Meng Qingzhu, however, was not so quick to admit his mistake. He even created another account to post on the forum, claiming that Wen Moxue was spreading lies and that he had nothing to do with the incident. Soon, a top computer science expert exposed his alternate account and lies.
In the end, he could only sulkingly delete the post and issue a public apology under his real name, becoming a laughingstock.
Meanwhile, on Wen Moxue’s WeChat, He Rao kept trying to add him as a friend, leaving apology messages in the verification request.
He Rao: Sorry, I got rejected and felt terrible. Then Meng Qingzhu’s twisted reasoning messed with me, and my brain just fried.
He Rao: I’m simple-minded and all brawn. You owe me nothing, and I didn’t get anything for free. I owe you.
He Rao: Please accept this friend request. Can I pay you back for the meal?
Wen Moxue felt disgusted. He replied, “Feed it to the dog,” and quickly blocked him.
It really was a pity that he and Meng Qingzhu were not together. One was foolish, the other even more so, and they were perfectly matched.
Because of this mess, the entire afternoon passed without him realizing it. It was also Wen Moxue’s usual running time. However, he had no desire to run. Just thinking about it irritated him. A small 3000-meter run had caused so much trouble, and he was completely exasperated.
If he did not want to run, he could at least bother Fu Cheng.
A Xiao Li: [Your little cutie suddenly appeared.GIF]
A Xiao Li: Brother, does yesterday’s dinner still count today ^_^
Fu: Not running today?
A Xiao Li: (Crying) Lemme tell you, I got flamed on the forum all day because of this.
Wen Moxue realized he had revealed too much information and quickly retracted the message, worried Fu Cheng might find out later.
A Xiao Li: Forget it!
Fu: Okay.
Fu: [Patting head.GIF]
Wen Moxue was surprised. The older man had actually sent him a sticker. It was a first. He even suspected he might be the first person ever to receive a sticker from Fu Cheng. Fu Cheng rarely used them, not even the default system ones middle-aged people often liked. This felt like progress.
Wen Moxue immediately pushed his luck.
A Xiao Li: I don’t want a patting-head sticker. I want brother to comfort me with his own hands!
A Xiao Li: [Wanna date boy]
A Xiao Li: (Flirty eyes)
A Xiao Li: [Little Sister invites you to have fun.GIF]
Fu: .......Stop spamming.
Fu: I’ll see what can be arranged.
A Xiao Li: Okay, obediently waiting for brother’s plan.
After a short while, Fu Cheng replied.
Fu: Okay.
Wen Moxue suspected he might have plans for the evening. Probably nothing important, so he agreed to meet him. Thinking about it, his mood lifted instantly. It seemed he was one step closer to winning over this older man.
The restaurant had been booked by Fu Cheng. He planned to pick up Wen Moxue, but Wen Moxue found an excuse to decline and took a taxi himself.
The restaurant was located in the tallest central tower in Haishi, 108 floors high. Wen Moxue felt a bit afraid of heights and had never visited the place in the two-plus years he had been in Haishi.
A Xiao Li: Brother, I’m here, Door 3. Where are you?
Fu: Look back.
Wen Moxue turned and saw Fu Cheng not far away, dressed in a full suit. His height and build drew attention in the crowd like a natural magnet.
Damn it, his handsome face wasted on such inner coldness.
Wen Moxue mentally kicked him twice before running over with a sweet smile. “Brother.”
Fu Cheng’s gaze fell on him, and his cold expression softened slightly. “Mm, let’s go.”
They walked in together. Wen Moxue deliberately asked, “Brother, do I look good today?”
According to his previous plan, he dressed conservatively: a sweater on top, a pleated plaid skirt below, socks, and white sneakers, covering himself thoroughly.
Fu Cheng tilted his head and glanced at his outfit. “Looks good.”
His tone was neutral, and Wen Moxue could not read his emotions.
“I originally wanted to prepare a surprise just for brother, but it’s too cold, so I gave up.”
Fu Cheng nodded. “Keeping warm is most important.”
What mattered was keeping warm? He wanted to impress, not just avoid a cold. Damn it.
He was about to unleash his big move.
“Yes, I’m afraid of catching a cold. If I get sick, I might not be able to have babies for brother in the future.”
Fu Cheng: "...."
Wen Moxue had shocked him and inwardly laughed.
Unexpected, right? I actually cannot have kids.
He didn’t let him off. “Brother, do you prefer me to have a boy or girl for you?”
“……”
“Brother, speak. Or do you just like me, this baby?”
Fu Cheng stopped at the elevator entrance, finally looking down at him. The corner of his eyebrow arched playfully. “Twenty-year-old giant baby?”
