Qie Ranzhe wrapped an arm around Wen Qinxi's waist, pulling him in closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. The warmth of the mug in his hand waslovinglycompared to the heat radiating between them.
"Is it sorted now?" asked Wen Qinxi and Qie Ranzhe nodded his head.
"It's well taken care of," he said and Wen Qinxi's expression relaxed. He didn't want his son to suffer any grievances.
"Where is he now?" he asked and Qie Ranzhe ran his finger through his husband's hair at the back of his head.
"At his condo. He went out with Ailun and ate out at that dingy place again," he said. Yes, Qie Xieling thought that his father didn't know about his trips to that dingy restaurant but he knew. He had even had someone close the restaurant down for health code violations and then reopened it as an investor. This meant Qie Xieling had no idea that his secret spot was owned by his father.
