The atmosphere inside the car was tender and intoxicating, so ambiguous that it was like a thick fog that could not be dispersed, almost thick enough to condense into something tangible.
Wen Moxue, however, felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
No.
That wasn’t quite right.
He was literally sitting on a giant needle.
The place where their bodies were touching felt as though it were about to catch fire. It was so hot that even the tips of Wen Moxue’s ears had turned red.
Fu Cheng had said he wouldn’t do anything to him but there was no sign of that reaction fading at all.
Instead, it was becoming increasingly obvious.
Wen Moxue really couldn’t take it anymore and pleaded, “Brother… I’m hungry.”
As though cooperating with his words, his stomach let out a loud growl.
Fu Cheng kissed the corner of his forehead and finally let him go. He moved him over to the seat beside him, then lowered the car window and said to the driver, “Let’s go.”
The driver hurriedly got back into the car.
Fu Cheng asked him, “Should I take you to eat first, then take you back?”
When Wen Moxue heard that he was taking him back rather than dragging him off to get a room or something similar, he breathed a sigh of relief and obediently said, “I’ll follow Brother’s arrangements.”
Fu Cheng reached out and rubbed his head before telling the driver the name of a restaurant and asking him to drive there.
The restaurant was nearby and they arrived after a little more than ten minutes.
Wen Moxue was genuinely hungry. He immediately dug in without holding back, eating heartily enough that his appetite probably surprised Fu Cheng.
But Wen Moxue didn’t care.
He had already won the man over.
There was no need to keep pretending to be restrained anymore.
By the time they finished eating, it was already quite late.
Fu Cheng’s car took him back to the university. Before Wen Moxue got out, Fu Cheng caught him and kissed him for a while again. Only afterward did he get out of the car with him and take a pink suitcase from the driver.
“This is a present I brought back for you.”
Fu Cheng handed the suitcase to him.
Wen Moxue stared at the suitcase, stunned.
“It’s so big. What is it?”
He couldn’t think of what kind of present would require such a large suitcase.
He even began to wonder whether he had accidentally exposed himself and Fu Cheng had brought him a suitcase to pack his corpse in.
“You’ll know when you get back and open it. It’s cold outside. Hurry back.”
Wen Moxue was always in a good mood whenever he received a present. He smiled brightly.
“Okay. Good night, Brother.”
“Good night.”
After dragging the suitcase back to his place, Wen Moxue immediately opened it impatiently.
The moment he saw what was inside, his eyes widened slightly.
The suitcase was packed with all kinds of dresses, handbags, shoes, cosmetics and snacks. It was stuffed completely full.
Inside the small storage compartment on the lid of the suitcase, there was even an exquisitely crafted jewelry box.
Wen Moxue took out the box and opened it.
Inside was an exquisite and luxurious necklace.
The necklace was covered in beautiful diamonds. Under the bright white lights in his home, every single stone sparkled brilliantly, their lights reflecting off one another in a dazzling display.
It reminded Wen Moxue of a new word he had learned while browsing the internet some time ago:
Fire.
He didn’t even dare imagine how much the necklace had cost.
And it wasn’t only the cosmetics, shoes, clothes and handbags. Every single item was from an expensive luxury brand.
To casually give someone an entire suitcase filled with this many things…
Wen Moxue had to admit that perhaps the voice with which he had once sworn he would completely fleece this old man had been a little too loud.
Maybe after all that effort, all he had managed to do was leave the old man with a few superficial scratches.
But considering how much Fu Cheng hated people who tried to fleece him, even a little superficial damage might still be enough to make him furious enough to spit blood.
Thinking about the way Fu Cheng had been moved by him today, Wen Moxue couldn’t help smiling smugly.
Shu Yan had been right.
Men really were visual creatures.
He had merely sent one picture like that and he had already managed to tease the man into this state.
If he became a little more proactive when the two of them were together, who knew what would happen!
Wen Moxue put everything away, closed the suitcase and set it aside. Then he went back to look in the mirror.
The old man had kissed him even more fiercely than last time today. Who knew how many days his lips would remain swollen?
Unexpectedly, however, his lips were merely a deep, vivid red.
They weren’t swollen and they didn’t have the burning soreness they had suffered the previous time.
Clearly, his kissing technique had improved considerably.
Wen Moxue suspected that after going abroad, Fu Cheng had found some foreign women and practiced until his kissing skills had improved.
The moment he thought of that possibility, Wen Moxue felt dirty. He raised the back of his hand and scrubbed his lips hard several times.
Stinking man. What a bastard!
Still holding a grudge, Wen Moxue rejected Fu Cheng again the next day when Fu Cheng asked him out, using work as an excuse.
In reality, his work schedule was very flexible. He was only a part time employee and besides, everyone knew that he was Fu Cheng’s person, so no one dared make things difficult for him. He could come whenever he wanted.
It was nothing more than an excuse to keep the old man from getting his way.
He just needed to hurry up and reel him in until he became completely unable to resist him. Then he could finally be free.
…..
