He Became the Aunt of His Best Friend after Waking Up

Chapter 9: Shoes of the same style
Translator: Léon
Qing Bo was reading an electronic document. When Chen took a look at it, he found that the words in it were neither Chinese nor English. Chen didn’t know which language it was written in. Holy shit, the old man should be able to understand it.

Shi Chen raised his hand and scratched his head. Somehow, he suddenly felt a little fidgety. Looking up, Chen found inadvertently that the guy on the sofa had already sat up and was smiling at him. Seeing Chen noticed him, he pretended to say “Little beauty” but made no sound.

Chen pulled down his face and gave him a silent answer, “Shameless.

Cheng Yu laughed heavily.

Qing Bo looked up and Cheng Yu stood up, waving his hand, “I have got to go. If I stayed any longer, my skin would be stripped off.”

Shi Chen rolled his eyes.

Qing Bo looked sideways at Chen, gently patted on his leg, and said to Cheng Yu, “I’ll let the chauffeur give you a ride.”

“No need.” Cheng Yu shook the car keys in his hand at Bo. “Borrow your baby for a little while.”

Bo said plainly, “I’ve just got the car last month. Take good care of it.”

Cheng Yu started walking out, “OK.”

Waiting until he totally left, Chen then said sourly, “You just got the car and you’re still willing to lend.”

“What?” Bo took Chen close to him and made him sit on his lap, “Do you want to drive?”

Of course, Chen wanted, but he didn’t have the driver’s license. Other people had, but he didn’t. Others could eat iced watermelon, but he couldn’t. A little depressed, Chen kept his eyes down and remained silent.

“That’s all right. I’ll buy you a new one if you want to drive.”

Was he gonna be so spoiled? Chen squinted at him, “Have you ever counted how many cars there are in your garage?”

“I haven’t.” Bo said smilingly, “I just buy if I want to. I’m not short of money anyway.”

Chen rolled his eyes at this old man who loved to show off his wealth!

The old man suddenly put his hand into Chen’s clothes and touched Chen’s waist. Chen was startled, “What are you doing?”

“Aren’t you saying that you miss me?” Bo lifted Chen’s upper clothes and played with his nipples. “I miss you, too.”

Chen’s body trembled and his cheeks warmed up. He didn’t even know that his nipples were so sensitive.

“It’s OK that you miss me. But don’t fucking use your hands!”

“What are you shy about? I have touched everywhere on you.” His hand pushed away by Chen, Qing Bo went to play with the nipple on the other side, and asked at the same time, “Don’t want me to use my hand? All right, then.” Finished with the words, Bo bowed his head and hold the nipple in his mouth.

Chen cried out in shock, with his face flushed in a minute. He struggled hard in Bo’s arms, but the old man had got frighteningly strong strength. Not to mention that Chen had trained in the gym for ten days, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of Bo even if he stayed in the gym for ten months.

Unable to escape, Chen could only be firmly held in Bo’s arms with his nipples being sucked hard and made red and swollen. Both shy and irritated, Chen wriggled in Bo’s arms and kept hammering him. In the meantime, Chen swore loudly while gasping for breath, “Let me go, you an old pervert. Ah, shameless …”

Hearing this, Qing Bo finally raised his head up from Chen’s chest. “You keep saying I’m old. But I’m only ten years older than you.”

Shi Chen hurriedly sorted out his clothes, folded his arms around his chest and glared at Bo, “More than ten!” Seeing there was moisture inside Chen’s a bit bloodshot eyes, Qing Bo’s heart softened. Bo reached out to hold Chen into his arms and caressed his back, “Then how many?”

It was surely a slip of tongue for Chen since he was taken up by anger at that time. Now he could only try to find ways to make remedy for it. “I, although I am already 24 years old, but psychologically I’m 17, so you’re exactly 17 years older than me!”

“Oh, this way.”

“It’s originally this way! So, you shouldn’t get angry when I call you an old man hereafter!” Thinking that he had successfully covered up his mistake, Chen quickly changed the topic of their talk, “I’m hungry now. What do we eat for dinner tonight?”

Qing Bo asked, “What would you like to eat?”

“I want to eat iced …” Qing Bo tossed an eye towards Chen, making Chen reluctantly change his words, “Whatever as long as there’s meat.”

Bo asked Chen to change his clothes and wait for him to finish the business stuffs at hand before going out for dinner. Chen went over to the sofa and flopped down on it, “No need to change clothes. It hasn’t got dirty.”

