Wen Moxue was so furious that he almost threw his phone.
Sure enough, when someone was both financially well off and good looking yet could remain single for so long, there had to be a reason for it.
Still unwilling to give up, Wen Moxue angrily switched back to his main WeChat account.
On his main account, Shu Yan was asking him how things were going with his flirting and whether the old man had been moved by his carefully crafted tragic script.
Warming Snow: I’m not flirting with him anymore.
Shu Yan: Hm? What happened?
Wen Moxue showed him the screenshot.
Shu Yan: I’m laughing so hard my boyfriend thought there was an earthquake. (laughing and pounding the table)
Shu Yan: Giving up is the wise choice. A man who’s bad for your health doesn’t deserve love!
Wen Moxue thought the same thing.
He really must have had something wrong with his brain.
Of all the things he could have done, he had insisted on becoming a simp, willingly suffering for no reason and making life difficult for himself.
As for Fu Jiaheng, Wen Moxue felt that he had already made his rejection clear enough.
However, when Monday came and he went to class with Shu Yan, he saw Fu Jiaheng waiting outside the classroom.
“A’Xue.” The moment Fu Jiaheng saw him arrive, he looked at him with both delight and grievance, like an abandoned stray puppy. “Can we talk?”
Fu Jiaheng had been openly pursuing Wen Moxue with great fanfare lately. And unlike before, Wen Moxue hadn’t been acting cold and rejecting him outright, so everyone in their class knew that something might happen between the two of them.
As a result, the students arriving for class all looked at them with ambiguous expressions.
Wen Moxue glanced at the time. There were still five minutes before class started.
He asked Shu Yan to take his schoolbag inside for him, then walked over.
“Say what you need to say.”
“But class is about to start and I have quite a lot to say. Can we have lunch together and talk then?”
“If you’re going to say something about trying to win me back, then there’s no need.”
Wen Moxue’s tone was very calm. “I’m not joking around and I’m not throwing a tantrum. If we’re not suitable for each other, then we’re not suitable. No matter what you say, I’m not going to change my mind.”
“But why? When we parted on Friday, I could clearly feel that you liked me.”
“I got the ick. I don’t like you anymore. What other reason could there be? All right, go back to class. I’ve already made myself very clear. There’s no point in continuing to pester me.”
As Wen Moxue spoke, he didn’t bother with him any further. He turned around and walked into the classroom, leaving Fu Jiaheng standing there blankly.
It wasn’t until the class bell rang that Fu Jiaheng finally left dejectedly.
During the break, Wen Moxue took out his phone and saw that Fu Jiaheng had sent him another message, pushing their conversation thread back to the top.
He felt a little annoyed. He opened the chat, intending to put Fu Jiaheng on Do Not Disturb and let the messages sit there gathering dust.
But then he saw that Fu Jiaheng had actually already guessed the truth.
Fu Jiaheng: I know now!
Fu Jiaheng: On Friday, I forgot to bring my phone when I went home. Did you accidentally see the messages my dad sent me?
Since he had already figured it out, Wen Moxue simply replied yes, saving himself the trouble of dealing with Fu Jiaheng’s endless pestering.
Compared with his father’s dismissive attitude, Fu Jiaheng replied almost instantly.
Fu Jiaheng: My cousin got engaged that day and my dad had too much to drink, so he was talking nonsense. He’s not like that when he’s sober.
Fu Jiaheng: And I argued back at him too. Look.
Immediately afterward, he sent over a picture.
It was a screenshot of his chat with his father, showing him arguing back against what his father had said.
Wen Moxue opened it and glanced through it.
He wasn’t particularly interested in what Fu Jiaheng had said in response.
What caught his attention more was that his father had also sent a whole string of voice messages.
Unfortunately, a screenshot couldn’t show what he had said.
Warming Snow: Dare you transcribe what your dad said and send it to me?
Fu Jiaheng: …
Fu Jiaheng: My dad really was drunk that day. Everything he said was nonsense. There’s nothing worth seeing.
Warming Snow: Mm, there’s nothing worth seeing. I just want to take a look.
Fu Jiaheng fell silent on the other end.
Warming Snow: Are you editing the screenshots?
Fu Jiaheng: Of course not. How could I possibly fake something like that to deceive you?
Fu Jiaheng: If you want to see it, I’ll send it to you now.
With that, Fu Jiaheng sent over two pictures.