After his morning classes ended, Wen Moxue put on his makeup and went to the teahouse for work. When he changed into his qipao, he chose another one that he had never worn before, the long sleeved one.
The slit qipao looked perfectly proper on someone else but on him, it somehow turned into a pure and sensual style. The reason was still those legs of his. They were simply too long and his butt was too perky, stretching what had originally been an ordinary slit into an extremely high one.
He had originally intended to change into something else but just as he was about to, someone knocked on the door from outside and urged him to hurry, saying that Mr. Fu had arrived and he needed to get ready to receive him.
Fu Cheng? Wasn’t it a weekday afternoon? How did he have time to come over?
The hand Wen Moxue had placed on the qipao’s knotted buttons silently dropped.
Since he was going to be serving Fu Cheng anyway, there was no need to change. After all, this was the teahouse, a public place. Fu Cheng couldn’t do anything to him here.
So what if he teased him a little?
He might as well hook him properly.
As long as he could make the man fall for him so badly that he couldn’t bear to let go, he would be able to escape.
When Wen Moxue stepped out of the changing room, he ran into Chen Jiajia, who had just arrived for work. She usually wore her own qipao to work but today, unusually, she had brought one of the teahouse’s custom made qipaos with her and was heading toward the changing room.
“Good afternoon, Sister Jia.” Wen Moxue greeted her first when they met at the doorway. “Didn’t you get enough rest last night?”
There were dark circles beneath Chen Jiajia’s eyes that even makeup could barely conceal and her gaze looked tired and listless.
“You noticed?” Chen Jiajia couldn’t help yawning. “I went out partying with them yesterday and didn’t get home until dawn. I only slept for two or three hours. You didn’t come, though. Otherwise, I could’ve introduced you to a few handsome young guys to have some fun with.”
Wen Moxue merely pressed his lips together in a smile before taking a small glass bottle out of the bag he had yet to put into his locker.
“Sister Jia, put a little of this essential oil on your temples. It’ll help wake you up and it doesn’t have any smell.”
This was a teahouse, after all and perfume was normally prohibited. Anything they used was required to be colorless and odorless.
Chen Jiajia didn’t stand on ceremony. She took the bottle and said, “Thanks. I’ll give it back to you after I use it.”
“No need. It’s nothing expensive. Just keep it and use it, Sister Jia. I have more.”
“All right, then go get to work.” Chen Jiajia gave him an ambiguous wink. “I just heard that Mr. Fu came again.”
The tips of Wen Moxue’s ears immediately heated up.
Technically, the teahouse prohibited its tea artists from flirting or engaging in ambiguous relationships with customers. After all, it was a proper, legitimate establishment but one of them was a major financial backer, while the other was the teahouse’s star attraction. Even the manager didn’t dare say anything. Everyone simply understood the situation without needing to speak about it.
Wen Moxue carried the tray into Fu Cheng’s private room. He noticed that this room seemed to be exclusively reserved for Fu Cheng. Every time Fu Cheng came, he was seated here and normally, the room wasn’t even open to other customers.
“Brother, aren’t you working today?”
“I just got back from a business trip. I’m taking the day off.”
As Fu Cheng spoke, his gaze landed on the extremely high slit of Wen Moxue’s qipao. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Is this your work uniform?”
“Yes.” Wen Moxue deliberately spun around once right where he stood. “Does it look good, Brother?”
Whether it looked good or not, Fu Cheng didn’t know.
But when she had just turned around, he had nearly felt as though he could see those two snowy white curves of her buttocks.
How could someone’s butt be so perky?
And the shape was perfect too, as though it had been specially sculpted.
The feel must be incredible…
Fu Cheng forcefully threw the improper thoughts out of his mind and said sternly, “The slit is too high. I’ll have the people at the teahouse make another one for you. Don’t wear this one.”
“Is it really that high? I don’t think so. If the slit were lower, it’d look old fashioned and everyone dresses like this. I think it’s just right. Brother, you’re so old fashioned. You sound like some antique who traveled here straight from the Qing Dynasty.”
Fu Cheng: “…”
Seeing that Fu Cheng had been rendered speechless by him, Wen Moxue secretly laughed to himself.
Hmph. Old thing, you have your day too!
He sat down on the tea artist’s chair. While heating the water and cleaning the tea utensils, he said, “Oh, right, Brother, I’ll be working until the middle of December. After that, I’ll quit and prepare for my final exams.”
In reality, he was laying the groundwork for his escape.
“Mm.” Hearing that he was going to quit, Fu Cheng’s expression, which had just been called old fashioned and rigid, softened slightly. “Your studies are important.”
Wen Moxue knocked a piece off a Pu’er tea cake and placed it into the brewing bowl, smiling sweetly. “I’ll get first place in my exams and make you proud, Brother.”
Fu Cheng’s lips curved slightly. “Good.”
Then he took a wallet out of his pocket. He pulled a bank card from inside and placed it on the table, pushing it toward Wen Moxue.
“If you need money in the future, use this card.”
“…” Had their relationship already progressed to the point where he was handing over his bank card?
