As Fu Cheng scalded and rinsed the tea set, he said in an almost casual tone, “I didn’t think things through before. The work here is too tiring and isn’t suitable for a student like you. I’ll find you another job.”
Wen Moxue propped his chin up with one hand and looked at Fu Cheng with a bright, smiling expression. “What kind of job?”
“I have a niece who’s in her second year of high school. Her English grades are terrible. I remember your English is pretty good, so you can tutor her in English. I’ll pay you 1,000 yuan per lesson, six lessons a week.”
Wen Moxue’s mouth fell slightly open. His classmates who tutored students only earned two or three hundred yuan per lesson. Was Fu Cheng giving him special treatment, or were tutoring fees in wealthy families simply on a completely different scale?
This money was practically too easy to earn.
But the risk of exposing himself was far too great. Who knew what kind of relationship that niece had with Fu Jiaheng?
Wen Moxue refused with great reluctance, putting on an expression of genuine heartbreak. “Thank you, Big Brother but there’s really no need. I’m quite happy with my current part time job. I really like it.”
Fu Cheng said, “It’s too tiring.”
“It’s not tiring at all. I just make tea for people, chat with them and sit around the whole time. It’s not hard work. Besides, I get to meet all kinds of big shots here and learn about many things I never knew before. I’ve broadened my horizons quite a lot.”
That was the truth. A place like this was actually very useful for building connections. It was just a pity that once he turned back into a man in the future, none of those connections would be of any use to him anymore.
Fu Cheng: “……”
Wen Moxue keenly caught the faint trace of displeasure that flashed through the depths of the older man’s eyes, dark as ink and suddenly realized that something wasn’t quite right.
He let out a mischievous little laugh. “Big Brother, are you jealous?”
Wen Moxue was almost certain that Lin Ling had been gossiping about him, probably saying something about how he had gotten along wonderfully with the previous customer and had been reluctant to part with him, or something along those lines.
Haha, who would have thought? He was actually helping him.
Fu Cheng’s expression remained indifferent as he poured the brewed tea into a cup and handed it to Wen Moxue.
“Drink your tea.”
Wen Moxue curled his lips, picked up the teacup and blew gently across the wisps of steam rising from the surface. He had only taken a sip when Fu Cheng said blandly, “It is rather sour.”
Wen Moxue: “!”
Those few words from the older man instantly made Wen Moxue’s eyes curve into a smile. After enduring so much hardship, he was finally getting a taste of sweetness!
What could possibly be more satisfying than this?
Hmph. Who told you to introduce this job to me? Now you’re the one suffering the consequences. Hahaha.
A problem immediately followed, however. Wen Moxue’s current persona was practically that of a lovesick simp. If he wanted to make Fu Cheng happy, he would definitely be expected to quit.
But he didn’t want to take on another job. Of course, he didn’t mind being supported by Fu Cheng but without the teahouse as an intermediary, Fu Cheng would come looking for him at school whenever they wanted to meet.
He wasn’t actually a student at the university and that would make it far too easy for his identity to be exposed.
He couldn’t give up this job.
Besides, wouldn’t changing jobs mean giving Fu Cheng exactly what he wanted? Wen Moxue wasn’t that kindhearted. He was going to let the man stew in his jealousy. Let him turn sour to death!
His mind raced and in the blink of an eye, he shifted his butt over and sat down beside Fu Cheng on his left.
“But, Big Brother, I really do like this job and I’m actually very cold when I chat with other people. I only smile like this when I’m with you. So don’t be upset, okay?”
As he spoke, he even boldly reached out, caught hold of Fu Cheng’s sleeve and gave it a gentle tug.
Fu Cheng had never intended to force him to change jobs in the first place. Since Wen Moxue refused, he didn’t press the matter. He simply raised a hand and flicked him lightly on the forehead. “If you want to continue, then continue but no acting spoiled.”
Wen Moxue: “……”
Damn it, which of your two eyes saw me acting spoiled?
“Okay, Big Brother. Long live Big Brother!”
Fu Cheng stayed until Wen Moxue finished his shift and then left with him. He was a black gold VIP and even an ordinary pot of tea he ordered cost more than ten thousand yuan. When the manager heard that he had stayed for such a long time, he was delighted and personally brought in a fruit platter.
After work, Wen Moxue went to change his clothes while Fu Cheng’s car waited outside the teahouse. By now, everyone at the teahouse knew that Fu Cheng treated Wen Moxue differently.
