By the time Wen Moxue jogged all the way to the Polytechnic University’s gate, the cold night wind had blown away the heat from his face and ears. He could not help but start despising himself all over again.
It was nothing more than an old man touching his head. What was there to be embarrassed about?!
He could make a fortune by using his looks to drain Fu Cheng dry!
Wen Moxue suddenly remembered something. He took out his phone and searched for the price of the scarf around his neck.
He knew the scarf Fu Cheng had given him definitely would not be cheap but when he actually saw the price, he instantly wondered whether he had somehow missed a decimal point.
A single scarf like this actually cost six figures!
Wen Moxue’s mouth fell slightly open. He even tugged at the scarf and examined it carefully beneath the streetlight, wondering if there were actual gold threads woven into it. Otherwise, why on earth could it possibly be sold at such an outrageous price?
Unable to contain himself, he immediately shared the news with Shu Yan.
Shu Yan sent him a classic Yue Yunpeng reaction meme.
Shu Yan: [Oh my God]
Shu Yan: Is that a scarf around your neck? No. It’s a one bedroom apartment!
Wen Shui Zhu Xue: …
Shu Yan: When are you coming back? I want to see your apartment… Ah, no, I mean your scarf.
Wen Shui Zhu Xue: …Five minutes.
By the time Wen Moxue returned home, Shu Yan, already dressed in pajamas, was waiting outside his bedroom door.
The moment he saw him, Shu Yan’s eyes lit up. “Is that the scarf Fu Cheng gave you? It’s so ethereal! Hurry up and let me see!”
Wen Moxue opened the door and went inside first before taking off the scarf and handing it to him.
Shu Yan ran his fingers over the intricate, beautiful embroidery, which was almost like a work of art. “The old man has pretty damn good taste when it comes to choosing gifts. This scarf isn’t just expensive, it’s beautiful too. It especially suits your vibe.”
Wen Moxue kicked off his high heels, feeling as though his toes had finally come back to life.
He reached down to massage his aching calves and said, “I finally understand why so many people like being kept. The money comes fast and it doesn’t hurt. My part time job already counts as high income but even if I work my ass off for an entire month, I still wouldn’t earn enough to buy even the loose change left over from this scarf.”
“That’s not necessarily true. It’s just that Fu Cheng is particularly generous and a little more conservative. If it were some other man, he would’ve dragged you to a hotel tonight and had his way with you already.”
Wen Moxue: “……….”
It might have been crude but there was truth in what Shu Yan said. Still, that wording was way too crude.
But what Shu Yan had said really was how things normally worked. The more generous someone was with their money, the more likely it was that they had ulterior motives.
Fu Cheng had only touched his head once and even that had been something Wen Moxue himself had asked for. Either the man was exceptionally proper, or he was exceptionally good at pretending.
Wen Moxue fell into thought. “Come to think of it, it really is strange. Doesn’t he hate people who get kept? Why is he being so generous?”
Shu Yan analyzed the situation. “My guess is that he’s so generous precisely because he’s been targeted by more than one person who wanted to mooch off him. Isn’t that why he hates people like that so much? Before this, he was as hard hearted toward you as iron. He must have been afraid of getting used but in the end, he still fell for you again because those sexy photos of yours tempted him.”
The analysis made perfect sense and Wen Moxue was convinced.
He was getting a little thirsty, so he went to pour himself a glass of water and came back drinking it. Shu Yan had also finished admiring the scarf and his gaze fell on Wen Moxue. Seeing what he was wearing, he asked, “You dressed this conservatively. Was the old man disappointed?”
“I couldn’t tell. When I asked him, he only said it was pretty good and that it was warm.”
“He’s pretending. He absolutely is. Did he tell you not to send him any more sexy photos?”
“No. He only told me not to dress like that. I said I would only dress that way for him and he didn’t refuse.”
“Then there you have it! You can take a sexy photo right now and send it to him, creating a huge contrast with what you were wearing today. That’s the only way to make his heart itch with anticipation.”
