Mr. CEO Secretly Reads BL!

"About that… I—"

HONK! 

Xiaojun jolted when the car behind honked at them. Turned out, the traffic light was already green. Jinxing sighed and said, "We will continue this later.

He resumed driving. Though, he didn't seem to be focused on driving because…

Jinxing's hand suddenly slipped from the shift and landed on Xiaojun's thigh. Xiaojun jolted slightly but decided not to overreact. Because Jinxing's warm palm just rested on Xiaojun's thigh, he didn't seem to try doing anything weird.

'Oh my god! Oh my god! No, no, this must be because of slipping! His hand must have been slipping from the gear shift!' Xiaojun was trying his best to hide his reaction. He looked outside to distract himself, but before he could forget the image of Jinxing's smile, Jinxing said first;

"Xiao-Ge… we are here."

The car entered an office building and the skyscraper office building owned by one company, Jiang Group. Turned out, Jinxing brought him to his office. 

Xiaojun thought they would go to a restaurant, or at least, a café, but this…

"Why are we here?" Xiaojun asked.

"I will show you something!" Jinxing said enthusiastically. He drove the car straight to the private parking lot dedicated for Jinxing. The car entered a big lift, and they ascended to floor 55, where the whole floor was reserved for Jinxing only.

Xiaojun watched in awe as he witnessed how truly privileged  Jinxing was.

The whole floor was dedicated solely for him, with no panel or partition. It was basically a huge apartment with its own carport that used a lift to go to the ground floor. There was a balcony with a wide pool and even a pet playroom on the balcony. 

Xiaojun was a rich second generation, of course. But he would not spend so much on luxury. Something like this was not in his dictionary. If the whole floor in his office was used for something like this, Xiaojun would definitely scold the contractor and told him to make it another office.

But Feng Family was a middle-level billionaire in China before Feng Xiaojun took over the businesses and expanded it rapidly, making it one of the top three most affluent families. 

And Jinxing? Well, his family was always in the top three since decades ago. Jinxing was the true definition of the gold spoon. It seemed that he would continue the legacy of the Jiang Family really well.

'It is not surprising that he can afford all this without batting an eye, but for me, this is still a bit… too much.'

Jinxing came out of the car with Xiaojun, and two cats greeted them in front of the car lift. Jinxing smiled and picked one of them, a white cat, "This is my cat, Xiao-Ge, her name is Elizabeth." 

The white cat meowed and snuggled with Jinxing. Meanwhile, there was a black cat who stared up at Xiaojun. He meowed a few times and patted Xiaojun's ankle with his paw. Xiaojun finally picked him up, and Jinxing said, "It seems Jumin-Han likes you, Xiao-Ge." Jinxing smiled.

'Jumin-Han? That name sounds familiar…' Xiaojun recalled, 'It might be from a game…'

Jumin-Han snuggled on Xiaojun's embrace, and Jinxing's box smile appeared, "Ah, how unexpected. Jumin-Han usually hates any human other than me. He only likes that kind-hearted cleaning aunty that comes every two days."

Jinxing giggled, "Maybe Xiao-Ge is actually a cold looking but soft-hearted man? Because Jumin-Han hates people with a dark heart."

Xiaojun gulped. He looked down at the cat who was snuggling peacefully on his arm.

Jinxing chuckled and walked to the kitchen to prepare something, "Xiao-Ge, you can sit and watch tv or something first. I need to prepare for our lunch."

Xiaojun frowned, "We are not going to eat outside?"

Jinxing blinked as he hung his suit, rolled his sleeve and wore a blue apron, "Why? I just want to show you my cooking skill."

Jinxing took out a few ingredients from the fridge and started preparing. Xiaojun sat at the dinner table, watching Jinxing preparing food diligently, like a good wife. He couldn't help himself but ask, "Mr Jia—"

"Xingan." Jinxing interrupted to warn Xiaojun.

"Ah… yes, Xingan, when did you learn how to cook? Jiang Family is an old-money family. I thought you would never touch a kitchen table, let alone cooking…"

Jinxing chuckled as he continued dicing beef, "My parents are very busy and rarely come home, but I was home-schooled until I finished middle school. So I was bored and often forced my house chef to teach me how to cool since I was fascinated by how he skilfully cook raw ingredients and turn them into a delicious meal."

"After many trial and errors, I finally cooked my first meal, a beef stew. I give it to my loved ones, my mom and dad, and they loved it."

"Nowadays, I rarely cook, but I do cook for my parents, and promised myself that I will cook because we naturally got busy, right? So I promise that I will cook only for myself… and my loved ones."

Jinxing glanced at Xiaojun with a thin smile and then continued cooking.

Xiaojun stared at Jinxing's back, who was tied with the apron. From this angle, Xiaojun didn't see Jiang Jinxing, the young CEO of Jiang group. Instead, he saw an ordinary young man who seemed to prefer a simple life.

'But still handsome nonetheless, hehe.'

Jinxing finished cooking a beef stew and placed it on the dinner table. He took off his apron and prepared two bowls of rice for them. After he put it on the table, he showed his box smile, as if he was satisfied with his simple cooking.

"Xiao-Ge, please dig out. I am very confident about my cooking!"

          Xiaojun stared at the warm beef stew in front of him. He was even more unsure of Jinxing's intention here, "Xiang, what is your intention? Is it about work?"

          "Do you want to tell me that something happened between our business partnership?" Xiaojun asked. Jinxing was straight and was not interested in him, doing something like inviting a business partner inside your house and even cooking for him. It was too weird.

Xiaojun didn't want to catch feelings, so he tried his best to distance himself from Jinxing.

But this…

Jinxing stared at Xiaojun for a while, and he sighed, "Xiao-Ge, you really do not remember me? I deliberately showed you my tardiness, my love for cats, and even my cooking… you don't remember anything?"

"… Huh?" Xiaojun tilted his head.

"Xiao-Ge… maybe you don't remember me because you were the male god of our Senior High, but it's me… I'm your number one fan and your Junior in high school, Xiang."