Lin Ling had already been humiliated enough when Fu Cheng had asked her to leave. Now, seeing this scene was practically like being slapped across the face again and again, leaving her cheeks burning with pain and embarrassment.
Chen Jiajia had never liked Lin Ling’s self righteous, aloof attitude. Seeing this, she deliberately twisted the knife. “Didn’t you say Qianqian only won Mr. Fu’s favor by playing the pity card? You can do that too, can’t you? So why is he waiting for Qianqian today instead of you?”
“……” Lin Ling was so furious that she almost charged over and tore her apart.
Wen Moxue changed his clothes, said goodbye to the other staff members who hadn’t left yet and walked lightly toward the car. The driver waiting beside it opened the door for him and he bent down and got inside.
“Back to school, or to your friend’s place?” Fu Cheng asked.
Wen Moxue answered decisively, “School.”
The revolution was about to succeed. There was no way he could let Fu Cheng find out which residential complex he was renting in.
The car drove all the way to the place where Wen Moxue had gotten out last time. Fu Cheng then took a gift bag from beside him and held it out.
“Congratulations on coming in third in the 3,000 meter race. This is your gift.”
Wow, another gift!
Wen Moxue was absolutely delighted. Fu Cheng was extremely generous whenever he gave gifts. The six figure scarf he had received last time had already shocked him for quite a while. He had no idea what it would be this time.
He took the bag and immediately leaned over to take a look. “Is it a bag?”
“Mm. See if you like it.”
Wen Moxue took the bag out. It was a silver white handbag, obviously made of genuine crocodile leather. Under the streetlights shining in from outside, its surface glimmered with a lustrous, mother of pearl like sheen, making it look unmistakably expensive.
He was a man, after all and honestly knew very little about handbags. He couldn’t even tell whether it was beautiful or not.
There wasn’t any obvious brand logo either, so he had no idea what bag it actually was.
But it was a gift from Fu Cheng. It was probably something like Louis Vuitton or Chanel, or perhaps even Hermès. Whatever the brand, it was definitely expensive.
So Wen Moxue deliberately widened his eyes, admired it for a moment and happily hugged the bag against his chest.
“I’ve been longing for this bag for ages! Big Brother actually bought it for me. I’m so happy!”
He blinked those peach blossom eyes of his, eyes that looked affectionate even when he gazed at a dog and looked at Fu Cheng. “Big Brother, you’re really too good to me. I’m so touched. No one has ever treated me this well before.”
The usually indifferent man raised his hand and rubbed his head. “There will be many people who treat you well in the future.”
Wen Moxue’s brows curved into a smile as he continued throwing out sweet words as if they cost nothing. “I don’t need many people. Having Big Brother treat me well is enough. There’s only Big Brother in my eyes, too.”
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, his gaze unconsciously falling upon those red lips that kept opening and closing.
It was late autumn. A sharp chill lingered in the night air and the world outside was utterly silent, with only a few students returning to campus passing by from time to time.
The light from a streetlamp filtered through the car window and slanted into the car. It fell across her face, leaving her brows and eyes hidden in shadow while the lower half of her face was exposed beneath the light. Against the contrast of light and darkness, her thin lips appeared even fuller and more alluring.
Suddenly, Fu Cheng raised a hand and covered those brilliant, star like, affectionate peach blossom eyes. Wen Moxue blinked, his long eyelashes brushing against the man’s palm. Completely baffled, he said, “Big Bro, ”
The next word died in his throat.
Because he felt something warm press against the corner of his lips, accompanied by a scorching breath, as though it were about to burn a hole right through the corner of his mouth.
That seemed to be… a kiss.
Wen Moxue was instantly struck as if by a bolt of lightning.
The older man, who had been passive for so long, had finally taken the initiative for once and nearly scared Wen Moxue into fainting.
Wasn’t the normal progression of a relationship supposed to be pursuing someone, establishing the relationship and then holding hands, hugging and kissing?
Why had they suddenly fast forwarded straight to kissing?
He was tainted. That shameless old man had stolen his first kiss. He…
Wen Moxue abruptly pushed Fu Cheng away.
“I…I…I…” Wen Moxue stammered for half a day before suddenly clutching his stomach. “I really need to pee!”