Wen Moxue immediately recognized what a good idea it was. He had already been taking off his wig but stopped at once. “Then I’ll go change clothes, ”
“No need to change.” Shu Yan waved the scarf in his hand. “Don’t you already have something right here?”
Wen Moxue felt that he was losing more and more of his dignity. Otherwise, how could he possibly be doing something as shameless as taking sexy photos while wearing nothing but a scarf draped around his body?!
The scarf was white and his skin was as white as jade beneath the snow. Draped and wrapped around his body, the scarf looked like fine silk enveloping a piece of exquisite jade.
Following Shu Yan’s instructions, he knelt on the wooden floor with his legs parted, leaving his long, fair thighs completely exposed.
The scarf that had looked dignified, elegant and ethereal when wrapped around his neck now hung loosely from his arm, exposing most of his shoulder and back. In an instant, it had taken on an entirely different, seductive quality, as though a pure white immortal had descended into the mortal world.
His back was turned toward the camera, while he turned his face to look toward the side, displaying every inch of the flawless, alluring contours of his profile.
His gaze fell on the tiny mole on his shoulder, half hidden beneath the scarf. The mole was red, adding a touch of allure to his appearance. There was an indescribable sensuality to it, half concealed by the scarf that seemed about to slip from his shoulder at any moment, tempting someone to pull it away completely and press their lips against that tiny mark…
After taking the photo in that pose, Shu Yan had him try several other positions. He even did his best to convince Wen Moxue to squeeze his chest slightly, creating a modest but alluring curve and had him take several selfies.
When Wen Moxue finally looked at the results himself, his fair skin, beautiful collarbones and eye catching curves made his face instantly flush red.
It was way too sexy. How had he managed to become this shameless?!
And if he had not been the person in the photos himself, he genuinely would not have been able to tell that they were actually selfies taken by a man.
“Send him the one showing your back first. Then wait until he replies before sending these selfies of your chest. Make sure you retract them within two minutes. Drive him crazy! Make him think about your photos all night until he’s completely worked up.”
Wen Moxue: “……”
Wen Moxue thought to himself that there was no way he was actually going to send them. Once you left, I’ll just delete those selfies.
Following Shu Yan’s suggestion, he sent Fu Cheng the photo of himself kneeling and taking a picture of his back first.
A’Xiaoli: The scarf you gave me is really so beautiful! I couldn’t resist taking so many photos.
At that moment, Fu Cheng had only just arrived home.
He was in a pretty good mood today. He took a bottle of wine and a wineglass from the liquor cabinet, refused the servant’s offer to help and opened it himself. Then he sat on the high stool by the floor to ceiling window, enjoying the night view outside as he poured himself one drink after another.
When he heard his phone ring, he lazily reached out and hooked it toward himself. As expected, it was a message from A’Xiaoli.
He tapped it open and the moment he saw the photos she had sent, the dark eyes that remained clear and calm despite the effects of the alcohol gradually took on a deeper, more intense quality.
It was clearly a scarf he had given her to keep her warm yet somehow she had managed to make it look so alluring and suggestive.
Should he praise her for making full use of everything she had, or for having such an imaginative mind?
After taking the photos for him, Shu Yan had gone home first, saying that he needed to return and make a late night snack for his professor, who was working overtime to help him with his thesis. Wen Moxue waited for Fu Cheng’s reply while removing his makeup and taking off his wig.
Ever since Fu Cheng had stopped deliberately ignoring him, he usually replied to messages fairly quickly unless he was genuinely busy.
Just like now. He had barely taken off his wig when Fu Cheng’s message came through.
Fu: You took these in your dorm?
Wen Moxue’s heart gave a sudden jolt. He realized he had overlooked a very important detail: every time he sent Fu Cheng photos, the setting had always been this room. Although he had never shown the entire place, anyone who had ever lived in a university dorm would be able to tell at a glance that this was not a student dormitory.
Even the last time they had been on a video call, he had been lying on the sofa while talking to him.
