To be honest, after these past few days of close contact and high-frequency communication, he had gained a deeper understanding of Wen Qingheng. He felt the other man was a bit too delicate, had a glass heart, and couldn't adapt to the workplace. Going out to temper himself would be a good thing.
Although he himself was also delicate and spoiled, he only wanted to be a lazy parasite and had no intention of stepping foot into the corporate world. His spoiled nature was strictly reserved for Wen Chen; it wouldn't harm anyone else.
Wen Qingheng was different. He was very career-driven, but because of his excellent family background, high education, and sharp mind, he thought too highly of himself. He didn't understand the importance of practical experience, couldn't accept advice from others, and had high standards but little real ability. He was unwilling to do simple tasks and incapable of doing difficult ones, yet everyone still had to flatter him because of his status.
How did Luo Qingjia know this? Because Wen Qingheng felt wronged despite his own incompetence, believing that others were blinding themselves to his abilities because of his status. When a few outspoken seniors and colleagues refused to coddle him, he accused them of resenting the rich and holding prejudices against him because of his background.
He treated Wen Qingheng like a brother, so he had directly voiced his thoughts and given his most sincere advice.
He never expected that Wen Qingheng would completely drop his gentle, good-brother persona and uncharacteristically blow up at him: "What do you know?! Without Wen Chen, you are nothing! What gives you the right to lecture me?"
Luo Qingjia had instantly flared up with anger.
He was already a person with very little patience, and the person he cared about most never required patience from him anyway—he was always indulged. So, he had given his meager amount of patience to Wen Qingheng, only for the guy to push his luck and treat his good intentions like dirt.
Furthermore, he had a bad temper that ignited at the slightest spark. Anyone who provoked him definitely wouldn't get off easy.
He only showed his sweet and obedient side to those he deemed worthy.
Shocked and heartbroken, Luo Qingjia didn't hold back. He fired off words like a machine gun, aiming just to get the satisfaction of swearing at him.
"Are you sick in the head, Wen Qingheng?! If you look down on me so much, why do you keep seeking me out? I thought we were brothers! Lately, I’ve been tolerating you venting your dark thoughts every day, absorbing your bad moods every day, and racking my brains to give you advice. I didn't realize this was how you saw me!"
"I didn't realize you were so hypocritical. You’re always saying, 'Jiajia is the best, Jiajia is the most important person to me, I have to live on for Jiajia’s sake.' And the result? You secretly despise me this much."
"Well, I'm so sorry, but your hypothesis is invalid. I do have Wen Chen, and I do have the confidence to live exactly as I please!"
"If I don't want to study, I won't. If I don't want to work, I won't. If I want to lecture someone, I will. With Wen Chen backing me up, nobody can do anything to me!"
After Luo Qingjia finished scolding Wen Qingheng, he didn't wait for a response. He hung up immediately, asked 003 to carry him to the study, and made Wen Chen drop his work to coax him.
He felt he was already being quite a good friend to Wen Qingheng by only firing back verbally.
If it had been anyone else who made him angry, he would have complained to Wen Chen long ago, and then Wen Chen would have dealt with them for him.
Fortunately, he had restrained himself. No matter how much Wen Chen asked, he refused to tell him the reason he was upset, otherwise his relationship with Wen Qingheng would have grown even more strained.
After his mood calmed down, he regretted it, feeling that he shouldn't have said so many piercing things to Wen Qingheng.
After all, Wen Qingheng was truly sick. It must be this illness that turned the originally gentle and peaceful good brother into this gloomy person overflowing with negative energy.
Wen Qingheng was sick. How could he argue with a sick person? Moreover, the other party used to treat him so well. How could he erase their past affection just because of something said in a fit of anger?
Just as he was reflecting on this, Wen Qingheng coincidentally called to take the initiative to apologize. He took the out, using the opportunity to apologize to Wen Qingheng as well.
Then, Wen Qingheng mentioned going to Africa to open up the market, saying he was leaving in a few days and wanted to meet up before he left, adding that he had something very important to tell him in person.
That led to today's lunch date.
In order to smoothly make it to this appointment, he had paid a massive price last night.
If it wasn't so he could leave the house, he would have rather chosen to hold a horse stance and take a spanking than choose those little things as punishment.
Mainly because the latter came with an additional requirement: he had to wear them when he went out.
He could only hope today's meeting would make his sacrifice worth it.
Honestly, ever since that argument with Wen Qingheng the day before yesterday, he kind of didn't know how to face him. He felt like there was a thorn in his heart. Logic told him to be understanding, but emotionally, he couldn't completely pretend it never happened.
He hoped that after today's meeting, this thorn could be pulled out...
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Luo Qingjia thought about Wen Qingheng's matters while walking toward the pink, rhinestone-studded sports car at the entrance, smiling and greeting his driver, Xiao Fang, as he approached.
Xiao Fang was originally one of Wen Chen's personal assistants, responsible for driving and running errands. Because he had an endearing baby face that made him very approachable, matched his favorite pink car perfectly, and was younger than him—allowing Luo Qingjia to experience what it was like to be an "older brother"—Luo Qingjia had specifically asked Wen Chen for him to be his driver.
"Brother Jia, are you not feeling well today? Why are you walking a little weird?"
Standing by the pink car to open the door for him, Xiao Fang saw the usually light-footed young master walking with stiff legs. He hurriedly went over and extended his arm, pitching his voice high like a little eunuch from a TV drama, "Welcoming Your Highness~"
This made Luo Qingjia burst into hearty laughter.
Luo Qingjia raised his hand, just about to rest it on Xiao Fang's arm, when his body suddenly jolted.
He froze all over, recalling the words Wen Chen said this morning while sliding the thing inside him: "Baby has to be good when you go out. Maintain proper social distance with people and don't do anything out of line. If you aren't good, Daddy will punish you."
As he spoke, he waved the remote control in his hand. "Don't think that just because Daddy isn't by your side, I can't do anything about you."
Luo Qingjia suppressed a shiver, hastily pulling his hand back and inwardly cursing Wen Chen for being a bastard. He was actually controlling him remotely! Fine, control him, but how could he just punish him on a whim?
He was just going to hold an arm—how was that failing to maintain social distance? How was that out of line?
If the man was guarding against him having close contact with Yuan Ye, he could accept that. But why guard against little Xiao Fang too?
Xiao Fang was obviously a bottom too; their roles completely clashed! Besides, even if they didn't, as an assistant, what was the big deal with helping him up? It was basically the same function as a walking cane. He was even getting jealous over this?
If it was purely out of jealousy and this was just a simple warning, he could let it slide.
What he feared was that this man was deliberately messing with him. He had to see a lot of people and go to a lot of places today. If he was randomly teased like this from time to time, how could he handle it?
No, he had to force Wen Chen to show himself.
Wen Chen must be nearby spying on him right now. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to time it so perfectly, maliciously reminding him to "maintain proper social distance" right at the exact moment he was about to make physical contact with another man.
It is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Rather than letting this man hide in the shadows, it would be better to force him out into the light.
If Wen Chen was right next to him, under the watchful eyes of the public, he surely wouldn't be able to pull any more little tricks, right?
Having made up his mind, Luo Qingjia endured the discomfort and casually placed his hand on Xiao Fang's arm as if nothing had happened, allowing him to help him into the car.
Once seated in the car, waiting for Wen Chen to stop the punishment, he immediately dialed Yuan Ye's number:
"Bro, come to Time Cafe. I need you to play a part in a grand show."
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