Fu Cheng: “……”
Fu Cheng looked at the redness spreading across Wen Moxue’s cheeks, making him resemble a bright little persimmon and the corner of his mouth curved upward. “Go back.”
As if granted an amnesty, Wen Moxue hurriedly opened the door and got out. He had just started to leave when Fu Cheng caught him by the wrist.
His entire body trembled.
Had he not kissed him enough? Was he going to take him to get a room? Or perhaps…
“Don’t forget the bag,” Fu Cheng reminded him.
Wen Moxue breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the bag, said, “I’m leaving,” and ran away without looking back. Even after he had run a considerable distance, he could still feel the older man’s gaze following him like a shadow.
Only after making sure Fu Cheng hadn’t followed him did Wen Moxue dare to change direction and head toward the residential complex where he actually lived. He then pulled out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Shu Yan.
Warm Water Boiling Snow: Save me, save me, save me, save me.
Warm Water Boiling Snow: I’m tainted! That old man kissed me!
Shu Yan was probably playing on his phone because he replied extremely quickly.
Little Yan: !
Little Yan: Things are moving that fast? Not bad, bro.
Little Yan: It was just a kiss, not like he fucked you. Relax. Besides, if you want to milk him for his money, you have to be prepared to get kissed and hugged, right?
“……”
Wen Moxue really hadn’t thought about this before. Mainly because Fu Cheng was the kind of person who was serious and restrained, with an air of abstinence that made him look as though he had no interest in women whatsoever. Wen Moxue had been so focused on winning him over that it had never even crossed his mind that the man might suddenly fast forward straight to kissing him.
A cool night breeze swept past and the heat in Wen Moxue’s cheeks slowly faded. His wildly pounding heart gradually settled down as well.
Once he had calmed down, even he felt that his reaction had been a little too extreme.
Exactly. If he wasn’t even willing to make this tiny sacrifice, how was he supposed to milk the old man for his money?
Besides, taking a step back and looking at it another way, Fu Cheng might be cold hearted but he had a handsome face. Just thinking about the photo saved on his phone, that figure, that size… getting kissed and hugged a couple of times wasn’t exactly a loss.
Once he accepted that premise, Wen Moxue became completely calm.
Looking at the bag in his hands, he raised his phone and took a picture, then sent it to Shu Yan.
Warm Water Boiling Snow: He gave this to me. I have no idea what brand it is but it should be expensive.
Little Yan: !!!
Little Yan: Holy shit, bro, that’s a Himalaya Birkin 25!
Little Yan: Hermès’ ultimate white moonlight dream bag. The resale price is over two million yuan apiece!
Wen Moxue: “…………”
Two… two million yuan?!
Wen Moxue was once again completely stunned by the prices in the world of the rich. He had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility that this bag might cost four or five hundred thousand yuan. Who could have imagined that a single handbag could actually be worth this much?
Fu Cheng was seriously generous with his gifts.
He had given him such an expensive bag and all he had done was kiss him. As expected, he really was a gentleman.
Wen Moxue returned to his place in a daze, his face still filled with shock. He carefully put the bag away, then took out his phone.
He switched over to his alternate WeChat account. Running away in such obvious panic just now had been far too suspicious, so he needed to smooth things over a little.
A’Xiaoli: [Cat covering its face]
A’Xiaoli: My first kiss was taken by Big Brother just like that.
A’Xiaoli: But I was so shocked and embarrassed at the time that I reacted terribly. Big Brother must be really disappointed, right?
Fu Cheng didn’t reply even after Wen Moxue had removed his makeup and taken a shower.
Wen Moxue sank into the softness of his bed, biting the tip of his finger as he unhappily stared at the messages he had sent more than half an hour ago.
Could he really be angry?
Damn, how could he even have the nerve to be angry? It was his fault for kissing someone without the slightest warning!
Wen Moxue dragged a pillow over and treated it as Fu Cheng, viciously pounding it three times. Only after his hands grew tired did he kick the pillow away with one foot and flop back onto the bed like a pancake, his gaze landing on the handbag.
More than two million yuan…
So what if he kissed him without warning? At least he hadn’t locked him in the car and done anything else to him. That alone was enough to prove how gentlemanly he was.
Thinking this way, Wen Moxue’s anger finally dissipated. He picked up his phone again.
A’Xiaoli: I didn’t perform very well today. It won’t happen next time. The next time we meet, I’m going to kiss Big Brother until your legs go weak!
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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