The Long Chase For The President's Spouse

Chp. 38

Chapter 38: Tokyo Night (2)

Gu Zhun thought about Zhang Heng's suggestion— two grown men hugging each other to dance ballroom style. Was it indecent or problematic? What if some Japanese media photographed it and it got posted on Twitter? It would definitely be used by those highly skilled Chinese citizens who used VPN to bypass the Great 'Firewall' of China to send and spread it on Weibo, WeChat friend circles, and other major social media...

Just thinking about it was scary.

However, Zhang Heng did not think so. He just wanted to used this opportunity to take advantage of Gu Zhun. Although he slightly took advantage of Gu Zhun previously at the suit shop, he didn't have enough... Compared to seven years ago, although he often took advantage of Gu Zhun a number of times, it was all done secretly.

This time in public, even if he was unable to do much, at least he would be able to touch him. After all, Zhang Heng had missed Gu Zhun's body every day and night during these seven years.

Gu Zhun was naturally unable to put away his sense of shame to be with a man in public. Moreover, this man was his big boss... To embrace him and dance ballroom style. Did Zhang Heng's brain short circuit? Did he read too many comics?

Gu Zhun did say that he would not agree no matter what. However, he was unable to endure the way Zhang Heng kept looking at him with a pitiful expression, like a loyal dog that had been abandoned its owner.

All of the guests were dancing. Only Gu Zhun and Zhang Heng were standing in the ballroom. It was somewhat awkward whether they stood or sat. However, they could not leave early, because the real highlight came later. All of the entrepreneurs would go up on stage to read a speech about the benefits of their company and the projects that they wanted to cooperate on. Of course, those that did not have any recent cooperation projects nor wished to do so would not be required to go up. They were only here to forge connections.

Zhang Heng was going up on stage to represent their company for the speech.

Gu Zhun was unable to bear such a look from Zhang Heng's eyes. He could only stealthily pull Zhang Heng's clothes and prompted him to walk to the balcony outside the ballroom. The ballroom and the balcony were separated by a floor-to-ceiling window. It was covered by a large and red silk cloth. Those that were inside could not see anything outside, and likewise those on the outside could not see what was on the inside.

Gu Zhun made the first move and left. Zhang Heng followed behind. He went around those people who were dancing and frolicking. He followed Gu Zhun to the floor-to-ceiling window behind the balcony.

"What's the matter? Dance here? It's a little squeezy." Zhang Heng looked at the area of the balcony and gauged whether it was possible to dance.

However, Gu Zhun still did not have the intention to dance. He pulled Zhang Heng here just to do something that would make him want to slam his head in shame and annoyance when he recalled it in the future. When Zhang Heng thought about it, he felt that Gu Zhun might have been nuts when he did it.

Gu Zhun tip toed, lifted his hands, reached for Zhang Heng's nape, and brought Zhang Heng's head towards him. He then closed his eyes and kissed Zhang Heng's cheek.

The moment the kiss happened, Gu Zhun could not have known Zhang Heng's current expression, nor his own expression because his eyes were closed. He could only hear the symphony in the ballroom stop and the climatic sounds from the piano announcing the end of the dance.

Zhang Heng's eyes were opened much wider than usual. He stared intently at Gu Zhun. Although Gu Zhun gave a quick kiss and quickly left Zhang Heng's cheek, Zhang Heng still looked at Gu Zhun. As he observed Gu Zhun, it seemed as though a day had passed.