Mr. CEO Secretly Reads BL!

Xiaojun and Sun Zhu started chatting at night. Xiaojun was very excited in his text, just as Sun Zhu replied to all messages in less than a minute.

*You know, it's quite rude for me to address you with your username, can I call you with something else?*

*Yes! Author sama can call me Xiao!*

*Xiao? Hm… Xiao… then I will call you XiaoXiao, hahaha*

Xiaojun was surprised that his favorite author can guess his small name. It made him wonder whether it was alright or not.

"Is it okay, though? XiaoXiao is a small name…"

To make sure of himself, Xiaojun texted a reply:

*Then, how should I address you, Author sama?*

*Call me Zhu'er.*

Xiaojun gulped. XiaoXiao and Zhu'er, they were like couples calling each other with their small names. He was unsure because he hadn't met his favorite author yet, and he didn't even know PupainDisguise's real name.

But his favorite author suggested this first. It would be rude if he rejected him.

*Alright! I will call you Zhu'er from now on!*

*Yes… XiaoXiao.*

In only a few days, their relationship developed with Sun Zhu promised that he would call Xiaojun at night.

Xiaojun let his phone ring a few more times. He slapped his cheeks to wake himself up, "Okay, Xiaojun! You are going to talk with your favorite author again. Do not mess this up! This is an important mission, do not mess this up!"

Xiaojun picked up the call, and he blanked out immediately when he heard that heavy but smooth, like a butter voice greeted him, "Hello, Xiaoxiao…"

'OH MY GOD, HIS VOICE IS EVEN SMOOTHER THAN BEFORE! IS THIS BECAUSE IT WAS PAST MIDNIGHT? IS THIS MY MIDNIGHT LEWD THOUGHT WHO MAKE HIS VOICE TEN TIMES MORE SEDUCTIVE?!'

Xiaojun cleared his throat and replied with, "H—Hello… Zhu'er…"

Sun Zhu's heart warmed when the man across the phone called him Zhu'er. His husky voice magnified the cuteness when XiaoXiao got embarrassed, "It's a bit sudden, eh? I'm calling you because I want to hear your voice again."

"M—My voice?"

"Yes, it's… calming," Sun Zhu said, "Maybe because it reminds me of mellow autumn? Your voice caressed me like a gentle wind…"

….

'RED ALERT! RED ALERT! FENG XIAOJUN'S HEART IS GOING TO BURST! OH MY GOD, AN AUTHOR SURELY KNOWS HOW TO FLIRT! I'M DEAD NOW, I'M TOTALLY DEAD!'

Xiaojun jumped out of his bed and did a squat jump ten times, continued with another ten push-ups. He didn't know how to contain his happiness, so he unleashed his excitement by moving his body.

"XiaoXiao?" hearing no response from Xiaojun, Sun Zhu was a bit worried, he thought that he might have embarrassed Xiaojun too much, or maybe Xiaojun detested his flowery words.

Xiaojun jumped back to his bed and took few deep breaths to control himself:

"Zhu'er knows how to praise…" Xiaojun said calmly. As if those things he did before was just an illusion.

"Well, XiaoXiao does warm my heart. I hope we can meet soon…" Sun Zhu said.

"N—Next week, right? I mean, I can meet anytime you want," Xiaojun started thinking about how he could burden Secretary Shi with so many reschedules without his coffee being poisoned by her the next day.

"I can only do it next week. I'm swamped this week. I'm so sorry, XiaoXiao…"

"No, no, it's okay!" Xiaojun said, "Work comes first. Though, it makes me curious, are you a full-time author, or you have another job?"

"I am a… uh… filming crew. I'm a cameraman," Sun Zhu lied. He didn't want XiaoXiao to knew his identity for now. Because it might change their whole conversation from genuine interest to a professional idol-fan relationship only.

"I see," Xiaojun was relieved after he knew that Zhu'er was not a high-profile actor or businessman. Because it would definitely bring trouble to him. Although the chance was slim to none, who knew if Zhu'er was actually like… the hottest actor in the whole country right now? That would be messy.

'Hm… that couldn't be, Zhu'er writes smutty BL book. How could a popular actor write something like that in the meantime? He will just be partying with women in a yacht or something,' Xiaojun thought.

"How about you, XiaoXiao. What is your day job?" Sun Zhu asked back.

"Ah—I'm.. uh… I'm a regular office worker…" Xiaojun lied. If Zhu'er knew that he was actually Feng Xiaojun, it would be big trouble if people knew that he was actually a fudanshi.

"Really? But you can donate that much money to me? Do you have a high position or something?" Sun Zhu asked suspiciously.

"A—Ah… that… that was my saving… I saved a lot of money for the whole year, so I can support my favorite author," Xiaojun gulped. He didn't know if his lie was correct because eighty thousand yuan or about ten thousand dollars was actually pocket money for him.

"I see…" Sun Zhu still didn't fully believe it, though. Somehow, in his wildest imagination, XiaoXiao was the real Feng Xiaojun. He started imagining the cold Feng Xiaojun actually read BL and squealed 'kyaa~' whenever there was a scene between two men.

'Nah… that is impossible. If XiaoXiao is the real Feng Xiaojun, how could a cold CEO like that become a fudanshi? I bet the real Feng Xiaojun is partying with women in a yacht or something,' Sun Zhu thought.

***

Xiaojun and Sun Zhu had a random talk until time passed. Surprisingly, They talked for three hours straight without realizing it.

"W—Well, I will be going now, talk to you tomorrow, XiaoXiao."

"I'm also sleepy, talk to you later, Zhu'er."

Beep.

They hung up the call and hurriedly find the pair of black hoodie and jeans. They also searched for their prescription glasses and a black mask to cover half of their faces. It was their preparation for the meeting… in one week.

"Alright, I need to disguise myself with this. So nobody will notice me," Sun Zhu said.

"This has worked before. I'm sure nobody will notice me," Xiaojun said.