Wen Moxue wasn’t a local at all and his family situation was completely different from what he had told Fu Cheng.
Most importantly, he was a man. There was no way he could possibly let his people accompany him home. Wouldn’t that expose everything?
He hurriedly replied.
A’Xiaoli: Forget it. I don’t want Brother or anyone else to see my ugly family situation and how pathetic I am right now.
A’Xiaoli: It’s okay. Pretty clothes can always be bought again. Once I work hard and earn more money, I’ll be able to buy the clothes I like.
A’Xiaoli: Xiao Li has to work hard and become stronger. (clenches fist)
Fu: Okay.
Seeing that Fu Cheng wasn’t insisting on standing up for him, Wen Moxue quietly wiped away a bead of sweat.
Just then, the subway arrived at the station. He was about to put away his phone and leave the station to head back when his phone buzzed again.
Fu sent you a transfer of 100,000 yuan.
Wen Moxue: !!!
Wen Moxue instinctively rubbed his eyes, then pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and hadn’t misread it. Once he confirmed that it really was a full hundred thousand yuan, he couldn’t help clicking his tongue in amazement.
Putting everything else aside, Fu Cheng really was rich.
He could casually give away a hundred thousand yuan just like that. Just how rich was he?
After the initial shock, Wen Moxue couldn’t help feeling wildly delighted.
Hahaha, he’d still managed to get some money out of him.
An old man’s money wasn’t all that difficult to fish out after all.
So easy!
Suppressing the urge to immediately accept the transfer, he hurriedly typed.
A’Xiaoli: QAQ Brother, why did you suddenly give me so much money?
Fu: To buy you clothes.
A’Xiaoli: Is Brother pitying me? (crying loudly)
Fu: …
Fu: It’s a loan.
Wen Moxue: “…”
Wen Moxue wanted to smack himself across the mouth. Look at you, putting on an act. Look at you, putting on an act!
Fu: A Double Eleven gift. Take it.
Wen Moxue glanced at the calendar. There were still ten days until Double Eleven.
Was this guy in e commerce or something? Celebrating Double Eleven early?
A’Xiaoli: Wow, this is the first gift Brother has ever given me!
A’Xiaoli: Then I’ll accept it. Thank you, Brother ^_^
After typing that, Wen Moxue quickly accepted the money and opened his money grubbing calendar.
November 1st: Successfully fished 100,000 yuan out of that bastard of a man. Hehehe, hehehehe.
The next day, Wen Moxue deliberately picked out a pair of jeans to wear with a sweater and white sneakers, making sure to cover himself up from head to toe before going to work.
The tea house was busiest on weekends. Wen Moxue spent the entire afternoon rushing around without so much as a moment to catch his breath. It wasn’t until seven o’clock that he finally had time to wolf down a couple of bites of food. He hadn’t even had a chance to touch up his makeup when the shift supervisor hurried over and told him that a Black Gold customer had specifically requested him and that he needed to get ready quickly.
He hurried to the staff lounge to touch up his makeup. Just as he reached the doorway, he ran into another tea artist who seemed to be named Lin Ling, coming out of the lounge.
Lin Ling was also very beautiful. It was said that before Wen Moxue came here, she had been the place’s “top girl.”
Wen Moxue stepped aside to let her go out first. Unexpectedly, as Lin Ling passed him, she deliberately slammed hard into his arm and cursed under her breath, “Bitch!”
“???”
Wen Moxue had never had any interaction with Lin Ling, so he had no idea what had gotten into her.
He frowned. “Did I offend you?”
Lin Ling let out a cold laugh. “You know exactly what you did. Shameless.”
Wen Moxue genuinely had no idea but he was in a hurry, so he went inside and touched up his makeup first.
When he came back out, he happened to run into Chen Jiajia, who was on her way to the restroom.
Wen Moxue walked over to her and asked in a low voice, “That Lin Ling, does she have some kind of grudge against me?”
“Her?” Chen Jiajia covered her mouth and giggled, then lowered her voice. “She was the one who’d always been taking care of that Black Gold customer, Mr. Zhang. Today, he specifically requested you and she was furious. She even smashed the cup she’d been drinking from just now.”
Wen Moxue understood. So this was workplace competition.
She couldn’t keep her own customer, so she’d come over to curse him instead. What an interesting person.
Actually, aside from Fu Cheng, Wen Moxue treated every other customer exactly the same. In his eyes, there wasn’t much difference between Black Gold and Platinum customers anyway.
Still, seeing Lin Ling’s dark, furious expression made him feel rather satisfied. He hated it most when someone called him a bitch. If the other person hadn’t been a woman, he might well have gone over and slapped her across the face himself.
Wen Moxue was a man; he had no interest in getting involved in this kind of catfight between women but before entering Mr. Zhang’s private room, he deliberately shot Lin Ling a provocative look. A moment later, he heard a loud crash behind him. He had no idea what she’d smashed this time.
Wen Moxue walked into the private room. He had just started to walk around the screen by the entrance when a familiar voice from inside suddenly reached his ears, making him stop dead in his tracks.
