Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 158: Second World: Couple's Costume

Qie Ranzhe knew to quit while ahead so he let him go before handing him a shopping bag. "Wear this today otherwise I will harass you the entire day," he said his eyes bright as the morning sun.

It was only then did he notice that the Marshal who almost never wears casual clothes was now wearing slim fit black jeans and a black t-shirt written 'XieXie's Private Property' in yellow. When did the Marshal get that t-shirt done? Who knows?

Wen Qinxi tightened his towel his eyes agape in disbelief stammering out a sentence, "Yo-you go-going to wear that outside," while pointing at the t-shirt, "aren't you going to work?"

"Mn, now get dressed otherwise you shouldn't blame me if I can't control my impulses," he said his index finger tugging at the towel covering Wen Qinxi's chest staring at his masterpiece with armourous eyes but his naughty hand was smacked away making him feel like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar.

Before Wen Qinxi could come up with a response Qie Ranzhe was already gone with a spring in his step. The package in his hand finally caught his attention and so he curiously opened it with his towel tracing his body falling off to the floor but the unexpected happened. The door was suddenly opened with Qie Ranzhe peeking his head into the room saying, "I will be waiting fo-....wow," but a sneaker was thrown in his direction which he was able to dodge in time running out the room.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Qinxi came down for breakfast wearing the same outfit just that his t-shirt was yellow written 'Property of the Marshal' in black a perfect couple's costume. He obviously had fun teasing Qie Ranzhe when he first bought the other outfit laying claim on the Marshal but he didn't expect for this thing to turn around and bite him in the arse with the man more enthusiastic than he was.

"Are you going out today," asked Qie Ranzhe placing a bowl of pork congee in front of Zhao Xieshu while staring at the prominent hickey on the omega's neck making him recall yesterday's escapades when he had Zhao Xieshu moaning beneath him.

Wen Qinxi looked down at his t-shirt and answered honestly, "No," while stirring the steaming hot congee.

Qie Ranzhe standing behind Zhao Xieshu didn't respond leaning down while wrapping his arm around the prince's waist. He buried his face in Zhao Xieshu's neck while taking a picture of the two of them immediately posting it on his Valim Network account tagging the prince as well.

When he bought that t-shirt this morning for express delivery, he thought Zhao Xieshu could wear it out and possibly get a few pictures by the press so the entire universe would know who he belonged to but who would have guessed the prince planned on not going anywhere ruining plan A. This forced him to execute plan B which he seemed to like better.

Wen Qinxi wasn't expecting this especially from this dinosaur who didn't even have any social media accounts in the real world. It was a miracle that he had a Valim Network account in this world but even if he had it he didn't post a single thing despite having millions of followers.

"What are you doing?" asked a flustered Wen Qinxi trying to check his screen but Qie Ranzhe took a step back taunting him,

"Baby we just started dating, isn't it a little early in the relationship to be checking each other's private messages?"

Wen Qinxi suddenly felt like an insecure girl trying to check her boyfriend's phone while his sleeping. "Tsk, you think too highly of yourself. You should be the one checking my communicator as you know I have so many alphas who have a crush on me. Ai....you should see how many messages I get each day," he said his expression sincere enough to aggravate the Marshal.

Qie Ranzhe immediately grabbed Zhao Xieshu's communicator while tossing his to him. "There," he said sitting next to him wanting to see who had the balls to message his omega. What he didn't know was that Wen Qinxi had tricked him into handing over his communicator so he could see what Qie Ranzhe posted. If it wasn't to his liking he would delete the post immediately and the image as well.

The image was actually good focusing only on his t-shirt with the Marshal's face buried in his neck that you could only see the top of his head. The corner of his lips quirked up feeling the taste of congee was especially unique competely overlooking the bright hickey on his neck.

"Did you make this?" he asked forgetting how the Marshal lost miserably to a tiny piece of garlic and ginger yesterday. How can a man who couldn't even differentiate between garlic and ginger be able to cook such a delicious meal?

Qie Ranzhe didn't even look at Zhao Xieshu his brows knitted together while going through his omega's communicator, "No, mum made it and sent it over."

Wen Qinxi almost choked at these words but Qie Ranzhe didn't see anything wrong with it. If he did that to his own mother Wen Qinxi's would surely have a reunion with his long time friend, mom's house slipper. "You asked your mum to make us breakfast after you slept over at my house?"

Qie Ranzhe glanced over at him twice while replying, "She volunteered to do it in exchange for something," his eyes now focused on Zhao Xieshu's communicator.

"Exchange for what?" asked Wen Qinxi suddenly having a bad premonition.

"A grandchild omega, beta or alpha. She doesn't mind as long as I get you pregnant," he answered with a serious tone but he didn't expect to get kicked out the very next second.

"Marshal you are already late for work. You can't slack off like this," said Wen Qinxi beckoning for him to leave.

Qie Ranzhe apparently had no idea what caused a sudden change in Zhao Xieshu's attitude and tried to negotiate. "Baby, I am not done going through your communicator," he said with an aggrieved expression.

"Take it with you and bring it back when you are done. Take yours as well," he said handing back the Marshal's communicator while opening the front door, "oh and let's only meet in public from now on till we are married, okay."

Wen Qinxi was about to shut the front door when he remembered something. In a swift pace, he kissed Qie Ranzhe's lips and waved goodbye with a sweet smile before shutting the door. Qie Ranzhe who was standing there like a statue in a museum stupefied was about to open the door again when a message came through from Machu talking about some kind of gem the Marshal was looking for.

Machu: I found it at an auction house. Do you want me to send someone?

Qie Ranzhe quickly replied while walking towards his vehicle for the first time in his life doing the 'walk of shame'.

Marshal: No, I will handle it personally

As the self driving car drove to UPSF headquarters, Qie Ranzhe finally put down Zhao Xieshu's communicator with a heavy heart. The omega wasn't lying there were a lot of alphas trying to get with him though most of them were blacklisted with some even blacklisted for a century. As a warning to all of them Qie Ranzhe fiddled with his communicator tagging all of them to his post on Valim Network with the caption had an amazing night. It was only then he felt his heart at ease with a satisfied smile competely unaware of the category five storm he started on the network.