Wen Moxue: ?
What? At twenty, I cannot be a baby? What a disgusting straight man. Serves you right for being single forever.
Wen Moxue gritted his teeth inwardly, thinking about one day when he called himself a baby, and he would refuse and kick him off the bed.
“Brother, you are annoying. I will always be your little baby,” he muttered inwardly.
Fu Cheng was silent.
The elevator finally arrived. They rode up to the 88th floor. Except for flying, Wen Moxue had never been this high.
This was a revolving restaurant. To give guests a view of the city below, there were no private rooms. Large, spotless floor-to-ceiling windows offered wide, panoramic views, almost overlooking half of Haishi at night.
Although not private, the table spacing was generous, and the environment quiet, with a pianist playing soothing music. The sound was serene and calming.
Night had fallen. Outside, the city lights dazzled. Traffic lights flowed like golden rivers, a scene like a dream. Rich people really know how to enjoy life.
The waiter brought the menu. Fu Cheng indicated for Wen Moxue to take it and said, “Let me introduce the specialties here.”
“Yes, sir.”
The waiter was polite and explained the specialties clearly. Unlike ordinary restaurants that pushed popular dishes, they objectively described ingredients, cooking methods, and taste, even including customer reviews.
Even someone like Wen Moxue, who had never been to a high-end restaurant, could easily choose dishes to suit his taste.
Wen Moxue ordered three dishes. Fu Cheng added a few more.
The waiter asked if they wanted wine. The dessert wine here was excellent. Wen Moxue’s eyes lit up.
His alcohol tolerance was good. He wondered about the older man’s limit. If he got him drunk, would he coolly give him money?
“Yes!”
“No need.”
They both spoke almost simultaneously. Wen Moxue pouted. “Brother, just a little, I can drink.”
“Youngster, no alcohol for you.”
Youngster? Who, him?
“What a dad-like comment. I’m twenty,” Wen Moxue said angrily.
“You’re still a baby, aren’t you?”
“......”
“Just juice then,” Fu Cheng said to the waiter.
Wen Moxue was furious.
“The alcohol here is strong and hits hard. It’s easy to get drunk,” Fu Cheng explained.
Wen Moxue thought: Who gets drunk first is uncertain. He suspected Fu Cheng might be afraid of doing something if drunk, leaving him worried about accidentally conceiving. Hmph, coward.
“Fine, I’ll listen to brother,” he muttered. He thought: just wait, I’ll definitely find a chance to get drunk.
The dishes arrived one by one. Wen Moxue, hungry, eagerly began eating.
Fu Cheng quietly watched him.
The girl’s eating style was not like some small eaters who take tiny bites. She ate heartily, like a small shovel scooping food into her mouth.
When she found something she liked, the small shovel became a big one, devouring large bites, cheeks puffed like a little squirrel, chewing with effort, peach blossom eyes squinting in satisfaction.
If she had a tail, it would be wagging happily.
Watching her eat gave a sense of satisfaction, like feeding someone properly. Luckily, he ordered extra dishes. Otherwise, the portions might not have been enough.
Fu Cheng pushed the juice toward him. “Eat slowly, no one will take it from you.”
Wen Moxue paused, secretly thinking: this food is too good, I might reveal my true self.
His real identity was from a high-class family. Eating like this was improper.
Wen Moxue awkwardly sipped the juice, pitifully explaining, “It’s too delicious. I haven’t eaten well lately. My cravings got the better of me.”
Then he set down the spoon, picked up a fork, elegantly cut a small piece of meat, nibbled slowly for over ten chews, and swallowed.
Fu Cheng was silent.
Trying to act ladylike now was too late.
“No need to act, just eat normally,” he said.
“......”
Who said I was acting? Damn you.
Controlling how I eat, just like a dad. He imagined that if he married him, he would probably set house rules.
Wen Moxue shivered, inwardly grumbling, speaking obediently. “Okay, Dad… I mean, brother.”
Unluckily, he almost said what he truly thought.
After finishing most of the meal, Wen Moxue got up to use the restroom. He felt awkward in female clothing, always trying to be quick and avoid looking around, though still feeling guilty.
He usually drank little to avoid using the restroom, but sometimes he could not hold it, like now.
Following the staff’s guidance, he reached the restroom entrance. Just as he was about to enter, a man came out of the men’s room. Seeing him, the man was clearly struck by his beauty and quickly approached to stop him.
“Beautiful, can I have your WeChat?”
Wen Moxue refused strangers outside school with a standard excuse: “Sorry, my boyfriend doesn’t allow me to add strangers.”
The man did not give up, pulling out a business card. “Here is my card. When your boyfriend allows or changes his mind, you can add me.”