!"

Wang Zhi didn't know what was "good," panting as he asked Ning Ruji, "Director, is this shot done?"

"Done." Ning Ruji, who was usually stern during filming, smiled, "Xiao Wang, your performance was really good."

Wang Zhi, suddenly energized by the praise, offered, "I can still run."

Ning Ruji laughed heartily, "Good, good, Xiao Wang, I like actors like you who are both beautiful and have a good attitude."

Wang Zhi was delighted, and that night, lying in bed, he told Gao Bochong, "The director praised me."

Gao Bochong bent over to massage him, seeing the long, thin scratches on his calves from the grass, scabbed over, along with the mosquito bites, making him look battered.

Yet he was still happily saying, "…An international director praised me like this. Husband, do you think I'm actually quite suited for acting?"

He seemed to be glowing.

Gao Bochong carefully massaged his calves, hearing him hum comfortably, then said, "You've always been suited for it."

Wang Zhi said, "No director has ever praised me before."

"That's because they lack vision," Gao Bochong said calmly, "Are they as good as Ning Ruji?"

"True." Wang Zhi smiled shyly, lifting his leg and wiggling his foot, "But Director Ning doesn't have as much vision as you, husband."

His feet were delicate, with distinct bones, like green jade wrapped in snow-like skin, his toes a rosy pink, smooth and round. Suddenly, Gao Bochong lowered his head and bit his foot.

Wang Zhi hissed, quickly retracting his foot and stopped moving.

Gao Bochong chuckled, "I'm a businessman, and businessmen have the sharpest eyes, only wanting the best."

Wang Zhi was so flattered he was almost embarrassed, "I'm not that good."

His hands were large, his palms warm, pressing into his waist, sinking slightly into the flesh. Wang Zhi, feeling soft all over, buried his head in the pillow and slowly fell asleep.

After finishing the massage, Gao Bochong applied medicine to his leg wounds, making him comfortable, then lay down beside him. Even though he was already asleep, feeling Gao Bochong's body heat, he immediately snuggled over, finding a familiar spot to settle in.

Gao Bochong watched his slightly trembling eyelashes, feeling a soft peace in his heart, kissed him, rested his forehead against his, and fell into a deep sleep.

With Gao Bochong taking care of him, Wang Zhi was full of energy every day, like an NPC in a game, refreshing with new status daily. No matter how Ning Ruji pushed him, the more he pushed, the more energetic he became, making Ning Ruji marvel, "Xiao Wang is the best newcomer I've ever seen."

Few newcomers, after being pushed so hard, would become more and more vigorous.

Ning Ruji didn't like actors having their own ideas and opinions, so he liked to push them hard at the start, making them obedient once their minds were numb.

But now, he truly appreciated Wang Zhi's talent, reluctant to push him too hard, yet Wang Zhi remained diligent, striving to meet every requirement.

Ning Ruji couldn't help but sigh, "Truly a rough gem."

Someone nearby laughed, "Xiao Zhi is the smartest, he was like this in school."

Ning Ruji was surprised, "Teacher Xu, you knew Xiao Wang before?"

Xu Youyi smiled, "I'm his senior."

"So Xiao Wang is also a top student." Ning Ruji was impressed, "I thought beauty and wisdom couldn't coexist. No wonder Old Gao acted so quickly, he really has an eye for talent."

Xu Youyi's eyes darkened a bit, but quickly recovered, following Ning Ruji's words, "I still don't know how Mr. Gao and Xiao Zhi met."

"Haha, Old Gao had it planned all along." Ning Ruji, when he first found out, also found it unbelievable, "He fell for Xiao Wang at first sight…"

He rambled on, while Xu Youyi looked towards Wang Zhi, who was touching up his makeup.

He was surrounded by many people, sitting there with a straight back, creating a subtle, graceful curve between him and the chair back. His slender hands held a few pages of the script, sunlight falling from above, evenly on everyone, yet he was the most striking, dazzling, mesmerizing.

Xu Youyi gazed at him, as if looking at a dream that was within reach yet unattainable.

Ning Ruji continued, "That Old Gao, ruthless in business, who knew he'd be so decisive in marriage, snatching a wife from his brother without hesitation. If it were me, I wouldn't have the guts to be so straightforward."

After a long time, Xu Youyi lightly laughed, as if agreeing, yet also sighing, "But if it's Xiao Zhi being taken, then no matter how decisive, it's not too much."

