Chapter 5 – Wait–The Domineering CEO Is Actually Gay?!

An Chi said, “Xiao Yan’s build is way too skinny. If President Hua wore his spare shirt, it’d probably burst open.”

Yan Dun suddenly felt personally attacked about his physique.

But facts were facts. As an unimportant background tool character, his body really was nothing impressive—basically just a skinny “boiled chicken.” Meanwhile, domineering CEOs like An Chi and Hua Daimao were more like steroid-injected chickens.

Hua Daimao’s chest muscles were especially well-developed. Yan Dun’s shirt really might tear apart if Hua Daimao tried wearing it.

An Chi added, “Just wear mine. Consider it me compensating you on Xiao Yan’s behalf.”

“Sure,” Hua Daimao replied pleasantly, seeming very easygoing. He neither objected to An Chi’s suggestion nor got angry at Yan Dun.

Yan Dun felt guilty for making a mistake and forcing his boss to clean up after him.

“Thank you, President An.”

Yan Dun then went into An Chi’s office. There was a lounge attached to it, and inside the lounge was a wardrobe full of spare clothes. He took out a dress shirt and returned to the reception room, handing it to Hua Daimao.

“President Hua, do you think this size will fit?”

“It will.” Hua Daimao stood up. “Then I’ll trouble Secretary Yan to accompany me to the changing room.”

Yan Dun was just about to agree when An Chi interrupted:

“The changing room is right there. You can go yourself. What, do you need my secretary to help you change too? If you’re physically disabled and unable to care for yourself, then order your own secretary around.”

Yan Dun almost laughed hearing that.

Only a domineering CEO in a CEO novel could speak to a business partner with that kind of attitude.

Hua Daimao merely smiled.

“President An really is protective of his own people.”

Perhaps An Chi truly was the center of this entire CEO universe, because even someone as powerful as Hua Daimao tolerated his awful temper without complaint.

Or maybe Hua Daimao simply wanted to prove he was capable of dressing himself. Either way, he didn’t bring his secretary along and went to change alone.

When he returned after changing clothes, his expression remained the same—gentle and smiling, as though he didn’t feel offended at all.

After Hua Daimao finished discussing business with An Chi, he left together with his secretary.

Since An Chi loved acting important, he naturally didn’t bother escorting Hua Daimao out. As the secretary, Yan Dun had no choice but to do it himself, accompanying Hua Daimao all the way to the elevator.

At the elevator, Hua Daimao exchanged business cards with him.

Yan Dun was startled.

Why would a domineering CEO like him want to exchange contact information with me? Crap, don’t tell me he’s planning to ask me for clothing compensation later?

Seeing Yan Dun’s shocked expression, Hua Daimao asked:

“Surprised?”

Yan Dun quickly replied, “I’m honored.”

Hua Daimao smiled.

“Relax. I’m not asking you for compensation.”

“…”

After seeing Hua Daimao off, Yan Dun returned to An Chi’s office.

An Chi sat there with his hands clasped beneath his chin, studying him intently.

“Did Hua Daimao say anything to you?”

Yan Dun answered honestly, “Nothing much. We just exchanged business cards.”

An Chi inhaled sharply.

“So it really happened! I tried every possible precaution, but I still couldn’t stop him from extending his evil claws toward you!”

Yan Dun was both shocked and confused.

“President An, what do you mean…?”

“I was afraid he’d set his sights on you. That’s why I kept interfering whenever he interacted with you.” An Chi sighed heavily. “You probably don’t know this, but Hua Daimao is a jiaoshigun.”

Yan Dun blinked.

“A… what?”

“You still don’t get it?” An Chi gritted his teeth. “A guy who likes screwing men and poking people’s asses—isn’t that what a jiaoshigun is?”

Yan Dun was utterly stunned.

That’s what jiaoshigun means?!

Later, he even looked the word up in a dictionary, only to find that its actual definition was still the one he remembered:

“An insult referring to someone who causes endless trouble and entanglement.”

Not:

“A guy who likes screwing men and poking people’s asses.”

Apparently domineering CEOs had their own uniquely profound understanding of vocabulary, different from ordinary mortals.

Still, what shocked Yan Dun wasn’t the meaning of the word “jiaoshigun.”

It was the revelation that Hua Daimao was gay.

“That can’t be possible, right?” Yan Dun blurted out in disbelief.

Wasn’t Hua Daimao supposed to be one of the Mary Sue heroine’s admirers?

Wasn’t he supposed to fall in love with her at first sight and become the cannon-fodder villain who would commit countless crimes competing for her affection?

How could he possibly be gay?

“Why not?” An Chi asked.

Yan Dun choked.

He obviously couldn’t say, Because I know the plot.

So instead, he awkwardly rubbed his nose.

“I-it just doesn’t seem like it…”

“How does he not seem like it?” An Chi looked at him with a you’re too inexperienced expression. “He’s obviously so slutty!”

“…”

Well…

Calling Hua Daimao “slutty” honestly wasn’t exactly wrong.

He never wore his clothes properly, always undoing several buttons. After seeing him change out of his own shirt and into An Chi’s spare shirt, Yan Dun realized that Hua Daimao’s shirts were clearly custom-tailored to emphasize his waistline far more than ordinary men’s dress shirts.

By the same logic, his pants were probably custom-made too, accentuating his narrow waist and slim hips in an extremely seductive way.

Even Hua Daimao’s eyes carried a uniquely flirtatious charm—hook-like, almost.

Still, Hua Daimao’s “slutty” aura wasn’t the soft, coquettish kind.

There was aggression mixed into the seductiveness.

This could only be described as:

“Masculine yet slutty.”

If he really was gay, then he was probably still a top—just a very flamboyant one.

Unable to resist, Yan Dun asked:

“President An, how are you so certain President Hua is gay?”

An Chi answered matter-of-factly:

“Isn’t it an open secret? He keeps male lovers all the time. Sometimes he even brings them out publicly.”

Yan Dun was stunned.

Later, he even searched online and discovered that Hua Daimao truly did have countless rumors involving men, while his history with women was practically nonexistent.

“How can a gay man become one of the Mary Sue heroine’s backup love interests?” Yan Dun muttered in confusion. After thinking for a long time, he could only conclude, “Could it be that the author wanted to emphasize the heroine’s overwhelming charm, so they wrote a plotline where she turns a gay man straight?”

While Yan Dun was still dazedly trying to process this revelation, An Chi suddenly said:

“Enough about that. My brother is returning to the country soon… Help me prepare a gift for him.”

Come to think of it, ever since joining the company, Yan Dun had never actually met An Chi’s older brother, An Zao.

An Chi loved attention. He constantly gave speeches, appeared on television, magazines, and trending searches. Basically anyone in the country who used 4G internet knew who An Chi was. Many people even mistakenly believed he was the head of the An Group.

But the group’s true boss was actually his older brother, An Zao.

The brothers were complete opposites.

An Zao disliked publicity and rarely appeared in public.

Though that made sense. In these kinds of CEO novels, the powerful family patriarch figures usually only appeared later in the story. They didn’t do much except eventually slap a check onto the Mary Sue heroine’s face.

Yan Dun had only arrived in this world after the “car accident,” meaning he’d effectively worked at An Group for just two months.

He’d never once crossed paths with An Zao.

That left Yan Dun feeling troubled.

I don’t even know this “An Zao.” How am I supposed to know what kind of gift he’d like?