“Wen Qianqian. What an interesting name,” the voice said teasingly. “If the gender didn’t match, I’d almost suspect my dear little brother had come here to become the top girl.”
Wen Moxue’s face instantly turned ugly.
Wen Heng. What was he doing here?
“Oh? Your younger brother is in Haishi too?”
“Mhm. A top student at Haida University and very pretty.”
He deliberately emphasized the word “pretty,” and there seemed to be a trace of reminiscence in his tone.
Wen Moxue’s hand tightened abruptly around the tray he was carrying. He turned around and walked out of the private room.
The shift supervisor was startled when she saw him come back out almost immediately, especially with such an awful expression on his face. She hurried over and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Wen Moxue pressed his lips together. “I’m not feeling well. I want to ask for leave.”
“Huh? What’s wrong? Weren’t you perfectly fine just now?”
Wen Moxue covered his stomach and casually made up a lie. “I’m on my period. It hurts.”
“…” The shift supervisor suspiciously looked at the place he was covering, thinking to herself, Is that really where period pain is supposed to hurt?
“I have some ibuprofen over there. Take a tablet and try to hold on, okay? I’ll let you go home after you finish serving these two distinguished guests.”
The main problem was that the Black Gold customer had specifically requested her and she would have trouble explaining it otherwise.
“I can’t hold on.” Wen Moxue placed the tray directly into her hands. “Sorry, I’m leaving first.”
With that, he quickly went to change his clothes, grabbed his phone and left the tea house.
It wasn’t until the cool autumn wind of the late evening blew against his body that Wen Moxue’s wildly beating heart finally settled down. His mood, however, had sunk to rock bottom.
In reality, his family was even worse than what he had fabricated for Fu Cheng.
He was the child of a mistress and his biological mother had knowingly become the other woman.
Back then, his mother had originally believed that giving birth to him would allow her to rise through her son, defeat the legitimate wife and reach the pinnacle of life.
Who could have expected his father to be completely henpecked? Once the affair was exposed, he didn’t dare say a single word.
His mother was consumed by resentment. In the end, she simply dumped the barely one month old Wen Moxue at the Wen family’s doorstep and went off in search of another wealthy man.
It went without saying how difficult life was for Wen Moxue as an illegitimate child living in the Wen family.
Things were still relatively bearable while his grandfather was alive. Seeing how pitiful the child was, the old man kept him by his side and personally raised and taught him. His grandfather loved tea and Wen Moxue had learned both his tea making skills and how to play the guzheng while staying at his grandfather’s side.
Until he was thirteen, when his grandfather passed away and he was forced to live with his father and the rest of the family.
Being the son of a mistress and living in the legitimate wife’s family was already difficult enough. On top of that, Wen Moxue was extremely proud and couldn’t stand suffering a loss. Even when Fu Cheng called him a gold digger, he had to personally make sure he got his revenge. It was obvious just how petty he could be about every little thing.
When Wen Moxue was young, his mother’s actions had made him unable to hold his head up. His personality became extremely sensitive as a result.
But as he grew older and became more sensible, his perspective slowly changed. Being the son of a mistress wasn’t something he had chosen. He had neither used that identity to fight for a share of the family’s wealth nor gained any benefit from it.
If they hated someone, they should go after the cheating husband and the mistress.
Why was it that his father could be forgiven by the legitimate wife and return to a loving, happy marriage, while his mother could find another wealthy man, marry into a rich family and go on living a glamorous life?
Only he, a person who had never been given the choice of his own birth or fate, had to bear all the insults and blame.
If his very existence was a mistake, then they should have sent him to an orphanage while he was still too young to fight back.
Since they hadn’t, they had no right to blame him for existing with that identity.
As far as Wen Moxue was concerned, he had always behaved with a clear conscience and conducted himself properly. No one had the right to judge or slander him because of what his mother had done.
And yet Wen Heng, his half brother, found everything about him irritating. He called him a bastard, a slut’s bastard and a piece of trash born from a shameless woman, saying that he would definitely grow up to be just like her, shameless, money hungry and willing to sleep with any rich man he came across. Wen Moxue ended up getting into a fight with him every few days.
Wen Heng was seven years older than him and would pin him to the ground and beat him. Even when Wen Moxue was beaten until his entire body was covered in bruises, he never made a sound, because he knew no one would come to help him and yet, whenever Wen Heng ran his mouth, Wen Moxue would still charge forward and beat him.
Until…
Wen Moxue closed his eyes and forced that period of his life out of his mind.
He didn’t want to return to school, so he simply wandered aimlessly through the streets.
The phone in his hand buzzed several times in succession, all of them WeChat notifications. To avoid exposing himself while he was at work, he always switched to his secondary WeChat account.
They were probably messages from his coworkers or supervisors but he didn’t want to read a single one.
His mood was so terrible that he felt like kicking even the dogs he passed on the street.
But perhaps because he kept refusing to answer, after a while his phone began ringing with a WeChat call. He was annoyed enough that he picked it up intending to hang up immediately, only to discover that the person calling him was Fu Cheng.
Wen Moxue’s fingertip hesitated between answering and rejecting the call. Just as the call was about to end, he finally chose to answer.