Wang Zhi was having a blast acting!

This kind of acting without thinking, purely relying on intuition, acting however he wanted without worrying about wasting time or film, was just too enjoyable!

Wang Zhi was full of energy, even after work, he told Ning Ruji, "Director, I can work overtime and act more!"

"You can work overtime, but I need to rest." Ning Ruji, still following foreign habits, never worked overtime, laughed, "Xiao Wang, have you fallen in love with this filming method?"

Wang Zhi nodded vigorously, "Yes."

This method, for some sensitive artists, was an overconsumption, as they would doubt if their performance was lacking. But for a newcomer like Wang Zhi, who just touched the edge of acting, it gave him many opportunities to try, without being ridiculed or criticized.

It's like a beginner's gift pack.

Wang Zhi reluctantly watched the staff wrap up, feeling he hadn't acted enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure among the people packing up props.

Wang Zhi was a bit unsure, "Senior?"

The person slowly straightened up, turned to look at him, seemingly surprised that Wang Zhi would call out to him, "…Xiao Zhi."

"Senior, why are you here packing props?"

Wang Zhi quickly went over, helping him gather the scattered props into his arms.

Xu Youyi smiled, adjusting his glasses, "Did you forget? I'm the crew's consultant, so I have to review the props I made."

Since their last unpleasant encounter, Wang Zhi hadn't seen Xu Youyi, feeling he was always by the director's side, disappearing as soon as filming ended.

Wang Zhi wanted to apologize—he had overreacted last time, and the senior was just concerned, yet he had responded so sharply.

Wang Zhi hesitated, unsure how to start.

So awkward.

He didn't have many friends, especially old friends from school days. Reuniting should have been a happy occasion, but he had been unfriendly to a friend's concern.

…Actually, the senior hadn't said anything too harsh.

It was just that he had secrets even he couldn't understand.

Wang Zhi was a bit lost in thought, not noticing Xu Youyi's gentle and compassionate gaze, "Xiao Zhi, filming has been hard these days."

Wang Zhi snapped back, smiling, "Not hard, I've learned a lot."

Xu Youyi nodded, "Actually, these days, I've been hesitating… I said some bad things last time, Xiao Zhi, I want to apologize."

"What?" Wang Zhi was surprised, "Senior, you're apologizing to me?"

Xu Youyi said, "I was too impulsive that day, judging without understanding the full picture. I only heard you and Mr. Gao got married quickly, thinking it was just… a superficial marriage. But I can see you care about him, and your relationship is much closer than I imagined. I was too presumptuous."

After Xu Youyi finished, seeing Wang Zhi not responding, he felt a bit disappointed, "Or… you don't want to forgive me?"

"Ah? No…" Wang Zhi's expression was a bit strange, standing there with a wandering gaze, yet bright, as if he thought of something unbelievable, "Senior, I actually wanted to apologize to you too, I know you were just concerned about me."

Xu Youyi, hearing this, smiled in relief.

He knew Xiao Zhi was still the same as before, appearing aloof and lonely, but with a soft heart, easily flustered by a bit of kindness.

He had been too impulsive.

Despite not seeing him for so long, he had judged his decisions, how could he not be angry?

Xu Youyi chatted with Wang Zhi a bit more, but seeing him a bit distracted, couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Wang Zhi, a beat late, said, "…Thinking about what to eat tonight, I'm hungry."

Xu Youyi chuckled, but Wang Zhi suddenly stopped.

On the mountain road, car lights lit up, a convoy speeding towards them.

It was the convoy escorting Gao Bochong.

Every day, every day, Gao Bochong came to the set, from initial teasing to now being accustomed, though no one said it, they all thought.

Gao Bochong really loved his newlywed little wife.

Willing to spend so much time every day to come to the set.

Xu Youyi said, "Mr. Gao is here."

Beside him, Wang Zhi had already run to the door. As he ran over, Gao Bochong's car just stopped, the door opened, and Gao Bochong got out, catching Wang Zhi in his arms.

The slender, delicate youth was wrapped in a large, heavy black coat, his snow-white face like a blooming lily, looking up with bright eyes at the man.

Xu Youyi felt a pang of sourness and bitterness, watching the overlapping figures of Wang Zhi and Gao Bochong, momentarily forgetting to hide his gaze.