After his father had called Wen Moxue a gold digger last time, Fu Jiaheng had argued back.
Fu Jiaheng: Dad, that’s way too much. I live with my senior every day. Don’t you think I’d know whether he’s a decent person or not?
Fu Jiaheng: I’ve bought him expensive things and he won’t even accept them, so how exactly is he a gold digger?
Dad: It’s just a tactic for hooking a rich second generation heir like you. Can’t you see how completely you’ve fallen for it?
Dad: I’ve seen plenty of people who pretend to be aloof and pure like that. Innocent and clean on the surface but who knows how many men they’re secretly stringing along and trying to milk for money?
Dad: You think you’ve gotten him but you’ve probably been wearing a whole green prairie on your head for ages. In the end, he’ll bleed you dry until you have nothing left. Once he kicks you to the curb, you’ll realize everything I said was true.
Fu Jiaheng: Dad, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to get angry.
Dad: Then get angry. I even showed his picture to your uncle and he said he doesn’t look like a decent person either.
Whatever Fu Jiaheng had said to his father after that, Wen Moxue no longer wanted to read.
He had already managed to let the matter go but seeing all those insults directed at him made his anger flare up all over again.
The palm gripping his phone had gone pale. Wen Moxue silently repeated to himself, Don’t argue with a drunk. Don’t argue with a drunk. Don’t…
Fuck. There was no way he could not take it personally!
What drunk talk?
This was clearly what that old man genuinely thought!
And he had even shown his picture to his relatives.
What a shameless bastard!
Wen Moxue, who had already given up, suddenly burst back into fighting spirit.
“Hey, A’Xue, my boyfriend said he could introduce you to an elite handsome guy. Do you want to get to know him?” Shu Yan nudged him with his elbow. “Look, here’s his picture. I think he’s really good looking! And he even has abs.”
Wen Moxue said darkly, “No. I’m going after Fu Cheng. This isn’t over.”
“Huh?” Shu Yan turned his head in surprise. “Didn’t you give up? What happened to you now?”
Wen Moxue simply handed him his phone.
After seeing the screenshots Fu Jiaheng had sent, Shu Yan rubbed his forehead.
He knew a little about Wen Moxue’s circumstances and knew that, because of his mother, Wen Moxue cared a lot about how other people judged him and was particularly sensitive to malicious comments about him.
Especially when it came to attacks on his character.
Fu Jiaheng’s father could practically be said to be dancing directly on every single one of Wen Moxue’s landmines.
Fine.
With a mouth that filthy, he deserved to have this calamity land on his doorstep.
On WeChat, Fu Jiaheng was still sending him message after message, trying to explain.
Warming Snow: You want to be with me?
Fu Jiaheng: Mm hmm!
Warming Snow: Fine. You have to choose between me and your dad.
Fu Jiaheng: QAQ
Fu Jiaheng: A’Xue, don’t be like this. My dad really was drunk and once he sobered up, he already realized that he’d been too extreme. He really didn’t mean any harm.
When Wen Moxue saw the message, he gave a cold little laugh.
He switched over to his alternate account.
His chat with Fu Cheng was still sitting on yesterday’s message where the old man had told him to go work tightening screws in a factory.
He decided to continue playing the victim.
As a literature major and someone who had nearly gotten a perfect score on his high school entrance essay back in the day, Wen Moxue was exceptionally good at making things up.
A’Xiaoli: I listened to Big Brother yesterday and went to look for work at a screw factory but I’m a student, so they wouldn’t take me for part time work. (T?T)
A’Xiaoli: Then I looked for other part time jobs but everyone thought I looked too delicate and soft to handle hard work, so they wouldn’t hire me either. (crying)
A’Xiaoli: In the end, I found a part time job carrying dishes at a restaurant. I worked for the entire day and was completely exhausted. Then an old man saw that I was pretty and tried to touch my thigh and take advantage of me. I slapped him but he complained about me. Not only was I forced to apologize to him, I didn’t even get paid.
A’Xiaoli: This world is so dangerous, Big Brother.
A’Xiaoli: [Kitty crying hysterically.GIF]
Fu Cheng either hadn’t seen the messages because he was busy or was deliberately refusing to reply. Even after Wen Moxue’s morning classes had ended, there was still no response.
“A’Xue, let’s go to the Third Cafeteria for malatang. I haven’t had the malatang there in ages.” Shu Yan walked out of the classroom with him and made the suggestion.