“Wear one with no hole on it.”

Ke Zhen’s clothes were very coquettish, with either the back part hollowed or the waist part holed. Chen was not used to it at first, but after looking at himself wearing those kinds of clothes in the mirror several times, he found them acceptable and then got used to it. What was more, it felt pleasantly cool wearing them.

“No. I don’t have any.”

Qing Bo went to search in Chen’s wardrobe which originally belonged to Ke Zhen. There was truly no summer clothing of such kind. So, Bo called his secretary and asked him to buy. His secretary was so efficient that he delivered the clothes to Bo’s house in less than half an hour. Chen took the clothes out of the bag, in which were all T-shirts and jeans of simple styles. When he looked at the price tags, Chen widened his eyes in shock. Were these made of the fucking gold? It was so expensive! He then took out the new shoes from the shoeboxes. Although there was no price tag on the boxes, Chen recognized the brand of one pair of shoes among them. Liang was wearing one of the same brand. His mother bought it for him before going abroad. It was super expensive!

What was more coincidentally, this pair in Chen’s hand was of the same style as Liang’s! Chen put on one suit of the new clothes in excitement and rushed to the study to ask Qing Bo, “Does it look good on me?”

Qing Bo had finished his business and was leaning against his desk talking on the phone, with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up and down at Chen and nodded, “Good.”

Chen stretched one of his leg out forward to show Bo the new shoes he wore, “Your secretary’s done a marvelous job. This pair of shoes is the same as that of Liangzi. I like it!”

Qing Bo hung up the phone and put down his cup of coffee, “Take it off.”

“What?”

“Take off this pair of shoes and change to another one.”

“Why change it? I like it very much!”

“Do as what I’ve said.”

“No!” Chen turned around and was about to run away when Bo strode forward to catch him and lifted him directly onto his shoulders. Bo then took it off Chen’s feet and slapped him on the ass in passing, “What taste of you! It looks so ugly on you.”

Chen was pissed off, “Your secretary bought it anyway!”

Bo slapped again, “His salary will be docked.”

Qing Bo threw the pair of shoes directly into the trash basket. Chen went to pick it up, insisting that it was expensive and could be returned for money back. But Bo began to show off his wealth again, saying that he had no shortage of money, so he snatched it back and threw it back in the trash basket.

It was the first time for Chen to see personally that such an expensive pair of shoes was thrown off before he even got the chance of taking a photo of himself wearing it. Chen couldn’t feel more heartbroken. It was just much worse than not being able to eat iced watermelon. Out of Chen’s expectation, Bo was so ruthless that he totally ignored him. Bo dressed himself up elaborately, and then dragged Chen out of the villa against his will.

The driver had got the order to prepare the car. Seeing the boss and his wife came out of the gate, he hurriedly walked up to open the back-seat door.

“Uncle.”

Chen drooped his head all the way. When he looked up after hearing the voice, he found that Yunsheng Liang was also there.

“Wasn’t you going to play basketball?”

“No.” Liang was just looking for an excuse to go out just now. He was so angry at that moment that he was afraid he would be unable to restrain himself from beating Chen up if he stayed with him any longer.

Liang looked up and down at Chen and his eyes fell on Chen’s eyes. “What happened?”

Chen wiped his eyes, “Nothing. We are going out for dinner. You …”

“Have you eaten?” Qing Bo asked Liang.

“Yes.” Although half of the watermelon was robbed by Cheng Yu, Liang did eat half a big watermelon. And now he was having an excessively full stomach.

Chen gave Liang a pitiable eye. And then he looked down at Liang’s shoes.

“Well …”

“But I’m not full yet.” Liang interrupted Bo. “Uncle, can I come with you?”

“Ok!” Chen reached out to grab Liang’s arm, but was stopped by Bo, who took a casual glance at Liang. “Get in the car.”

Then Bo forced Chen into the back seat of the car and sat in with him.

Chen was still angry about the matter of shoes, so he didn’t talk to Bo all the way.

Liang sensed that there was something wrong between them, but he dared not ask in Bo’s presence. When Bo happened to leave the table for restroom in the middle of the meal, Liang grabbed the opportunity and asked Chen hurriedly, “What’s happening between you two?”

