However, after searching through his photos, Wen Moxue still could not find anything suitable.
“You better send it. He Rao is almost here,” Shuyan reminded him.
Wen Moxue desperately wanted to hold onto his rapidly dwindling boundaries, but he had to choose between exposure and risk. He reasoned that once his alternate identity was gone, no one would know it was him. With a deep breath and a firm bite of his lip, he sent the photo.
A Xiao Li: QAQ Brother, something appeared on my butt. It is hard and painful.
A Xiao Li: [Whimpering GIF]
At that moment, Fu Cheng had just gotten into his car.
He noticed that the handsome young man resembled Wen Qianqian, but he did not make the connection. Wen Qianqian clearly knew his identity, and he did not think she would dare deceive him, so he had no doubts.
Seeing the photo Wen Moxue sent completely dispelled any lingering suspicion.
But the photo itself…
Even Fu Cheng, usually calm and composed, could not help widening his eyes slightly.
He was not a fool. He understood why Wen Moxue had sent such a provocative photo. His gaze lingered on the half-exposed, firm, rounded buttocks, resembling a ripe peach.
The small red bump, insignificant in reality, added an unexpectedly seductive touch.
His Adam’s apple rolled involuntarily.
Wen Moxue anxiously waited for Fu Cheng’s reply.
After a moment, his phone vibrated twice.
Fu: [Photo]
Fu: Try applying this cream.
Wen Moxue had never seen the cream before. A quick online search revealed it cost over 300 yuan for a single tube. He considered asking Fu Cheng if the price was a joke but reminded himself of his persona and deleted the message.
Fu also transferred 10,000 yuan.
Fu: If that does not work, go to the hospital. Do not delay.
Both Wen Moxue and Shuyan exhaled upon seeing the transfer.
“This old man is seriously rich,” Shuyan commented.
Ten thousand yuan just like that. Fu Cheng was already well-off but normally did not transfer money so freely.
Shuyan smiled. “Old men who randomly send money are easy to conquer.”
“Hopefully. After today, I feel a little scared to continue. I should finish this quickly and leave.”
He had almost had a heart attack today.
After collecting the money and sending Fu Cheng some playful messages, He Rao finally parked. Wen Moxue put away his phone.
The barbecue restaurant was high-quality. The seafood was fresh, explaining the high prices. To prevent He Rao from secretly paying, Wen Moxue bought the dishes upfront, planning to pay for extras later.
He disliked owing favors, especially to someone like He Rao, who clearly liked him.
Thanks to He Rao’s guidance, Wen Moxue had finally completed the 3000-meter run. Exhausted but fulfilled, he even bragged a little on social media.
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The next day, a classmate named Meng Qingzhu, signed up for the 400-meter run, wanted to practice on the track with Wen Moxue and Shuyan.
Wen Moxue did not know him well and remembered he had seemed hostile before. He wondered why Meng Qingzhu suddenly wanted to join.
Once they reached the track and saw He Rao interacting with Meng Qingzhu, it became clear: Ah, so his interest was not really in running.
He Rao was handsome, with a dark-skinned preference, a great physique, visible abs, designer clothes, and five-figure sneakers. An unmistakable air of privilege.
Previously thought to be straight, He Rao now walking so closely with Wen Moxue naturally attracted attention.
Meng Qingzhu kept pestering He Rao to teach him the 400 meters. Wen Moxue and Shuyan tactfully moved away, giving them space.
However, after just one lap, He Rao joined them.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” He Rao asked with mock indignation.
Shuyan winked. “Aren’t you supposed to be teaching Meng Qingzhu? Already done?”
“The 400 meters is not my strength. Nothing to teach,” He Rao said, clearly uninterested in Meng Qingzhu.
He glanced at Wen Moxue, silently observing his breathing. “Besides, I do not teach just anyone.”
Shuyan teased, “Then Wen Moxue must feel honored to be your first student.”
“Exactly, my apprentice,” He Rao replied lightly.
“So you have never taught anyone before,” Shuyan continued playfully. “Are you planning something?”
Shuyan knew Wen Moxue could reject any confession if He Rao tried. He Rao seemed about to speak but sensed the timing was wrong. Wen Moxue clearly was not interested. He switched topics: “I just want my apprentice to bring me a trophy. That is all.”
Wen Moxue inwardly groaned.
Meng Qingzhu continued pestering them daily, while He Rao avoided teaching him. Eventually, he joined Wen Moxue’s long-distance running group.
Wen Moxue paid little attention to their interaction. He focused on Fu Cheng.
After sending the provocative photo, Fu Cheng’s attitude toward him changed. He replied faster and even promised a gift after the sports meet, regardless of the results.
Knowing Fu Cheng’s generosity, Wen Moxue expected a substantial gift.
“Should I send something else to maintain his interest?” he asked Shuyan.
Shuyan, impressed by Wen Moxue’s tolerance, smirked. “Your limits are already gone. Don’t worry about exposing yourself further. You can give him something that keeps him interested.”
“What keeps him interested?” Wen Moxue asked.
Shuyan grinned and showed him a video. “I used this for my boyfriend. It drove him crazy with affection.”
Wen Moxue watched the video carefully. It was a Love Live dance, with girls in cute outfits bouncing to the rhythm. Even he, attracted to men, found it heart-stirring.
Wen Moxue often attended anime conventions, so he knew this dance was irresistible to fans.
“But Fu Cheng prefers older men. I am too young, and dancing like this might turn him off,” he worried.
Shuyan replied, “Men always claim they like quiet, scholarly types. Their bodies are more honest than their words. Plus, you have the outfit: A skirt, fox ears from your cosplay, this will charm him. You already sent a butt photo. A cute dance won’t hurt.”
Wen Moxue hesitated but agreed. “All for conquering the old man!”
With Double Eleven approaching, he planned to gift Fu Cheng the dance video.
Without prior dance experience, Wen Moxue struggled but finally learned it. After class, he returned to his apartment, changed, and recorded a test version.
He looked surprisingly soft and cute in the skirt, white strap socks, and fox ears. He appeared as a long-legged, adorable girl.
The short skirt revealed white lace bloomers when he spun, combining innocence and subtle seductiveness.
The background music was from Love Live, designed to maximize cuteness and charm. The dance was fluid, full of energy, and clearly effective.
Satisfied, he recorded a final version and sent it to Fu Cheng.
A Xiao Li: Brother Fu Cheng, your Double Eleven gift has arrived. Please enjoy.
Fu Cheng did not reply immediately, likely busy. Just as Wen Moxue considered removing his makeup, the phone vibrated with a video call from Fu Cheng.
Wen Moxue’s heart raced. This was Fu Cheng’s first proactive call, indicating the video had a strong effect.
He closed the door and ensured nothing revealing was in view before answering.
“Brother! Did you see the video I recorded?”
“Mm.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, very cute,” Fu Cheng said generously, his voice low. “Dressed so well, is there an event tonight?”
“No, I dressed up just to dance for you. It took forever to record.”
Wen Moxue playfully kicked off his shoes and lounged on the sofa, legs swinging. Fu Cheng’s gaze darkened slightly.
“Seeing you like it makes all the effort worthwhile.”
Fu Cheng’s eyes lingered on his legs. “Since you are dressed up, do you want to go out for dinner tonight?”
Wen Moxue: !!!
Oh wow! A major breakthrough! The old man was asking him out!