A classmate who happened to hear him came over. “You guys are going for malatang? I’m coming too, I’m coming too.”
Wen Moxue thought for a moment before saying, “You guys go ahead. I’m a little sleepy. I want to go back and sleep.”
The malatang at the Third Cafeteria was indeed delicious but it was relatively far away and there was always a queue. If they went there for lunch, they would basically have no time left for their afternoon nap.
Of course, that wasn’t actually why Wen Moxue didn’t want to go.
After Shu Yan and their classmate left, Wen Moxue turned at the next corner, walked into the university supermarket, bought a packet of instant noodles and returned to his rented apartment.
The old man hadn’t replied to him once all morning. Clearly, he had ignored him again.
Wen Moxue boiled some water and soaked the instant noodles. Then he opened his camera, took a picture and sent it to Fu Cheng.
A’Xiaoli: Looks like this is all I can have for lunch.
A’Xiaoli: And it’s water I boiled yesterday, so it isn’t even hot anymore. I soaked the noodles for ages and they’re still hard. (crying loudly)
A’Xiaoli: I feel so stupid. The moment I’m away from home, I can’t even figure out how to feed myself.
Heh.
When it came to playing the victim, he was invincible.
Even if this old man’s heart was made of iron, today Wen Moxue was going to melt it!
Sure enough, this time he only had to wait five minutes before his phone rang.
Fu Cheng had sent him a location.
Wen Moxue opened it.
It was a tea house called Zhuolian.
Fu: They’re hiring students for part time work here. Go.
Wen Moxue: “…………..”
No, seriously, big brother.
Was he asking Fu Cheng to find him a part time job?
What he wanted was sympathy!
Wen Moxue grabbed the pillow beside him, imagined it was Fu Cheng’s dog head and viciously punched it twice.
Only then did some of his anger subside.
He then studied the tea house Fu Cheng had shared with him.
Although Zhuolian called itself a tea house, it was more like a high end private club. The surroundings were quiet and elegant, deliberately cultivated to appeal to people with refined tastes, while the prices were correspondingly high.
It was located in the heart of a CBD where every inch of land was worth a fortune and its target clientele should be the executives and elite professionals working in the area.
A thought suddenly struck Wen Moxue.
Could it be that Fu Cheng’s company was also located nearby and he often came here, which was why he knew they were hiring students for part time work?
Wen Moxue’s thoughts immediately opened up.
A’Xiaoli: Are the customers at places like this decent and respectful?
A’Xiaoli: I don’t want to work for nothing.
A’Xiaoli: [Kitty looking aggrieved]
Fu: It’s a legitimate establishment. If a customer gets handsy, you can complain.
That was absolutely the longest and most human sounding message Fu Cheng had ever sent him.
A’Xiaoli: Really? How does Big Brother know? Do you come here often?
A’Xiaoli: I’m not saying I don’t believe you, Big Brother. I’m just worried it might not be safe.
A’Xiaoli: Because I’m pretty, I’ve been harassed by men so many times since I was little that I’m scared of it. QAQ
When you went out into the world, your identity was whatever you made it yourself.
At this moment, no matter how badly his toes wanted to curl into the floor, Wen Moxue was determined to shamelessly emphasize just how outrageously beautiful he was and make this blind old man understand the full extent of his looks.
Fu: I’ve been there. It’s very safe.
Fu Cheng’s tone was extremely certain.
A private club like this could have all sorts of people mixed together. One shouldn’t assume that a high end establishment was automatically safe. In fact, wealthy people were sometimes even more reckless because they believed money could solve anything.
As a man, Fu Cheng normally wouldn’t pay much attention to questions about whether somewhere was safe or not.
But he dared to state so confidently that it was safe, which meant there were two possibilities.
Either he went there often and knew the tea house well.
Or he himself was the owner or one of the shareholders, which was why he could guarantee it without hesitation.
With someone like Fu Cheng, trying to flirt with him through an online romance would probably only end with Wen Moxue choking to death on his replies and the whole thing eventually going nowhere.
He still had to flirt with him in real life.
Something visible and tangible would be much more effective.
After all, men could be very practical sometimes.
A’Xiaoli: Thank you, Big Brother. I don’t have classes in a couple of days, so I’ll go and give it a try.
Wasn’t it just dressing up as a woman?
Wen Moxue ordered a little dress online that very night.
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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