Gao Bochong suddenly looked over, and seeing it was him, indifferently turned away.

Such disdain.

As if Xu Youyi couldn't shake his and Wang Zhi's relationship.

This disdain was more infuriating than hostility, as if he was just an insignificant speck of dust, while they were the closest, inseparable from each other.

Xu Youyi gave Wang Zhi a deep look, then turned and left.

Gao Bochong watched his back, sneering.

Wang Zhi curiously asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Gao Bochong said, "How was filming today?"

"Very smooth."

Wang Zhi immediately chattered about his day, and Gao Bochong listened with a smile, but Wang Zhi suddenly stopped talking.

Gao Bochong asked, "Tired?"

Wang Zhi nodded, then shook his head. At night, before they slept, Wang Zhi's chest and collarbone were covered in deep and shallow kiss marks, like butterflies, scattered messily. Though he was tired, he propped his head on his hand, eyes bright, looking at Gao Bochong.

Gao Bochong's hand was on his waist, pulling him into his arms, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at my husband." Wang Zhi asked, "Do you get tired coming to see me every day?"

"No," Gao Bochong said calmly, "If I let you shop and swipe cards every day, would you get tired?"

Wang Zhi imagined it.

Then couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing him like this, Gao Bochong also chuckled, "When doing something happy, you don't feel tired."

Coming to see him was the happiest thing for him.

Wang Zhi "hmm"ed, "I'm also very happy when you come to see me."

But he felt a bit melancholic.

The secret he couldn't understand seemed to be unraveled during his chat with Xu Youyi.

He seemed to… have developed feelings for Gao Bochong.

That's why he cared so much about how others viewed their relationship, why he was anxious, happy with Gao Bochong's kindness, yet worried he would tire of their relationship.

So this was caring.

So this was liking.

He actually liked his… patron?

Wang Zhi buried his head in Gao Bochong's neck, ear pressed tightly against his pulse, hearing the flowing blood and steady heartbeat.

Only he worried for him, while he remained so stable and calm, as if nothing could change him.

…

Wasn't this something he knew from the start?

He just liked his body, and he coveted his money and power.

An equal exchange, like the legendary "alchemy," offering what he had for what he didn't.

But that didn't include love.

"What's wrong?" Gao Bochong asked, "Want to chat?"

Wang Zhi didn't speak, just clutched the button on Gao Bochong's chest, and Gao Bochong laughed, "Being coy again."

Wang Zhi suddenly said, "My role this time seems to be a love-struck fool."

Gao Bochong asked, "Did Ning Ruji give you the script?"

"He gave me a few pages, I guessed."

The few pages of the script he got only mentioned he came to the mountains to find someone. They were filming in two groups, he was in Group A with Ning Ruji, the other Group B was led by the assistant director, filming another young, handsome actor.

Wang Zhi said, "We're about the same age, both filming in the mountains, I guess the person I'm looking for is him."

"Why say love-struck fool?"

"The mute I'm playing should be a young master, Director Ning always has me running around, only saying okay when I'm exhausted. A mute traveling so far to the mountains, isn't that a love-struck fool?" Wang Zhi hinted, eyes darting, not daring to look at Gao Bochong, just fiddling with his button, "What do you think of love-struck fools?"

Gao Bochong said, "In my life, such people won't appear."

The business world is like a battlefield, everyone around him must ensure absolute rationality to accurately choose the path of maximum benefit in the ups and downs.

Wang Zhi didn't speak again, just tugged a bit harder, as if trying to pull the button off.

Gao Bochong turned to look at him, seeing him frowning, looking unhappy, a bit puzzled.

Wasn't he fine during dinner? Why suddenly unhappy?

Did Ning Ruji scold him during filming?

Gao Bochong noted it down, planning to have his assistant ask Ning Ruji tomorrow, hinting at additional investment.

Wang Zhi was just a newcomer, not like the seasoned actors Ning Ruji had worked with before, even if something was wrong, just say a few words, no need to scold him.

While he was silent, Wang Zhi felt a bit deflated.

He couldn't tell the difference between the big and small kings, discussing love-struck fools with his patron.

Gao Bochong probably only had work on his mind.

Wang Zhi let go, turned over, "It's late, I'll sleep first…"

Halfway through, he suddenly held his breath.

Behind him, Gao Bochong's hand reached over, wrapping around his waist, hot kisses falling densely on Wang Zhi's neck, he heard Gao Bochong say, "Baby, are you unhappy because I didn't serve you tonight?"