There was no way something like that could exist in a traditional university dormitory like theirs!
Wen Moxue’s brain spun so fast it was practically smoking as he quickly came up with an explanation.
A’Xiaoli: Nope, I’m at the place my former rich girl roommate rented.
A’Xiaoli: 😭 I don’t get along with one of the girls in my dorm, so I often come here to stay.
A’Xiaoli: I argued with her again when I went back today, so I just ran out. My rich girl roommate was also the one who took these photos for me.
Fu: Can’t you change dorms?
A’Xiaoli: There aren’t any empty beds in the other dorms. If I want to change, I’d have to move into an eight person dormitory shared with students from other majors. I don’t like living with so many people together. (pout)
Fu: You can rent a place yourself. It isn’t good to keep staying at other people’s places.
A’Xiaoli: QAQ But I have to get my parents’ signature to apply to live outside the dorms. You know what my family situation is like……
After sending that, Wen Moxue felt that he was practically a genius when it came to playing the victim.
He had actually managed to come up with such a perfect excuse.
But he absolutely could not let the conversation go any deeper. Otherwise, if Fu Cheng dug up more questions, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to cover them all.
A’Xiaoli: But it’s okay, big brother. I often stay at my friends’ places anyway. Once I make some money, I also contribute to the rent, so she won’t mind.
Fu: Mm.
Wen Moxue let out a breath of relief. That was close. He had almost been exposed.
Sure enough, lying really did come with consequences.
Fu: It’s getting late. Get some rest early.
A’Xiaoli: I haven’t finished sending my photos yet, QAQ. Does big brother not like the photos I just sent?
Fu: They’re alright.
“……” They were only alright?
Could it be that he really wasn’t capable of appreciating them?
Wen Moxue opened his photo album, his fingertip hovering over those few selfies. Should he really send them?
He had already sent photos showing his butt before. Compared with those, this level of exposure didn’t seem like much.
But the butt photos had been real. His chest, on the other hand, had been pushed together to create the effect!
Wen Moxue hesitated again and again but in the end, he was defeated by four words: Since I already took them.
He gritted his teeth and sent them.
A’Xiaoli: I took this one myself. Does big brother like it?
A’Xiaoli: ……
There was no reply from Fu Cheng’s side.
A’Xiaoli: Big brother?
The old man had gone completely silent, as if he had dropped dead. There wasn’t the slightest response.
Damn, could it really be like Shu Yan had said, that the old man had completely lost control and was taking care of himself with the photos?
The moment Wen Moxue thought that was actually possible, his old face flushed red and he hurriedly withdrew all the photos.
Fu Cheng had always assumed that Wen Qianqian was so uninhibited in private that even if she sent him nude photos one day, he would be able to remain completely calm.
Reality proved that some photos could have an impact even greater than nude pictures.
When he saw her selfies, perhaps because of the alcohol, Fu Cheng even felt a wave of heat rise from his lower abdomen.
He had always believed himself to be someone who placed little importance on physical desire, someone with an exceptionally low sexual drive. At his age, he had no particular desire to find a partner either.
So this reaction, which had completely slipped beyond his control, genuinely startled him. His hand shook and he accidentally knocked over the wineglass on the table along with the half glass of wine he had just poured. It crashed to the floor, scattering broken glass and red wine everywhere.
After instructing the servants to clean up the shards of glass and spilled wine, he was just about to look at his phone again when he discovered that the photos had been withdrawn.
Fu: Something came up just now.
When Wen Moxue saw his response, the first thought that flashed through his mind was: That fast?
A’Xiaoli: I thought big brother saw them and thought they were too plain and didn’t like them, so you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. (crying)
Fu: ……….
Then Wen Moxue noticed that the chat window at the top kept displaying “typing,” yet the other person took ages without sending anything. Just when he was beginning to think the old man was writing some kind of old fashioned essay condemning his shameless behavior, the message finally came through.
There were only five words.
Fu: I actually quite like them.
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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