“What is it, Brother?”
“Where are you?” Fu Cheng asked directly.
The tea house knew that Wen Qianqian was his person. When the shift supervisor saw her leave in such a hurry, looking upset as well, she was worried that something might have happened to her, so she quickly informed Fu Cheng.
Wen Moxue lied, “I’m not feeling well, so I’m about to head back. I’ll treat you to a meal another day, Brother.”
“Send me your location. I’ll have my driver take you there. He’ll arrive in five minutes.”
Wen Moxue had previously suspected that Fu Cheng’s company or home was somewhere near their tea house. Hearing that his driver could arrive in five minutes proved that his guess had indeed been correct.
But how could he possibly let Fu Cheng’s driver take him home? Wouldn’t that expose the location of his house? If he eventually made his escape from Fu Cheng, the chances of Fu Cheng finding him afterward would be far too high. No, absolutely not.
“No need, Brother. I’ll just get a taxi. It’s not that bad. It’s mainly that I’m feeling upset.”
Without even stumbling over his words, Wen Moxue immediately began weaving a sob story for him.
“I’m on my period today and I feel so awful that it was really hard to keep working. Then I thought about how I was supposed to be a young lady who never had to worry about food or clothing but now I have to work part time while studying just to earn money for my living expenses and suddenly I just broke down emotionally.”
As he spoke, Wen Moxue even deliberately let a slight sob creep into his voice.
Anyway, Fu Cheng couldn’t see him. Whether the tears were real or fake didn’t matter. Crying was what mattered.
Fu Cheng’s tone remained indifferent but the words he spoke no longer carried the same lack of human warmth as before. “Next time you’re not feeling well, you can ask for leave. There’s no need to force yourself to keep working.”
“I thought I could hold on. I’m sorry for making Brother worry about me.”
“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault.”
Of all the things Wen Moxue had heard throughout his life, the words “It’s not your fault” were the ones he loved hearing most.
“Right.” Wen Moxue kicked the roadside tree with absolutely no regard for manners. “I didn’t do anything wrong. They’re the ones who are trash…”
The curse slipped naturally out of Wen Moxue’s mouth but then he suddenly remembered the gentle and adorable image he was supposed to maintain. He forcibly changed the direction of his words. “…Eating too much junk food causes indigestion, bloating, acid reflux and stomach ulcers; losing money doesn’t make the disaster go away and drinking water gives you cavities, all your teeth should rot!”
Fu Cheng: “……”
Fu Cheng seemed to have been amused by him. The ending of his voice was noticeably lighter when he spoke again. “Go back early. It’s cold outside.”
“Oh.” After letting out that whole tirade, Wen Moxue felt somewhat more refreshed. He deliberately said, “It’s a shame I dressed up so prettily today and Brother can’t see me.”
There was silence on the other end.
Wen Moxue pursed his lips. Once again, Fu Cheng had started pretending to be serious instead of playing along with him.
Just then, a gust of night wind swept over. Wen Moxue shivered from the cold. After wandering around aimlessly for so long, he didn’t even know where he had ended up.
He was just about to say goodbye, end the call and hail a taxi home when he suddenly heard Fu Cheng say, “You can take a picture and send it to me.”
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ChaptersChapter 1 · You think you can get away with this?Chapter 2 · That clueless straight guyChapter 3 · It’s just women’s clothing, right?Chapter 4 · That’s clearly a girl’s voice!Chapter 5 · Fu Dog, prepare to die!Chapter 6 · I possess a masculine charmChapter 7 · This skirt makes her look like a slutChapter 8 · Fu transferred 10,000 yuan to you.Chapter 9 · Black stockings photosChapter 10 · The older man asked for the photos himself!Chapter 11 · I bumped into an old man while dressed as a manChapter 12 · An older man took the initiative to ask him out!Chapter 13 · Forums where posts were postedChapter 14 · Eating with an older manChapter 15 · Pattting HeadChapter 16 · The older man’s heart flutterChapter 17 · Don’t keep posting these kinds of photos.Chapter 18 · Exclusive private photos of an older manChapter 19 · I was kissedChapter 20 · Unique seduction methodChapter 21 · My lips are swollen from being kissed.Chapter 22 · Watching legs in a videoChapter 23 · Absence makes the heart grow fonderChapter 24 · The Older Man’s FallChapter 25 Part 1 · We broke up! We broke up!Chapter 25 Part 2 · We broke up! We broke up!Chapter 26 · Is he your dad?Chapter 27 · This man has a face that looks very similarChapter 28 · I do mind, I only like womenChapter 29 · I’m dizzyChapter 30 · Fair legs that would drive any foot fetishist crazy.Chapter 31 · Put it on and let me seeChapter 32 · Crossdressing againChapter 33 · PunishChapter 34 · Punish Fu Jiahang’s scumbag fatherChapter 35 · Massage the waistChapter 36 · HeartbeatChapter 37 · Men are no longer able to function after the age of 25Chapter 38 Part 1 · BedmatesChapter 38 Part 2 · BedmatesChapter 39 · PossessivenessChapter 40 · Little Godmother