Chen had been pretending to be low in mood just now, so he had to pretend to have lost his appetite even if he in fact drooled with envy over the delicious food on the table. The moment Bo left, Chen immediately picked up his chopsticks and devoured everything ravenously. With bulging cheeks, Chen said vaguely, “You can’t imagine how terrible he is. He bought me a pair of new shoes, but he soon decided to discard it only because I liked it very much. And he forced me to wear another pair … He’s very rich, but does it mean he can do whatever he likes? It’s so annoying!”

“Take it slow.” Liang filled him a bowl of soup. “What kind of shoes?”

“Just the same one with that on your feet. It’s very expensive, isn’t it?” Chen gnashed his teeth with hatred when he remembered the pair of shoes which was still lying in the trash basket in the study. “Why do you think he did this to me? No, to Ke Zhen. Could it be revenge?”

Liang was silent for a while before he opened his mouth, “Revenge?”

“Yes. Hasn’t Ke Zhen cuckolded your uncle before? Even if he hasn’t, there was still something going on between him and other men. Who can stand this kind of thing as a man? I’m just wondering why he suddenly changed his mind and decided not to divorce after the car accident. And then I thought about it; I think it’s definitely for the fucking revenge! So, he keeps me around, and spares no effort in torturing me. By the way, last time when you were not here and there were just him and me having dinner at home, I said I want to eat crabs, but he didn’t allow and ate it all by himself. Alas, I should have thought of this at that time!” Chen took the small bowl handed over by Liang and put a piece of fish whose bones had been taken out into his mouth. “Well, I’m not a person afraid to be bullied. Let’s wait and see. I’ll write his ass up when I catch the chance!”

“You can’t eat crabs.” Liang said, “Ke Zhen is allergic to crabs.”

“Huh?” Chen dazed for a moment, then put another piece of fish into his mouth, chewed it and said, “Then why did he throw my favorite shoes? He’s just set to upset me.”

“Shi Chen?”

“Hmm?”

“You …” Liang frowned, “Forget it. I don’t bother to talk of you.”

“No, come on. I hate it when people say half of their words. Go ahead!”

“Haven’t you said I like Ke Zhen?”

“Yes, then what?”

Liang, “You’re right. I like you.”

Chen, “…”

Chen stared at Liang and didn’t blink until more than ten seconds later. Realizing that he was now Ke Zhen, Chen nodded, “I know. But what does it have to do with what we are talking about now?”

“Well, nothing.” Liang stared at Chen for a moment, heaved a silent sigh and reminded him, “Clean up your plate.”

“Oh yes, I almost forgot!” Intending to act till the end, Chen hurriedly emptied the chicken bones on his plate into the trash basket, wiped the plate with tissues, and put it back.

Scarcely had Chen finished it when the door of their box was pushed open and Qing Bo came in.

Chen switched back to wear the straight face, instantly returning to the previous state he was in.

Qing Bo came over, picked up the suit coat on the back of his chair, and asked Liang, “Have you been full?”

Liang nodded, “Yes.”

Qing Bo turned around to see Shi Chen, who remained silent.

“Well, the driver is waiting down there. You go back first.”

Liang asked, “Aren’t you going back, uncle?”

“I still have something to do with your aunt.”

“Ok, then I’ll go first.” Liang pushed his dining chair backwards, got up and left the box.

Chen snorted aside.

Bo draped the coat in his hands over Chen’s shoulders. Chen asked coldly, “What?”

“It’s too cold here. You’re in bad health. Take care not to catch a cold.”

“I’m young and strong. I’m not afraid! Look at your age. The person who should take care is you instead!” Though retorting on mouth, Chen accept Bo’s coat.

Bo stretched his arms, supported his one hand on the table and the other on the armrest of the dining chair, and slowly leant down towards Chen.

“What are you going to do?” Chen leant tightly against the back of his chair.

“You always ask me what I’m going to do. I’m afraid I’ll scare you by saying it.” Bo smiled and asked him, “I haven’t seen you move your chopsticks tonight. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m not hungry!”

Qing Bo approached a little closer, and didn’t stop approaching until the tips of their noses touched. Chen was too scared to move. After being in that state for seven or eight seconds, Chen suddenly let out a loud burp, which smelled of braised fish.

He ate too fast just now …

Bo directly buried his face beside Chen’s neck and smiled so hard that his shoulders trembled.

Chen flushed with embarrassment, dreadfully longing to find a seam to climb inside.

Shit, it was so embarrassing!

Chen felt he’d rather be dead!