…

He was wrong.

Besides work, Gao Bochong's mind was filled with this kind of yellow waste!

Wang Zhi wanted to refuse—

He was annoyed!

But Gao Bochong's hand suddenly moved, and Wang Zhi instinctively held his breath, feeling like his heart was lifted by Gao Bochong.

Behind him, Gao Bochong was still asking, "Is it good?"

…Forget it.

Wang Zhi resignedly closed his eyes.

No love, so be it, how many people in this world could have someone of Gao Bochong's status serve them like this?

Gao Bochong's skills were average, but his learning ability was strong. Wang Zhi was calm at first, but after a while, he felt like he was in heaven, unable to think about love or not, just clinging tightly to Gao Bochong's arm, like a vine wrapping around a tree.

Listening to his weak, trembling breaths, kissing behind his ear, Gao Bochong felt his wife trembling in his arms.

This greatly pleased Gao Bochong, for the first time experiencing, even without physical pleasure, the mental satisfaction was enough.

In the end, Wang Zhi cried out, biting his arm hard.

But suddenly, Gao Bochong stopped, asking him, "Do you love your husband?"

He cried, choked, unwilling to speak, but under Gao Bochong's coercion, he retreated, only able to cry, "Love… love my husband the most."

Even knowing it was just a subconscious response, when Gao Bochong heard "love," he felt an unparalleled pleasure.

In a gentle, low voice he didn't even notice, he said, "Good, husband loves you too."

His palm warmed, and Wang Zhi seemed to stop breathing.

Gao Bochong held him tightly, feeling his desire to possess him was like the ocean, endless.

Wang Zhi seemed different when facing him.

Not that his behavior changed, but a feeling.

As if when he looked at him, the light in his eyes wasn't just because of money or anything, but just because of him.

The body doesn't lie, when he entered, Wang Zhi was far more passionate and proactive than before.

Why?

Gao Bochong vaguely felt there was a subtle change between him and Wang Zhi. He took out his phone, switched to the Tianwen page, but his finger hovered there, unsure how to describe the problem.

The tablet on the desk was filled with pending tasks, but Gao Bochong's mind wasn't on work at all.

Someone knocked on the door, and Gao Bochong snapped back, "Come in."

Ning Quanwu pushed the door open, concerned, "What are you doing? The documents have been sent for a while, and you haven't signed them. Are you sick?"

Ning Quanwu never thought Gao Bochong would be slacking off, lost in thought.

Joking, that's Gao Bochong, what other hobbies does he have besides work?

None!

But seeing Gao Bochong looking normal, Ning Quanwu suspiciously asked, "If you're not sick, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just testing Tianwen." Gao Bochong regained his composure, calmly said, "This time it seems more humanized?"

Ning Quanwu said, "I heard they used emotional mentors to train the AI, is it useful?"

Thinking of the answer Tianwen gave last time, saying he was deeply in love with Wang Zhi, Gao Bochong was silent for a moment, "Not sure."

He couldn't love people, love was so false, like a bubble, bursting when the sun rose.

He and Wang Zhi were to last forever, a union of interests, far more enduring and stable than love, unbreakable.

Ning Quanwu was puzzled, "What do you mean not sure? Never mind, that's not the point. I heard Xiao Zhi is filming recently, can I visit the set?"

Gao Bochong glanced at him, "No."

"What do you mean no, I heard you go to the set every day, are you delivering a thousand miles?"

Hearing this, Gao Bochong smiled faintly, "I'm his husband, it's only natural to see him."

Ning Quanwu: …

What's there to show off!

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Gao Bochong looked down, seeing a new message from Wang Zhi.

His lips curled up, thinking, at this time, he should have just finished the morning part, so eager to send him a message?

Ning Quanwu said, "Who sent the message, Old Gao, your smile is so disgusting."

It's like he found a treasure.

Just as Ning Quanwu finished speaking, he saw Gao Bochong's smile fade, his face suddenly turning cold, looking very stern.

…

He was just joking, was Gao Bochong angry?

Ning Quanwu timidly asked, "What's wrong?"

Gao Bochong didn't speak, just quietly looked at the new line in the chat with Wang Zhi.

Over and over, as if memorizing every word.

Zhi Zhi: "Husband, maybe you shouldn't come to the set anymore."