Wen Moxue hurried toward the restroom and absentmindedly accepted the business card from the man blocking his way. Only then did the man step aside. After closing the stall door, while relieving himself, Wen Moxue glanced at the card in his hand.
Zhou Hao. Well, well. He was the CEO of a major home appliance brand in Haishi.
A wealthy man indeed.
No wonder he had looked so confident earlier, as if certain Wen Moxue would contact him.
Wen Moxue casually tore the business card apart and threw it into the wastebasket.
When he stepped out of the stall and was heading to wash his hands, a fiercely imposing woman approached him. Without a word, she raised her hand to slap him.
Thankfully, Wen Moxue reacted quickly. He caught her wrist and frowned. "What is wrong with you?"
The woman struggled, unable to break free, and immediately began shouting. "Bitch, throwing yourself at my boyfriend to be a mistress, have you no shame? Let me go. I am going to tear that dirty face of yours apart."
A question mark practically appeared above Wen Moxue’s head.
"Are you sure you are not mistaking me for someone else?"
"Mistaking? Was it not you who stopped my boyfriend and begged for his business card? One look at you, all sly and seductive, and I knew you were nothing good. Bitch, you see a man with money and try to hook him. You really do not want your face anymore."
So this was the girlfriend of that CEO Zhou Hao from earlier? Wen Moxue almost laughed from sheer disbelief.
"He was the one who stopped me. Are you blind or just stupid?"
Hearing him insult her only made the woman angrier. She raised her other hand to slap him, but Wen Moxue had anticipated it and caught that hand as well.
A waiter outside heard the commotion and hurried in, immediately pulling the woman back.
"Maam, please calm down."
Seeing she was a woman and clearly unreasonable, Wen Moxue did not want to bother with her. He was about to leave when the woman barked, "Stop. Give me my boyfriend’s business card."
"It is in the trash can in the stall. Go fetch it yourself."
"Hmph, I do not believe you actually threw it away."
Wen Moxue grew impatient. "Are you too scared to check?"
Wanting to resolve the issue quickly, the waiter asked which stall Wen Moxue had used, went in, and said, "There is indeed a business card in the wastebasket. Maam, look, I took a picture."
The woman glanced at it, seeming unsure he truly discarded it, but her glare returned quickly.
"Even if you threw it away, you must have saved his number on your phone. Delete all his contact information right now. If you do not, I will expose you online. Someone dressed as shabby as you cannot possibly afford this restaurant. You must have snuck in to hook rich men, you gold digger."
"..."
His clothes were indeed from Taobao, but Wen Moxue seriously wondered if he had a sign on him somewhere that read gold digger. Why did people keep insisting he was one?
This was unbelievably cursed.
Wen Moxue was not someone who tolerated being wronged.
He opened his mouth to retaliate and had only said "you" when he heard Fu Cheng’s voice outside. "What is going on?"
Wen Moxue instantly dropped his aggressive expression and turned toward Fu Cheng with a pitiful whimper. "Brother, this crazy woman cursed at me and tried to hit me."
The woman sneered. "As expected of a green tea bitch."
Fu Cheng frowned. He could not enter the ladies restroom, so he said, "Come out and talk."
Wen Moxue immediately ran out. The woman also broke free from the waiter and followed. When she finally saw the man Wen Moxue had called brother, she froze.
The man was not only handsome, but his natural air of refinement and authority, along with the expensive suit he wore, made it obvious that his identity was far from ordinary.
But so what? Her boyfriend’s status in Haishi was unmatched by all but a few.
The woman lifted her chin and spoke with confidence. "You are her boyfriend, right? Good. Your woman saw that my boyfriend is rich and powerful and secretly tried to seduce him behind your back. Now she refuses to delete his number. You deal with her."
Fu Cheng looked at Wen Moxue.
Wen Moxue stared back incredulously. "Do you believe her?"
"I just want to confirm that you are not hurt."
Fu Cheng looked him over carefully, confirming he was unharmed, not even missing a hair. Then he turned to the restaurant manager nearby, who had been frantically signaling the woman to stop, clearly terrified of offending someone like Fu Cheng.
"Do you know who her boyfriend is?"
The manager wiped his sweat. "He is President Zhou, the current CEO of Kechuang Appliances."
Fu Cheng said coldly, "Tell him his woman has gone mad. Have him come collect her."
"Yes, yes."
The woman panicked instantly. She clearly feared her boyfriend finding out. "Do not go. Do you hear me!"
But the manager, of course, ignored her and only walked faster.
The woman lost her composure. She had been angry that her boyfriend flirted around yet did not dare confront him, so she came to vent on Wen Moxue instead.
She had assumed, seeing Wen Moxue’s cheap clothes but beautiful face, that he must have snuck in to latch onto a wealthy man. She only wanted to slap him to vent, then have the waiter throw him out.
She never expected things to escalate into this.
If her boyfriend learned she had ruined his flirtation, he would dump her immediately.
Even with weak justification, she still tried to threaten them. "My boyfriend has a powerful background and protects his own fiercely. If you alert him, you all will regret it."
Her words had just ended when Zhou Hao hurried over.
The manager had already given him a rough explanation, and he wondered who dared speak to him that way.
The moment he saw Fu Cheng, his face changed drastically. He practically rushed forward with a flattering smile, his voice full of respect.
"President Fu, I did not expect it to be you. Hello, hello. I deeply apologize. Tingting was blind and offended you and your companion. I sincerely apologize on her behalf."
He then glared at the woman and snapped, "Apologize immediately."
The woman was stunned. In her mind, Zhou Hao was already a prominent figure in Haishi. Not because of his job, but because of his family background. As the eldest young master of the Zhou family, he was used to being admired and acting arrogantly.
She had never seen him act cautiously, much less humbly.