Wen Moxue cautiously asked, “This isn’t your salary card, is it?”
“Supplementary card.”
“Then… is there a spending limit? How much can I spend at once? If I accidentally spend all the money on it, Brother, won’t you feel heartbroken?”
“There’s no limit. Spend as much as you like.” Fu Cheng’s knuckles lightly tapped against the huanghuali wood tea table. “If you’re capable of spending it all, that’s your ability.”
Wen Moxue: “…”
Damn it. So what if you’re rich? Why are you showing off?
Wen Moxue thought about it for a moment, then pushed the card back.
“No need, Brother. You’ve already given me so much money and you’ve bought me so many gifts. If I take your bank card too, what will I become in other people’s eyes?”
It wasn’t that Wen Moxue didn’t want to fleece him.
The main problem was that if he ran away while carrying Fu Cheng’s money, the moment he swiped the card, Fu Cheng would receive a notification. The man could probably come charging over in less than ten minutes. It simply wasn’t realistic.
And he couldn’t take advantage of the fact that he hadn’t escaped yet to swipe several million yuan in cash, either. That would make his intention to fleece him far too obvious. Once he ran away, there was a very high chance Fu Cheng would call the police.
“Take it. No one will dare say anything.”
“No. I want us to have an equal relationship, Brother. I don’t want to become some little bird that relies on you for everything.”
“Not a little bird. A partner.” Fu Cheng was completely serious. “It’s only natural for me to support my partner.”
The word “partner” made Wen Moxue’s gaze drift slightly.
“But I can’t get past that in my heart.” He picked up the bank card and put it back into Fu Cheng’s hand. “Don’t worry, Brother. If I run into any difficulties in the future, I’ll tell you.”
As he spoke, he deliberately used the edge of the card to lightly scratch twice against Fu Cheng’s palm, the teasing intent unmistakable.
Seeing Fu Cheng frown slightly, clearly dissatisfied with his refusal, Wen Moxue simply straightened his upper body and leaned across the tea table. He placated him by giving the corner of his lips a quick kiss.
He had just started to pull away when the back of his head was suddenly caught.
Across the tea table, Fu Cheng deepened the kiss.
Wen Moxue jumped in surprise. Most of his body was suspended in midair and there was tea and water all over the table. In his panic, he could only grab onto Fu Cheng’s shoulders with both hands.
Even so, he hadn’t forgotten that he was supposed to be more proactive.
He simply wrapped his arms around Fu Cheng’s neck, voluntarily opened his mouth and allowed Fu Cheng’s tongue to enter.
The action clearly pleased the man. Fu Cheng kissed him deeper and harder, until the only sounds left in the teahouse were the two of them breathing heavily and the intimate, wet sounds of their kiss.
Under the man’s forceful advance, Wen Moxue’s eyes grew hazy and his body heated up. He couldn’t help letting out a soft, helpless moan from his throat, which made the hand gripping the back of his neck tighten even more.
Wen Moxue felt as though he was about to be swallowed whole.
He hurriedly raised a hand and pushed against Fu Cheng’s shoulder.
“What is it?” Fu Cheng loosened his lips slightly and asked in a low voice.
Only then did Wen Moxue realize that at some point, the man had picked him up and seated him on the huanghuali wood tea table, while Fu Cheng stood directly in front of him.
The man was tall and imposing, his forehead pressed against Wen Moxue’s as he looked down at him from above. The sense of pressure was overwhelming.
Wen Moxue instinctively licked his lips, which had been kissed damp and spoke in a voice as soft as a kitten’s. “You’re using too much force. I can’t take it.”
That little action made Fu Cheng’s breathing hitch. Suppressing the urge to kiss him again, he asked, “Am I really that old fashioned?”
Wen Moxue opened his mouth and took small, shallow breaths of fresh air. Hearing the question, he immediately pouted. “Of course you are!”
Fu Cheng’s gaze moved downward, settling on the legs exposed beneath the qipao. His voice was low. “Then you dress like this and while I was abroad, you even sent me those kinds of pictures. Were you trying to seduce me into breaking free from my old fashioned ways?”
“…I wasn’t.”
The aggressively possessive look in his eyes made Wen Moxue uncomfortable. He hurriedly grabbed at the pitifully small hem of fabric, trying to cover his thighs.
Unfortunately, there simply wasn’t enough material.
With him sitting like this, covering one side only exposed the other, which instead made Fu Cheng’s eyes grow even darker. It was as though some man eating beast were about to burst out from those bottomless eyes.
The look frightened Wen Moxue so badly that his heart trembled. His threat came out without much confidence.
“We’re a legitimate teahouse. If you harass a tea artist, you’ll be blacklisted.”
Seeing that she finally knew to be afraid, Fu Cheng had no intention of letting her off.
Without giving her a little lesson, she would never understand just how frightening a man could be.
“Then let it blacklist me and see what happens.”
As he spoke, one of Fu Cheng’s hands followed the slit of the qipao and, before Wen Moxue could react, forcefully slipped inside.
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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