Mr. Dior Chapter 6 Part2

A special shout-out to Lorette! Thank you for following my ko-fi account and for ‘buying me a coffee’!

Note that I only translate when I have time on my hands. However, I didn’t mind staying up late just to get this chapter out to express my grat.i.tude! (^_^) This chapter was released two days earlier than I antic.i.p.ated.

BOOK I: The President’s Million Dollar Bride_Chapter 6.2

Jiao Qi was too lazy to pay any attention to him. He went to the lounge and pulled out a pair of Zhang Chenfei's trousers. He then called Yu Yuan and instructed him to take a set of clothes with him when he comes over to pick him up for the meeting.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chenfei stared blankly at his lovely little wife who hurriedly ran off upon receiving a mysterious phone call. Standing behind the window, he looked down and saw him board on a black business car. But before he got on, his little wife was glancing left and right as if afraid that somebody would see him.

D*mn w.a.n.g!

Jiao Qi, in any case, is also a person with status. If it was discovered that he is wearing his lao gong’s ill-fitting clothes while getting out of the building, he will definitely lose face. So, with a lightning speed, he quickly boarded into the car. Once he got in, he immediately put on his clothes and only right after doing so did he finally relaxed.

The meeting lasted from two o’clock until five o’clock in the afternoon. Everyone was so busy and after a long day, they eventually, got off work.

“Goodbye, President Jiao!

“See you tomorrow, President Jiao!

A group of workers greeted Jiao Qi as they walked out of the office building of Bajiao. Jiao Qi then recalled that his car was still in Shi Fei. He was about to ask Yu Yuan to give him a ride when…

“Zoom ——” The roar of the motor that came from afar moved closer and with the driver’s breathtaking drift, a silver Maserati came to a halt precisely in front of him. The gla.s.s window slowly pulled down revealing Zhang Chenfei's outstanding and extraordinarily handsome face.

The sky has darkened. The street lamps gradually lighted up and it reflected Zhang Chenfei’s more profound facial features compared to that of an ordinary person. It was almost three-dimensional.

‘I have to say that this face is really good-looking’ thought Jiao Qi. In recent years, Zhangda Diao had also angered him from time to time. However, oftentimes, when he sees this face, a greater part of his anger had already been reduced.

Jiao Qi was somewhat pleasantly surprised and can’t help but ask, “Why are you picking me up?” Unexpectedly, he actually remembers his company’s address! Had his brain quickly recovered?

Zhang Chenfei laughed, opened the door and walked out. With one hand propped up on the roof of the car, he trapped his lovely little wife between the car and his chest before he answered, “Man, of course, only I can pick you up. I do not permit you to sit in someone else’s car. Remember, you are a ‘my’ man!”

” … ”

The Bajiao staff who got off work pa.s.sed by and curiously looked towards their direction.

“Wow! Who is that?! … the one propping up on the car!”

“Hush… didn’t you see that it was President Jiao’s car?”

“What?! That, that…”

“Was it not President Zhang? Jeez, the old husband can still play like this. Oh, how I wish my husband would be that romantic too.”

In fact, the people involved do not feel romantic at all. They only felt that their scalp was about to explode. The script that was mechanically copied from the book, and the undulating voice that carries the sound of a heavy accent, are simply a nightmare.

The car pulled out of the parking s.p.a.ce and headed for the road.

“Where are you going?” Jiao Qi glanced at the red light. Then the car moved to the left side of the road and quickly stopped. “Don’t go back to the villa. It’s too far. I have to go to work tomorrow. Go to this place instead.” Using the smart brain to connect to the car navigator, the location of the downtown apartment was pointed out on the virtual screen.

“Hehe,” the president laughed. Exploiting this opportunity to pinch his lovely little wife’s chin, he first licked a mouthful before saying, “Baby, it is still so early to go home. Are you that impatient to fulfill your obligation?”

Jiao Qi blushed a little and asked, “… then where are you going?”

“To a place for recreation,” the president mysteriously answered. He lightly maneuvered the steering wheel to drive on the road opposite their home.

As he spoke, Jiao Qi’s smart brain rang. The name ‘Dad’ was displayed and he knows that he had to pick it up.

“Yanyan, did you get off work?” Yanyan is the pet name or childhood name of Jiao Qi. Until high school, he was called Jiao Yan. At that time, he was very thin and because of this, his meddlesome schoolmate gave him the nickname, ‘Salt and Pepper Spare Ribs’ [1] which made Jiao Qi very unhappy. Father Jiao was fuming with rage when he learned of this and decided to change his son’s name.

{T/N: [1] Jiao ( 椒 ) means ‘pepper’ and Yan ( 盐 ) means ‘salt’ combined with Jiao Qi’s stature that was thin or bony in the past, he was called ‘Salt and Pepper Spare Ribs’ by his schoolmate to make fun of him.}

“Um.” Jiao Qi responded. He looked at the road and discovered that it was not the way going to the villa nor the way back to their apartment, so he could not help but wonder.

“What about the boy?” Father Jiao mentioned Zhang Chenfei but the tone was not as gentle as before.

“He is driving.” Jiao Qi raised his eyebrow for he felt something was wrong.

When the two just got together, his father did not like Zhang Chenfei. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn’t accept his son’s preference for men. In recent years, Zhang Chenfei has been performing well and his business has been flourishing. Now, when his father opens his mouth, the way he refers to Zhang Chenfei is no longer ‘the boy’ or ‘this guy’, but rather ‘the minister’, ‘clever son’ and so on.

The sudden change in his tone just now means that something must have happened.

“Alright. The old folks have sent me a few lobsters. Both of you should go home on the weekend.”

Go home? Remembering Zhang Chenfei’s smart brain disorder, Jiao Qi pretty soon immersed himself in the current plot where he had to save his father and pay off his debts. Thinking so, he resolutely made an excuse, “We need to attend a press conference on the weekend. When the times comes, let's talk about it again.”

Jiao Qi ended the call and looked at the scenery outside the window. Seeing such, his complexion changed. “Here… ?”

The lights are radiant and the music is deafening. Here is a very famous nightclub. There are songs. There are wines. And there are beauties.

Zhang Chenfei smiled and pulled him out of the car. Then, he conveniently stuffed a few tips to the doorman.

His lao gong’s manner of driving a lightweight chariot on a familiar road [2] made Jiao Qi to gradually tighten his fist. As a president, Zhangda Diao will return late from time to time, but he will always notify him in advance. However, his whereabouts never included this nightclub.

{T/N: [2] 轻车熟路 qīng chē shúlù driving a lightweight chariot on a familiar road (idiom) – Figuratively, it means to do something routinely and with ease}

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