But she dared not disobey him. She muttered toward Wen Moxue, "I am sorry. I wrongly accused you."
Wen Moxue turned his head aside. If apologies worked, what would police be for?
Besides, she sounded completely insincere, probably still cursing him internally.
He might as well take the advantage to act intimidating.
Seeing his attitude, Zhou Hao was furious enough to want to dismember the woman.
He forced another smile. "This is entirely my fault. I was blind to choose such an unreasonable girlfriend. She offended you two. I will make her leave immediately. I will be sure to choose someone with a brain next time."
The woman looked stunned. Dumped, just like that?
But something even more shocking followed.
Zhou Hao still smiled obsequiously. "President Fu, I truly had no idea. If your companion feels dissatisfied and wants to hit her, scold her, or do anything at all, I will not object."
Fu Cheng looked at Wen Moxue. "How do you want to handle it?"
Wen Moxue shook his head. "Forget it. Let us go."
It was not because he suddenly grew forgiving. For that woman, losing the thing she valued most was punishment enough.
He found Zhou Hao even more distasteful, but he could not do anything to him, so better not see him at all.
Hearing this, Fu Cheng led him away. From beginning to end, he had not spoken a single word to Zhou Hao, his attitude arrogantly dismissive, and Zhou Hao did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Unfortunately, Wen Moxue did not understand Zhou Hao’s standing in Haishi. Otherwise, he would realize how complex and dangerous Fu Cheng’s identity was. He would hurry to disappear and might even avoid future trouble.
But he did not know, so he missed the best chance to retreat.
They had only walked a short distance when a loud slap echoed behind them.
Clearly, Zhou Hao had struck the woman.
Wen Moxue frowned.
"Feeling sorry for her?" Fu Cheng suddenly asked.
Wen Moxue had not expected him to notice and quickly forced a bright smile. "Not really. I just think that man is the worst. If he had not been flirting everywhere, none of this would have happened."
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The man actually had the nerve to hit someone. He should be the one slapping himself.
Trash. Scumbag.
He did not know what rotten luck he had lately. Whether dressed as a man or a woman, he kept running into this nonsense.
"If you feel unsatisfied, I can give him a small punishment."
Wen Moxue instantly perked up. "Brother, are you going to make things difficult for Zhou Hao?"
"Not to that extent, but I can cause him some setbacks at work, make him lose some money. If he is busy being overwhelmed, he will not have the time to flirt."
"That is perfect." Wen Moxue, like a seductive favorite bewitching a foolish emperor, said fiercely, "That little bastard dared try to steal my brother’s person. Hit him hard."
Fu Cheng paused. "..."
When did he become his person?
They had already eaten, so they returned to their table to collect their belongings and left.
Outside, the night was dark as ink and the late autumn wind bit sharply with cold.
"Come on, I will drive you back," Fu Cheng said.
Wen Moxue stiffened. Disaster. How was he supposed to refuse? Any excuse would look suspicious and arouse Fu Cheng’s doubt.
He definitely could not let him drive to the gate of his campus. If he disappeared later, Fu Cheng could easily show his photo around campus and someone would identify him.
He might even ask Fu Jiahang and solve the mystery instantly.
And they shared the same surname, Wen.
He should never have chosen to use his childhood nickname out of convenience.
His mind raced. A car had already pulled up, and the driver respectfully opened the door. Fu Cheng said, "Get in."
With no choice, Wen Moxue got in. Fu Cheng entered from the other side and asked, "Where do you live?"
"Haidu Institute of Technology, southeast gate." Panicking, Wen Moxue named the university next to his own.
The two campuses were separated only by a street. From the southeast gate to his actual residence was a ten minute walk. After Fu Cheng left, he could simply walk home.
He praised his own cleverness.
How was he so smart?
The car soon arrived near HIT. Claiming he did not want classmates to see him in a luxury car and spread rumors of him being kept, he asked to be dropped off one hundred meters away.
He said obediently, "Brother, I will head back now."
"Wait."
Fu Cheng stopped him and took out a gift bag. "This is for you."
"A gift? Thank you, brother."
Wen Moxue accepted it. "May I open it?"
"Yes."
Inside was a white on white silk embroidered scarf. Light, soft, intricately embroidered, warm yet thin, ethereal in appearance and easy to match with many dresses.
Even Wen Moxue, who knew nothing about luxury goods, could tell it was expensive.
This older man was certainly generous.
He had profited again. Excellent.
"It is beautiful. I love it." Wen Moxue smiled brightly, mischief flashing in his eyes. He unfolded the scarf and handed it to Fu Cheng. "Brother, put it on me."
Fu Cheng hesitated briefly, then picked up the scarf and wrapped it around him.
Fu Cheng was tall. When he leaned closer, his presence was overwhelming. As he bent near, Wen Moxue felt like a small rabbit cornered in the car, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
From his angle, he could only see the man’s sharp jawline and prominent Adam’s apple.
A little sexy...
Damn it, he was being seduced again by this handsome older man’s appearance.
Flustered, he lowered his eyes and dared not look. But just as Fu Cheng finished arranging the scarf, he suddenly raised a hand and placed it on Wen Moxue’s head. His large palm easily covered the top of his head as he rubbed gently.
His hand was warm. The heat seeped through the thin wig to his scalp. The unexpected intimacy made Wen Moxue’s scalp tingle and his face flush.
"!"
Who allowed him to touch his head?
Though technically, he had asked for it on WeChat before. The old man actually remembered and did it.
"Go back now," Fu Cheng said quietly.
Maybe the atmosphere was too intimate, but Wen Moxue felt his voice vibrate like a low subwoofer right in his ear, sending tingles through him and turning even the tips of his ears red.
He muttered a response and hurriedly opened the door, fleeing in embarrassment.